This is my third year of playing the role of a mistress. Originally, I was a wild model prancing around in car shows, kitchen displays, and shopping mall events, all in an attempt to cover my actual profession, that of a mistress, whose sole responsibility is to be intimate with men and playing the role of the lady-on-the-side.

Although I wouldn't call myself a top-tier model, I've managed to make a comfortable living thanks to a 'sugar daddy' backing me. This man, in his fifties and even older than my birth father, is not only my sugar daddy, but also my boyfriend and my lover. The position I am in today is all thanks to him fully supporting me.

My sugar daddy has quite few indulgences and knows how to enjoy life. On numerous occasions, he made me feel great, often leading me to peak several times in one night. He has also had dalliances with two other girls, both younger and prettier than me, but with no family background. Unfortunately, they ended up being discarded at a crematorium by his bodyguards, and their deaths were quickly swept under the rug.

Such are the privileges of the wealthy. The poor are trampled underfoot, and women are relegated to the role of sex slaves with little to no rights. There are moments of triumph in this line of work. For instance, a fellow model of mine bore a son for a wealthy mogul, leading to him ousting his old wife and elevating my friend to her new position.

However, not everyone is so lucky in our line of work. I have seen far too many women falling prey to silky promises, engaging in intimacy without protection, only to be coerced into abortions and then thrown away. In worse cases, the secret affairs are exposed, leading to women being stripped and beaten in a public display.

My sugar daddy has more than one mistress, entangled with myriad women. Once, we ended up sharing a night with him alongside another woman he brought home. Despite all of us being his mistresses, we did not have a pleasant relationship behind closed doors.

On one occasion, I was out shopping with the Hermès bag my sugar daddy bought me when I caught sight of another woman he was seeing. She was accompanied by a handsome young man, clearly funded by the money our sugar daddy was sending her.

I discreetly took a photo and approached her nonchalantly. Recognizing me, her face turned pale with fear. She quickly dispatched her male companion and came over to warn me about revealing this to our sugar daddy. However, I gave her no friendly reception.

We were always vying for our sugar daddy's attention, aiming to suppress each other in order to gain his favor. The woman had always managed to keep me under her thumb, but that incident turned the tables, leading to an open confrontation that left us both with physical marks.

Ordinarily, I'd accompany my sugar daddy to jewelry shows and seminars, given that I was presentable enough to keep up appearances. However, to remain incognito, I usually went under the guise of his secretary.

We attended such an event at a five-star hotel buzzing with influential people. As the tycoon of an entertainment company, my sugar daddy was rather popular and caught high praises for my beauty.

However, he merely offered polite smiles before heading over to greet a certain man, "Mr. Mu, how have you been?"

I, his secretary, was stunned. I didn't know who he was, but anyone capable of earning such respect from my sugar daddy piqued my curiosity. The man appeared relatively young but carried himself with an air of nobility and elegance.

He reciprocated the greeting with a smile, shaking my sugar daddy's hand and responded, "Long time no see." His sharp gaze, coupled with his attractive long features, left me shuddering in astonishment.

The two of us exchanged pleasantries for a bit, and then my sugar daddy took me elsewhere. Along the way, I curiously asked him who the man was, and my sugar daddy told me his name was Mu Tian, a casino owner. The two of them had some business dealings. Apparently, the guy was only thirty and was doing pretty well for himself, his name was enough to intimidate many people.

I took another look at the man named Mu Tian, he only left an imposing figure in my sight. I lowered my eyes and tightened my grip on my sugar daddy's arm, feeling that even just the sight of his back was too intense.

Returning to the small apartment my sugar daddy bought for me, he patted me on the back, saying I was particularly charming tonight. My sugar daddy is quite the flirt, in order to get the best enjoyment, he'd spend big money to please his mistresses with endless sweet nothings.

I've been my sugar daddy's mistress for three years, always keeping a low profile. Even though my sugar daddy appreciates this about me, he still worried a bit. After all, a mistress is just for fun and things can't go on forever, who knows when I'll be out of favor. Having my own career would be better, but my sugar daddy doesn't show interest in my company performances, I'm just a moderately famous model after three years, people think I'm just playing around, all the flatteries are empty.

I doodled circles on my sugar daddy’s chest to please him, suggesting we take a bath together. Then a phone call suddenly came, it was the woman who kept a younger lover behind my sugar daddy's back, using her own illness as an excuse to vie for favor.

After our last argument, we completely fell out, she moved so quickly that my sugar daddy didn’t get a chance to find out. My phone was smashed and the photos inside couldn't be retrieved, causing my image in front of my sugar daddy to drop significantly. If it weren't for the banquet tonight requiring my company as a good-tempered woman, I might have been forgotten.

My sugar daddy refers to her as Little Yun, in the end, she, who pretended to be pitiful, was called.

Feeling very irate, I had to pretend to be magnanimous, claiming that the patient’s condition was the most important thing.

The moment my sugar daddy left, I picked up a glass from the table and harshly smashed it onto the ground, the sound of shattering glass evoking the hatred I harbored for Little Yun.

The company generally informs me of medium to large events, the upcoming jewelry auction was no exception. It was a charitable auction organized by medium-sized company bosses. Mi-jie, my assigned agent, asked if I was going to accept.

Even though these bosses were wealthy, they were far behind my sugar daddy. This charity auction was just a sugar-daddy selection event under the guise of philanthropy, which is pretty normal. Many up-and-coming models in the company wish to board this ship, all eager to show themselves.

I had no plan to go to such an event, but a newly signed model sarcastically said: "Of course she wouldn’t go to such a low-class show, besides, she has someone’s support. If she went, it’d definitely hurt her image. Tsk tsk, she doesn’t have any skills but seducing men. She doesn’t deserve to set foot on the model stage."

The obvious insult made me hold back my anger. This woman was favored by my sugar daddy, who has been promoting her in the company recently. My sugar daddy often encouraged me to take her under my wing. If she could learn even half of my restraint and patience, she’d make a top-notch model, what could I say but agree? Unfortunately, this woman speaks without passing through her brain, she is not welcomed in the company, anyone who approaches will get caught in the thorns. She continually provokes me, thinking her position can replace mine.

I smiled and said, "For such a small event, naturally you wouldn't be interested, what a pity, people aren't interested in you either."

Just as the atmosphere was getting tense, Mi-jie ran over panting heavily and said, "There's a change in plans."

Sis Mi told me that my godfather is also going to attend this auction. She said a bigshot is joining and more major companies will follow, so I probably won't be able to walk this show. If godfather is going to attend, he should bring me along. However, if he intends to promote this newbie model and let her walk the show, that would be a slap in the face to me.

Soon, I received a call from my godfather, instructing me to accompany him to a charity event happening in three days time.

I shot a glance at the newbie model and, without uttering a word, pushed her shoulder away and left. She stared with wide-eyes filled with anger and suspicion.

The charity event my godfather was talking about was a jewelry auction. Only now, it had completely transformed into a charity event, and the venue was the largest underground casino in the province.

This was my first time entering this underground casino, and its exaggerated atmosphere was even more prominent than what's depicted in movies. Wealthy tycoons with wine glasses were constantly gambling at the tables. Ladies in red uniforms were bustling among the crowd, their dazzling smiles captivating hearts. They were close to the bosses, their fingers hinting towards the money in their pockets.

Surveying the surroundings, I instantly spotted Mu Tian in the middle, surrounded by a crowd. He was standing there like a king, receiving all the greetings with a polite, practiced smile on his face.

Our eyes met, and in that moment I shivered as if hit by a wave of electricity. I lowered my head and held onto my godfather's arm.

My godfather walked towards Mu Tian, laughing heartily. "Mr. Mu, it indeed seems we're destined to meet again."

Mu Tian reached out and clasped my godfather's hand, speaking with some familiarity. "Thanks to Boss Du for honoring us with your presence. The wins and losses tonight in the casino will all go towards charity. Fancy a round?"

My godfather immediately chose to play a simple game of High-Low.

As Mu Tian approached the table, everyone else respectfully stepped aside. He raised his hand and the dealer nodded and began shaking the dice in the shaker. With a thump, it landed on the table. Mu Tian asked with a smile, "So for this round, does Boss Du want to bet on high or low?"

My attention was focused on the dealer's movements, the tumbling dice were clear to view. Seeing my godfather looking somewhat hesitant, I leaned on him playfully, "Boss, it's all for charity anyway, why not bet high?"

My godfather squinted and smiled, placing his chips on the High spot. "I'll take your word, it's just for charity."

As Mu Tian lit up a cigarette, his gaze met mine through the light blue smoke. He gave me an inscrutable smile.

The dealer lifted the shaker: "Three, six, nine—high! Boss Du wins."