Part 1Double Trouble: The Twin Game

My twin sister and I were both "canaries" for Julian Gu for five years.

She handled the bedroom, I handled the cash. A clear division of labor.

After graduating college, my sister, unable to take her hands off a male model's eight-pack abs at a bar, suddenly asked:

"Sis, who's going to the wedding? You or me?"

I casually picked up the dice nearby:

"High roll wins. Loser goes!"

Before we could determine the winner, Julian's voice rang out behind us:

"Bro, how's my canary?"

"Just so-so."

Looking at two identical faces, my sister and I were stunned. In unison, we asked:

"Wait, which one is your sugar daddy???"

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We both squinted suspiciously at the VIP booth, whispering:

"The one on the right?"

"The one on the left?"

I asked again, "Didn't you sleep with Julian? You can't tell them apart?"

"I don't look at his face when we sleep. Unless he takes his pants off." My sister rubbed her chin, frowning. "Besides, they look exactly the same!"

It was indeed a difficult puzzle.

Before we could figure it out, we saw Julian smirk, his tone playful:

"Bro, who's going to the wedding? You or me?"

His twin brother paused imperceptibly, then slowly picked up the dice on the table: "High roll wins. Winner goes!"

"Deal." Julian raised an eyebrow, also picking up a dice cup and shaking it.

The booth erupted in jeers:

"Second Young Master Gu, you better try hard. Roll a one and you'll be the groom!"

"Why don't you both go? Real-life The Prince and the Pauper."

"Imagine Chloe's face at the wedding if she knew she's been passed between you two for the last two years..."

The woman sitting in Julian's lap covered her mouth and giggled, "That Chloe is so lucky. Having both Gu brothers fight over her, I'm almost envious."

This mocking remark instantly made everyone laugh.

Julian took a sip of his drink, lifted her chin with a finger, and fed her the wine from his mouth, chuckling: "Why, want both of us to service you too?"

The woman melted into a puddle in his arms, coquettishly saying:

"No way, I only like Second Young Master Gu."

My sister and I exchanged a look. We both saw disgust in each other's eyes.

And a flash of loneliness in hers.