Seven years after breaking up with my first love, I became the sugar mommy of a male college student who looked like him. Everyone around me said he was just a substitute, but he smiled slightly and never refuted. As time went by, I felt living like this wasn't bad, so I warned my friends: "Don't say he is anyone's substitute, I'm going to marry him." Just that one sentence made my first love on the other side of the ocean fly back overnight. Even though he had been separated from me for several years and had never come back to find me. 1 When I opened the door, the smile on my face froze. A person I had only seen in my dreams for seven years was standing outside the door. Ethan Hayes, my first love. His features were still sharp and deep, eyes like stars, more mature and charming than before. That black windbreaker draped over him, majestic like a tree. I had thought many times about what I would say if we met again, but I didn't expect him to speak first, raising one eyebrow. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" When we broke up, it wasn't ugly. Because it ended with his long and lasting cold violence. But I have my pride. On the day of the first snow in the New Year, I cried my heart out alone in the snow. But opening my phone, I just calmly said one sentence: "Let's break up, setting you free." He replied very quickly, almost never replying instantly during the long cold violence. "Okay." From that day on, my unforgettable first love came to an end. For so many years, I always thought I couldn't forget him. But it turns out time can really smooth everything. Seeing him again, the waves from the past were long gone. Now he was sitting in the living room, while I was seriously decorating the house. Hanging balloons, colorful lights, waiting for the cake in the oven to bake, taking it out, and carefully decorating it according to the tutorial. A few strands of broken hair fell from my forehead, and I didn't bother to smooth them back. No time to pay attention to his existence, Only saw his slowly clenched fingers from the corner of my eye. Today is Caleb Moore's birthday. After working all afternoon, people slowly arrived. They were all my friends, Only with more people would there be popularity. I hoped to make Caleb happy today. And when they saw Ethan sitting on the sofa, those who knew our past were all stunned. But looking at me, they still said nothing. At five o'clock, the doorbell rang again. Opening the door, Caleb stood outside holding flowers, looking at me gently with a smile. I pulled him in, and colorful ribbons shot out from both sides, falling on him. "Caleb Moore, happy birthday!" I happily put my arm around his shoulder and introduced him to all my friends. Introducing one by one, when it came to Ethan, my tone paused, trying to say as usual: "He is... Ethan Hayes, my classmate in high school." Ethan stared at me. When he lowered his brows and eyes, it was actually very scary, with a heavy aura. If according to my understanding of him in the past, I almost thought he would flip the table and leave at any time. But fortunately, he didn't. Even when Caleb reached out to him, he gave me face and shook it. I breathed a sigh of relief. Throughout the birthday party, I made Caleb the protagonist. Friends praised him endlessly. After all, since I laid down that sentence last time, no one dared to say he was a substitute tactlessly anymore. "So handsome, Lily, really envy you for having such a handsome boyfriend." "Not only handsome, but also good-tempered, unlike the one you had a few years ago, wow really..." That person realized something, glanced at Ethan, and suddenly silenced. ... The atmosphere of the banquet reached its peak when eating, drinking, and playing games. Because Caleb lost, he was asked to do a dare, the condition was--kiss me. Everyone applauded and cheered: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" "Kiss quickly! Not a man if you don't kiss! This is your girlfriend!" Suddenly with a bang, the door was slammed shut. And Ethan was long gone from his seat. ... 2 After the party ended, I went upstairs. Caleb sat in front of the easel, looking at the picture seriously. The soft light of the bedroom spilled on him, his profile elegant. He didn't know, he was more moving than his paintbrush. Sneaking up on him from behind, I suddenly got interested and reached out to cover his eyes regardless. "Guess who I am?" Caleb needed focus when painting, but he never blamed me for disturbing him. I could feel him gently curling the corners of his lips, cooperating asking me: "I don't know, who are you?" "I am your little baby." I said sweetly. Letting go, he looked up at me smiling, and then pulled me into his arms just like that. His embrace was wide, soft, and powerful, always able to wrap me easily. I buried myself in it, taking a deep breath. The faint scent unique to Caleb fascinated me so much. Caleb suddenly said: "What happened to you today?" "Huh? Nothing." "Feel..." His gaze fell on me, thoughtful. "Your state is not right." I didn't expect him to be so keen. Seeing the person I once yearned for day and night after so many years, no matter how calm I was, it was inevitable to be affected. But I didn't plan to tell him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly asked me: "That guy today, the one you said was a high school classmate, I haven't seen him around you before." Alarm bells rang in my heart. "Oh... he went abroad after graduation, just came back recently..." I thought I acted as usual, but still couldn't help feeling guilty, secretly praying he wouldn't ask anymore. Who knew he looked at me with a half-smile, effortlessly piercing my disguise. "That's your ex, right?" "...How did you know?" "Guessed." Looking into his eyes, I surrendered. Maybe this is man's sixth sense. Raising three fingers, pointing to the sky, the earth, and my heart. "I admit, indeed yes." "But after so long, I have long had no feelings for him." "Who is in my mind now, don't you know?" Saying the last sentence, I couldn't help smiling. He gently pinched my face. "I know." Didn't ask again. This is Caleb, always decent, always knowing propriety and when to advance or retreat. Occasionally I feel that others secretly calling him Caleb the Sensible also makes sense. Otherwise, so many people came and went around me for so many years, how come only he stayed. On the weekend, someone invited me to play golf. This is considered a common activity in the upper class. During the process, everyone will exchange recent business sectors and market conditions. I took Caleb along too. Many people in the circle knew about me and Caleb. Although those people had loose lips, they wouldn't disrespect me openly, but the caddies picking up balls in the field were different. They whispered: "See that pretty boy? He was kept by Sister Lin, heard tens of thousands a month." "Sister Lin is really good to him, even bringing him to play golf, such a high-end place... really dirtying our club's mats." "Exactly, that kind of poor person probably hasn't touched a golf club in his life." ... Just happened to be vacant on the field, I asked Caleb. "Want to try?" He didn't refuse, nodded, looking very noble. Going on the field, taking the ball, gripping the club, swinging. Hole in one. Perfect! Others looked sideways one after another, I applauded happily, loudly saying: "Beautiful!" 3 Swiped twenty thousand dollars on the spot. The venue took out twenty thousand in cash, distributing to everyone present one by one. Whenever someone gets a hole in one, money is distributed as an honor and celebration. When distributing to those few caddies, I said lightly: "Don't give to these few." "Mouths too dirty, I'm afraid of dirtying my money." Hearing this, they showed expressions of extreme shame. The boss who invited me said with a smile: "Didn't expect your boy... friend to be so amazing." I waved my hand: "If not for him back then... sigh, let's not mention it, anyway it wasn't easy for me to get him." I was born into a wealthy family in the capital. The family has many children. I was cultivated as an heir since childhood, which also gave me the capital to look down on everything. It can be said that except for stumbling on Ethan, no one has ever rejected me. At this time money distribution reached the corner, suddenly came a burst of low exclamations. A tall, handsome man stood there, don't know when he came. Seemed to have been there for a long time. The assistant handed him two thousand, smiling apologetically, but he didn't even look. Walked forward, also hit a shot. Also a hole in one. Everyone exclaimed. He swiped forty thousand. Turning his head, he saw me happily holding Caleb's hand. "Why are you so amazing, worthy of being my boyfriend, really making me proud!" Ethan's face sank suddenly. And I was unaware, continuing to praise Caleb on my own. Suddenly a ball rushed into view, speed extremely fast, almost about to hit Caleb's head. But still deviated a little bit, brushing past Caleb's temple by a hair's breadth, then falling heavily to the ground. Such a big golf ball, such impact, almost could give someone a concussion! But Ethan walked over and said casually: "Sorry, hit wide." "Wide my ass!" I almost couldn't help cursing! "Hayes, are you sick?!" He didn't expect my reaction to be so big, raising his hands: "Just a little thing you keep, heard he's also my substitute, how come the original is in front of you, you still pass fish eyes for pearls?" Beside me Caleb although expression unchanged, his eyes still dimmed. Ethan's words really stepped on my landmine hard. I raised my hand, gritting my teeth pointing at his nose. "I tell you, Caleb is my boyfriend, not some substitute. You fucking be smarter next time, otherwise in the whole capital, I'll mess with you every time I see you." "You know I have this strength!" Strictly speaking, the Hayes family focuses on business, my family focuses on power, his family has to respect me three points when seeing me. Ethan's expression changed, bit by bit becoming gnashing teeth. In disbelief: "You just... for him?" And I had already pulled Caleb away. 4 Sitting in the car, I still felt heartache. Held his face and looked again and again. Although that ball didn't really hit, I was still worried. "Does it hurt?" I said. Hearing this he blinked, then eyes filled with some mist. "Hurts..." I felt even more heartache, seeing him so pitiful, became even angrier at Ethan. "His brain was really kicked by a donkey, that idiot, swinging club without looking at direction, why doesn't he go die!" Just cursed like this for a while, when I came back to my senses, found Caleb looking at me with a smile. Gaze infinitely gentle. Don't know why I suddenly stunned a bit. "What's wrong? Something on my face?" His hand gently stroked my hair, stirring up a burst of酥痒 (crisp itch/tingling sensation). "Like seeing you angry for me." "Why?" "Shows you care about me." I pulled his hand, poking poking poking in his palm with finger, in such atmosphere don't know why felt so hot. "Of course I care about you, humph." He smiled gently again. I found I blushed. The news that I threatened to mess with Ethan on the court spread. Now everyone on the field says I "raged for a beauty". Even my parents knew. On the phone my dad said angrily: "Listen to yourself, is that proper? Just for such a thing, go mess with Ethan?" "Our relationship with the Hayes family for so many years, all ruined by your one sentence! Now how many people are watching the joke!" "You, go apologize to Ethan, then cut off that little boy of yours!" Things weren't that serious, after all I didn't really do anything to Ethan, just Dad was angry and spoke indiscriminately. But, he did use this excuse to remove me from the general manager position, arranging in an unimportant position. Stripped my power. When finding Caleb, he had already prepared everything. Seeing me come, wrapped the cape around me. Potions, scissors, hair clippers and so on were all ready. Today is the day he scheduled to cut my hair. He teased me: "I haven't done it for so long, aren't you afraid I'll ruin your cut?" But I didn't speak. He seemed to realize something, immediately shut up.
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