Chapter 1 — Six-in-One Sugar Baby

I have face blindness. As a result, I supported five men one after another, only to discover that all five were actually the same man. By the time my condition was cured, I had somehow started supporting him for the sixth time.

His family was on the verge of bankruptcy. To make him leave, I deliberately provoked him.

“To be fair, you look like a combination of my five ex-husbands.”

His expression remained calm, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

“Then your taste has been remarkably consistent.”

“To reward you, the six of us have decided to pool our assets and support you instead.”

1

Ta Tuy was the sixth handsome man I had supported. Broad shoulders, a slim waist, solid abs, and the height of a six-foot-one CEO. At that moment, I was looking at him with my most ingratiating smile.

“Here, this stack still isn’t enough. I have another one.”

He gave a quiet laugh and raised an eyebrow.

“Do I look short of money?”

I gave an awkward laugh. I had supported an athlete, a doctor, an actor, and two other men. Their professions were different, but their looks were all strikingly similar. I had never tried supporting a CEO before.

He smiled without really smiling.

“I’ve heard about your impressive history of supporting men.”

“It’s quite a resume, isn’t it?”

For some reason, his words sounded almost gritted out. I thumped my chest and promised him, “Don’t worry. You’re completely different from the others.”

Ta Tuy let out a soft, mocking laugh.

“You say that every time.”

Every time? Had I said that to him before? I could not help feeling guilty. My face blindness was severe; failing to recognize the same person twice was hardly impossible.

In that case, retreat was the best strategy. I snatched back the stack of money and lowered my voice.

“Then forget it.”

I turned to run, but a powerful hand caught me and pulled me back. Ta Tuy frowned, looking faintly displeased.

“You’re just leaving?”

“You’re not even going to make a little fuss?”

This guy knew how to play along. But how did he know that my support arrangements always followed a set procedure? First came the money, then the coaxing. If that failed, I would bring out a knife. If beauty did not work, I resorted to quiet threats.

The corner of Ta Tuy’s mouth curved with ridicule.

“I just happen to know the glorious history of your arrangements.”

Oh? Was I famous now? I cleared my throat.

“I was worried you might get angry. You’re a CEO, after all. Making a scene could be bad for your image.”

It sounded reasonable. He listened so attentively that I became even more convinced by my own explanation. If I wanted to catch a big fish, I had to keep the line in the water a little longer.

I pushed the stack of money into his arms again and pretended to be shy.

“I’m not forcing you. Take your time and think about it.”

I turned to leave, but he pulled me back a second time. Ta Tuy pressed his lips together as though the decision pained him.

“Since you’ve been so persistent...”

“...I accept.”

I stared at him in confusion. I had not even begun to use my usual tricks. Why had he agreed so quickly?

Of the six men I had supported, each one had agreed faster than the last. I happily touched my own face. Was I getting prettier with age? Was that why winning people over had become so easy? What excellent judgment they had.

I immediately hooked my arm through Ta Tuy’s and gave him a wicked smile.

“In that case, I won’t hold back.”

I patted his backside. It was soft and springy, and the familiar sensation pleased me. I let out a long sigh.

“Your butt reminds me so much of my five ex-husbands.”

Ta Tuy: “...”

2

Speaking of my five ex-husbands, each of them had his own distinct personality. The first had entered the relationship seriously, but when he discovered that I had only been playing around, he angrily broke up with me.

I regretted it terribly. I drank until I passed out in a bar, then threw my arms around my second ex-husband and sobbed.

“I know I was wrong. I really do. I can’t bear to leave you...”

I cried as though the sky were falling. At first he had worn a cold expression, but even he began to soften. He cleared his throat and was just about to offer me some comfort.

The next second, I pulled out a wad of cash and stuffed it into his chest.

“If we’re breaking up, then we’re breaking up. The next one will be more obedient.”

An ex was only an ex. As long as I moved on quickly, there was no grief—only love.