The burning desire in the office

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A major uproar ended peacefully with Zhang Jie and Hua Jingyu's wedding. After the marriage, they were incredibly happy and devoted to their lovemaking. Zhang Jie's face was always radiant with happiness and sweetness, as she frequently blushed for no apparent reason after getting married, and she was most beautiful when she blushed.
Soon after the wedding, Zhang Jie gave birth to a daughter, Hua Juan. Their lives were further enhanced by their daughter's adorable nature, adding joy to their already happy home. Hua Jingyu and Zhang Jie adored Hua Juan; they both wanted to hold her. Except when Zhang Jie was breastfeeding Hua Juan, Hua Jingyu almost always held her, which displeased Zhang Jie. Sometimes, when Zhang Jie wanted to hold Hua Juan and show her some affection, Hua Jingyu wouldn't allow it. So they played children's games, using paper, scissors, and dumplings to decide who got to hold Hua Juan for ten minutes, then they would compete again. Hua Juan thrived under the loving care of her parents.
If their life had remained in this state, they would surely have been happy and fulfilled. However, just as they were enjoying their loving and sweet relationship, an unexpected accident robbed this family of their happiness. Hua Jingyu died in a mine accident. Zhang Jie was only twenty-six years old, the most radiant age for a woman, and their daughter, Hua Juan, was only two years old when she lost her father. The tragedy of a family without its head of household is unimaginable. Hua Jingyu
's death devastated Zhang Jie. That day, Zhang Jie didn't want Hua Jingyu to go to work. Hua Jingyu was working the night shift; coal miners worked three shifts: midnight, day shift, and 4 AM. That day, Hua Jingyu was on the midnight shift, which started at 11 PM. That night, Hua Jingyu and Zhang Jie had been making love intensely, and he became somewhat tired. Suddenly, he fell asleep.
Hua Jingyu woke up, turned on the light, and glanced at the quartz clock on the wall—it was almost eleven. He sat up abruptly, and Zhang Jie, still half asleep, hugged him, murmuring, "What are you doing? Lie down."
"Don't be silly, I have to go to work,"
Hua Jingyu said, trying to pry her arm away. "No. I won't let you go to work."
"I can't lie down. How will I earn money if I don't work?"
Hua Jingyu tried to get rid of her, but she wouldn't let go.
Hua Jingyu wanted to force himself on her, but looking at her flushed cheeks, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was sweating profusely, the clock ticking away, and Hua Jingyu's heart was burning with anxiety.
"I'm not going to work today,"
Zhang Jie said, embracing Hua Jingyu. Hua Jingyu leaned back. "I still want to,"
Hua Jingyu said, his mind in turmoil, like an ant on a hot pan. He said, "You can't not go, you'll be fined."
"I won't go even if I'm fined,"
Zhang Jie said stubbornly. Then she brought her plump red lips closer. Although Hua Jingyu loved Zhang Jie very much and didn't want to go to work, he felt uneasy because work was a constant distraction. This made him absent-minded towards Zhang Jie, which angered her.
"Go to your lousy job. Don't look for me again."
Zhang Jie turned away. Hua Jingyu's heart, which had been wavering, hardened again the moment Zhang Jie turned her back in a huff. He put on his clothes and prepared to go to work.
It was such a coincidence that if Zhang Jie had persisted a little longer, if she hadn't been so stubborn, Hua Jingyu might have actually stayed. But Zhang Jie, at the crucial moment, gave up her affections, leading to a lifelong regret.
Hua Jingyu never returned after leaving, and never would again, leaving Zhang Jie filled with endless remorse. She had repeatedly muttered to herself, "If only I hadn't let Hua Jingyu go to work! But I gave up at the crucial moment. It must be fate, some kind of unseen sign. Otherwise, why was she so clingy to him that day? Why wasn't she like that usually?" Perhaps heaven was foreshadowing something, but she still couldn't keep Hua Jingyu.
Zhang Jie was filled with regret, but life had to go on, because she had a daughter, Hua Juan. She had to raise her daughter no matter what.
And so, this beautiful woman, Zhang Jie, became a widow. This saddened Zhang Jie greatly. Her once smiling face suddenly vanished, replaced by sorrow and loneliness.
The rosy glow of happiness disappeared, replaced by a dark cloud. Zhang Jie truly felt the hardship and desolation of being without a husband.
From then on, Zhang Jie lost interest in life, living each day as if it were an eternity, raising her daughter, Hua Juan. Hua Juan was clever and beautiful, loved by everyone since childhood, which was Zhang Jie's greatest comfort.
Hua Juan grew up gradually under Zhang Jie's care. She went to school and could take care of herself independently, which relieved Zhang Jie's worries.
Zhang Jie also entered the golden age of womanhood. People privately called it the "tiger and wolf age." Zhang Jie's long-dormant heart sometimes stirred. She also began to think about men, wanting a man to love her, to need her. She was a woman too, and how much women need a man's warmth when they are vulnerable. Whenever she thought of her brief and poignant love affair with Hua Jingyu, a different kind of feeling welled up in her heart, and all sorts of old memories came flooding back. That kind of heart-warming love was like aged wine, giving her endless enjoyment.
"Zhang Jie, what are you daydreaming about?"
Dr. Lin patted her shoulder.
Zhang Jie was immersed in complex memories and was startled by Dr. Lin's pat, her whole body trembling. Her face turned pale. Dr. Lin had come to her office at some point.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Dr. Lin asked with concern. "You don't look well,"
Zhang Jie forced an awkward smile. "It's nothing. Thank you for your concern. Dr. Lin, is there something you need?"
Zhang Jie was a nurse who often assisted Dr. Lin during surgeries, meaning she helped him. They were in frequent contact due to their work.
Dr. Lin was a top surgeon, always the lead surgeon for complex procedures, and Zhang Jie was always there for him, so they were very comfortable with each other, even closer than with other colleagues.
"I have a surgery tonight. Don't go home after work; I'll treat you to dinner,"
Dr. Lin said. "You look very tired lately. You need to take care of your health and mental well-being. It's very important for your work."
"Thank you, Dr. Lin,"
Zhang Jie smiled, but the smile seemed forced.
After work, Dr. Lin and Zhang Jie sat down at a restaurant.
"Zhang Jie, have you been preoccupied lately?"
Dr. Lin asked with concern. "You should relax and move on from the past,"
Dr. Lin said cryptically.
Zhang Jie picked up her glass. Dr. Lin's words warmed her heart, and she wanted to thank him. "Brother Lin, let me toast you. Thank you for your meticulous care."
This was the first time Dr. Lin had heard Zhang Jie call him "Brother" in all their years together; it sounded very warm and familiar, unlike their usual formal titles.
Dr. Lin was a middle-aged man with a wife and three children. He was an outstanding doctor at the hospital. Patients who underwent his surgery recovered very well.
Even the hospital director treated him with deference.
"Zhang Jie, although losing your husband is tragic, you must get over it quickly. You have a long road ahead of you, and you can't go to work with such a heavy heart."
"I understand, Brother Lin."
Zhang Jie asked again, "May I call you Brother Lin?"
"Of course."
Dr. Lin took out a cigarette, lit it, and leisurely exhaled smoke. "In the second half of the year, you might go for further training. When you return, you'll be a doctor too."
"Really?"
Zhang Jie's eyes lit up. For nurses, becoming a doctor is their greatest dream. "Who told you that?"
Zhang Jie was clearly excited.
"I suggested it to the hospital director."
Dr. Lin raised his glass. "Congratulations."
Zhang Jie also raised her glass and clinked glasses with Dr. Lin. "I will cherish this hard-won opportunity for further training, and I also want to thank you, Brother Lin, for your efforts."
"Zhang Jie, don't keep saying thank you. If you keep being so polite, I won't help you anymore,"
Dr. Lin said, feigning anger.
"Then how can I express my gratitude?"
Zhang Jie asked seriously.
"I'll remember it,"
Dr. Lin said.
"Drink less; there's surgery tonight,"
Zhang Jie reminded him.
Actually, they were drinking wine, which had little alcohol content. Moreover, Dr. Lin usually didn't drink, but how could he not drink when he invited Zhang Jie today? So he drank a little symbolically. Unexpectedly, he got addicted to the wine, and if Zhang Jie hadn't reminded him, he would have almost messed up something important.
"How did I become such a drunkard without even realizing it?"
Dr. Lin said self-deprecatingly.
"Exactly. You used to never drink, what's wrong with you today? You're drinking non-stop,"
Zhang Jie said.
"That's all because of you,"
Dr. Lin took a drag of his cigarette, "If I don't drink when I'm treating, how can the guests drink? Besides, what host doesn't drink when they're treating?"
Dr. Lin was a little excited, glancing sideways at Zhang Jie, whose cheeks were flushed from the alcohol. Her eyes were hazy. She was
brimming with spring fever, a charm she hadn't shown since her husband's death. Dr. Lin stared intently at Zhang Jie; she seemed even more beautiful than before. Dr. Lin was somewhat out of control.
Zhang Jie wore a light red dress, her skin was fair, and her curves were alluring. A snow-white, plump thigh peeked out from under the hem of her dress, captivating Dr. Lin.
"Zhang Jie, you're so beautiful,"
Dr. Lin said.
Zhang Jie's face flushed instantly. "You flatter me."
"No, I mean it sincerely, you're so beautiful,"
Dr. Lin exclaimed.
At the same time, a fragrance wafted into Dr. Lin's nostrils, making him lose his composure.
The surgery that evening went smoothly. Zhang Jie assisted Dr. Lin throughout. Although Dr. Lin was exhausted after the surgery, he didn't rush home to rest but stayed to wait for Zhang Jie. He instructed that after cleaning up the operating room, Zhang Jie should come to his office. He needed to speak with her.
"Is there anything else you need, Brother Lin?"
Zhang Jie changed her clothes, once again wearing that water-red dress, radiant and dazzling. Like a blooming flower, infinitely beautiful.
Dr. Lin went to greet her, and an intoxicating fragrance made him lose himself. He impulsively embraced Zhang Jie, the unique feminine scent emanating from her filling the air, making Dr. Lin's heart race wildly. He frantically groped her body, like a naive young man blindly searching for something. Unable to get the hang of it.
Zhang Jie hadn't expected Dr. Lin to act this way, and she panicked even more, unsure of what to do. But instinctively, she struggled, trying to stop him.
Dr. Lin's mouth roamed over her fragrant body, searching for a place to settle, finally landing on her high, firm breasts. He used his mouth to unzip her skirt, revealing a pair of full breasts covered by a green bra, incredibly sexy, a sight that ignited Dr. Lin's passion.
"Brother Lin, you're crazy,"
Zhang Jie said in a panic.
"Crazy, I'm going crazy for you."
Dr. Lin, with the green bra in his mouth, let the milky scent fill his nostrils, intoxicating and captivating him.
Zhang Jie twisted her body, trying to stop him.
Dr. Lin's mouth became his weapon for invading her territory, advancing rapidly.
The green lace bra was finally peeled off by Dr. Lin's mouth, revealing a pair of snow-white, full breasts. In all his years as a doctor, he had never seen such beautiful and sexy breasts. He couldn't help but caress them, frantically kissing Zhang Jie and lovingly stroking her breasts.
Zhang Jie hadn't experienced sex in a long time. Dr. Lin's sudden attack caught her off guard, and her initially stiff body slowly softened.
Zhang Jie began to return Dr. Lin's kisses, which emboldened him, and he became even more unrestrained. His mouth roamed down her body, conquering every obstacle.
Zhang Jie slowly opened her body, welcoming the man she had long admired. Dr. Lin was intoxicated by her alluring body.
Zhang Jie's skin was delicate and fair, the kind of naturally smooth and tender skin. As white as milk, Dr. Lin was completely captivated by her smooth, creamy skin.
Just as they were getting too intimate, the door suddenly burst open.
"Doctor, what are you doing..."
Dr. Lin and Zhang Jie were making out when the door suddenly opened. Startled, they realized they'd forgotten to close it in their passion. They hurriedly separated, breaking out in a cold sweat as they looked at the person who had entered.

Chapter 15 Adultery
Dr. Lin and Zhang Jie were in the middle of a passionate kiss when a patient's family member barged in. The patient had had a relapse, and the man had come to find the doctor on duty. Seeing the light on in Dr. Lin's office and the sign that read "Doctor's Office," he had barged in.
Unexpectedly, he witnessed something he shouldn't have. This made them both very embarrassed.
"I didn't see anything,"
the stranger said, his face flushed, and ran out, as if he had done something shameful and was ashamed to face anyone.
This unexpected incident terrified Dr. Lin and Zhang Jie. Thankfully, they hadn't been caught by anyone in the hospital; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Dr. Lin and Zhang Jie restrained themselves, listening quietly to see if the patient's family member would report them. It was during the Cultural Revolution, and if word got out about Dr. Lin and Zhang Jie's affair, it would be disastrous.
They lived cautiously, day after day, in constant fear. No news of their affair allowed their anxiety to subside. During this time, Dr. Lin frequently visited the patient who had witnessed their encounter, showing concern for the patient and his family, making the man who had seen him deeply grateful.
Only after the patient was discharged did Dr. Lin and Zhang Jie feel at ease.
"These past few days have been terrifying,"
Zhang Jie said as she entered Dr. Lin's office, drinking water. "That guy is finally discharged, and I can finally relax."
Since their previous intimate encounter, Zhang Jie had become even closer to Dr. Lin, even though they hadn't slept together.
Dr. Lin hugged Zhang Jie, about to kiss her, when Zhang Jie hurriedly pushed him away. "No, we can't do this. If others find out, we'll be drowned in gossip."
"But I miss you so much, what should I do?"

"I'll talk to you when you find a safe place," 　　Dr. Lin said anxiously. "Let's talk about it when you find a safe place,"
Zhang Jie said, her face flushed.
Dr. Lin lit a cigarette and said thoughtfully, "How about we go to your house?"
"No,"
Zhang Jie said decisively, "I have a daughter, this wouldn't be good for her."
"No this, no that,"
Dr. Lin said, somewhat annoyed, "What am I supposed to do?"
Zhang Jie also fell silent; she couldn't think of any good solutions.
Near Zhang Jie's house was an abandoned air-raid shelter. Although she passed by it every day after work, she had never paid attention to it, completely ignoring its existence.
Finally, one day, Zhang Jie saw several children going in and out of the air-raid shelter. This discovery overjoyed her. The next day, she told Dr. Lin about her discovery.
Dr. Lin sipped his tea, pondering carefully. Unlike Zhang Jie, he didn't react immediately. Instead, he thought deeply. "Children are going into an air-raid shelter?"
"Yes,"
Zhang Jie nodded.
Dr. Lin exhaled smoke rings. With a furrowed brow, 　　Dr. Lin asked , "Are these kids reliable?"
"What do you mean?" Zhang Jie asked, puzzled. 　　"I mean, what if we go into the air-raid shelter and these kids see us?" 　　Dr. Lin said. 　　Zhang Jie hadn't considered this question. She was simply lost in her new discovery. 　　"This…" 　　Zhang Jie stammered. 　　"I'll go check after work," 　　Dr. Lin said. "Zhang Jie, did you miss me?" 　　"Go away. Don't be silly," 　　Zhang Jie said coquettishly. 　　"After work, I'll walk ahead, and you stay far away from me." 　　Dr. Lin was meticulously planning their secret tryst. "If I go into the air-raid shelter, you go in a while later. Remember to check your surroundings before you go in. Don't let your guard down; you must observe carefully. This isn't a joke." 　　Zhang Jie nodded repeatedly. If they waited until after work, perhaps nothing would happen, but ever since Zhang Jie told Dr. Lin about the secret entrance, he had become restless. He was already distracted and his mind was elsewhere. He desperately wanted Zhang Jie's alluring and sexy body. 　　He couldn't sit still for a moment, pacing back and forth, thinking about the wonderful moments he would spend with her. 　　He picked up the phone and called Zhang Jie. 　　"Zhang Jie, how about we go to the air-raid shelter during our lunch break? I miss you so much right now, I can't wait to be with you," 　　Dr. Lin said. 　　Zhang Jie's face flushed, her eyes glazed over as she looked at Dr. Lin, and she said emotionally, "I miss you too." 　　"You go into the air-raid shelter first. You wait for me there, and I'll come over shortly after to meet you. What do you think?" 　　Dr. Lin suggested. 　　"Whatever you say," 　　Zhang Jie said. 　　"Okay then, let's go to the cafeteria for lunch first. After we eat, you walk ahead, and I'll follow behind," 　　Dr. Lin said. 　　The afternoon sun was scorching hot. Zhang Jie walked down the street, the heatwave rolling in; summer afternoons were always so sweltering. The streets were sparsely populated; people rarely went out unless they had something to do. Zhang Jie headed towards home, which was located in a somewhat remote area outside the city center. She quickly arrived at the air-raid shelter. She looked around; it was completely silent, not a single pedestrian in sight, probably all confined to their homes by the sweltering heat. 　　Zhang Jie entered the air-raid shelter. What a stroke of luck! There wasn't a soul in sight. The shelter was situated on a slope. Zhang Jie reached the top of the shelter. She had never been through this shelter before and was unfamiliar with the area. She noticed the doors were locked, secured with iron bolts, but there were gaps between the doors. She often saw children crawling into air-raid shelters through these gaps. 　　Zhang Jie was wearing a white dress, which made crawling through the shelter inconvenient, but for love, for a chance to be with her beloved, what did it matter? She could always wash the dress when she got home. She reached the door of the air-raid shelter, looked around but saw no one, then used her foot to pry open the double doors a crack and slipped inside. 　　The air-raid shelter was dark and cool; the temperature difference with the outside was striking, making Zhang Jie feel refreshed. But she was quickly frightened by the darkness. Fear gripped her, and Zhang Jie, once inside, dared not go further, constantly peering out through the crack in the door. She still hadn't seen Dr. Lin. "Wouldn't he come?" she kept asking herself. 　　Dr. Lin had been watching Zhang Jie closely. When he saw her enter the air-raid shelter, he didn't rush in after her. He carefully observed from the outside, confirming that no one was there, then slowly moved towards the top of the shelter and calmly slipped inside. 　　"Why did it take you so long to come in?" 　　Zhang Jie hugged Dr. Lin, who had just come down from the top of the shelter, and complained. "I was so worried!" she said, 　　reaching into his pants. 　　"Let's go inside," 　　Dr. Lin reminded her. 　　"No," 　　Zhang Jie said coquettishly. 　　Dr. Lin pulled Zhang Jie into the air-raid shelter. 　　Holding Zhang Jie, Dr. Lin felt the comfort and pressure of her supple skin. And the lingering fragrance of her body. This scent made him restless. 　　Because the air-raid shelter was damp and there was nothing to rest in, they had to make love standing up. 　　Their bodies were like burning tinder, ignited by the flames of desire. They made love wildly, oblivious to the fact that a pair of eyes were watching them in the darkness. It was these eyes that would ruin their future. 　　Dr. Lin felt the beauty of Zhang Jie's body; making love with her was incredibly pleasurable. The air-raid shelter was filled with lewd sounds and passionate moans, and it was these sounds that enraged the pair of eyes in the darkness… Chapter 16 Fragrant Pink 　　Those bright eyes were Tao Ming; Dr. Lin and Zhang Jie's frenzied lovemaking was caught in the act by Tao Ming. He was furious and secretly slipped out of the air-raid shelter. He sent Er Gouzi to inform the militia company commander. 　　Zhang Jie emerged from those distant years and now lay in a hospital bed. Tao Ming's appearance reminded her of those old events. Tao Ming had hurt her back then, but how could he now be involved with her daughter, Hua Juan? This baffled her. Things had changed so much; back then, she was a middle-aged woman, but now she was an elderly woman. She couldn't understand why Hua Juan, who had a husband, was still with Tao Ming, especially since Hua Juan knew about the harm Tao Ming had done to her. How could this be? She was completely perplexed. 　　During this time, Tao Ming visited Zhang Jie several times, always with Hua Juan. They seemed like a married couple, while Feng Ming appeared very lonely, always looking dejected as he cared for his mother-in-law. 　　After Zhang Jie was discharged from the hospital, Hua Juan hired a caregiver for her. However, due to her busy work schedule, she had no time to care for her mother. As white-collar workers, they were both extremely busy with social engagements.

Her mother's return to the neighborhood allowed Hua Juan to focus on her work.
"Hua Juan, come here."
Mr. Peng called, looking for Hua Juan. After hanging up, Hua Juan headed towards Mr. Peng's office, wondering what he wanted. Was he still trying to take advantage of her?
Hua Juan felt a pang of unease; she knew Mr. Peng was lecherous. A knock startled her. "Come in," came
Mr. Peng's voice from inside.
Hua Juan pushed open the slightly ajar door and gracefully entered.
Mr. Peng leaned back in his executive chair, arrogantly staring at Hua Juan.
"Mr. Peng, you wanted to see me?"
Hua Juan asked cautiously.
"Yes, please sit down,"
Mr. Peng said with a forced smile, giving a slight bow.
Hua Juan sat down on a sofa. She could hear her own heart pounding.
"Your classmate is very rich, isn't he?"
Mr. Peng asked.
"You mean Tao Ming?"
Hua Juan countered, though she knew he was referring to Tao Ming; she just wanted to confirm.
"Yes,"
Mr. Peng nodded firmly.
“Of course,”
Hua Juan said. “He owns a big company. It’s quite profitable.”
Hua Juan became particularly excited when she mentioned Tao Ming, seemingly wanting to prove to President Peng that her backing was also strong, preventing President Peng from acting recklessly.
“Hua Juan, do you think it’s better for our company to restructure or not?”
President Peng sat up straight, staring intently at Hua Juan, making her feel uneasy.
“This…”
Hua Juan stammered. “How can I easily express my opinion on such a big decision?” “
It’s alright, feel free to speak,” President Peng encouraged.
“President Peng, you didn’t call me here just to discuss this, did you?”
“Exactly,”
President Peng picked up his teacup and took a sip of water. “I want to hear your insightful opinions.”
“Me?”
Hua Juan looked at President Peng in confusion.
“Restructuring our company is an inevitable trend now,”
President Peng lit another cigarette and said slowly. “Simplifying staff and increasing efficiency is inevitable, and a large number of people will have to be laid off.”
Hua Juan was shocked. Could she be among those laid off? She asked herself. Why did President Peng call her in to say all this? She wondered to herself.
"Hire all the remaining staff at high salaries,"
President Peng said, giving Hua Juan a lecherous look. "Then I'll be the chairman, this company will be practically mine, I'll have absolute power."
Hua Juan felt the pressure and cruelty of life. This man, who looked like a toad, had the power to control people's fates, and he was a lecherous wolf at that. How could a beautiful woman like Hua Juan face this lecher? It was a real headache.
"Do you think it's better to earn a high salary or go home?"
President Peng left his executive chair and came to Hua Juan's side, casually sitting on the sofa next to her. A sweet fragrance wafted to his nose, making him feel weak in the knees.
Hua Juan was wearing a red miniskirt. Hua Juan loved red; almost all her clothes were red, like her fiery personality.
The red miniskirt against Hua Juan's fair skin made her look even more radiant and elegant. Hua Juan's outfit was very sexy. The red crop top kept slipping from her miniskirt with her movements, revealing Hua Juan's fair and delicate skin, which was stunning.
President Peng stood there, dumbfounded, his eyes seemingly fixed on Hua Juan's flesh. The miniskirt couldn't contain her beautiful body; her pert buttocks and long legs were also exposed. It was incredibly alluring. President
Peng stroked Hua Juan's fragrant shoulder, and Hua Juan hurriedly pulled away.
"Hua Juan, you're so beautiful. Not only are you beautiful, but you also exude a wonderful fragrance,"
President Peng exclaimed.
"President Peng, if there's nothing else, I'll go back?"
Hua Juan stood up.
President Peng felt like he was on fire, completely captivated. His mind was racing.
"What are you busy with?"
President Peng said with a smile, "Stay a little longer. What are you busy with?"
"I have to go to work,"
Hua Juan said, turning to leave.
"Whether you work or not is up to me,"
President Peng said smugly.
“I need to finish my work,”
Hua Juan said as she walked. “The more I put in, the more work piles up. Even though you’re in charge, I still have to do it. There’s no escaping it once it starts piling up.”
Hua Juan fled from General Peng’s office, breaking out in a cold sweat.
“Hua Juan, what does Lao Ying want with you?”
Pang Ying asked. “He’s not going to take advantage of you, is he?”
“You’re so frivolous,”
Hua Juan scolded playfully. “Why is there another Lao Ying?” “
It’s short for ‘not hard enough,’”
Pang Ying said. “Everything’s short for these days.”
“That’s a much better-sounding name than his full name,”
Hua Juan said.
The two women chattered away.
“I think Lao Ying is still eyeing you.”
Pang Ying leaned over and sniffed Hua Juan. “You don’t look like you’ve been gnawed on by that toad, you’re still very fragrant.”
“You’re shameless, are you tasting wine?”
Hua Juan punched Pang Ying. “You’re so sensitive about this.”
“I’m just concerned about you,”
Pang Ying rolled her eyes at Hua Juan. "I can't just stand by and watch my best friend get licked by a wolf. I have to be her protector."
Hua Juan turned on her computer, not wanting to talk to Pang Ying anymore.
Just then, Hua Juan's phone beeped with a text message. She hurriedly pulled out her bright red phone, opened the flip, and saw a text: "
Juan, are you busy?
I'll pick you up after work. How's work? Is it tiring?
Your caring friend." Hua Juan felt a surge of warmth upon seeing Tao Ming's message.
"Who sent you that message? You look so happy,"
Pang Ying asked. "Your face is all red, like a sunset."
"I won't tell you,"
Hua Juan said coquettishly.
"Your lover. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so excited,"
Pang Ying pressed.
Hua Juan ignored her and posted her online number. She wanted to chat; she'd been feeling quite down lately.
As soon as Hua Juan logged on, a netizen named "Love Saint" added her.
Love Saint: Hello, beautiful lady.
Hua Juan's online name was "Red Beauty."
Red Beauty: You don't know me, how do you know I'm beautiful?
Love Saint said. "Just my intuition, otherwise why would I be called Love Saint?"
Red Beauty: "Looks like you're a seasoned player in love. Chatting with someone like you is dangerous; you might easily fall for someone.
" Love Saint sent Red Beauty a QQ emoticon. It was ninety-nine roses. Hua Juan loved flowers, and seeing such beautiful flowers brightened her mood.
Red Beauty: Wow, the flowers are so beautiful.
Love Saint said, "For your beautiful woman."
Red Beauty: "Your words are like honey; do you say this to every woman?"
Love Saint: "No, only to you, because I have a gut feeling we're destined for each other." He then sent a QQ emoticon of a handsome man clapping.
Hua Juan was very happy.
"Chatting so happily with that handsome guy?"
Pang Ying leaned over.
"Chatting with a womanizer,"
Hua Juan teased.
Just then, Hua Juan received another text message. She picked up her phone; it was from Tao Ming again. "
I'm already at your workplace, waiting for you to get off work.
Ming."
Hua Juan suddenly remembered that text messages were somewhat like coded messages used by spies in old-fashioned movies. Thinking of this, Hua Juan smiled.
"Hua Juan, you're definitely in love. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so happy,"
Pang Ying said. "Tell me, is he handsome or rich?"
"Vulgar, all you care about is money. Can feelings be bought with money?"
Hua Juan retorted.
"Why not? I'll read you a text message,"
Pang Ying said, pulling out her phone.
"You always pull out weird text messages,"
Hua Juan said.
"I'll read you the modern beauty declaration."
Pang Ying started reading regardless of whether Hua Juan was listening.
"To confuse a sixty-year-old man's mind, to seize a fifty-year-old man's property, to break a forty-year-old man's wife and children, to break a thirty-year-old man's back, and to make a twenty-year-old man beg for food."
Before Pang Ying finished reading, Hua Juan was already laughing so hard she was doubled over.
The computer kept beeping; it was the Casanova talking to Hua Juan.
Hua Juan was already distracted, because Tao Ming was waiting for her outside, and she couldn't wait to leave work. When it was time to leave, Boss Peng came to Hua Juan's office.
"Pang Ying, Hua Juan, let's go, it's my treat. You two can do whatever you want to me today,"
Boss Peng said jokingly, "Chop off whichever piece looks good."
"The sun must have risen in the west today,"
Pang Ying said playfully. "Boss Peng's treat isn't just a formality."
"You think I'm setting up a trap?"
they said as they walked out.
"Beep, beep..."
A luxury car honked in front of the door. Hua Juan knew it was Tao Ming's car.
"Boss Peng, Pang Ying, I'm sorry,"
Hua Juan explained, "I have an appointment."
Tao Ming parked the car and opened the door. He warmly said to Pang Ying and Boss Peng, "Come in, I'll give you a ride."
Pang Ying unceremoniously got into the car, leaving Boss Peng awkwardly frozen in place.
Hua Juan said, "Come on, Mr. Peng, it's my treat."
Mr. Peng stammered, "Some other time."
Hua Juan had no choice but to get into the car. Pang Ying playfully blew Mr. Peng a kiss. "Mr. Peng, if you're not coming, we'll be going now,"
Tao Ming said.
"Okay. Goodbye."
Mr. Peng's face was very unpleasant.
Tao Ming also got into the car, and the car sped away.
Mr. Peng swore in his heart that one day he would make you bow down and submit, daring to steal his woman.

"This is my colleague Pang Ying,"
Hua Juan introduced as Tao Ming got into the car. "You can call her Sister Pang."
"This is my classmate Tao Ming,"
Hua Juan introduced Pang Ying as well.
"Hello, Sister Pang."
Tao Ming extended his hand.
"Hello to you too."
Pang Ying hurriedly extended her hand as well. After exchanging pleasantries, Tao Ming started the car.
"Where to?"
Tao Ming looked at Hua Juan, who was sitting in the passenger seat. "How about the 'By the Water' bar?"
Hua Juan turned around and asked Pang Ying.
"I'm going home,"
Pang Ying said hastily. "I don't want to be a third wheel."
Hua Juan blushed. "Sister, you're talking nonsense."
Pang Ying had been dragged to the Waterside Bar by Hua Juan and Tao Ming. Actually, Pang Ying didn't want to disturb the lovers. She was forced to sit between them. The main reason Pang Ying got into Tao Ming's car was to avoid being harassed by President Peng. Unexpectedly, she found herself in another awkward situation.
Although Pang Ying was older than Hua Juan, she was only in her early thirties, the prime of a woman's life. And she was very beautiful, otherwise President Peng wouldn't have taken a liking to her.
The bar was quiet. An artist was playing an instrument in the lobby, and the beautiful music lingered in the hearts of the customers.
Although Pang Ying was a white-collar worker who frequented high-end places, this was her first time in such an elegant place. Looking at the beautiful couple, Pang Ying felt envious.
"Sister Pang, what kind of drink would you like?"
Tao Ming asked politely.
Pang Ying smiled apologetically, "Anything is fine,"
Hua Juan said. “Don’t be so polite, Sister Pang is no stranger.”
“That’s right,” Pang Ying said. “Hua Juan is my best friend. Tao Ming, may I ask a question?”
Tao Ming picked up his wine glass, the red wine inside looking very appealing. “Sister Pang, just say what you want to say.”
Hua Juan blushed, “Sister Pang…you…”
Hua Juan thought Pang Ying was going to ask about her and Tao Ming, so she was very sensitive and wanted to interrupt her.
Pang Ying ignored Hua Juan, and didn’t even glance at her. “Tao Ming, what do you do? You’re so rich and powerful?” Hua Juan
didn’t expect Pang Ying to ask such a simple question, and her tense heart relaxed, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
“I own a multinational company.”
Tao Ming lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. "I'm thinking of making a big investment in a few days. If I need Sister Pang's help, please lend a hand."
"How could a big boss need my help?"
Pang Ying smiled.
"That's not necessarily true,"
Tao Ming said with a smile. "I'd really appreciate it if I could ask Sister Pang for a favor."
"If you need my help, then no problem,"
Pang Ying said generously.
Their enthusiastic conversation made Hua Juan feel a pang of jealousy. Actually, she was a little envious of Pang Ying. Pang Ying should know about her relationship with Tao Ming. Knowing this, she really shouldn't have brought her along. Hua Juan felt irritated.
"Okay,"
Tao Ming glanced at Hua Juan, seemingly understanding something from her eyes, and said. "Let's drink first, Hua Juan, you drink too."
Hua Juan stared at Tao Ming without saying a word. Just then, Hua Juan's phone rang. She grabbed her bag and took out her phone. It was her husband, Feng Ming, calling. Actually, she really disliked Feng Ming calling her when they were out. But now, wanting to provoke Tao Ming, she didn't go outside to answer the phone. Instead, she took the call in front of Tao Ming and Pang Ying—a call she shouldn't have taken in front of them.
"Hello, Feng Ming? What's up?"
Hua Juan said into the phone, glancing at Tao Ming and Pang Ying, who were both staring at her expectantly.
"You're off work? Why aren't you home?"
Feng Ming asked on the other end of the line, his voice loud enough for Tao Ming and Pang Ying to hear clearly. This was the effect Hua Juan wanted.
"Okay, I'll be right back,"
Hua Juan said.
"You're going back?"
Tao Ming asked after Hua Juan hung up.
"You two talk, I won't bother you."
Hua Juan picked up her bag and headed outside.
"No, I'll go,"
Pang Ying sensed the tension, hurriedly stood up, grabbed her bag, and fled.
Couples deeply in love often do things that are hard to understand. This gathering ended badly for them.
General Peng watched furiously as Tao Ming led away two beautiful women from his subordinates. He wanted to find out more about Tao Ming and challenge him to a duel.
Peng Chuanwei, now General Peng, used to be a worker in a state-owned coal mine. During the Cultural Revolution, the working class led everything, and Peng Chuanwei, with his excellent calligraphy skills, was exactly what was needed in that era. Writing slogans and big-character posters were among his strengths. Therefore, he was directly transferred from a miner to work in the trade union of the government office.
Peng Chuanwei transformed into a cadre. He skillfully reaped the rewards of this revolution.
Party Secretary Liu called Peng Chuanwei, which overjoyed him. Even after hanging up, his heart was still pounding. What did Secretary Liu want? Judging from Secretary Liu's amiable voice, it must be something good.
Peng Chuanwei nervously arrived at Secretary Liu's office door, taking a deep breath. Then, he cautiously knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A booming voice came from inside the room.
Peng Chuanwei cautiously pushed open the slightly ajar door to Secretary Liu's office. With a fawning smile, he said, "Secretary Liu, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes. Come in, Xiao Peng."
Secretary Liu smiled broadly, his face radiant. Then he warmly shook Peng Chuanwei's hand. This made Peng Chuanwei feel flattered.
"Hello, Secretary Liu,"
Peng Chuanwei said excitedly.
"Xiao Peng, I admire your writing. Your writing is very fluent."
Secretary Liu held his hand and led him to the sofa. Sitting side-by-side with him on the sofa made him a little flustered.
"Thank you for your appreciation, Secretary Liu,"
Peng Chuanwei said nervously.
Secretary Liu had a large desk and an executive chair, yet he showed no arrogance towards Peng Chuanwei, his subordinate. This warmed Peng Chuanwei's heart.
Instead of sitting formally at his desk, Secretary Liu sat with him on the sofa and began to chat; how could he not be moved?
"Xiao Peng, have a cigarette,"
Secretary Liu offered Peng Chuanwei a cigarette.
“Secretary Liu, I don’t smoke, you should have.”
Actually, Peng Chuanwei did smoke, but facing Secretary Liu, he smoothly lied, which was one of Peng Chuanwei’s strengths.
“Young people shouldn’t smoke.”
Secretary Liu took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Peng Chuanwei quickly grabbed the lighter on Secretary Liu’s desk and lit it for him.
After taking a long drag, Secretary Liu said, “Young Peng, your big-character poster is quite good. I’m giving you a difficult task; I wonder if you can complete it.”
“Secretary Liu, no matter how difficult the task you give me, I can complete it.”
“So confident?”
Secretary Liu smiled at him, and he felt a warmth in his eyes.
“Yes.”
Peng Chuanwei answered firmly.
Secretary Liu calmly walked to his desk, sat down unhurriedly, opened a drawer, pulled out a document, and slammed it on the table.
“I want you to write a big-character poster exposing Director Kong.” Secretary
Liu’s face darkened. "This is material about Mine Manager Kong. Take a look, and then write a targeted big-character poster based on his actions."
Peng Chuanwei never dreamed that Secretary Liu would ask him to write such a poster. Mine Manager Kong was no ordinary person; he was a figure who caused earthquakes in this mine. Peng Chuanwei understood the implications. He fell into deep thought. The joy he felt upon arriving vanished instantly.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?"
Secretary Liu noticed his hesitation. "Don't underestimate him just because he's the mine manager. What time is it now? It's the Cultural Revolution; he's the one who's to be overthrown."
Peng Chuanwei held the hedgehog in his hands, unsure where to put it. He couldn't afford to offend either of them.
"If you can bring down Mine Manager Kong through public opinion, I'll promote you. How about it?"
Secretary Liu seemed to be negotiating with him.
Peng Chuanwei's feelings were complicated. Both of these figures were incredibly capable, and Peng Chuanwei knew he could only choose one of them; it was no different from gambling.
Peng Chuanwei could only make a choice within seconds. Because Secretary Liu was eagerly awaiting his answer, he knew he couldn't let Secretary Liu see his hesitation. That would be disloyal to Secretary Liu and a sign of wavering in the revolution. Secretary Liu would look down on him.
"Okay, Secretary Liu, what do you suggest?"
Peng Chuanwei finally made up his mind.
"Take this document with you. I think you know better than I do how to write it,"
Secretary Liu said seriously. "Remember, once you've finished writing it, bring it over for me to review."
"Yes, sir."
Peng Chuanwei took the materials from Director Kong and left.
Peng Chuanwei arrived at his office, immediately troubled. Although he had written countless big-character posters and slogans, this was the first time he had written about such a crucial issue of right and wrong. He
wrote one after another, but none satisfied him. He shoved them all into the wastebasket.
He smoked a whole pack of cigarettes without writing a single word. The room reeked of acrid smoke.
Peng Chuanwei spent the entire night in his office, finally finishing this extremely difficult poster. He was quite satisfied with it, though his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.
The next morning, he took the poster to Secretary Liu's office. Now that Secretary Liu considered him a confidant, Peng Chuanwei was no longer reserved in his presence.
"Secretary Liu, please take a look at what I wrote. Is it alright?"
Peng Chuanwei spread the poster out on Secretary Liu's desk for his review.
"Your eyes are so red. Did you stay up all night yesterday?"
Secretary Liu asked with concern. "Put the poster here and go home to get some sleep."
"Okay."
Peng Chuanwei left Secretary Liu's room respectfully. But he didn't go home; instead, he fell asleep on the bed in the inner office room. The reason he didn't go home was to wait for news from Secretary Liu.
Peng Chuanwei was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he lay down on his pillow, only to be woken up by Wang Wei, his colleague in the same office.
"Cadre Peng, wake up, Secretary Liu is calling for you,"
Wang Wei said anxiously.
Peng Chuanwei opened his sleepy eyes as if they were foggy, just staring blankly at Wang Wei.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
Wang Wei said, "Get up quickly, Secretary Liu is looking for you."
There was a bed in the union office, prepared for people who stayed up all night working on manuscripts.
Urged on by Wang Wei, Peng Chuanwei hurriedly went to Secretary Liu's office. Secretary Liu was very satisfied with the big-character poster he had written and told him to post it.
Peng Chuanwei posted the big-character poster in the most prominent position in the mine's government building, attracting a lot of onlookers.
This big-character poster was like a powerful earthquake; people were abuzz with discussion. Someone dared to write such a poster about Mine Manager Kong—the person was incredibly audacious! Suddenly, the tongue-twisting name Peng Chuanwei became a household name, spreading far and wide. No one knew what fate awaited Peng Chuanwei; even he himself was uncertain. For the past few days, he had been dancing on the edge of the storm. He sensed that something very important was about to happen. This matter concerned him. He cautiously awaited its occurrence; there was no escaping it, only facing it head-on.

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