Right before my sugar daddy’s untouchable first love was about to return, he told me to get along with her.

“She knows about us?” I ask.

David nodded. “I told her. Anyway, we’ll be living together.”

I take a sharp breath. After all, was this first love really that open-minded?

As a diligent and professional sugar baby, I’d do my absolute best to win her over.

[Baby, I’m David’s sugar baby. The three of us living well together is what matters most.]

[Baby, don’t worry. I have a very high tolerance for morally questionable situations!]

We chatted enthusiastically for an entire month until she returned.

Wait.

Wasn’t the man standing in front of me, over six feet tall, David’s sworn enemy?

I spent three years as David Goldman’s sugar baby.

To be fair, he wasn’t the type to keep four or five, six or seven other sugar babies on the side.

He also wasn’t the kind of man who would casually grab my throat and complain that my smile didn’t look like his untouchable first love.

So all I really needed to do every day was shop, eat, and relax.

I was very satisfied with this arrangement, too.

However, just after he had “renewed” my contract for another year, David pushed a piece of paper toward me.

“She’s coming back.”

Sure enough, it was the classic “untouchable first love returns” situation.

I glanced at the paper and quietly counted eleven numbers.

As expected, David really was the best sugar daddy!

“I’ll move out tonight, then,” I said.

I have strong professional ethics, and as a qualified sugar baby, I understand very well the status of an untouchable first love.

If I didn’t leave now, it would be disrespectful to myself.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything is packed up perfectly and leave no trace. She won’t notice anything.”

David’s gaze deepened slightly.

“You don’t have to do this.

“Mia, you know the relationship between her and me.”

Of course I knew.

David pulled me into his arms, his tone gentle.

“I’ve already told her about us.”

I froze.

My back stiffened as I looked at him, hesitating slightly.

“She knows about our relationship?”

David nodded. “Mm, she knows. This time, she’s coming back because of us.”

“How did you explain it?”

“I told her everything that needed to be said.”

“And she’s not angry?”

“A little, but don’t worry, she won’t object.”

I took a sharp breath.

“She won’t object? What exactly is she not objecting to?”

David smiled faintly.

“It’s just that she might be living with us for a while, so it might be a bit of a hardship for you.”

Was first love really that open-minded?

Then David suddenly added, “Oh, right, she insisted on adding your contact first, and I just wrote it down for you. Her name is Linda.”

I looked at the eleven digits written in a wild, messy scrawl on the paper.

So it was a phone number.

David had the habit of writing important data by hand. So even if someone else got hold of it, they wouldn’t be able to figure out exactly what he had written.

Although I was a sugar baby and had professional standards, this kind of three-person situation was something I was trying for the first time.

Thinking of how well David had treated me over the years, especially those transfers, however…

I patted my chest and said, “Don’t worry, the three of us will definitely be able to make this work.”

David’s eyes lit up. In a moment of excitement, he couldn’t help but send me another transfer.

I glanced at the string of dazzling zeros.

As expected, the power of the untouchable first love was something else.

This alone was worth nearly half of my yearly income.

Having been with David for three years, I was fairly familiar with his handwriting by now.

After struggling to decipher the numbers for half an hour, I finally managed to add Linda.

As a professional sugar baby, I carefully studied her profile picture and status hundreds of times.

And to show my sincerity, I introduced myself first.

[Hello, I’m David’s sugar baby.]

On the other end, she began typing.

Was she not taking it as well as David said she would?

I knew it. What kind of first love would be willing to live peacefully with a sugar baby?

So I quickly tried to patch things up.

[You know I don’t count as a girlfriend, right?]

This time, she replied instantly with a question mark.

I was confused. Did she want me to explain in detail what I’d been doing with David all these years?

So I avoided the important parts and cut out anything that couldn’t be said out loud.

[With him, I just eat and sleep all day.]

She started typing again.

After a long while, she coldly replied, [What does that have to do with me?]

It was just as I thought. There was no such thing as a first love who truly didn’t mind!

However, when I thought about the high appeasement budget David had given me for her, I shamelessly sent another message.

[Because I want to build a good relationship with you!]

She started typing again.

From the looks of it, she was quite a conflicted person.

Then again, if she weren’t, how could she have stayed abroad for three years without even calling David once?

[Does David know about this?]

I replied instantly, [Of course, he’s even looking forward to it!]

After that, she completely ignored me.

…

I think I messed up.

When I went to find David to apologize, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he gave off a strong, uninviting aura.

Perhaps he found out?

Just as I was debating whether I should bring jewelry or cash as an apology, David looked up and saw me, then beckoned.

“Mia, come here.”

I obediently sat on his lap.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

David didn’t speak. Instead, he buried his face in my neck and took a deep breath.

In situations like this, he was usually on the verge of anger.

I was done for.

This was clearly him waiting for me to confess on my own.

I hesitated, preparing to downplay everything as much as possible.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a name on his phone.

Scott Miller—David’s half-brother on his mother’s side, who took their mother’s surname.

He was also David’s lifelong rival.

On my first day with David, the butler, Lewis, had already warned me about one of David’s taboos: Scott.

The two of them had always competed, whether it was for grades, attention from teachers, their mother’s affection, or even the family inheritance.

Over the years, it had gone back and forth. From what I’d heard, neither of them had gained much of an advantage.

“What did he do this time? Just tell me, and I’ll roast him for you!”

Better him than me. If someone had to take the hit, it might as well be Scott.

David handed me his phone.

Scott had actually used the Miller Group’s official account to publicly call David out.

[David, using tricks like this, you really have no shame.]

I was shocked. “What did you do?”

David pulled me closer and rubbed his head against my neck.

“Nothing much. I just took half of his development rights.

“By the way, how did things go between you and her?”

David asked carefully.

It was obvious that Linda meant a lot to him.

I told the truth. “She’s ignoring me.”

David’s brows furrowed into a deep frown, clearly confused.

“She should like you. She’s always said she wanted a daughter like you.”

A daughter?

So that was her preference?

My eyes widened.

“You’re sure she said ‘daughter’?”

David nodded.

So that was the angle.

I felt enlightened.

After lingering with David in the study for a while, I slipped back to my room.

I cleared my throat several times, and after finally forcing out a soft, cutesy voice, I quickly sent her a voice message.

“Mommy…”

She replied instantly with a question mark.

Another?

Did David get it wrong? Could he have misunderstood her meaning?

So I tested the waters.

[Or you could call me mommy? I’m fine with that too.]

It turned out that Linda really was a conflicted person.

She kept typing for half an hour. Then, after a very, very long time, she replied.

[Are you serious?

[Are you doing this willingly?]

So that’s why she ignored me. She thought I was being forced by David.

As expected of his untouchable first love, she was considerate.

I immediately sent a sweet voice message.

“Of course I’m willing. I really like you.”

She replied, [It’s not impossible, but now isn’t the right time.]

What was she even talking about?

A moment later, she sent another message.

[Is there anything you really want?]

She was even planning to give me a gift.

I tilted my head and thought about it.

The words “Skyworld Luxury Estate” immediately came to mind.

It was the high-end residential project David had taken half of from Scott.

If she spoke to David for me, I could get a unit.

So I answered indirectly.

[I heard that Skyworld is a great development. If I could have a complete unit there, that would be amazing.]

She should understand what I meant.

[Okay, I understand.]

That very night, David really did give me a villa.

Sure enough, when the first love was happy, David was happy.

And when David was happy, even a little from between his fingers was enough for me to live on for several lifetimes.

So naturally, I became even more determined to win her over.

Over the next few days, David’s mood kept getting better. It was not just because Linda was happy, but also because of his rival brother.

The media reported that Scott had gone crazy.

From generously giving up the other half of the Skyworld project some time ago, to recently handing over several of Miller Group’s business deals to the Goldmans.

One outlet even reported exclusively that Scott had once posted late at night. [This woman is truly something.]

He deleted it seconds later.

My efforts to win over Linda finally hit a slump.

At this point, all that was left were the routine, half-hearted “good morning” and “good night” messages every day.

Even my once-overflowing urge to share things had completely dried up. I genuinely had nothing left to talk about.

I originally wanted to study her social media posts for clues, but unfortunately, her account was private.

So in the end, I had no choice but to turn to David for help.

“You care about her that much?” he asked, raising a brow as he pulled me into his arms.

“Mia, I’ll get jealous.”

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“But I’m doing all this for you. For the sake of the three of us getting along harmoniously.

“It’s not easy for me, you know!”

As I spoke in a sweet, coaxing tone, I rubbed my thumb against my index and middle fingers.

After all his years in business, David understood this signature gesture instantly.

So, just like that, I received another large transfer.

At the same time, I also learned about Linda’s preferences. She liked old, vintage, and traditional things.

After thinking it through, I realized the place I used to live was full of those things.

So that very day, I packed up a whole pile of trash and shipped it off to her.

No, not trash! They were nostalgic vintage items.

A few days later, she sent me a photo.

In a woven sack were all the carefully selected “cultural treasures” I had sent.

[This is the gift you sent me?]

I eagerly took credit. [Of course, I spent a long time gathering all of these.]

She started typing again.

After a while, she sent another photo of a pair of women’s crystal plastic slippers.

[This, too?]

I had bought those at a small convenience shop downstairs from my old apartment. The original price was ten dollars, and I had bargained it down to four and a half.

[Of course. Don’t you like them? I picked them very carefully. I thought this rose-red color would really suit your temperament.

[You don’t like them?]

I followed up with a crying emoji.

[It’s not that I don’t like them. They just don’t fit.]

She sent another photo. Sure enough, the slippers looked a bit tight.

[Next time you buy me shoes, remember I wear size 43.]

I was shocked.

Before I could even process that, she sent another photo.

[This is also from you?]

In the picture, her slender fingers were holding the tail of a sardine.

Sardines in olive oil, so delicious!

Over the next hour, she kept pulling out all sorts of old items.

Enamel mugs, enamel basins, kerosene lamps, thermos flasks, palm-leaf fans, canned fruit, military coats, peony-print bedsheets…

If it hadn’t been so expensive to ship, I would’ve even sent her an old-school bicycle.

[You really went through the trouble of collecting all of these, one by one.

[Mia, do you even have a heart?]

Now that was just unfair! All of this was based on the preferences David had told me!

I spent quite a while carefully drafting a long explanation. But before I could send it, she messaged again.

[Mia, I didn’t expect you to have thoughts like this.

[To go this far for me, I’m very touched.]

As a reliable sugar baby, I took the opportunity to boost David’s image as well.

[You’re welcome. David was the one who told me all this.]

Linda replied, [He’s that kind?]

[Of course. After all, the three of us will be living together in the future.]