Chapter 4, The So-Called Respect

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Miss Qiao, rest assured that from now on, your tuition fees will be fully covered by the boss. Not only that, but a generous living allowance will also be deposited into your account every month. Of course, if you stay with the boss for a long time, he will also arrange a suitable job for you in the future. Miss Qiao, you need to think carefully; this opportunity is not something that every woman can obtain

At that time, my heart was in turmoil; the term "mistress" seemed so filthy in my eyes, yet now I am required to undertake this role? However, considering the gambling debts burdening my family, I truly have no means to repay them

Entering the bedroom, he took off his coat and lazily leaned against the bed, looking at me standing by the door, at a loss for what to do. "Are you scared?"

I timidly called out, "Boss"

I have always secretly reminded myself: I am here to be a mistress, not to play the role of a saint. He is my benefactor, and if I make him unhappy, I will lose everything. I cannot allow such a thing to happen

In the silent and luxurious villa, I had prepared a sumptuous dinner early on, yet I sat alone at the table without touching my chopsticks, merely listening to the sound of the clock ticking away in the empty hall, as several hours passed by.

However, this is also good

He asked again, "How old are you?"

I spoke hesitantly, "18"

Perhaps I am fortunate, Mr. Jiang gave me the key to a luxurious villa, and he said that I could live there in the future, while the boss would come at most once a week. Later, I learned that Mr. Jiang's statement of "once a week" was merely a conservative estimate; I have lived here for three years and have only seen the boss a little over a dozen times.

He slightly furrowed his brows and said, "Come here."

When I woke up again, I found myself surrounded by emptiness. I held onto the blanket, and tears silently streamed down my face. I had never imagined that my precious first time would be given to a man whose name I did not even know.

The hand gripping the doorknob suddenly lost its strength, and could only quietly drop down. After closing the door properly, I walked towards him

"Miss Qiao, the boss will not be coming tonight." This was Mr. Jiang's voice, and upon hearing this sentence, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief

Understood. After hanging up the phone, my tense body relaxed, and I walked over to the sofa in the living room and lay down softly.

I bit my lip, striving to suppress the discomfort in my lower body, holding back the tears that were about to overflow.

He stopped speaking, and soon began to move rhythmically again. His actions brought me to tears several times, yet he did not cease, continuously demanding from me.

After that night, he did not come back for more than two months. I couldn't help but feel a bit worried. Was it because I wasn't good enough? Was he planning to terminate our contract? Later, I realized that my worries were unnecessary. Mr. Jiang said that the boss was very busy, and it was quite normal for him to stay overnight at the company. Moreover, he had so many social engagements every day, so naturally, he had no more time to come here.

Moreover, he is a wealthy businessman, and it is unlikely that I am the only one he keeps in a luxurious house; there must be too many to manage.

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled about what their boss actually does. My intuition tells me he is very wealthy; otherwise, he wouldn't be so generous towards me. Despite having so many questions, I never voiced them. I am merely a mistress, and speaking too much would only lead to my own disadvantage

I remember the first time I heard Mr. Jiang mention the "boss" was a month after I moved in. At that time, I was lying on the sofa watching television when the door was suddenly opened. I jumped up in alarm and saw a man in his thirties, dressed in a suit, walk in. His indifferent gaze briefly swept over me, but deep within his night-black eyes seemed to hide a chilling loneliness. His slightly arched eyebrows added a touch of unruliness to his demeanor, yet neither the loneliness nor the unruliness could conceal the innate noble aura that emanated from him. At that moment, I realized he was the "boss" Mr. Jiang had mentioned, but I did not expect him to be so young.

The phone suddenly rang, and I immediately answered, "Hello."

He did not respond, but simply went upstairs. I immediately followed him, watching his imposing figure, my legs trembled as I ascended the stairs

When my body was pierced by a sharp object, I cried out in pain, never having imagined that the first time would be so painful

Mr. Jiang spent 300,000 at that time to negotiate a deal with me, which involved being the mistress of his boss. His demands were not many; the boss would visit the villa at most once a week, and I only needed to accompany him for one night a week

My dignity was abandoned long before I decided to enter the profession of a mistress. This world is quite fair, isn't it? An equivalent exchange: you give me money, and I give you my body

I bit my lip and remained silent

At that time, I did not know what I was thinking; I only knew to nod, and then I signed a contract with him. From that moment on, I became what is referred to as a "mistress".

He paused slightly with a somewhat rude gesture, his scrutinizing gaze fixed on my eyes as he asked, "Is this your first time?"

This is what monetary transactions are, a mistress has no right to demand so-called respect

Under his piercing gaze, I sat beside him, gradually shedding all the clothes on my body. He looked at me with a playful expression for a moment, then stood up and pulled me into his embrace, pressing me down onto the bed