Off work - 2

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What, darling? What are kids thinking these days?" I shook my head. Anyway, I decided to find something to distract myself, even if people said I was harming the nation's future generations. Besides, kids these days mature early; there's nothing they wouldn't dare to do.
I got on my bike and rode under the Civic Elevated Road towards the East District.
After delivering the documents and buying a mouse—just one mouse, 99 NTD, a special price at the exhibition—I'd traveled so far and spent so much time on transportation just for this mouse. Although I'm not a business student, I still felt
it was making a mountain out of a molehill. But it was alright; it'd been a long time since I'd been to an IT expo. This past year, I'd been very poor and hadn't had money to buy new equipment, so I'd lost interest in IT expos. But actually, there were some enjoyable
aspects to going to IT expos, like seeing the hot female exhibitors. But Taiwan doesn't have the same culture as Japan; you can't bring a camera to take pictures with them, which is a real shame.
"What are you doing here?" An exhibit girl suddenly stopped me.
"Miss, do we...know each other?" I looked at the scantily clad girl in front of me, wondering if this was some new sales tactic. When did I meet this hot girl again?
"Hey, that's so mean! You just asked me out, and you've already forgotten?"
My heart skipped a beat. Those sweet dimples... no wonder she looked so familiar. It was her this morning, that girl named Qi... so she works here! This morning on the MRT, she was wearing a thick sweater and a school
jacket, and no makeup. If it weren't for those dimples, I would never have connected this girl with the student I saw this morning.
"No, you look so beautiful right now, I didn't recognize you." Indeed, hot pants, a sleeveless tight-fitting top, and a ribbon-tied ponytail—I looked her up and down; every part of her was beautiful. I didn't know where to focus
my gaze.
"Where are you looking?" the dimpled girl protested!
"No, dressed like that, it's hard not to see."
"You're just like all those old men here, lecherous."
"I bought something, okay? I didn't come to see you," I weakly protested, waving the mouse a couple of times.
"Oh, so you mean I shouldn't see you?" This brat is really persistent. "Seeing me isn't good?"
"Yes, it's very bad," I deliberately provoked her.
"That's for the best, then let's not meet up tonight!" she said angrily.
"What I mean by 'very bad' is that you're dressed too beautifully, I'll become infatuated with you."
"That's for the best!" Is this a modern-day catchphrase? That's for the best?
"Okay, I have to go back to the company. See you at the train station tonight, don't forget." Looking at the time, I should go back too.
"Mmm, I'm going up for the fashion show too, bye-bye!"
I watched the dimpled girl walk back to her stall. She turned and gave me a sweet kiss, but suddenly I felt several murderous gazes directed at me, especially from the young boys at her stall,
who looked at me like I was a creepy old man. I forced an awkward smile, waved to the dimpled girl, and quickly turned to leave this unpleasant place.
"Excuse me, could you wait a minute?" A boy stopped me at the exit.
"What's wrong?" I could sense his unfriendly tone.
He looked to be about 185cm tall, a head taller than me, and it was tiring to look up at him.
"Are you Lan Wenqi's boyfriend?" He suddenly asked a strange question.
"Huh? Who's Lan Wenqi?" Now it was my turn to be dumbfounded.
"Stop pretending. That girl you were talking to just now..."
I quickly thought of her name and remembered that the dimpled girl's name was Wenqi. I immediately guessed what was going on. This kid was probably one of his many suitors, and I, this unlucky old man on the subway, was being used as a shield. Fine! Since you're unjust to me, I'll be unkind to you too.
"Yes, I'm her boyfriend, Sanxiao?" I imitated Mingke's usual tone. This was the first time I'd spoken like this, and well, it sounded harsh, but it seemed to work well. Heh!
The boy's eyes darted away for a moment, but he immediately met my gaze again.
"I won't give up. You're not good enough for her." Now the boy was quite defiant. "My national university has a much brighter future than someone like you who doesn't even know where you're hanging out!"
Now it was my turn to laugh and cry. It seemed he really thought I was some random thug salesman. But I could only blame myself for pretending to be something I'd never seen before. If you're
going to play this game, play it to the end! These days, it seems like bad guys are in power. As long as you're daring enough, nothing is impossible. And what's with this talk about national universities? I graduated from National Taiwan University in '87, and I'm still just a lowly salesman. We
're both students who eat at Little Fortune Chicken Cutlet, but our circumstances are worlds apart. I suddenly remembered a junior I met during the summer; she's already a master's graduate and a researcher at the Geological Survey. Another classmate of mine is all talk and
no action; he's changed jobs four times since his military service and is still unemployed. It has absolutely nothing to do with which university you graduated from.
"National University! That's impressive! I'll leave my name and visit you sometime."
"..." He was probably intimidated and didn't say anything.
"You're from the real world, a national university, huh?" Suddenly, I remembered what happened with Xiao Yi this morning, and decided to vent my anger on this inexplicable brat.
Perhaps my voice was a bit too loud; people around me couldn't help but glance at me. The young man probably couldn't stand my provocation and didn't say anything, turning and leaving. I shook my head, ignoring the suspicious looks from the visitors, and walked towards the exit
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The gap in the crowd was quickly covered by the throng, leaving no trace.
Dragged back to the office like that, it was almost time to leave work. I happily packed up my files, having spent the afternoon out, my stomach full of Starbucks coffee – that's the little joy of being a salesperson!
If you take a walk on Songjiang Road or Chang'an East Road in Taipei every afternoon, and sit in those coffee shops and fast food restaurants, you'll understand what I mean.
"Are you busy later?" Xiaoyi walked up to me and asked in a low voice.
"No," I replied, not wanting her to know I had a date.
"Then can we go for a walk?" Xiaoyi asked softly.
"..." What should I do?
Although I like Xiaoyi and have spent some time with her, recent events have made me feel a bit powerless. I helped her solve her problems, but in the end, she went back to someone else. Besides, I promised her something; I can't just stand her up at the last minute.
"I'm sorry, I'm very tired today and want to go home," I lied to Xiaoyi.
"Oh, okay," Xiaoyi's eyes were glistening with tears, but I hardened my heart and pretended not to see them.
When I arrived at the train station, the dimpled girl was already waiting for me. She had changed back into her uniform, but her makeup was still on, her eyeshadow still alluring, making her look pitiful!
"Hmm, I've changed my mind, let's go to the hot springs! Look, a discount coupon!" The dimpled girl waved the slip of paper excitedly.
"Where did you get this?"
"It was given away at the information fair! Let's go! I've never been before."
"Oh!" I thought to myself, no way! Hot springs?
"The waiter said it's very crowded today, and there are only individual pools left, what should we do?"
"Well... how about we go together?" I said with ill intent.
The dimpled girl hesitated for a moment.
"Pinky promise, no messing around."
"Okay, pinky promise."
This? No messing around? Heaven knows...
There are a few good local chicken restaurants on Xingyi Road. Although it's not a holiday today, maybe because of the cold snap, there are quite a few people. However, I don't plan to eat here because everything is expensive, and it's not cost-effective for just two people. Besides, the little girl and I agreed to go to Shilin Night Market after we finish the hot springs.
Guided by the staff, we went downstairs to the individual pools. The Xingyi Road Hot Spring is now much better maintained. Although it's not open-air, the wet and dry areas are separated, which is much more convenient for tourists, unlike before when it was
all wet and sticky.
After entering the cubicle, Wenqi stood there without moving.
"What's wrong? We're already here," I nudged her. "Take off your clothes."
"Do I have to take everything off? I thought it was like wearing a swimsuit."
"That's how hot springs are! Otherwise, do you think it's a swimming pool? Besides, did you bring a swimsuit?"
"No, but this is the first time we've met. I've never bathed with a guy before, it's so strange."
"Well, it's up to you. We're already here, it'd be a waste not to bathe. I want to bathe, it's so comfortable!"
"No, why don't you bathe, I'll wait outside."
The young girl might find this situation hard to accept, but since we were already here, I certainly didn't want to give up. After much persuasion and promises, and even a promise to accompany her to Leofoo Village and the zoo in the future, she finally reluctantly agreed to bathe with me.
“Then turn around first, no peeking.”
“Okay.” I turned around and took off my shirt. But I didn’t hear Wenqi make a sound. I turned around and saw her still standing there, holding her small bag.
I helped her put the bag in the locker and pulled her into my arms. At times like this, instead of begging, it’s better to win a girl’s heart with gentleness. If I keep looking impatient, she will look down on me. I let her lean on me and started to sweet-talk her. Many people say that you should caress her nipples and other erogenous zones, but I think you have to caress a woman’s ‘heart’ before you can caress her body. It doesn’t
matter if she’s 17 or 38.
But… 17… I’m really testing the waters. I’m struggling with this.
“Do you like me holding you like this?”
“Mmm.” Wenqi nodded gently.
“Take off your clothes first and soak in the water, it feels really good!”
“We’re going to Shilin Night Market later.” I really sound like I’m coaxing a child.
I secretly unzipped her pants and unbuckled her belt. Although she grabbed my hand, she wasn't very firm.
She only relaxed when her pants were down to her knees,
gesturing for me to take them off herself. Not wanting to push too hard, I let go and watched her remove her clothes one by one, including her pants and underwear.
"You're so fast!" she exclaimed .
"It's just that guys don't have many clothes," I said. I noticed she was still wearing a pink lace-trimmed panty and a pale pink bra, her arms crossed over her chest, still hesitant.
This was my job. I ignored her protests, unhooked her bra, and began to caress her breasts. Her nipples were small and cute, a very pale flesh color. I hadn't even rubbed them much, just a light
touch, and they were already erect.
"Oh, don't touch me like that, it's too much!" Young girls probably don't understand the feeling of sexual arousal!
"Is it just itchy?" I asked.
"I can't say, it's very itchy, but also very comfortable."
Quickly, I took off her panties. Her pubic hair was sparse. I casually slipped my index finger into her vulva. Wenqi tilted her head back, resting on my shoulder, panting heavily. A young girl's body is especially sensitive; I felt her wet in no time.
However, this was just an appetizer. The main focus was something more comfortable, which was tonight's purpose. Oh, and I hadn't forgotten the most important purpose: "a hot spring bath." While caressing her, I prepared the water. The air was filled with the distinctive sulfurous smell of the Yangmingshan sulfur spring.
I held Wenqi's hand and tested the water temperature with my other hand. It was just right. So I scooped out a few basins of water to rinse myself and her body, occasionally asking her questions, like about her interests, where she went on weekends
, and whether she had many suitors. Perhaps it was the comfortable caresses at the beginning, but she was less resistant to my touching.
After letting her soak in the hot spring first, I sat down behind her and massaged her shoulders. She'd been standing all day at the World Trade Center; her muscles must have been tired.
"So comfortable," she sighed softly. "I didn't expect soaking in a hot spring to be so comfortable."
"Soaking in a hot spring is comfortable, but there's also a free massage," I teased her.
"Okay, how about I massage you later?"
I looked at Wenqi's youthful skin, and her long, soft hair, which felt wonderful to touch. She was probably a B-cup, not very big, a little smaller than Xiaoyi's, but just as soft, and my hand could easily cover her breasts. I hugged her from behind, occasionally touching her white breasts, half-submerged in the water. She leaned against me, enjoying it.
After five minutes, my hand began to move towards her thighs, slowly moving inwards, unhurriedly. She only symbolically grasped my hand; clearly, my teasing had made her lose control. I had a feeling of teasing a young girl.
Even in the water, I could feel how wet she was…
But I didn't want to. Not that I didn't want to, but I didn't want to do it in a place like this. It's very bad for girls; they can easily get infected with strange bacteria. I had a girlfriend before who got an infection after having sex with me in a hot spring area, and it took her a long time to recover. Ever since then, I haven't liked doing that.
So I just kept caressing Wenqi, and that was enough for me.
After soaking for nearly 20 minutes, the waiter knocked on the door to ask us to leave. We reluctantly got up and dried ourselves with two small towels I bought at the counter. Looking at her small lips, I couldn't help but pull her into my arms and kiss her.
"I love you," she blurted out unexpectedly. "This is my first kiss."
"Mmm," I mumbled in response.
I like Xiaoyi, but I don't know Wenqi yet. She's young, innocent, and beautiful, and she's clearly experiencing her first love. This kind of love can be dangerous sometimes, and I don't want to hurt her. I need to be more careful and respectful in the face of it.
After the hot springs, I took Wenqi to the Shilin Night Market as promised. She seemed different from the typical vocational high school girl I knew. In my mind, most vocational high school girls were fun-loving, or
at least often dragged out shopping by their classmates. But Wenqi seemed to be visiting a night market for the first time. She kept pulling me around, and people around us were secretly laughing, but I knew most of those glances were admiration—a fondness for beautiful things. Wenqi was a very beautiful girl. A bit like an angel.
And I was the devil blaspheming an angel.
"Jiejie, look! A puppy! So cute!" She insisted on calling me Jiejie! I had never been called that so disgustingly before, but she insisted on giving me a name just for her.
"Hmm, but don't you think the puppy is pitiful? It's so cold today, and so many people are playing with it."
I've always disliked the pet stalls at the Shilin Night Market; to me, it's animal cruelty. What right do people have to put a price on other lives? Perhaps my serious expression startled Xiaoqi.
"Why are you so fierce? I was just looking at the puppies!" Xiaoqi said, looking aggrieved.
"No, I just felt sorry for those puppies," I said, easing my frown and gently tapping Xiaoqi's nose. Her face was small, with bright eyes, naturally crescent-shaped eyebrows, and rosy cheeks. No wonder
she attracted so many suitors after only two days of working at the World Trade Center.
We chatted as we walked. It turned out she was originally going to work for a week, but even a nearly 40-year-old engineer at the computer company was interested in her. Unable to bear the harassment, she had to quit her short-term job early.
"Xiaoqi, what time are you going home tonight?" I checked my phone. After all, she was still young and shouldn't stay out too late.
"Eleven o'clock, I usually get home around eleven after my evening classes. It's still early, isn't it? Are you going to rush me home?" Xiaoqi started her usual coquettish charm again.
"No, I wouldn't want to." In one night, I'd completely experienced what it meant for a young girl to be coquettish. It's something irresistible, second only to delicious food. Besides, eating too much makes you
bloated, but being coquettish by a pretty, innocent girl only makes you feel intoxicated.
"Huh? What did you call me? Jie Jie? You're calling me Xiao Qi now! That's great!"
"Don't you like it?" I was suddenly surprised by my own intimacy with her, but I didn't show it.
"I like it, I also like the feeling of you kissing me." Xiao Qi naturally linked arms with me. The way we walked together was no different from the thousands of couples at the Shilin Night Market that night, but there was always a little knot in my heart, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"Also, you can only kiss me, not other girls." Xiao Qi seemed to have already considered me, this devil, as the private property of an angel.
"Okay, I'll only kiss you." I didn't know if what I was doing counted as deceiving a young girl's feelings, but I really didn't want to shatter a young girl's fragile, budding love with reality. I still remember the heartbroken look on a girl's face when I cruelly dumped her years ago. At the time, I only felt disgust. But reflecting on it years later, although I haven't stopped pursuing lust, I haven't touched love again. And that expression that I once loathed has now become my hatred, because I know I once destroyed someone with my own hands.
Why did an angel have to remind me of my ugliness tonight?
"Jie Jie, what's wrong? Aren't you happy with me?" Xiao Qi must have sensed my low spirits. My expression completely revealed my sorrow. Thinking about that question just now, and then thinking about the intimacy with Xiao Yi just the night before last, less than 72 hours later, I've already slept with another young girl?
"No, no!" Not wanting to spoil Xiaoqi's mood, I quickly made a face. "I'm an old lady, I get tired after walking for a long time."
"Don't be so serious," Xiaoqi said to me with a straight face. "You'll age very quickly like this! Otherwise, when I'm 50, you'll look like you're 70. I'll still be very beautiful when I'm 50, but you'll look like a thousand-year-old zombie. If we go out, people will think I'm your granddaughter. Wouldn't that be pitiful? People might even say, 'Oh dear, look at that young girl, she's actually throwing herself at that old man. Is she trying to scam his inheritance?' Then I'll not only be misunderstood, but also seen as a bad woman. And then it'll all be your fault!"
Xiaoqi rattled off a whole string of words on the roadside without even taking a breath. I was completely dumbfounded!
What's going on in an angel's head?
"Hahaha~~~~~" I was amused by Xiaoqi's string of words.
"Hey! What are you laughing at? I'm being serious, are you even listening?!" Xiaoqi's pouting and hands-on-hips expression was so cute. Looking at her, a damn feeling welled up inside me.
I think… I've fallen in love with this 17-year-old angel. But at the same time, I clearly understood where that unease in my heart came from. It wasn't just the age difference between Xiaoqi and me, but another person, an expression that chilled me to the bone.
Xiaoyi's tearful eyes were exactly the same as the girl I had cruelly hurt years ago. It was the look of deep love followed by utter despair. I'm not a good man, so why do they love me like this
? Tall, not handsome, and poor. Maybe I don't understand love, only action.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Xiaoqi looked at me worriedly. "Did I do something to upset you?"
"Haha, it's nothing, I was just thinking I'd be really ugly when I'm a thousand years old," I laughed it off. "It doesn't matter if
you're ugly, I just want you," Xiaoqi was so innocent.
I could only gaze at Xiaoqi with the tenderest of eyes. She seemed shy under my gaze and lowered her head. We happened to reach the wall of Bailing High School, where it was less crowded. Xiaoqi had bought two candied hawthorns, but only took one bite; the rest were mine. I pulled her into my arms, gently lifted her chin, and kissed her with all my heart. Unlike her shyness at the hot spring, Xiaoqi opened her mouth, responding shyly to my tongue.
After two minutes, we reluctantly parted. Xiaoqi looked up, saw me looking at her intently,
and then hid her head again.
After a while, I broke the silence. After all, there was an age gap, and I quickly calmed myself. But the future seemed much clearer.
"Let's go, do you want to go shopping?" Besides being gentle, I felt I couldn't do anything else.
"Um, I'm tired, and I should go home."
"Then I'll give you a ride home."
"Ah, it's okay, I can take the MRT myself. My dad will pick me up at the MRT station."
"Oh, okay, then I'll go with you to catch the train." Suddenly, I felt it was a pity I couldn't take her home.
"Okay."
At the MRT station, I added 1000 NTD to her EasyCard. I didn't know why I did it; I just wanted to do what I could.
"Hey? Wenqi?" A boy's voice came from behind us. It seems you always run into acquaintances in crowded places. It's a small world indeed. Xiaoqi and I turned around. A handsome boy was standing
behind us, holding hands with a girl.
"Hi! Brother! Hi! Sister Xiaorou!" Xiaoqi seemed quite embarrassed! But... I was even more embarrassed!
"Ah? Guojie? What are you doing here?"
"Xiaoqi, don't you have class?"
Almost simultaneously, the boy and girl asked us questions.
I never imagined that Xiaoqi was my colleague's boyfriend's sister. That wasn't so bad. What was
bad was that Xiaoqi was only 17 years old.
"You two know each other?" Xiaoqi probably had a hard time accepting that her new boyfriend was actually her brother's girlfriend's colleague. But not only her, I also couldn't imagine how Xiaorou would view me, and I didn't even dare to think that Xiaoqi's brother would think I was a weird old man.
"Wenqi, you skipped class! I'll go back and tell Dad." Wenqi's brother didn't seem to care much.
"Please don't! You want to get me grounded!" Xiaoqi started using the kind of kung fu I had witnessed the night before on her brother.
"I'm not like you, a big mouth, running to Mom to tell her I have a girlfriend." Watching the siblings' conversation, I felt much more relaxed. Her brother didn't seem like a difficult person to get along with, and I was also quite puzzled. Xiao
Rou had once said her boyfriend was about my age, maybe only a year or two younger than me, so how could he have such a young sister?
"By the way, why are we standing here daydreaming?" Xiao Qi's brother broke the silence. "Hello, my name is Jian Weihai. Jian as in simple, Wei as in four dimensions, Hao as in righteousness. You know my girlfriend?"
"Yes, we're colleagues. Nice to meet you." Xiao Qi's brother readily extended his hand and shook mine—it was strong! He was about 175cm tall, muscular, with a square, well-defined face, giving off a responsible vibe
. But his surname was Jian, and Xiao Qi's was Lan? Were they not siblings?
"Guojie, I didn't expect you to know Weihao's sister! What a coincidence! I thought I had mistaken you for someone else. Are you also here at Shilin Night Market?" Xiaorou was sitting quite far from me in the office. My principle
is always not to approach girls with boyfriends, but Xiaoyi is a real exception. So Xiaorou and I aren't very familiar. I've never seen her boyfriend either.
"Yeah, what a coincidence! I was just about to take Wenqi home when I ran into you guys. I also didn't expect Wenqi's brother to be your boyfriend," I said with a smile. "But are you siblings? Why do you have different surnames?"
"Well, it's a long story," Xiaoqi's brother said, his face darkening at the question. I tensed up. Sometimes, certain questions might touch on someone's privacy, and it seemed inappropriate to ask.
“Anyway, with my guarantee, it’s okay for Xiaoqi to come home a little late,” Weihao readily agreed. “I’ll treat you to drinks.”
“Brother! I knew you were the best!” Xiaoqi was naturally delighted to be able to come home late, happily holding my hand and being very affectionate. I noticed that Xiaoqi’s brother, Weihao, only smiled faintly and didn’t say anything, but
Xiaorou’s eyes were sharp, though she quickly looked away.
“…So, my sister’s surname is Lan, and mine is still Jian.” At the tea shop, Xiaoqi’s brother explained to me why the siblings had different surnames. They were half-siblings, sharing the same mother but different fathers. Weihao’s father passed away from cancer shortly after Weihao’s mother gave birth to him. More than ten years later, Weihao was older and more sensible, so his mother remarried Xiaoqi’s father and gave birth to Xiaoqi. Although her stepfather loved Weihao very much, he never asked Weihao to call him “Dad.”
"Oh, I see," I exclaimed, suddenly realizing. "So, Xiaorou, you've known Wenqi for a long time?"
"Yes, I know her. When she was in elementary school, Weihao and I were in college. We met back then."
"That's right! Jie Jie, let me tell you, Xiaorou is like an older sister to me."
Xiaorou then asked me, "How long have you known Wenqi? How come I haven't heard you mention having a girlfriend all these months?"
I knew this question would come up, but I didn't know how to answer it.
"Xiaorou, we've known each other for a long time! But we only got together recently," Wenqi lied clumsily, I don't know where she learned it from, but a smart person would immediately notice something was wrong.
"Okay, that's not important, but you're not allowed to bully my sister," Jian Weihao didn't seem to care that I was about the same age as him, and so much older than his sister!
Xiaorou seemed to have more to say, but since Wenqi's brother had already said that, she started to change the subject.
"Rou, I have to take my sister home today. You might have to take the MRT yourself."
"It's okay, drive carefully."
After leaving the tea shop, the four of us split into two groups: the boys and the girls. Xiao Rou and Xiao Qi chatted like sisters in front, while Wei Hao and I walked behind, talking about our interests. He was a very talkative and open-minded person. It was comfortable talking to him; there was no sense of same-sex repulsion.
"I think there's something I need to say first," he said, his tone shifting.
I knew it was probably about Xiao Qi and me, so I stopped smiling and listened attentively.
"So far, you've passed the test. It's quite pleasant talking to you. I don't care if you're older or younger than Xiao Qi, but if you dare to hurt her, I definitely won't be lenient with you." "
I know, I'll take good care of Xiao Qi," I replied sincerely.
"What are you talking about?" Xiao Rou and Xiao Qi, perhaps noticing we had slowed down, stopped as well, waiting for us to catch up.
“I want him to take good care of you,” Wei-hao laughed.
“If he dares not take care of me, Sister Xiao-rou will make sure he doesn’t get away with it! Sister Xiao-rou, don’t you agree?”
“That’s right, don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him,” Xiao-rou laughed too.
“What, Sister Xiao-rou? Call me sister-in-law!” Wei-hao patted his sister’s head. “I’ve taught you that a few times.”
“Hey! Jian Wei-hao, I’m still young, don’t make me unpopular.” Xiao-rou and Jian Wei-hao have been a couple since college. I watched them bickering like this and felt quite envious. If Xiao-qi and I could be like that, it wouldn’t be bad.
“Then we’ll go first! Be careful on the bus.”
Xiao-rou and I stood on the roadside at the exit of Jiantan MRT station, watching the red Neon drive away.
“Xiao-rou, are you taking the MRT back? I need to get my bike.” I should go home too.
“Hmm, are you with Xiao-qi? What about Xiao-yi?” Xiao-rou still didn’t let me off the hook, but I was already grateful that she didn’t mention it in front of Xiao-qi and her brother.
“Xiaoyi has a boyfriend, I don’t want to get involved.”
“You’ve already gotten too involved. Xiaoyi broke up with her boyfriend this morning, did you know?” Xiaorou said with a worried look. “I’ve always believed that relationships are a private matter, so I didn’t want to interfere with your close relationship with Xiaoyi. Do you think everyone in the office is blind?”
Ignoring my shock, Xiaorou continued, “Xiaoyi has already gone all out, you’d better watch yourself!”
Seeing my shocked expression, Xiaorou sighed, “Think about it. Compared to you, Xiaoqi is much more naive, and I’ve known Xiaoqi for much longer than you and Xiaoyi. I’m probably more on Xiaoqi’s side and don’t want her to get hurt at all. But after you left work today, Xiaoyi cried her eyes out in the office. I didn’t know so much before, but now I finally understand what happened.”
"Did Xiaoyi go home after work?" I asked, worried about her.
"I don't know, I have to go now, bye-bye," Xiaorou waved and walked into the MRT station.
I stood under the 218 bus stop sign, my heart pounding. I picked up my phone and dialed Xiaoyi's number, but couldn't get through. So I called her home phone.
It rang for a long time before someone finally answered.
"Hello, I'm looking for Xiaoyi."
"She hasn't come back yet! Who is this?" It was a woman's voice; it must be Xiaoyi's sister.
"I went to your house a few days ago; I'm Xiaoyi's colleague."
"Oh, I know, Mr. Zhang. Xiaoyi hasn't come back yet. Wasn't she with you?"
"No? I wasn't with her!" I felt uneasy.
"But she called me this afternoon and said she wanted to go out with you."
"Oh, she did look for me, but I had something else to do."
"Then where did she go? She didn't go home either." Xiaoyi's sister also sensed something was wrong.
"I'll go back to the company and check; maybe she's still there," I suddenly had an idea.
"Thank you for your help. If you hear anything, please call me."
"Okay, no problem." I hung up, my mind a jumble.
I sped along the streets in the middle of the night, overtaking several intersections, ignoring red and green lights. Several taxis honked their horns at me impatiently. I raced back to the company building on Songjiang Road from Shilin.
Sure enough, I noticed the lights were on on our floor, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Sixth floor, the elevator doors are opening!" What the hell? It's the middle of the night, and they're still playing that awful computer voice. I didn't wait for the doors to fully open; I slipped out.
Our office door wasn't locked after work as usual. I opened it; I didn't need the security card. Looks like someone was there; otherwise, security would have sent someone to check. Generally, security companies have
schedules for the working hours of each office. If a door is still unlocked after a certain time, they will send someone to check to see if anyone is there or if something has happened. Since I didn't see any security personnel, it's obvious that one of our people is still here.
"Why are you still here? Do you know how worried your sister is? How worried I am?"
As soon as I entered, I saw Xiaoyi slumped on the sofa in the reception room, with several cans of beer on the small square table. She was obviously drunk.
"Are you worried about me?" Xiaoyi asked me blankly.
"Of course I am! Do you know what time it is? I have to go to work tomorrow!"
"I don't want you to worry!" Xiaoyi suddenly burst into tears. "You don't want me, and he doesn't want me either."
Seeing Xiaoyi like this, I softened and didn't want to be too harsh on her, so I poured her a glass of hot water. But Xiaoyi threw the glass away, splashing water all over my pants.
"I'm sorry, are you okay! I didn't mean to!" Xiaoyi panicked.
"It's okay, it's just water, it'll dry in a bit,"
Xiaoyi said, sitting there blankly, ignoring my attempts to comfort her. I was at a loss and could only sit with her. But it was a cold snap, and the office got chilly quickly at night. My wet pants soon became icy cold, and I shivered.
"Are you alright?" Xiaoyi noticed my discomfort and asked with concern. At this moment, her drunkenness seemed to have subsided slightly, and her mood had improved.
"I'm fine, but what's wrong? I heard from Xiaorou that you and Dewei broke up?"
"Yes, we broke up," Xiaoyi said, her calmness almost frightening.
"Weren't you doing fine?"
"We were kissing downstairs that day, and he saw us," Xiaoyi said.
"I'm so sorry… I didn't expect to be seen!" I felt terrible.
"It's alright, it's not your fault, I brought it on myself," Xiaoyi said calmly. Her words only made me feel more guilty.
"Are you cold? Sorry for getting your clothes wet. Take them off and let them dry. The air conditioning will dry them."
"It's okay," I stubbornly insisted, even though I was freezing. I didn't want to take my clothes off in front of her.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before. You're a guy, what are you afraid of? I'll help you take them off!" Xiaoyi reached out and started unbuckling my belt.
I didn't know whether I should refuse, so I let Xiaoyi pull down my pants, leaving only my boxer shorts.
Xiaoyi touched my pants.
"They're wet inside too, take them off too. It's not like I haven't seen them before," Xiaoyi actually said. I was helpless. Xiaoyi then started gently stroking my penis through my underwear. Although I felt it wasn't very appropriate
, under her touch, my penis quickly stretched my underwear high.
Xiaoyi smiled at me, bent down, and pulled down my boxer shorts. My hard penis immediately sprang to attention. Xiaoyi grasped my penis with her hand, and a warm sensation suddenly rose from below. Xiaoyi even took it into her mouth. At that moment, my desire had surpassed my reason. I only knew that I liked what she was doing, and I wanted more.
I reached out and stroked Xiaoyi's back, and through her thin clothes, I unhooked her bra.
Perhaps sensing my encouragement, Xiaoyi increased the speed at which she swallowed and sucked my penis. I gently asked her to stop and take off her clothes.
Today, Xiaoyi was wearing very ordinary office attire: a shirt, a pencil skirt, a small scarf, and flesh-colored stockings. However, her underwear was black. I wondered if even her panties were black? But it wasn't the first time I'd seen
her wear colored underwear. When I first started working, I noticed that Xiaoyi often changed her underwear styles. Through her thin shirt, I could always see the pattern of her underwear. Sometimes I couldn't help but run to the bathroom to masturbate
. I never imagined I'd have the chance to kiss Fang Ze, nor that it would turn into an office romance.
After Xiao Yi took off her shirt, she didn't take it off completely. Instead, she used her arms to hold her bra, which I had unbuttoned and was about to fall down, and continued to use her mouth on me. I reached for her breasts, wantonly kneading her nipples. I could hear Xiao Yi slowly
beginning to moan indistinctly.
By this time, my penis was already hard and purplish-red, and Xiao Yi's mouth was clearly sore. I made her get up and lie face down on the sofa with her back to me. I pulled up her narrow skirt, and sure enough, under her stockings, there was a small black
thong, apparently part of the set with her bra.
I reached down and pulled the stockings down, looking at Xiao Yi's round buttocks facing me from behind. The thong tightly covered her vulva, with many pubic hairs peeking out from the sides, leaving a small slit.
Then I hugged Xiao Yi from behind, easily grabbing her breasts with both hands and kneading them incessantly. My penis, through her panties, pressed forcefully against her mons pubis.
"Ah...I want...mmm~~~" Xiaoyi had obviously been thinking about it for a long time, and I had aroused her.
"What do you want? Say it." At this moment, I had forgotten the constraints of the world and only wanted to vent my frustration.
"I want you to fuck me!" Xiaoyi actually said this without hesitation.
I couldn't control my impulse. I used my right hand to pull down her panties, held my penis, and thrust it in. Xiaoyi was already soaking wet, and I inserted it smoothly without the previous tightness. It quickly went all the way in, and then I started thrusting in and out.
"Ah~~ So good... Don't stop... I want more..." Xiaoyi's voice echoed in the midnight office.
"Oh... So deep... You're so good... Fuck me." Maybe it was because of the drinks tonight, but Xiaoyi was very uninhibited. She kept shaking her buttocks, responding to my movements.
Soon, the speed of my thrusts resonated with the shaking of Xiaoyi's buttocks. With each thrust, my testicles hit Xiaoyi's white buttocks, making a crisp sound.
The entire meeting room was filled with the splashing sounds. I could almost feel my penis hitting Xiaoyi's cervix every time, and from above, I could clearly see my penis inside.
Soon, my penis was covered in white, foamy vaginal fluid. The originally clear love juice, after my rapid thrusting, turned white, like whipped egg whites, and the air was filled with the scent of Xiaoyi's vaginal fluid.
"Ah~~~~ I can't take it anymore, no more... Waaah~~~" Xiaoyi seemed to be close to orgasm.
I didn't hold back and sped up my pace, fucking Xiaoyi even harder.
Strangely, I didn't feel like ejaculating at all, and even felt my lower body slowly separating.
After a moment of tension, Xiaoyi slowly relaxed. I knew she was still in the afterglow of her orgasm, so I didn't pull my penis out. I just held her, and we leaned against the sofa. I could feel our sweat on the leather sofa, and of course, a lot of Xiaoyi's love juice.
"Was it good?" I asked.
"Yes, it was good. You didn't come, right?" Xiaoyi turned her head slightly and asked me.
"It's okay, as long as you're comfortable."
"Kiss me!" Xiaoyi pleaded.
I gently touched her lips. At that moment, I felt so cold. Xiaoyi must have sensed it too, because she didn't say anything, and the two of them just nestled together quietly.
After a while, my penis softened and slowly slid out of Xiaoyi's vagina.
"Go back! Your sister is very worried about you," I said, picking up Xiaoyi's underwear and handing it to her.
"Okay."
At three in the morning, I took Xiaoyi back to her house. Her sister was indeed too worried to sleep.
"Let's talk about it after we get a good night's sleep tomorrow! It's good that she's safe and sound," I said to her sister.
"I'm sorry to have made you bring Xiaoyi back so late."
"It's nothing, it's my duty, I'll go back now!" I got on my bike. It was almost four o'clock when I got home.
In my drowsy state, I thought I heard someone knocking on my door, and I struggled to get up.
It was almost four o'clock when I got home in the early morning, and I forced myself to take a shower. By the time I lay down on the bed, it was almost five o'clock. My work started at nine, so I only had four hours to sleep. I finally managed to open my
eyes, found my phone, and immediately woke up. It was already 10:30. It turned out my dad had been knocking on my door; he wanted to ask why I wasn't at work.
Still exhausted from last night, I hurriedly dressed and left, not even bothering to tie my tie. I grabbed my briefcase, stuffed the tie in my pocket, and hailed a taxi to the office. The taxi driver was acting strange
, glancing at me several times in the rearview mirror.
"Young man, late for work? Where did you go having fun yesterday?"
"Nothing, just went to bed too late."
"You young people these days, you don't get enough sleep!" The driver looked to be in his fifties, with a condescending air.
"I was just too busy." I really didn't want to take him; I just wanted to sleep.
"I'm just reminding you not to overwork yourself," the driver chuckled.
"No, I won't," I replied, too lazy to talk to him
anymore. "Do you want to go back?" the driver suddenly asked, a very strange question.
"Why?" I was puzzled; I was already late.
"You're going to wear slippers to work? Your company is pretty open-minded," the driver couldn't help but laugh.
"…………"
Sigh, when you're in a rush, everything falls apart. I had no choice but to call the office and ask for half a day of sick leave. Xiao Rou was still trying to find out what was wrong on the phone, because Xiao Yi had also just taken half a day of sick leave. After getting
ready at home and having lunch, I rode my bike to work again. It felt like back in college, staying up all night playing StarCraft and then skipping class to sleep in the next morning.
When I got to the office, I ran into Xiao Yi. She just nodded slightly and walked past me without chatting as usual. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I didn't know
what to say to her. Friday afternoons are usually the most relaxed and enjoyable time for office workers, but with the election tomorrow, even in a predominantly female office, their conversations revolved around Ma Ying-jeou, and occasionally they'd talk about
Hsieh Chang-ting's strange 4.5 million NTD check.
I have absolutely no interest in politics; I just listen to what others say.
"Guojie, you haven't forgotten tonight's performance, have you?" Wenwen walked over to me, handed me a to-do list, and asked me a few questions.
"Huh? What performance?" "
The Cloud Gate performance. Xiaorou and I just asked you the day before yesterday, and you said you were free."
"Oh... I remember, um, I'm free." I remembered that I was indeed going to see that performance tonight.
"By the way, I heard you know Weihao's sister?" Wenwen asked again. I saw Xiaoyi across from me look up at me. And Xiaorou in the distance also looked over.
I was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly realized that they were teaming up to make me give an answer, but I remembered what happened last night. Even though there was that intimacy, I knew that deep down, I didn't love Xiaoyi. I was just acting.
"Yeah, I know her. Why?" I could only answer evasively.
Xiao Rou's expression was very serious; she was probably waiting to see my answer to decide her attitude towards me. Wen Wen, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the chaos. She had a good personality, but was rather careless. Several good
clients initially liked her, but ultimately all their efforts were in vain because she showed no interest. Xiao Yi's gaze chilled me to the bone. I suddenly felt like the Indonesian government, facing Taiwan's cooling-off policy,
mainland China's political concerns, the US-Taiwan Strait communiqué, and of course, its own internal mess—it was utter chaos.
Thank God I was given a strict, clueless senior colleague as a boss.
"Wen Wen, what about the financial statement I gave you this morning? Is it ready? Have Xiao Rou help you with it. Guo Jie, go to the Veterans Affairs Council again; there's an attachment that needs to be submitted before the end of the day. Xiao Yi, have you finished renewing the periodic contracts with the overseas clients? It's almost the end of the year!"
The office suddenly became busy again. I breathed a sigh of relief and left the office as if I were escaping. Before leaving work, I received a call from Xiaoqi.
"Hello! It's me." Xiaoqi seemed a little angry.
"Hmm? What's wrong? I'm still busy outside. Did you get scolded when you went home yesterday?" I was worried that she would be scolded by her brother and parents.
"No, my brother protects me. But you didn't even call me when you got home! I thought you hadn't come home yet." "Oh, I wanted to say it was late and I was afraid of disturbing you."
"You should call next time! I won't disturb you then, you go ahead and do your work, bye-bye." Xiaoqi was very considerate.
"Okay, bye-bye."
That night, Cloud Gate's performance was packed, but... for a scoundrel like me with absolutely no cultural refinement, going to see it was a waste of resources. All night, although I had the program in my hand and clapped along with everyone else, I didn't understand it! Seriously, don't call me stupid.
Finally, it was almost ten o'clock, and the performance finally ended. I thought if Lin Hwai-min knew that there was an audience member like me, he would probably want to give me a flying kick!
"Guojie, are you alright? You don't look too well," Wenwen asked me from outside the venue.
"No, I just went to bed too late last night."
After the performance, Weihao came to pick up Xiaorou. We greeted each other.
"Hi, hello there," Weihao said with his usual relaxed smile. "My sister asked me to give you something."
Weihao took out a bulging plastic bag that looked like clothes. I took it, opened it, and found a dark green woolen scarf. There was also a small card inside.
"A love letter! And a scarf, hand-crocheted!" Wenwen exclaimed excitedly from the side. I was extremely embarrassed.
"Xiaorou and I will go first then," Weihao said without saying much, and he and Xiaorou left first.
"We should go home too," Wenwen said. "Let's go get the car together."
"Okay."
At the parking space on the side of the road, Wenwen tried for a long time but couldn't start her car.
"Oh no, my old car is broken!" Wenwen said anxiously.
"So how are you going to get back? Are there still buses near your place?" I only knew that Wenwen lived quite far in Banqiao, and it seemed like there weren't any buses after 10:30. "Should I give you a ride back?"
"No need!" Wenwen politely declined. "I'll just take a taxi."
"It's so late, isn't it dangerous for a girl like you to take a taxi alone?" I seemed to be too concerned.
"But I can't help it, I feel bad letting you take me," Wenwen said.
"And you have to go back to Shilin, wouldn't that be even more troublesome?"
"It's okay, it's a holiday tomorrow anyway!" I said
. Wenwen thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay, then thank you."
After getting on my motorcycle, Wenwen naturally put her hand on my waist. On the way, I braked suddenly to stop at a red light, and Wenwen probably lost her grip and fell onto my back. I could feel her soft breasts.
"Sorry, I was riding too fast, are you okay?" Her voice was a little unclear through the helmet.
"What did you say?" Wenwen leaned closer to me and leaned forward.
My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but grab Wenwen's hand. Startled, she pulled her hand away. Unwilling to give up, I pulled her hand back again. This time, she didn't pull away; instead, she held me tightly for the rest of the way.
We passed the old Banqiao train station, and after a few intersections, we arrived at Wenwen's house. She quietly took off her helmet and gave it to me. Without a word, we stood there looking at each other.
I took her hand, but Wenwen remained silent. Her fingers were slender and long. I knew she played guitar and piano; she was a musical prodigy. I had also heard Xiaorou talk about the glory days of her band, which, although
now disbanded, was still remembered by many. She had a boyish personality and was easy to get along with.
But now, in my eyes, she was simply a woman.
"Do you want to come up?" Wenwen asked me.
"Wouldn't that be inconvenient? Won't it disturb your family?" It was so late; it wasn't good to bother them.
"It's okay, I live alone," Wenwen said.
I looked up at the five-story apartment building, which was at least 20 square meters, and wondered a little. Didn't she live at home? " Why are you saying you live alone again?
" I asked, curious. "Where are your family?"
"They don't live here. My family has another house," Wenwen answered my question. "Come on up,"
Wenwen said, taking my hand.
"Wait a minute, I need to lock the motorcycle."
I followed Wenwen up the narrow stairs of the old apartment building. Looking up, I could see the curve of Wenwen's buttocks in her white jeans, and I could vaguely see the outline of her underwear. Wenwen lived on the fourth floor. Her family lived in a building not far away, a new house they had bought a few years ago. They originally wanted to rent out the old house, but because of the bad economy, no one wanted to buy it, so it was vacant. Wenwen simply told her family and moved in by herself.
"Have a seat. Do you want any drinks?" Wenwen asked me loudly from the kitchen.
"No need to trouble yourself! Really! I'll go back in a bit." I was tired after two days and wanted to go home.
"Wait a minute,"
Wenwen said, bringing out two glasses of juice. The house looked quite old; the wallpaper was damp. The living room simply contained four rattan chairs, a low table, a tea table, and a 21-inch TV. A pile of expired newspapers was haphazardly stacked in the corner by the door.
"Sorry, I live alone, so I don't really tidy up," Wenwen told me.
"Oh, no, my room is even messier."
"You live alone all the time?"
"Yes! What else?"
"No, I think it's great to live in such a big house by myself."
"That's true, it's just sometimes a bit boring." Wenwen brushed her hair aside.
"..."
For a moment, I didn't know what to say. We just sat facing each other, our thoughts probably swirling. I wondered if my actions had displeased Wenwen, but I couldn't tell what she was thinking.
"Would you like to see my room?" Wenwen asked.
"Oh? Visit a girl's room? Hehe! Sure, that's rare," I laughed.
“My room is piled high with stuff too!”
I followed Wenwen to “her room,” which was probably the original master bedroom. It was quite large, but as Wenwen said, it was indeed cluttered with a lot of things, mostly books—all sorts of books. I noticed that many of the books were about electronics, electromagnetism, calculus, and the like. They probably didn’t belong to Wenwen; I guessed they were her family’s books—her brother’s or something.
“Are these your brother’s? Or yours?”
“I don’t have a brother,” Wenwen said, a hint of sadness flashing across her face.
“Or does someone in your family study electronics?”
“No one in my family studies electronics,” Wenwen’s face darkened, and I panicked a little!
“Then… these books…?”
“My fiancé’s,” Wenwen suddenly dropped a bombshell on me.
“Ah! Ah! You have a fiancé?” I knew Wenwen was a year older than me, a sixth-grade girl nearing 30, getting married was perfectly normal, but how come I’d never heard of this before? I always thought she didn’t have a boyfriend because she was oblivious, but it turns out she had a fiancé, but why had I never heard her mention it? And no one in the office had mentioned it either, everyone just told me she didn’t have a boyfriend!
“Then, isn’t it inappropriate for me to come here so late? He’ll be angry, won’t he?”
I had just held his hand, if he found out, my head would probably be split in two!
“We’ve already terminated the contract,” Wenwen laughed when she saw my grieving look.
“Oh, why?” I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was also curious, why terminate the contract when we were about to get married? Then why are these things still here?
“More than half a year ago, he died in a car accident,” Wenwen said slowly, as if she didn’t care.
"...I'm sorry...I didn't know..." I was truly sorry for bringing up her painful past. I remembered when I first joined the company six months ago, Wenwen's desk was empty, with a "On Leave" sign hanging on it. At that time, I was still unfamiliar with my colleagues. It wasn't until more than two weeks after I started working that she returned to the office.
"It's okay, it's all in the past now," Wenwen gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Just now, when we were riding our bikes, you gave me a ride and held my hand, so I remembered that it used to be like that too."
"Oh," I could only respond with a simple "Oh," I really didn't know what else to say.
"Originally, the other side was supposed to be our new house, but I would cry every time I went there," Wenwen continued, "so I had to stay here, and my family moved over."
Looking at Wenwen, who was usually so bold and like an older sister, I couldn't believe she had gone through such pain. I could only sigh at the impermanence of life. I also thought of a very close high school classmate who had passed away at a very young age, just like that.
Wenwen and I sat on the edge of the bed, a little distance apart. I felt I should do something, so I pulled her closer. Wenwen looked at me with a strange expression. I didn't say anything, just let her lie on my lap, gently took her
hand in mine, and then bent down, hugging her with my arms.
She rested her head on my hand, closed her eyes, and didn't say a word.
Slowly, I slipped my hand inside her clothes, caressing Wenwen's body. Her
good exercise habits made Wenwen's body quite strong, and she had the charm of a mature woman. I tentatively touched her breasts through her bra. She didn't react at all. Seeing that she didn't respond, I knew she had tacitly approved of my actions so far, so I became bolder, reaching inside her bra to find the peaks of her breasts. They felt larger than Xiaoyi's and Xiaoqi's. I pinched her nipples between my middle and index fingers, slowly rubbing them, and soon I could feel them harden.
Perhaps because it was the first time I'd been with a woman older than me like this, I hesitated a bit. I simply caressed her breasts repeatedly with one hand. Wenwen's breasts were the largest, I guessed they were at least a D-cup, and not as soft, but they still gave me a lot of stimulation.
We remained silent in this ambiguous position for a long time. Although I had desire, it wasn't very strong. Two forces were intertwined within me. On one hand, I really wanted to have sex, but on the other hand, I felt it was despicable to exploit her loneliness to achieve this goal.
However, isn't the biggest reason why men and women get together mostly because of loneliness?
After a few minutes, perhaps because she was still uncomfortable lying on my lap, Wenwen sat up and stared at me.
"You're so bad. You had Xiaoyi, then you hooked up with Wenqi, and now you want to see me!" As usual, Wenwen spoke directly, just like she always did in the office.
"You're so quiet in the office, I didn't expect you to be so bad after work!"
"It was just the situation," I offered an explanation.
"So, what do you think I should do in this situation?" Wenwen asked me.
Without thinking, I said, "Because it's a bad thing, you should slap me and tell me to get out."
Although I certainly didn't want her to do that, I also knew very well that I was playing with fire, and I was the one who got burned. I already felt guilty for causing Xiaoyi's breakup, and I had no intention of stopping
. It was even more unexpected for Xiaoqi. Xiaoqi had really occupied an important place in my heart. I really liked that kind of cute and innocent girl; it felt like a dream.
And Wenwen? Besides our simple colleague relationship, we weren't that close. Today, I only drove her home out of kindness to a friend.
Yes, it was the situation that led to it, like many one-night stands. It wasn't something I deliberately pursued, but the atmosphere, the temperature, the scent—it gave two lonely people a physical intimacy. It provided an
excuse to relieve stress. Looking into Wenwen's eyes, I suddenly felt much more relaxed. A bitter smile unconsciously appeared on my lips. I was waiting for her next reaction.
"Let me walk you downstairs!" Wenwen adjusted her bra.
I remember once curiously asking a female friend, "How do girls wear bras? Doesn't it feel unnatural?" Her answer was brilliant. She said, "If you've worn them since you were little, it's as natural as using sanitary napkins. As for how to
wear them, you just grab your breasts and put them inside." Her description, though crude to me, was undeniably true. Wenwen had just done just that, grasping her breasts and putting them inside her bra.
"I don't want to slap you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to do anything bad," Wenwen stood up and walked to the door.
"Hmm," I couldn't say anything since the host had already given the order to leave. I went to the living room too.
We stood quietly inside the door. I opened the wooden door, somewhat reluctant to leave. I felt that sense of defeat, like being rejected after trying to seduce someone, even though I knew it was wrong.
"What did you say when your boyfriend said goodbye?" I asked persistently.
I was really mean, deliberately bringing up someone's painful past, grabbing at their wounds. But I have my own anguish. Now, I'm using the half-baked psychology I learned before on Wenwen. As I expected
, this is a fatal blow to anyone. Recalling the most painful things, few people can truly withstand it. I was born with this method, and I can ignore
the guilt brought about by the moral values instilled in me by society from childhood. Is that why I was able to do it with Xiaoyi again?
Wenwen suddenly took two steps back, looking at me with a pale face. Seeing her like that, I felt bad too. Even if I was the one who started it, I clearly understand that Wenwen has only carefully hidden this wound; it
has never truly healed.
I want to replace her former fiancé this night. And I'm confident I will succeed, even if it's through such despicable means.
"Kiss me." Wenwen stood in the same spot and closed her eyes.
I stepped forward, about to taste her lips, when suddenly Wenwen opened her eyes and slapped me hard across the face. The crisp sound of the slap was accompanied by a burning sensation on my cheek. Her face was streaked with tears, and she was trembling with anger,
but this actually eased my guilt considerably. I was even glad she hit me. It made me stop being so obsessed. But things are always unpredictable.
"I'm sorry," I apologized again, turned around, opened the iron gate, and stepped out.
A pair of hands hugged me from behind.
"You're so mean, you think you can just leave after saying sorry?" Wenwen choked out.
"You apologized more to him than he did last night." I knew that "he" Wenwen was referring to her ex-boyfriend.
I turned around, and Wenwen was rubbing her eyes hard, her eyes already red from crying.
"I'm sorry!" I couldn't think of any other words.
"Kiss me." This time Wenwen didn't close her eyes. Was she testing my courage? Or my resolve? Her tears continued to fall.
But that slap just now had probably woken me up halfway. I didn't want to apologize to anyone anymore. I took a step back and turned to go downstairs. When I reached the first floor, I could still hear Wenwen's faint voice.
"Come back..."
The next day, it was time to vote. I slept until 2 PM, and my phone was dead.
I changed the battery.
There were 22 missed calls on my phone, 20 of which were from Wenwen in the middle of the night. One was from Xiaoyi, and one was from Xiaoqi. I thought for a moment and called Xiaoqi back.
"Hello!" Hearing Xiaoqi's voice made me feel much better. "How are you today?"
"Great! I missed you so much today, did you miss me?" Xiaoqi responded enthusiastically.
"Yes! Of course I missed you!"
"By the way, Jie Jie, my brother doesn't object to us being together!"
"Really? Isn't that great?" I was glad Wei Hao didn't object. After all, without family blessings, love would be very difficult.
I chatted with Xiaoqi for a bit more. Then I hung up.
After thinking for a moment, I picked up the blue voting notice, left my phone at home, and walked to the nearby elementary school to vote. After voting, I felt restless and didn't want to go home, so I took a bus to Tamsui to get some fresh air.
"Hello everyone, these are today's voting results..."
As I expected, none of my choices were successful. I spent the whole time ordering snacks at a small eatery in Tamsui, discussing the election with the owner. By the time I got home, it was almost midnight.
"Where did you go? Your colleagues are going crazy looking for you!" My dad and mom went hiking early that morning, and they hadn't returned when I left.
"Huh? What do they want?" Could it be Wenwen looking for me? She just disappeared yesterday and called me so many times.
"She left her phone number, asking you to call back as soon as you get back. She said it's very urgent, and she even gave me a name, something like Yi.
" "Oh?" Strange, it's Xiaoyi looking for me. What's wrong?
"Hello..." I called Xiaoyi.
The following week, I quit my job.
Xiaoqi and I only lasted until her junior year of college. She never said she loved me again.
Xiaoyi is still single and we remain just friends.
Rouhe and Weihao are finally getting married next May.
Wenwen, after not being able to find me all night, left a letter, overflowing with longing for her fiancé.
"Jie, don't say sorry to me. I really hate it when people say 'sorry' to me like that,"
were the last words she left for me in the letter.
Six months ago, when Wenwen rushed to Mackay Memorial Hospital, her fiancé only said "sorry" to her. =
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