As my workday was almost over, my boyfriend sent me a selfie with cat ears, striking a seductive pose.
I zoomed in on the photo. These cat ears… Isn't this the stray kitten I picked up before – Black Egg?
That evening, he wagged his tail and crawled onto my bed: "Master, Master, do you love me?"
He had never called me that before. What was he…?
It was as if a giant cat's tongue licked my entire body, and I felt like all the pores on my skin were opening up.
Finally, this greedy tongue touched my most vulnerable spot.
I surrendered. My soul, it's all yours.
1.
I was heartbroken.
On the very day my company closed a multi-million dollar deal, everyone went to a party to celebrate.
As my assistant opened the bar door, what met my eyes was my boyfriend hugging and kissing his ex-girlfriend. After the kiss, he contentedly lifted his head and suddenly met my gaze.
How could I possibly tolerate this?
I doused their heads with red wine and said, "May you, a whore and a dog, live happily ever after!" Then I left.
After three years together, it would be an absolute lie to say I wasn't sad. But what could I do? I could only endure it, go out into the courtyard, and kneel down, crying miserably.
My best friend hated my soft-hearted nature. So after she found out I was heartbroken, she video-called me. On camera, a girl turned her head, looking tough:
"Do you know how many men there are in this world?"
"3.5 billion."
3.5 billion… 500 million… 100 million…
The clear voice echoed in the courtyard.
A young man opposite me burst out laughing.
My head buzzed, and hot blood instantly rushed to my face.
He… He heard that?
I blushed and looked up, met the gaze of a young man, and was instantly stunned.
No wonder this Qin An Club is the best in the city; the service staff are all of this caliber.
The man standing opposite me was wearing the club's uniform. The vest accentuated his beautiful waist, and at first glance, I could see his broad shoulders and muscular arms, as if he regularly went to the gym.
His eye sockets were deep, and the corners of his eyes slanted upwards, making him look arrogant yet mysterious at first glance.
If he weren't wearing a uniform, you wouldn't be able to tell he was a waiter here at all.
Just then, my best friend sent a voice chat:
"Aren't you at the club? Just grab a handsome guy! Where you fall, double down!"
This wicked woman, why did she have to speak so loudly?
I couldn't repeat the same mistake. I hastily wanted to run out to the street, but the only door seemed to be behind that handsome guy.
I quietly retorted while quickly walking away: "I don't want to find a rich man anymore; there's truly no sense of security at all. Now I just need someone who isn't rich but is content with their lot, someone who can settle down and build a family."
"Then choose a man with a long middle finger. Let me tell you, a long middle finger indicates that *that* is also…"
As she said these words, I was just walking closer to that waiter.
Involuntarily, my eyes landed on his middle finger.
Slender and long, fair-skinned, with clearly defined knuckles.
What a beautiful middle finger.
It must have been the alcohol messing with my head.
After a while of staring, I finally realized what I was doing.
I'm beyond saving.
I tremblingly looked up and met a pair of smiling eyes.
"Miss, do you think my middle finger is long?"
His voice carried a hint of a smile.
I swallowed.
"Ah… long."
What was I even saying?
He actually dared to tease me!
I panicked, stepping back two paces.
Then, I stammered, "Um, can I get to know you?"
He didn't seem to expect me to turn the tables like that. The man was startled for a moment, and the smile on his lips turned a little suggestive: "Is it because my middle finger is long?"
I shook my head. Because he's too handsome!
And probably someone without money.
"I... I can be your sugar mommy."
I'd thought it all through. Instead of finding someone with money, why not find a 'fresh young thing' and slowly cultivate him, hehe.
Especially when he's such a handsome 'fresh young thing'.
But it was my first time being a sugar mommy, and I wasn't very experienced, so I stammered as I introduced myself:
"My annual salary is five hundred thousand, and with bonuses and commissions, it can reach eight hundred thousand. While that's not a huge amount in a first-tier city, it's certainly enough to support you."
Exactly!
If all men are bastards anyway, why not find one to make myself happy?
He raised an eyebrow, those handsome brows arching, piercing straight into the heart of this drunkard.
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss. I can support myself."
I thought he was referring to his waiter job, so I quickly said, "If you want to work, I can introduce you to something better. Your hands are so beautiful; why don't you try modeling? The work would be much easier."
He raised an eyebrow again, looking a little thoughtful.
Just as I was about to continue, a club-uniformed waiter approached from the other end of the hallway. He handed the man a suit: "Mr. Xiao, your clothes are dry."
The man gently thanked the waiter, and as his hand took the clothes, a Patek Philippe watch was revealed on his wrist.
I stared at the million-dollar watch, completely dumbfounded.
In that instant, I seemed to sober up.
But perhaps he thought I was still drunk.
Just then, my boss also walked over from the other end of the hallway.
Seeing me sitting with this handsome man, a look of surprise appeared on my boss's wrinkled face.
"Boss Xiao, you're here! Oh, what a coincidence, sitting with our sales director. Let me introduce you, this is our company's sales director, Shen Fei."
Boss Xiao?
My head was spinning.
I mechanically turned my head, looked at my Maitreya Buddha-like boss, then turned back to look at the man beside me.
I truly couldn't believe it as I came to a conclusion:
The man sitting next to me right now...
And just now, I...
Actually dared to open my mouth and offer to be his sugar mommy???
I looked at the man beside me, who was barely suppressing a laugh, his eyes teasing me. Under my horrified gaze, he nodded, then said to my boss, "What a coincidence. Director Shen and I have just had an in-depth discussion about 'work.'"
Work...
I'm doomed!
2.
My face was still burning red even after I left the club.
The fleeting lights of passing cars illuminated me in the misty rain, then vanished again.
Waaah, will my boss fire me?
Head bowed, I walked under my umbrella in the rain. Passing a small alley, I suddenly heard faint meows.
A cat?
My cat-detecting radar picked up a signal. I stopped, turned, and walked into the alley.
Under the eaves, I saw a soaking wet white lion cat curled up. It looked up at me, then let out a soft meow.
"Meow meow."
A soft cry, a little enchanting and aggrieved.
In an instant, my heart melted.
This lion cat was quite large, with firm muscles beneath its wet fur; one look and you knew it was a proper Yang Lake cat.
But wandering outside, even an alpha cat doesn't have an easy life.
This lion cat didn't seem to be afraid of me. It stumbled towards me, and just then, lightning flashed, and it directly launched itself into my arms.
ME...
I covered my mouth, almost unable to hide my excitement.
I have a cat now... hahahahaha!
Like a wicked uncle, I coaxed the lion cat: “If you don't mind, why don't you come home with me?”
It ignored me, instead leaning into my embrace and burrowing deeper into my chest, towards the warmth radiating from me.
“It's decided then, since you're so white, I'll call you Black Egg!”
The lion cat—no, Black Egg—lifted its head, its innocent blue eyes looking at me, and let out a “Meow” as if in protest.
These eyes, why do they look so familiar?
I tilted my head, looking at it, but couldn't recall where I'd seen such eyes before. Finally, I brought my nose closer and caught a faint smell of alcohol between its nose and mouth.
“This greedy little cat.”
I picked up Black Egg. Where it had been lying, there were dry clothes covering it. Under the dim light, I couldn't see very clearly, so I just took the top layer of clothes and wrapped the cat in it.
While fumbling to wrap it up, I suddenly saw a phone, and also... underwear???
I picked up the phone and pressed it twice, only to find it was water-damaged.
Probably just trash.
I didn't think much of it, and just took the cat home. While wiping the cat clean, I realized that the thing I used to wrap the cat was actually a pair of pants.
The problem was, these pants looked very familiar.
The custom name tag on the waistband was exactly the same as the name tag I saw today.
These... weren't these Boss Xiao's pants?
Thinking of the underwear and mobile phone in the alley, I suddenly understood something.
I covered my mouth, excitement gleaming in my eyes.
Oh my god...
So, this cat's dad, is someone with a penchant for 'nudity'?