In my past life, I married an old man for money, but I ended up kicking the bucket before him. When I opened my eyes again, I was reincarnated as a billionaire heiress in Manhattan. Looking at the incredibly handsome, dirt-poor college student standing in front of me, I decided it was my turn to experience the thrill of keeping a sugar baby. I loaded up his campus dining card, paid his tuition, and bought him anything he looked at for more than two seconds. But the way he looked at me was always icy and distant, like an untamed, feral puppy. That was, until the day I accidentally found a hidden diary in the back of his desk drawer. Flipping to the last page, I saw a very familiar handwriting: "I'm sorry." "This time, let me be the one who leaves first." !!!!!!! Wait... Old man?! 1 When my chauffeur pulled up to the university gates in my Bugatti, Liam was setting up a small folding table, selling hand-drawn calligraphy prints for the holidays. He was 6'1", with messy, dark hair falling perfectly into his eyes, and striking, delicate features. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a GQ magazine, completely out of place on a dusty sidewalk. He caught my eye immediately. I squinted. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to sponsor this college boy. After all, in this life, I really wanted to see what it was like to have my own kept man. Seemingly sensing my gaze, Liam looked up. His detached, world-weary eyes met mine. "Large prints are fifteen dollars. Small ones are eight." I reached out and picked up one of the prints. "Your handwriting is really nice." I looked up at him. "How much to write my name?" His grip on his calligraphy pen tightened, his face deadly serious. "Not for sale." Fine, not for sale. Then why are your ears turning red? The corners of my mouth curled up. No rush. We have plenty of time to negotiate this business deal. 2 Liam wasn't just gorgeous; he was also top of his class. Because he was broke, besides selling prints on the street, I found out he also worked as a private tutor. "What's your hourly rate?" "Eighty dollars an hour." "Deal." I blinked at him, looking the picture of sincerity. "I'm Chloe. Let's exchange numbers so we can schedule sessions." He frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then reluctantly pulled up his contact info for me to scan. After adding him, I pretended to casually ask: "By the way... do you tutor any other students from our school?" His finger, swiping on his phone screen, paused. "No. Just you." Just me! What a godsend! "Hey Liam, off-topic question." "Yeah?" "Would your girlfriend mind... that you're tutoring a girl?" He finally turned his head to look at me. "I don't have a girlfriend." I fought hard to suppress my rising smile. No girlfriend? Perfect. That means you're completely available to be sponsored by me. "Liam, have you ever considered an annual retainer?" I leaned in slightly closer to him. "Name your price." He kept a straight face and said, "I'm not for sale." Wow, that sounds familiar. Very much my vibe from my past life. 3 In my past life, I had a sick mother, a gambling-addicted father, and a younger brother in school. To keep my family afloat, I worked five jobs simultaneously. But in the end, I still couldn't pay off the massive debts my deadbeat dad owed to loan sharks. I was dragged into a dark alley by the collectors. I thought my life was over right then and there. Unexpectedly, a Bugatti suddenly pulled up to the mouth of the alley. An older man wearing a bespoke, high-end suit stepped out of the car. You could tell that in his youth, he must have been devastatingly handsome. He asked me if I was willing to be his kept woman. He would pay off all my father's debts. He would guarantee my entire family a life free of financial worry. "I'm not for sale." As I recall, I said the exact same thing to him back then that Liam just said to me. The older man just smiled and didn't say anything, but he still solved my problem with the loan sharks. Not only that, he quietly took care of my mother's medical bills, my brother's tuition, and even paid to have our leaky, rundown house repaired. He would occasionally drop by to see how I was doing, but he never brought up the "kept woman" arrangement again. During casual conversation, I learned he had never married. He had always held a torch for his "first love," and I just happened to look 90% like her. Maybe I was moved by everything he had done for me. Or maybe when you're truly destitute, your principles are like wet paper—they tear at the slightest touch. I actually ended up being the one to propose we get married. After we got married, he treated me with immense respect, practically worshiping the ground I walked on. We maintained a strictly platonic relationship. Once, I was wearing a lace nightgown and accidentally tripped into his arms. His arms instantly tensed, and his breathing grew heavy, but he immediately steadied me and took a step back. Living with him for five years, it wasn't that I didn't develop any feelings for him. But the massive age gap was a chasm we could never cross. I never expected that I would die in a car crash before he did... When I opened my eyes again, I was a billionaire heiress in Manhattan. This time, it was my turn to enjoy life! 4 I scheduled my tutoring session with Liam for the evening. I specifically took a shower beforehand. My hair was half-wet, draped over my shoulders. I changed into a silk slip dress. Liam rang the doorbell right on time. "Good evening, Liam." His gaze slid off me instantly. He followed my housekeeper straight into the study. "Liam, I don't know this word," I pushed my notebook toward him. "Can you translate it for me?" "Sensitive. It means easily affected or emotionally reactive." "Oh." I rested my chin on my hand, poking his elbow with the tip of my pen as I continued: "What about this one?" "Seduce. To entice or tempt." I swung my legs, my toes "accidentally" brushing lightly against his calf. "How do you say 'moth to a flame'?" "Like a moth to a flame!!!" He violently yanked his leg back, leaning so far backward he almost tipped his chair over. "Chloe, sit properly." I completely ignored him and pulled my chair even closer. "I can hear you better this way." "Chloe," his tone was dead serious, "do you know... this is very dangerous." "How dangerous?" I feigned innocence. "More dangerous than Calculus and the LSATs?" He stared at me, then suddenly reached out, grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, and threw it directly over my head... "Put it on." I sat there, stunned inside his jacket for two seconds. It smelled like his clean laundry detergent. "Liam, you're so mean." He ignored me and continued writing out the math equations. Watching him sit there—refusing to play the victim, refusing to sell his body, purely selling his brainpower—I suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. ...What is going on here? I'm the one paying him! Why does it feel like I'm the one who doesn't dare step out of line? My desperate attempt to seduce him just now didn't look like a sugar mommy... It looked like... a sugar baby!!! Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you?! In this life, you're supposed to be the one holding the purse strings! 5 A sugar mommy needs to act like a sugar mommy. New semester. I swiped Liam's student ID card, went to the cafeteria kiosk, and dumped five thousand dollars onto his meal plan. I was afraid if I put any more, he'd be too embarrassed to accept it. When I found him in the library that afternoon, he was wearing headphones, deep in his coursework. I pulled out the chair across from him and slid the card over. "Liam! You don't have to survive on $3 ramen cups this semester!" He picked up the card, looked at me, and furrowed his brow. "What is this?" He slid the card back to me. "I don't need this." "What do you mean you don't need it?" I flashed a fawning smile. "You tutored me, and my grades went way up. This is your bonus!" "You already paid me for the tutoring sessions." His tone was hard, and he pushed the card closer to me. "I'll withdraw the cash and return it to you." Back and forth. That card slid across the table multiple times. Watching Liam's absolute, unwavering determination to resist capitalist corruption, I suddenly felt the urge to tease him again. I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hands, and asked softly with a sly smile: "If you don't want money... do you want a different kind of bonus?" He looked up at me, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "For example..." I intentionally dragged out the word, my eyes dropping to his perfectly shaped lips. "...A kiss?" Cough! Cough!! Liam blushed furiously from his cheeks all the way down his neck. He frantically grabbed his water bottle, trying to look calm as he took a gulp. "What... what are you talking about?!" "Oh, you don't want that?" I pretended to have a sudden realization. "Then I guess cash is more practical, right, Liam?" He took a deep breath, snatched the card from my hand in one swift motion. "Just this once. Never again." 6 Never again? Once a door opens, it stays open. After observing him, I realized that Liam's washed-out white button-down, whose collar was starting to sag, and his faded jeans were no longer worthy of a face that could be on a billboard. So, the next time he came to my apartment to tutor me, I placed a designer shopping bag right on top of his textbooks. "What is this now?" His tone was calm, but heavily guarded. "Your battle armor, Liam!" "Uh... my horoscope said that if you wear this, it'll boost my academic luck!" Liam stared at me. His expression practically screamed, Keep making up bullshit, I'm listening. I kept a straight face and pushed the bag closer to him. "Seriously! Go to the bathroom and try it on!" He didn't move, just stared at me in silence. I sighed and made a move to stand up. "If you're too lazy to do it... should I help you change?" "My customer service is top-tier. I'll even start by unbuttoning your shirt..." Before I could finish, Liam shot up from his chair like a rocket, snatched the bag, and took long, rapid strides toward the bathroom. I laid my head on the desk, my shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Gotcha. Now I know exactly how to handle you. About ten minutes later, he came back out. My eyes instantly lit up. The cream-colored cashmere turtleneck softened the usual cold, aloof aura around his eyes, adding a layer of gentle warmth. Help me. This isn't a nerd... He looks like the male lead walking straight out of a winter K-drama! "...Are you done staring?" Liam awkwardly tugged at the hem of the sweater. "Nope." I looked at him, my eyes sparkling. "Liam, wearing this... you look illegally handsome!" He pressed his lips together, refusing to take the bait. "Let's get back to the math problems." "Wait! Your collar isn't folded right." I reached out, my fingertips pretending to accidentally brush against the skin of his neck. He abruptly stepped back, his face flushing with embarrassment and annoyance: "...Chloe." I knew exactly what he meant. I silently pulled my hand back, but my eyes were still glued to him. He was gorgeous, but he was also genuinely freezing cold. This wasn't a sugar baby. This was an unapproachable ice prince! 7 I was just trying to figure out how to melt this iceberg when I bumped into Liam at the library... sitting next to another girl. An advanced calculus textbook was open in front of them. They were sitting quite close. Liam had his head turned, listening to her, occasionally nodding. Sunlight, books, a boy and a girl whispering about schoolwork... Why did this picture look so damn harmonious?! The level of interaction between them had already vastly surpassed his usual "Not for sale," "I don't need it," and "Put your clothes on" routine with me! And this girl didn't even have to pay him an hourly rate! The boba tea in my hand suddenly tasted bitter. I was jealous. I was pissed. I, Chloe the Sugar Mommy, had been feeding this guy for weeks. I loaded his meal card, bought his clothes, and gave him all the compliments in the world. And the iceberg barely melted for me, but someone else was enjoying the shade?! Now I finally understand why sugar daddies always get so obsessed with a single target. The feeling of having something right in front of you but being unable to eat it is agonizing. In my past life, I died young. In this life, I somehow managed to be born into unimaginable wealth, and who knows how long I'll live. I decided to cherish my limited lifespan and take a different approach. Hanging myself on one tree wasn't my style. Especially a tree that was trying to grow branches toward someone else! I refuse to believe Liam is the only handsome, broke college student on this campus!
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