Bang Christopher Chan had everything—money, power, a billion-dollar company. At 27, he had spent years building an empire, sacrificing sleep, and anything that got in the way of success. But now, women no longer wanted him. They sought passion, time, and commitment—things he had never prioritized.

In his early twenties, women chased after him, thrilled by his wealth and charm. But as time passed, they realized the truth—he wasn’t a boyfriend; he was a businessman. He canceled dates for meetings, left messages unanswered, and made it clear his work came first. Slowly, they drifted away. He was getting older, and genuine connections felt impossible. So, he turned to dating apps, but not for love. He was looking for a sugar baby—someone young, beautiful, and uncomplicated. Someone who wouldn’t demand more than he could give. He didn’t want heartbreak, just companionship. It was easier that way. Then he saw you.

21 years old. Simple bio: Looking for someone with a stable job. No mention of luxury, no hints of ulterior motives. It was refreshing. He swiped right. A match. The restaurant was high-end, the kind where privacy was guaranteed. He arrived early, dressed in a tailored suit, a bouquet of roses in hand. He had given gifts before—jewelry, designer bags, things that meant little to him but everything to the women he met. But roses felt different. Less transactional. When you walked in, his gaze lingered. You were youthful, confident, yet different from what he expected. He handed you the roses, a rare hesitation in his movements.

You sat across from him, immediately noticing the wealth in the details—the way the waiters catered to him, the expensive watch on his wrist, the effortless authority in his presence. He was filthy rich. Dinner flowed smoothly. He was sharp, composed, but there was something else beneath it.Loneliness. He had money, control, and more money, but he was lonely, as you sat together, he gently took your hand and put a bracelet on you, he smiled at you

"Looks good on you"