One-night stands aren't enough, want multiple nights of flings?

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One-night stands weren't enough, I wanted multiple nights

. I never imagined I'd become a Casanova until two years ago.

In high school, while my friends were happily chasing early romances, I was addicted to video games.

In college, while my classmates were all paired up, I was busy earning money to support myself and my pet Lucky. After graduation, I was always the youngest man in

every workplace, with no opportunity or means for romance. Slowly,

I became a 24-year-old virgin, used to acting cool, used to watching porn and masturbating, used to being a respectable

guy in front of girls.

Finally, one day, in front of a woman I used to look down on, I calmly said, "Would you

like " That's how I ended my pitiful virginity. That night, I felt I understood something:

women like shameless men! Standing in front of the mirror, I realized that in just a few years, I had grown from a

baby- faced boy into a reasonably handsome man. I clearly remember that morning, I told myself—

dive into the sea of desire, the life of debauchery begins!!

Being sensitive to women's feelings, having a thick skin, being good-looking, and having a sunny personality certainly

makes one attractive to many women. Although I've had some failures, the constant successes have always made me feel

good about myself. Each previous success conveniently provides a psychological advantage for the next attempt; one has to admit that the more

successful you are the easier it is to succeed again, and the more you fail, the easier it is to fail again.

One day in July of that year, a colleague sent me a text message saying he'd introduce me to a pretty girl. I

called back and asked what type she was, what her background was. My colleague said the girl was someone he'd met online, they'd been dating for

six months, and he'd finally won her over the previous week. To repay me for covering his overtime work, he told the girl I was a good

friend and that I should call her myself; the rest was up to me. This guy had

introduced me to a few girls before, and I had no respect for his taste, so after hanging up, I quickly forgot

about it , thinking I'd just go to a bar for the weekend.

At 9 pm, I was chatting with a girl I'd just met at the bar. My phone beeped with a text message notification. I opened

it—"Are you Broken Wing?" "Why didn't you call me?" I wondered. The phone number

wasn't one I knew well, but I didn't want to offend a friend I wasn't very close to. So I called back and asked,

" How are you doing? I'm at a bar." A while later, I got a text back asking where I was. I replied that I was in Sanlitun, and

then told them I was in Nanjie, at a bar called "Born in the 70s." They said they were also in Nanjie, at a bar called "Xiangyao" which was very close to me.

I said, "Come over, I'll buy you a drink." Five minutes later, they texted again, asking what I was wearing, saying they were already

in "Born in the 70s." I guessed it might be one of my online friends on QQ, who was in a good mood and remembered me. Thinking

this, I stood up and shouted, "I'm Broken Wing!" "Who's looking for me?"

A girl at the bar entrance smiled and walked towards me. My breath caught in my throat.

This denim shorts and a cheap t-shirt, had long hair, no makeup, and was pretty and charming—exactly my

type. After sitting down and ordering a cocktail, the younger sister smiled and said to me, "I'm Pudding's online friend.

Why didn't you call me?" I then realized what was going on and cursed my sleazy colleague inwardly: "You're

a toad trying to eat a swan!" The girl next to me, seeing her rival was too strong, wisely retreated, giving

me a vicious kiss before leaving.

The younger sister told me her name was Halen, a recent graduate from Beijing XX College, currently looking for a job. I didn't seem like

the kind of girl who would sleep with my colleague at all; her demeanor and conversation suggested she shouldn't have been interested in him. I

felt a pang of regret. The younger sister said that at first glance, I reminded her of her first love from school,

and now she thought my behavior and speech were similar. I hate it when people say I resemble someone, so I told her

I was definitely much worse than her lousy boyfriend. She smiled and said she'd noticed it before; Halen had a deep dimple

on her right cheek , revealing two sharp little canine teeth, which made me

want to kiss her in the bar.

At the bar, we chatted about all sorts of random things, but not a single adult topic came up. Actually, I was also thinking: could I successfully seduce her

today and take her right there? Just then, someone at the next table ordered a special drink—multi-layered in color—

and lit it on fire while drinking. Halen was curious, so I said, "Let me buy you one." I asked the owner for the drink menu, and

Halen's finger hesitated for a long time before finally stopping at "Go Stay at Your Place"—she looked at me with her big eyes, seeking

my opinion. I sighed inwardly. This "Go Stay at Your Place" special drink was the most expensive here,

yet it forced boys to willingly buy it for girls. The owner, born in the 70s, really knew

how to do business! Despite my cursing, I still ordered a drink without hesitation.

When the drink arrived, it was clear that Halen was very inexperienced with this kind of cocktail. She burned three straws before

finishing it, proving she wasn't a girl who frequented the scene often. Thinking about this, I cursed my colleague again.

The special drink was indeed a special drink; the owner wasn't exaggerating. Five minutes later, Halen's face was flushed red, and

her voice was at least 20 decibels louder. Seeing that it was about time, I said, "Let's go." She hesitated

for a dozen seconds, then resolutely stood up and loudly asked me, "Are we going to your house?" Everyone around us smiled and looked at me.

I quickly put my arm around her and said, "Little sister, going to your house or mine is fine, either is fine." She then said loudly in that cute voice

, "Let's go to your house! My boyfriend is home!" Now everyone around us looked at

us . I helped her out of the bar as fast as I could, as nimbly as if fleeing a battlefield…

In the taxi home, Halen lazily leaned against me, murmuring, "Are you his

brother? You look so much like him!" To be honest, even the cutest girl loses at least 30% of

her charm . Besides, I've always been used to being taken care of. I had hoped for a romantic and passionate

night, but things have backfired, and now I've become a male nanny. Thankfully, my sister didn't throw up. I stroked her

long hair and gently rubbed her chest, suddenly feeling a desire for this "car" to keep going for an hour straight. This

sister I'd just met was unknowingly cultivating my patience with girls.

In the elevator going upstairs, the female elevator operator, whom I know best, smiled and asked, "Another cousin?" I

smiled , straightened my back, and said, "You guessed wrong today. This is my new girlfriend."

Halen's short, nighttime outfit wasn't difficult to remove; the challenge was bathing her. Remembering how bathing my

girlfriend 's cat always made me grumble, bathing a beautiful, drunk girl was

far more noble and arduous. Halen had a great figure; none of the girls I'd been with had

legs . Her skin was youthful; under bright light, you could even see the fine downy hairs on her face. Unfortunately,

she had a scar on her lower abdomen, probably from an appendectomy she had as an adult. Her breasts weren't

large, the youthful lemon shape. If I hadn't been struggling to bathe her, I would have loved to leave my mark on

every inch .

Seeing Halen sleeping sweetly on my little floor mat, I was exhausted and sleepy. I pulled out a book by

Kaori Yuki—Angel Sanctuary—from the bookshelf and started reading, all the while contemplating how to face her after she woke up in the morning.

Generally, after missing the best time for intimacy, girls are afraid of you, and might even

hate answering your calls after leaving this place. For a lecherous man like me with the heart of a beast, letting

this would probably leave me listless for ten days straight, my mind racing with thoughts. So I collapsed onto my makeshift bed and fell

into a deep sleep.

I dreamt that my mouth and tongue were roaming over my girl's youthful, healthy body, but her skin felt

strange . Hey, why does it smell like food? I opened my eyes and saw my girl squatting in front of me, holding

a fried egg to my lips with her chopsticks, her eyes mischievously smiling at me! I hadn't eaten breakfast for

years, and two fried eggs and two slices of toast made me realize that married men weren't as pathetic as I'd imagined. I

reached out and hugged my girl, whispering in her ear, "You raped me yesterday while you were drunk, how are you

going to make it up to me today?" My girl blushed and said, "You're so mean, I didn't do anything to you." I hugged her

tighter with my left arm, slipped my right hand inside her collar, flipped her over, pinned her down, and said menacingly, "Then I'll do what I want to you

now , are you scared?" My sister blushed, her eyes wide, and suddenly bit my shoulder hard,

saying, "I'll do whatever you want." What followed was predictable. My sister was

much more , but her skills were truly terrible. It was only through my experience and guidance that we were able to enjoy ourselves that day.

We even made love on the floor, covered in baby oil, repeatedly reviewing the training we'd received in porn

. That morning, we went at it six times like madmen. Exhausted, it was already

2 PM. My sister dragged me to take a bath together and then said she had to go home; her phone was off, and her boyfriend

was probably going crazy. I asked her how she explained that, and she said it was her business, none of my concern.

I tentatively suggested we keep in touch by phone. She quietly put on her shoes at the door and firmly said to me, "

Don't call me again!" Before my heart could harden, she smiled slyly and said, "But

I'll definitely call you when I miss you!"

—How did I meet you?!

—My sister misses me again?

—How did I meet you?!

"—You were destined to be ruined by me from birth, haha

—Why did I even meet you!

—Because I'm handsome and capable

—Why did I even meet you!

—Little sister, is there something wrong with your phone?

—Why did I even meet you!

—Hey, what's wrong with you?

—Why did I even meet you!

—…

The continuous text messages distracted me from my CS game. I, once a pro, have now been reduced to a point where even the newbie

Lao Jin can headshot me with a knife. Most importantly, I realized I'm starting to care about a

stranger who's just someone I'm having fun with. My mind is in turmoil. I rushed into the company restroom, poured cold water on my muddled

brain , and kept saying, 'You're a Casanova, a beast, a super pervert roaming the Beijing nights!' Being attracted

is fleeting, being moved is fleeting. Go home and sleep. Tomorrow I'll forget all this mess . No problem, no problem, no problem. At worst, I won't reply to her texts, I won't answer her calls, and I'll never see her

again !" 　　For the next few days, I became indifferent to her text messages. Strangely enough, she kept texting me but never called. I felt much better, pleased that I couldn't remember any details of her appearance, and started flirting with my female colleagues in the office. I even told more the company's self-proclaimed "Huang Pinyuan" (a nickname implying a man who is secretly infatuated with women), venting my excessive desire to conquer through the girls' outwardly disgusted but secretly infatuated fantasies. At night, I frequented disco, Sina.com, and various bars in Beijing. Undoubtedly , my recent state was extremely poor; I made several basic mistakes, letting several almost-gotten opportunities slip away— the more I failed, the easier it was to fail again. Fortunately, my work was still going well; recently, I led my team to successfully complete another case, and the higher-ups threw a party for our team, keeping my vanity level high. 　　Another weekend arrived, and near the end of the workday, I chatted with a girl who claimed to be a beauty on Sina.com and spent 20 minutes engaging in online passion. She gave me her phone number, and I, in a very roguish manner, yelled that she needed to get ready and wait for me . She, equally unyielding, told me to prepare several Viagra pills, saying she wanted me to ejaculate myself to death for her. Who's afraid of who! I thought to myself, my desires are so strong, maybe there's Viagra in my blood . No, this is a secret. If all those weak men knew, they'd drain me dry . My confidence, which had disappeared for a week, returned. As I walked out of the company, I combed my hair in front of the glass door and told myself, "You're a truly brave beast." 　　The disco was bustling, everyone shaking their heads like they were having a fit. I cunningly used the most energy-efficient movements to elegantly match the older woman I had just met. She was a year older than me, and despite my insistence, I still called her "little sister." While truly feminine women may appreciate energetic young men, I believe no woman wants to take on the responsibility of being the older sister when having fun together. Although relationships between older women and younger men are popular now, the "sister-brother" dynamic hasn't yet taken off . To get a woman to accept you, you need to prevent her from being arrogant in your presence, and at the same time, prevent her from being overly...

Feeling inferior in front of her. I'm used to acting like a lover in front of older women, and it always works, often moving

them to the point of offering themselves.

My phone in my pocket is throbbing intermittently; I know I have at least 10 unread text messages.

Whatever , I'm determined not to let anything ruin my plans today. Just then, the slow dance begins. I

grab my woman, my left arm around her waist, my right hand gently caressing the back of her neck.

Swaying to the rhythm, she places one hand on my hip and the other inside my shirt, stroking my chest.

I think it's time to unleash my ultimate kiss, but that annoying phone starts throbbing again. It's

a call , over and over, with no regard for my feelings. I wonder if it's something from work.

It wouldn't be good to ignore my boss's call; even though I'm rebellious, I don't want to lose this

career I've worked so hard for over two years. I take out my phone and see the number is from the East District. I hesitate for a moment, then answer it right there on the dance floor. (Broken Wing,

why didn't you answer my call?) Sigh, I started to regret it, but thankfully I reacted quickly. I pretended the signal was bad and couldn't

hear you I decisively hung up, turned off my phone, and

started kissing my sister passionately.

It was already 3 a.m. when I left that sister's house. Experienced women are like skilled generals, making you

completely forget yourself and devote all your potential during battle. As for fatigue, she can leave that

to you . I dragged my slightly unruly legs into a taxi, gave the driver the address

, and then collapsed onto the back seat.

Midnight in Beijing was no longer congested; the excrement from sprinkler trucks mixed with dust swirled in the air above the city. I looked at

the flickering lights outside the car window and suddenly felt something I couldn't let go of. I took out my phone, turned it on, and read

the unread text messages, almost all of them from Halen. The most recent one sent me a cold sweat (if

I really am pregnant, it must be you). I sat up and frantically read through all the text messages.

Halen said she was going to see me today because she was born in the 70s // She misses me a lot and has to see me // Her

period, which was supposed to come on Monday or Tuesday, hasn't come yet // Recently, she's only had unprotected sex with me, and she doesn't

know what to do! I was instantly wide awake and said to the driver, "Driver, to Sanlitun!"

There were hardly any people left in the 70s. A few poor foreigners were playing pool with a bunch of ugly girls. Halen

was there. My mouth was dry, and I was frantic. I shook the sleepy bartender awake and asked if

any girls had come by today asking where I was. The bartender rubbed her eyes and spat at me, saying, "You think you're the most handsome guy in

Beijing ? Nobody's asked about you." I asked if there were any girls drinking alone, long hair,

innocent-looking, like schoolgirls. Oh crap, the girl I was with last Friday! The bartender said there were too many people

today , and she didn't seem to remember any girls hanging out here alone, especially not girls she didn't know. My mind went blank

. I sat down helplessly and ordered a glass of ice water. Calm down, calm down, calm down, I told myself. Halen

couldn't have told her boyfriend about this; she'd definitely contact me again. Thinking about this, I almost

slapped myself. I was so anxious; I should have called Halen to ask if she was home. I quickly pulled out

my phone, found Halen's number, and dialed.

Halen's phone was still on. I was worried she'd hang up as soon as she saw it was me.

It rang several times before finally connecting. A loud, menacing male voice said, "(Hello, who is this?)" I jumped, but

thankfully I knew how to handle this before. I immediately snapped in a very impatient tone, "When the hell are you

coming? We're getting sore from waiting! Hurry up!" The other person was silent for two seconds, then said, "

Who are you?" I yelled, "Big Head, you're late and you're acting like a coward! Get the hell out of here, stop talking nonsense

!" The other person said, "You've dialed the wrong number. Please check the number carefully next time," and then hung up. I was sweating profusely,

staring blankly at the glass of ice water in my hand, thinking, "This is terrible, I've really messed things up!"

Frustrated, the phone started twitching like a stripper. I glanced at the number—it was Halen's. I didn't care;

I just insisted it was a wrong number. I pressed the answer button and, before the other person could speak, blurted out an apology—"Brother

, I'm so sorry, I pressed the wrong button!" There was a brief silence on the other end, then a girl's maniacal laughter erupted.

Halen, in a mischievous tone, said, "You're smarter than I thought! Where are you?"

I cautiously replied, "Where else could I be?" "Hey, who was that guy just now?" Halen said, "He's from

the next table, helping me deal with you. You're quick on the uptake. I'm at Xiangyao, are you coming?" Since I've indulged in

this world of desire , I've never been so humiliated by a woman. A nameless rage

rose from my core. I said, "No, no, no, no! You've played me! You've made me so ashamed I can't even show my face in public! I'm staying in the 70s , I

'm not going anywhere. Come find me if you want!" With that, I hung up and called to the bartender, "Another glass of

ice water .

" Half an hour passed, and she didn't show up, nor did she call. I thought to myself, "If you don't give me face, I won't give

you any either. I'm going home to sleep." I got up and left. As soon as I stepped outside, a pair of hands grabbed me around the waist. My first

thought was robbery, my second was that the person wasn't armed. So, I leaned back and grabbed their

hair, preparing for an over-the-shoulder throw. But they cried out and let go. I recognized the girl's voice,

immediately released her, and turned around. Halen was rubbing her scalp, saying aggrievedly, "Couldn't you have been a little gentler?" Today

she was wearing a cropped tank top and short-crotch jeans, her long hair wildly loose—she looked much sexier than when I

first saw her. My anger instantly transformed into lust. In the dim alley, I

grabbed her and started kissing her relentlessly. Halen responded to my bestiality, trying to get her mouth close to

my ear, panting, "Come to my place today. He's on a business trip to the Northeast."

In the back seat of the taxi, I kissed the back of Halen's ear boldly, whispering, "Your period really hasn't

come?" My sister, grinning mischievously, dodged me while saying, "You simple-minded creature, what else do you

care about ? Aren't you supposed to be a Casanova? How come you can't even calculate dates? I

was just teasing you because you haven't been replying to my texts lately." I calmed myself down and thought, if the date she mentioned really was the right one, that day should be absolutely safe.

In the heat of the moment, I completely forgot about this. To be honest, after all that, I

didn't even have the energy to be angry with her. I took her earlobe into my mouth and mumbled, "Only three women have ever

played . Now, one has been ruined by me, suffering from frigidity and hemophobia, and another has suffered from breast atrophy and uterine

death. Just wait and see how I deal with you, you little brat."

We took a shower, turned on all the lights, and embraced and kissed recklessly in every corner of the house.

Even though I felt exhausted two hours ago, now, with Halen, I felt

like a rapist who hadn't touched a woman in ten years—rough and excited. I was intoxicated by my sister's slightly closed, seductive eyes, letting my breath get lost

in every trace of excitement emanating from her body, until we both fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. Thinking about it today

still gives me lingering fear. If I get married in the future, and after a wild night with my lover, I still have to go home and pay my dues,

will I still be able to perform so well? After all, I'm not Superman.

When I opened my eyes, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. I was alone in bed. I tiptoed

to the living room. Halen was reading in another room. There was a half-warm bowl of tomato and

egg noodles . I quietly crept up behind my sister, grabbed her chest, and teased her, "What are you looking at? Learning

the latest internationally popular poses?" Halen tilted her head back and told me with obvious enjoyment that she was memorizing English vocabulary. I glanced at it and saw it was for the GMAT.

I said, "I didn't expect you to be so diligent. My English is completely rusty except for f*ck." She turned around, grabbed my hand,

and hummed in response, "You think I only know how to have sex? I get scholarships every year in school." My lust was aroused

once again . I immediately lifted her nightgown and thrust into her hard on the sofa. This time we were

very relaxed, even joking with each other while we were moving. I saw

a picture of her with a sleazy man on her computer case and said with a wicked grin, "How do I compare to your boyfriend?" I sped up my movements. She

couldn't take it anymore and gasped, "You're really great. I never even knew what an orgasm was before." My

vanity was greatly satisfied. We spent another afternoon in our frenzied movements and screams, completely

forgetting that I hadn't eaten for over ten hours.

That night, we didn't go to bars or discos. Instead, we

strolled , occasionally letting on a kissing show of handsome men and beautiful women amidst the envy and jealousy of passersby. My sister asked me

why my sex drive was so strong, saying her boyfriend only wanted sex once a week. I asked if he was going through menopause, and she laughed, saying

he was only three years older than me. I asked what he did for a living, and she told me he was the vice president of a Japanese company

. I said, "No wonder! Your boyfriend must like drinking your urine, just like those perverted Japanese guys!" My sister

punched me while saying, "If you drink my urine, I won't marry him, I'll marry you!" I said, "Am I crazy? If you marry me, I'll

disappear from Beijing!" My sister stopped and said, "Then I absolutely can't let you hurt anyone else." Then she grabbed me,

ignoring my screams, and left a red mark on my neck with a kiss. After finishing, Halen took a step back, looking at her handiwork with

satisfaction , tilting his head and grinning mischievously, saying, "Now even respectable women will be wary of you, you big pervert!"

To this day, I still remember that rainy summer night when Halen and I kissed goodbye in front of that KFC. The

rain, carrying a fishy smell, splashed around us, and people seeking shelter made way for us. I

solemnly embraced the back of my sister's head, and her hands hung naturally and innocently at her sides. We completely forgot that we were an

adulterous couple, like Romeo and Juliet in a 2002 version. It wasn't until I hailed a

taxi and sent my sister away that I felt the saltiness on my lips. I licked my lips and thought to myself that my blood tasted pretty good,

much better than those junk foods from KFC. I wondered who would get to taste this deliciousness every day from now on.

My sleazy colleague, Pudding, told me, distressed, that he could no longer hook up with that girl. He asked me, with a self-deprecating tone, if he was really that bad off. I said he

was pretty good. If there were tons of frogs online, he'd at least be a frog

prince—no, a frog prince! Pudding said, "Were you belittling me in front of that girl? Why doesn't she even reply to my texts

anymore ?" I said, "Think about it. What's a one-night stand? It's

when you don't even know anyone after the night. Look at me, I never proactively call girls I've slept with. These days, the more you play the game

, the more arrogant you are, and the more arrogant you are, the more you play the game. You need to go home and practice your (disowning someone after sleeping with them) skills. Who's

the best woman you've ever had? Like old man Pele? Damn, it's always the next one, you understand?" After listening, Pudding

tossed me a cigarette respectfully and said, "Every time I chat with you, I feel so confident. Actually, I've realized that being

handsome is useless; shamelessness and a black heart are the only true path. I've finally

seen the light." This kid hasn't been with the company long; he's in the same group as Big Head, who joined around the same time as me. I'm his role model when it comes to both professional skills and picking up girls

.

Don't let his usual lazy demeanor fool you; he's quite popular with women. I heard that chubby girl from the finance department, nicknamed "Meatball Girl," has started seriously pursuing him since they had a fling. They've even rented a place to live together, just waiting for him

to lose his mind and fall into her cheap, gentle trap. Thinking of this, I smiled, stubbed out my cigarette, and sent

a text message to Halen—"Don't mess with Bitter Gourd again. Come out and keep me company today."

When we finished eating and paid the bill, Halen smiled and said to me, "You really look just like him." I lit a cigarette and

said fiercely, "Of course, that kid is my illegitimate son. Everyone on Earth knows that." Halen shook his head and

said, "You're just like him, always very careful around girls. You went to the restroom to rinse your mouth, right? He

does too never picks his teeth in front of people. He likes spicy food just like you. You're both Leos.

I really wonder if you're his long-lost brother." I felt a pang of sadness and turned my head away, pretending

to peek at the beautiful women around me. When we left, instead of holding my sister's hand as usual, I

put my arm around her shoulder like a punk. On the dimly lit street, Halen turned around and

asked me with a seriousness I'd never seen before, "How long are you going to stay in Beijing?" I casually replied, "Probably another three years." Halen said, "

How about we be lovers for three years? I'm getting married to my boyfriend next month."

Infatuation with someone is like a slow poison; you're completely unaware when you first take effect, but by

the time you feel it, it's too late. I admit I like Halen, this peculiar girl; she grew up in a family that had been through three generations.

We both come from intellectual, scholarly families. Our older siblings are all abroad, and I

was a top student in university, always a good kid in the conventional sense. If I hadn't met her this way, if we had met in a very

formal setting, I would definitely have seriously considered pursuing her, and even marrying her wouldn't have been out of the question.

I admire her purity and enjoy her wildness, but sometimes I feel like a fool, hating

that met this way. I have no idea what role I play in her heart, but I know that,

at least for now, I'm somewhat inseparable from her. We started dating frequently, at least three

or four times Halen's traitorous fiancé seems to have nothing on his mind but promotion and wealth. That guy enjoys

traveling all over the country, giving us many opportunities for unrestrained affairs. Once at Halen's house, while my sister

was slowly moving on top of me, she was taking his late-night phone call, while I focused on stimulating her

sensitive areas. Watching her face contort in ecstasy, yet speaking so gently and seriously on the phone, I

couldn't help but burst out laughing several times!

Halen would occasionally come to my little apartment on weekends. She would buy a bunch of groceries and cook for me, saying that I should eat well so I would have

the energy to satisfy her. I said, "Do you think I'm some kind of stud pig to be fed?" She said, "Just think of it as raising a sex slave." Every time she left, she

would spend two hours cleaning my apartment spotlessly, which made me hesitant to be casual in my own

home for a long time. I don't know if this kind of abnormal relationship counts as love, but I know that during that time, I would

have given , including my life, without the slightest hesitation. Of course, this excludes having sex with other girls behind her back. I

wouldn't do that kind of cheesy thing like venting on other girls while calling her name, nor

would I imagine her being violated by that despicable traitor on some night and feel inexplicably angry or saddened. But

whenever I felt lonely, the first person I thought of was Halen. I silently remembered every time and place she nestled

beside .

As Halen's wedding to Han Jian drew closer, I started seeing her less and less. In the days leading up to her

wedding , we even stopped texting and QQ. During that time, I was in an extremely bad mood,

and my projects were not progressing well. My colleagues took turns trying to cheer me up, and each time I forced a smile to

save face for them, but I only became more and more irritable inside. It was another weekend. I was busy in the office until 9 pm. I noticed that Halen still

hadn't texted me, so I got bored and went into Sina's chatroom. I spent half an hour chatting with a

girl and, as usual, managed to get her phone number. Then

, I shamelessly asked her to come out and meet me right away. After much coaxing and pleading, she finally agreed to meet. She asked me where we were meeting. I said, "Why are you still arguing?

How about we just go to my place?" She said she was worried that she wouldn't feel anything if she saw me. I told her righteously that girls like that

probably haven't even been born yet, and if she wanted to have fun, she shouldn't have so many reservations. She hesitated and said it would be better to meet in a public place first

. I said, "Okay, come find me at 'Born in the 70s' on Sanlitun South Street." When I arrived, I called her,

hung up, got up, rushed downstairs, and took a taxi straight to Sanlitun.

The music was lukewarm, the beer was lukewarm, and the conversation with the girl was lukewarm. I tried my best

to unleash my lecherous side in front of her, from dirty jokes and obscene games to erotic fortune telling,

but she only gave me occasional lukewarm responses. I finally ran out of ideas, and I wasn't willing to spend the weekend masturbating.

It was almost 1 a.m., and I had already downed five bottles of beer. I was starting to get impatient. This girl had an ice

queen aura, but based on past experience, if she really let loose, there might be a

volcano . Unfortunately, I was in terrible shape today. I squinted and whispered in her ear, "

Come on, how about we go home and sleep together?" The girl coldly... She smiled and said, "I'd better go home." I was a little annoyed

and said, "If you hate me, just say so. Why waste a beautiful weekend like this? Do you think this is fair to your little brother and sister

?" The girl gave me a look as sharp as an ice pick and said, "If I hated you, why would I have sat with you for so long? You're

the one who can't let go. You have something on your mind, right? It's better to go home and be alone. We can go out and have some fun together

when you're in a better mood. I'm leaving." She then got up and started to leave. I grabbed her clothes and said, "I do have something on my mind. Can I fuck

you?" The girl stared at me calmly and said, "Let go." Her gaze was as sharp as Dong Cunrui's and her image as imposing as

Liu Hulan's , making me tremble all over. I shook her off, trying to look nonchalant, and waved goodbye without giving her another glance.

A familiar bartender, oblivious to the situation, sidled up to me furtively and whispered, "What's wrong?

Who got you kicked by the number one pervert at JD.com today? Did you run into a ghost after walking too many dark roads?" I said, "Go away, go away! Aren't you annoyed enough? Go get me

a glass of ice water to sober up." For the first time, I felt disappointed in myself—no, utterly desperate. I couldn't tell if I

was playing with life or life was playing me. I gulped down the ice water, stood up, and decided to go home and get a good night's sleep,

working overtime the next two days. Turning around, I suddenly found an ice queen blocking my way. I froze for a moment, then

maliciously whispered in her ear, "Go home, it's hopeless. I'm the only lone bird left. If you want a threesome but

are too embarrassed to ask, I can help you negotiate with them." The girl stared intently at me, then suddenly

sighed said, "Come on, I'll keep you company today, but if you can't handle it, don't force yourself." A surge of joy welled up inside me. I

brazenly embraced the icy beauty and said, "Who said I'm holding back? You used to only go a few times a night at most. I

'll you set a new record!

" The icy beauty was clever; she saw through my restlessness and unease. But half the men in the world

clearly distinguish between their upper and lower bodies, and I happened to be

one of those exceptional individuals. However, I had to admit that my mood definitely affected my mood. I couldn't explain why, but that night, I acted like a gigolo

trying to make money off women, trying my best to be strong in front of a stranger. Eventually, the icy shell melted, and the volcanic nature of me erupted completely.

The icy beauty moved passionately against me, her snow-white body already slightly flushed. While mischievously

singing "oh-ye" to match her panting, I thought about how this delicious treat could be developed into a slightly more regular

meal . Afterwards, I hugged the nearly limp Iceberg and asked, "Didn't you think I wasn't feeling well today? Why did

you come back? Did you pity me?" Iceberg murmured, "Actually, we were in the same boat tonight. I just

wanted to be with someone I didn't dislike, and you felt the same way." I tentatively asked, "Weren't you heartbroken and..."

"Find a comfort man," Iceberg said, slapping my thigh. "Then I'll come to you if I want to do that, but you can't take

my money!" I was so angry I almost threw up. I grabbed Iceberg's chest and said, "Do you think I'm a professional? Oh, by the way,

I've given you a sweet new name: Lunch Box. From now on, you'll be my lunch box, okay? Haha!" Iceberg

rolled over and clung to me like an octopus, saying, "Then you have to sign a contract for a year first, otherwise I won't deliver!" I held

the half-asleep Iceberg, looking out the dark window, when suddenly a strange thought flashed through my mind: two men sharing

a bowl of lunch box—how could the woman possibly manage to cook it all?

Two years ago, at the company I worked for, my closest colleague, Lao Hei, once announced to us his discovery of

another great law of nature—the law of conservation of desire. This law states that desires maintain a totality;

when a person has sexual desire, their appetite will inevitably be low, and when their appetite is high, their sexual desire will inevitably decrease. Lao Hei excitedly

said that this was comparable to the law of conservation of energy, and that he wanted to apply for the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine. At the time, I

scoffed and said, "Damn it! The ancients had a saying, 'Warmth breeds lust.' You should go

and study more women for the Nobel Prize in Medicine. If you happen to discover another female orgasm point, we'll pool our money

to pay your travel expenses so you can apply. Maybe you'll even name that spot 'Black Spot,' haha, then you

'll be famous worldwide!" Old Hei is married, maintaining a balance amidst his various desires, while I, in the darkness

, let inexplicable longing violently defy the laws of nature. It's 10 PM on Sunday night; I've been lying motionless for

a whole day and night. Aside from smoking, drinking water, and going to the bathroom, I'm like a hibernating animal, my stomach protesting angrily,

my lower body yearning for nourishment. Iceberg left early yesterday morning, not only without treating me to breakfast, but also

drinking the last carton of breakfast milk in my fridge. I went to the office in a daze to work overtime, chatting with

girls surprisingly, nine out of ten said they didn't remember me. No wonder, lately I've been busy arranging my

work and dating Halen, habitually going invisible on QQ. Over time, it's normal that many girls I've only chatted with once

or twice have forgotten me.

Just as I was feeling depressed, the phone rang. Clinging to a naive hope, I reached for the receiver

, thinking, "It's Halen, it's Halen, it must be Halen!" The other person didn't speak, only soft breathing.

My heart pounded, and I asked, "Is that you?" Finally, they spoke. "It's me—not Halen,

it 's Iceberg!" I asked. "How did you get this phone number?" Iceberg said she used it

to call her own cell phone yesterday before leaving. I said, "Lunchbox girl, we're really on the same wavelength! How did you know I was hungry

again?" Iceberg burst into tears on the other end of the line, saying, "I'm coming to see you now, okay?" Even I, in my daze,

could guess that Iceberg wasn't coming to have fun, but the agonizing loneliness made me prefer

the hassle lying alone in my room, lost in thought. I said, "I haven't eaten yet, miss, why don't we

find somewhere to eat?"

Iceberg sat opposite me, silent, her eyes red and swollen, her face much heavier than yesterday. To lighten

the mood , I pretended to be silly and tried to cheer her up, saying, "Even if I'm as smart, handsome, gentle, and considerate as you are, I'm not worth you

being this moved. Besides, you called and I came to keep you company. Don't cry." Without looking up, Iceberg said, "Eat quickly,

I want to leave quickly." I asked where we were going, and Iceberg said anywhere was fine, as long as it was somewhere deserted.

That speechless, so I quickly buried my head in my food. After finishing my portion, I grabbed Iceberg's;

I was indeed hungry. Iceberg, head down, said, "I don't know if you're heartless or just pretending to be okay." I swallowed the last

bite and said, "Even if the sky falls, we still have to eat and make love. We can't go against the laws of nature, right?

" As soon as I got home and opened the door, Iceberg hugged me tightly from behind and said, "Don't turn on the light." I sighed and

said, "Miss, could you please let me close the door?" Iceberg leaned on my shoulder and started crying like a

mentally challenged child. Our neighbors, an elderly foreign couple, came out and looked on curiously. I told

them curtly in English that it wasn't domestic violence and there was no need to call the police, then casually closed the door. I thought Iceberg just wanted me to be a

loyal listener, so I gently told her that I wouldn't be surprised by anything she said and wouldn't tell anyone else. Iceberg hugged me,

sobbing, and said, "You're the first person I thought of. It's because you're just like me now. Don't tell me you don't

want to cry . In this world, only you and I can warm each other. Everyone else just pities me, but

I don't want anyone's pity." I said, "You're so pretty, there are tons of idiots licking your feet, I won't pity

you." She wasn't wrong; I was indeed in a similar state to her right now. But I absolutely wouldn't cry.

I haven't shed a tear in over ten years; maybe my tear ducts have atrophied. Besides, silently crying over matters between men and women

doesn't seem like my style. But loneliness and restlessness slowly accumulated in my heart. A girl like

Iceberg has the right to find a stranger's shoulder to lean on and cry. As for me, am I only able to go to the bathroom and hug the toilet to confide in

? Suddenly, I thought of Halen. Does she think of me now? Has she ever cried for me? She always seemed so unrestrained and happy in

front of , but behind that, is there also a sorrow and pain that I can't see?

I held Iceberg tightly, and we began to kiss. Her tears slid into my mouth. We started frantically

tearing at each other's clothes, whispering in each other's ears how much we loved each other, reciting all the vows of love we had made in

our . We both knew these words were the deepest

confessions hidden in our hearts. The one who should have heard them didn't, but the one who should have said them had at least said them. I held Iceberg tightly with all my might,

like . I knew that perhaps after tonight, we would never see each other again...

Iceberg flashed through my decadent life for less than 50 hours, appearing suddenly and disappearing just like

an unforgettable dream. Whether it's a beautiful dream or a nightmare, there's always an end to the dream, and life goes on afterward.

But my longing for Halen is like a shadow, silently following me whether I'm awake or asleep, making me restless and unable to eat or sleep. Counting

the days, it's my sister's wedding the day after tomorrow. We haven't spoken for half a month. I was sitting in

the hallway , lost in thought, a cigarette dangling from my lips, when Pudding burst in. Seeing me, he was overjoyed,

calling me "Brother" affectionately before plopping down next to me. After asking me some professional questions, I figured this

kid probably had something to say to me. I slapped Pudding on the back of the neck and said, "Hey kid, is there something you want to tell me?"

I said, "If you want to borrow money, just say so. I have a thousand here, but I know you'll be broke again by the end of the month.

How about we split the bill?" Pudding said, "Brother, I don't need the money right now. I wanted to tell you... I... I..." I said, "Damn it!" "Are you trying

to drive me crazy? Just spit it out already!" Pudding glanced at the stairwell entrance, hesitated, and then whispered to me with an extremely

lewd smile, "I moved in with Mary. Mary's

the chubby girl in the finance department nicknamed 'Meatball Girl,' she's silly and promiscuous, rumored to be a rare nudist in the country, the kind of woman

all want to have an affair with without anyone knowing. I once

suggested at a company party that Pudding ask her out for a midnight streak, and that guy still couldn't escape her gentle trap." Pudding then

proudly told me that he'd been feeding Meatball Girl until she was shiny and slick these past few days. I looked at Pudding closely; his beard was

neatly shaved, but his eyes were sunken, his face was pale, and his

already exhausted. I patted Pudding seriously and said, "Okay, to celebrate that you'll be eating a fixed set meal from now on,

how about I take you out for another wild meal tonight?" Pudding told me with some difficulty that I needed to save up for my "labor tax" (a euphemism for paying taxes)

, and that I was afraid it wouldn't work out, so I'd have to postpone it. Just then, a few colleagues came into the hallway to smoke and said, "Pudding, what are you doing here? Da Tou is looking for you."

Watching Pudding's slightly hunched back disappear behind the hallway door, I suddenly felt inexplicably better.

Tomorrow we're presenting the proposal to the client. This afternoon, my team did a project proposal rehearsal. The company's upper management is paying close

attention to our performance; apparently, a senior executive from the Greater China region will be taking a few minutes to listen. After

lunch , I took a colleague to the conference room to set up the equipment for the rehearsal. While we were busy, my phone rang. I

reached for it without thinking and suddenly realized it was Halen's number. I almost stopped breathing.

The girl was still playfully asking if I missed her. I said, "Of course I miss you! I'm going crazy thinking about you

! Have you been buying two pounds of Viagra lately to satisfy me every day? Otherwise, why haven't I heard from you at all?" She

said she could come out for a while around 4 PM and wanted to meet me near my company. I calculated the time;

the proposal rehearsal starts at 2 PM and should be finished in about an hour and a half. I told her to meet me at the

McDonald's in COFCO Plaza across from our company, and not to be late. After hanging up, I habitually

put away and turned to my colleague, saying, "Hurry up, we need to start on time at 2 PM."

Man proposes, God disposes. The entire conference room waited until 3 PM, but the high-ranking official still hadn't arrived. I

called the company driver, who said the flight was delayed and there was traffic, so it would probably be a while longer. I decisively waved my hand and said, "Let's begin,

" and started the rehearsal with the slides. By the time the important person arrived, I was

already

at the climax of my presentation. While everyone else respectfully greeted this still-voluptuous blonde woman, I impatiently whispered on the table, "Please be serious, everyone. This is a live-fire exercise, thank you." Because I was eager to finish, I spoke fluently and quickly. At the end, my boss

led the applause and asked me how I had performed so exceptionally well. I replied very seriously, "The woman I love is praying for me."

All the way, I frantically dialed Halen's number, telling her there had been a slight mishap, that I had just finished, and that I would be at McDonald's in a minute.

Then , I leaped down six steps and dashed out of the office building like the wind.

At the McDonald's entrance, my sister, dodging a shower of kisses on my face, said, "Let's

hurry, I have to go back soon." In the taxi, I noticed that the plastic bag in Halen's hand

seemed to be filled with vegetables, so I put my arm around her shoulder and quietly asked her if she was using grocery shopping as an excuse to go on a date with me. My sister

said yes, and that she could also use buying cigarettes as an excuse to go on a date with me after she got married. Longing for her made me feel a little unfamiliar with

my sister . I didn't touch her in the taxi as I usually did. Halen cupped my

head, looked into my eyes, and said, "You've lost weight." I said, "I haven't heard from you lately, and I've been getting married every night. I'm a bit exhausted,

how can I not lose weight?" My sister bit my neck like a little she-wolf and said, "You're not allowed to seduce other women anymore. You have to

save them all for me." I touched my neck and said, "What if I really want you someday and you can't come?" Halen

winked mischievously and said, "Then I'll take a nude photo for you to masturbate with."

As soon as we entered the house, my sister said, "Go take a shower first, I'll cook for you." I shamelessly said, "A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold

, why cook?" My sister said, "Ugh, hurry up or I'll get angry!" Then she pushed and coaxed me into the bathroom.

After showering, I began to slowly remove Halen's clothes from behind, as she was diligently working.

Halen, without turning her head, said, "Why are you still like a child? You can't take care of yourself at all. After I leave, tidy up

the room . If I see it so dirty and messy again, I won't talk to you anymore." I said, "What are you afraid of? You

'll clean it up for me anyway." My sister said, "I hate you. Can't you see I'm busy?" While saying this, she cooperated with my actions. I smiled mischievously and

told her in her ear that she had missed me so much that her right hand had developed calluses, while removing the last

piece of .

We couldn't cook the dishes. Even though we hadn't been together for over half a month, our understanding hadn't changed at all. Halen

whispered in my ear, panting, "Don't mess up her hair." This only drove me even crazier. Exhausted, Halen

hugged me and told me she was going to cook the dishes. I said it was okay, I'd do it myself after she left. My sister sighed softly and

said, "I just wanted to cook you a meal before we got married." I said, "Won't you cook for me in the future?" Halen said

that was for the future. Then she put a big t-shirt on me and went to the kitchen. I lit

a cigarette in a daze, listening to the spatula kissing happily in the kitchen, silently calculating how long this kind of life could last.

Halen didn't have time to eat the food she cooked for me, so I insisted on taking her downstairs to get a taxi. My sister asked

if her hair was messy and if she smelled of cooking oil. I took the opportunity to hug her and kiss her a few times, then assured her that besides my

scent, she didn't smell of cooking oil at all. My sister hugged me tightly and said that sometimes I really felt sorry for her. I took her

hand and said, "Then leave a mark on me." Then I put her hand on the right side of my neck. Halen

grabbed my head and kissed me on the spot I specified, leaving a big red mark. I touched the mark on my neck and said that if

I didn't see her before this mark disappeared, I would wait downstairs at her house and rape her. My sister sighed and said that things

would be much better after this busy period. Suddenly, a strange idea popped into my head: "Sister, how about I go to your wedding? Do

n't worry, I won't cause any trouble. I just want to see what kind of traitor he is." My sister said, "You really want to go?"

I calmly nodded and said, "I just want to see what a traitor looks like, and what you'd be like as a bride. Do I look like

the kind of crazy person who would do stupid things?" Halen laughed and said, "Okay, I'll call you and formally invite you. I

know you wouldn't do something like kidnapping or causing a wedding prank, because you wouldn't dare.

" The elevator driver, whom I knew well, saw that I was dressed in a sharp suit, my shoes were shiny, and my hair had been re-dyed.

She asked curiously if I was going on a blind date. I said, "You guessed wrong again, I'm going to see a play." The driver chuckled and

said, "You cultured people dress like this even to see a play." I said seriously, "Of course, it's not easy for actors to perform. This is

a way of showing respect to the actors." Yesterday's proposal was exceptionally successful, and the company expects to officially sign the contract next month. On

the way back to the company, my boss, an old man from Hong Kong, told me that if the contract is signed, I will be promoted to his

deputy. I said, "Damn it, you're messing with me again. Everyone knows that once you reach that seemingly upper-level

position, there's no overtime pay, and the extra salary won't even cover my taxi fare." The old man patted my shoulder and said, "

Young man, you need to think three steps ahead. When you're in my position, the benefits won't be just about subsidies

. Think long-term. How can you gain something in the future without losing something now?" I stared blankly out the car window,

thinking that what I was truly about to lose might be something I could never get back.

Halen and the traitor's wedding was held in a clubhouse in an upscale community. The traitor had somehow found

a group of fake Christians to impersonate priests. When I arrived, they were sparsely singing hymns.

I tossed a carefully prepared red envelope filled with 100 one-yuan bills at the reception desk, signed my English name, and

plunged into the crowd to watch the spectacle. Suddenly, the music blared, and a large crowd began to applaud.

The bride groom emerged from the dressing room. Perhaps due to makeup, the traitor was much better looking than in the photos, with rosy lips and white teeth.

Unfortunately, he was too short and had a rather large belly. If he were 180cm tall, his square jaw and large ears would have been quite a good match.

His sister leaned against him, looking blissfully happy, her snow-white mermaid wedding dress framing her delicate face. Seeing this,

my heart tightened. The imposter priests began the standard Christian wedding ceremony. I grabbed a girl next to me, who was considered unattractive

, and asked if the groom was a Christian. The girl enthusiastically told me... She and I didn't know either. I guess it's because Christian

wedding ceremonies are popular these days, and we were just trying something new. The bootleg priest started reciting formulaic questions. It felt like we were filming a

low-budget Hong Kong movie. Every time the traitor, all smiles and feigning elegance, answered, "I do," I

muttered maliciously

under my breath, "Yeah, right!" But every time I saw my sister happily and crisply answer, "I do," I felt something welling up in my eyes. The more she said it, the further away she seemed.

I overestimated my tolerance. Why did this traitor have to make this wedding so

pseudo-holy? If it were a typical, vulgar Chinese wedding with a bunch of people eating and drinking, I might have been

much !

The bootleg priest's performance ended, and the traitor, arm in arm with Halen, walked down what looked like a cheaply made synthetic red

carpet and started posing for the crowd. I reacted quickly, grabbing a large foam sprayer and launching my attack. I

aimed at the traitor's square face and pressed the spray button hard. Instantly, foam and flower petals flew everywhere, balloons accompanied by screams.

The traitor was sprayed until he looked like a statue in front of a KFC, still grinning with his mouth full of yellow teeth. I

seized the opportunity, diving to within two meters of the groom, and fired the last spray at him. Watching the traitor's mouth full of foam and

his miserable state , I felt as happy as a schoolboy who had just bullied the neighbor's Pekingese. The firepower was too strong! Halen

quickly threw the bouquet to escape. As a bunch of silly girls giggled and fought over the bouquet, the ugly girl behind me

asked furtively, "You're on the bride's side, right?" Without turning around, I said, "How did you know?" The ugly girl said shyly, "Seeing

how ruthless you were to the groom, even an idiot could guess!"

Holding a plate overflowing with desserts and salmon, mixed with a sour smell, I shamelessly thought about getting my

100 yuan red envelope back. A waitress came over with several glasses of water, asking if I wanted anything to drink.

With my mouth full of food, I mumbled, "Do you have XO?" The waitress apologized, saying she only had red wine. I asked what

brand it was, and she said it was Dragon Brand. I asked how much a bottle cost, and she finally said impatiently, "Sir, we

don't know. You should ask the host of the banquet." Watching her walk away resolutely, I

said to the ugly girl who had just walked over, "What the heck? Such a grand wedding, and no XO? The groom is so stingy!" The ugly girl

asked what friend I was to Halen, saying she'd never seen me before. I cautiously asked, "You are—" The ugly girl

said I was her college classmate. Looking over there, there were four of them, including me and Halen; we were roommates. I

glanced at the girls from afar; they all seemed to be struggling. Suddenly, I thought, "Oh my god, did Halen have plastic surgery?"

I turned back and smiled, saying, "I'm Halen." "My classmates from the Wall Street Language School," Ugly Girl said disappointedly—oh,

and shut her mouth.

Halen and the traitor started toasting the guests, and they were about to reach my side. I quickly swallowed the last piece of cake

in my mouth , took a glass of red wine from the waitress, and walked forward with a smile. My sister

and I were really in sync. I handed Halen a drink and said in a very江湖 (jianghu, meaning

a worldly or

江湖-like) manner, "Sister, why did you get married so early? It makes us lose all hope." The traitor didn't seem to realize that I was the one who had just made his mouth full of foam. Halen introduced me, saying, "This is my senior from Wall Street." The traitor politely asked me what industry I was in.

I pretended to be modest and said, "What industry? I used to be in the shit business." Seeing his somewhat clueless confusion, I added that it

meant Shanghai IT. Then I said, "Now I'm in Beijing. Beijingers are stupid and rich, easy to fool. Look, you've fooled such a

beautiful wife." The traitor awkwardly said, "You flatter me." I said, "Don't be modest. Be a good person. It's hard to be a good person.

" Everyone around laughed. The traitor adjusted his glasses, pretended to be tolerant, and pulled Halen away. My sister turned back and looked at

me, smiling meaningfully. I raised my glass, pursed my lips, and gave a small kiss.

Ugly Girl tugged at my hand and said, "Senior, are you trying to pick up Halen?" I glared at her and said,

"Of course! If you were a guy, wouldn't you want to? She's such a pretty girl!" Ugly Girl then called out to the other four girls, "Hey,

come here! See if he looks like Liu Chuanfeng!" A few bored girls swarmed around me, scrutinizing me like

gorillas . I said, "Hey, what are you looking at? Who do you think I look like?" Ugly Girl said, "You don't know!"

"Ah, you look a lot like Halen's boyfriend at school! Hey, are you from Guiyang? Is your surname Liu?"

My head started spinning. I said fiercely, "Don't say I look like so-and-so again, or I'll

tie you all up, rape you, and then kill you!" Several ugly girls exclaimed in unison, "Look, just as shameless as Liu Chuanfeng!"

It's been a week since Halen's wedding ended, and we haven't seen each other since, but we've been exchanging text messages frequently

. I've started preparing the second proposal for the case with my brothers. Several times I asked to go on dates with

the girls , but she said the traitor had taken a week of wedding leave to be with her, and it wasn't convenient for her lately. I started calling Halen

"Lunchbox Girl," and she gave me a nickname too, "Second Master." I said, "You're keeping Second Master, but you don't even give me a living allowance," but she said, "She

can still cook for me, what more could I want?" I once cautiously asked about that guy named Liu Chuanfeng, but Halen

seemed unwilling to talk about it, only telling me that she had dated that guy for two years, and that's how she lost her virginity.

The last time I talked about him, my sister texted me, "You're not as good as him; you can't afford to play the game like him." I

stared blankly for a long time after receiving that message, then decided to get up and go to the bathroom to take a good look in the mirror… My best friend

from university, Lao Pei, who lives in Shanghai, is getting married. On the phone, he told me he wouldn't take a single penny of my red envelope

, but if I didn't show up, our friendship would be over. Lao Pei's wife is also from our university,

two years below us. I played a lot of tricks on him when he was pursuing her. Back then, I was basically still an innocent

kid. Seven years have passed since graduation, and those innocent memories have

faded like outdated clothes, only occasionally revisited when I'm feeling nostalgic, and eventually likely to be completely thrown into the trash.

The last time I saw Lao Pei, he was still indignantly complaining that his wife was now lazy, greedy, and ugly, a

"yellow-faced woman He also mentioned a young woman from the same company who adored him, but in the end, she couldn't

escape this "yellow-faced woman's" clutches. Thinking about this, I felt a little smug and immediately promised Lao Pei that

I would show up even if it rained knives.

The day before the second proposal, we worked through the night. I scrutinized every detail of the proposal,

and my team put in their last bit of effort to check and refine every document we needed to submit. At 6 a.m.

, after I felt everything was okay, I called all my brothers to a meeting in the conference room and told them that if we won

this client, I would negotiate with upper management for a raise for our entire team. The brothers

, their eyes bulging from staying up all night, shouted their support for their boss, making the cleaning lady think someone had died in the conference room.

After the encouragement, I told everyone to go home, shower, and change, and meet at the company at noon. On the taxi ride home,

I received a text message from Halen saying she missed me and wanted me to call her back after I woke up. I was

wide awake and immediately texted her back, asking if it was a convenient time to talk. My sister called instantly,

telling me that the traitor had taken an early morning flight to Shanghai, and after finishing his business, he would fly directly to Japan for a business trip that would take more than ten days. I

leered and said, "Can we meet tonight?" Halen said, "The moon must be rising in the west! You're

rushing to work so early today." I said, "Miss, I'm just getting off work and heading home." Halen on the other end of the phone said in an uncompromising tone, "

Then wait for me, I'm coming right now!"

Perhaps thinking about the afternoon's proposal, I didn't act like a scoundrel when I held my sister in bed. My sister

pouted and asked if I was ashamed that she was a married woman. I said, "Of course not, I have something important to do this afternoon and need to conserve my

energy." My sister laughed and said, "I've never seen a scoundrel like you who can still get things done." I said, "I have no choice, I need to eat and

live . That's what they call being caught in the web of life, not being able to control your own destiny." My sister asked if I could give up my career for her if she weren't married

. I said, "You're already married, why are you asking me now?" My sister pinched me while saying domineeringly, "I'm asking you, so tell me already!"

I hugged my sister tightly, mimicking a line from a Taiwanese drama, and said, "If it were really like that,

I'd give up everything for you except my parents!" My sister looked into my eyes and said, "I'm asking you seriously, so you have to

answer .

" I stopped grinning, looked into her eyes, and said, word by word, "If it were really like that,

I'd give up everything for you except for Mom and Dad!"

Early autumn is the best time to spend outdoors in Beijing. After the afternoon presentation, I was so excited that I completely

forgot I hadn't slept for 36 hours. Halen had been waiting for me at Oriental Plaza while I was presenting.

Afterwards, the big shots left first, and I said I'd treat the underlings to Pizza Hut as a reward. My sister, hiding far away

to make sure Pudding wasn't among our group, happily joined us.

The underlings looked at Halen, respectfully calling her "sister-in-law," their mouths watering. My vanity was

once again aroused by my sister's beauty and charm. Listening to my underlings chattering and demanding I

bring Halen to the next company gathering, I said sternly, "You bunch of bastards, are you trying to steal my girlfriend? I'm warning you, don't you dare go back to

the company these bastards kept spreading nonsense to Halen, saying I'd

had affairs with 50% of the female colleagues

in the company, and that I should keep a close eye on them. The girl blushed and said it was okay, that if I found out even once, she'd get revenge ten times over! The underlings all declared they were willing to help their "sister-in-law" teach their "big brother" a lesson, etc. I angrily

wiped the salad dressing from the girl's mouth and said, "Stop laughing, or your mouth will stretch and the taste won't be right tonight."

After we parted, we strolled hand-in-hand in Wangfujing. I asked Halen why she liked me, if it was because I

looked like that bastard surnamed Liu. Halen said that was true at first, but not anymore; I had already taken up

a place in her heart. I asked how big it was. She said, "How about I leave my left atrium open for you to live in?" I asked how many seats that

traitor had, and my sister laughed, saying he just slept on the floor outside. I said, "Great! Who else

will compete with me for space? Where does that guy surnamed Liu live?" Halen said, "He doesn't live here. He just comes to

drop by , and he's coming less and less. One day, he won't come anymore." I said, "Is it that you're driving him away

, or does he just not want to come anymore?" My sister took my hand, looked at the ground, and

said casually, "What difference does it make? He won't be staying there anymore anyway." I turned and hugged my sister tightly, kissing

her forehead, but I couldn't say anything to express myself. Finally, I could only imitate

the tone and say, "It's just that we met too late, fate is cruel!"

My sister said that sometimes she really wanted to harden her heart and never see me again, but she could never help it, saying that I was too pitiful.

"What's so pitiful about me being happy?" my sister said. "I'm alone in Beijing. Even though I have everything, my place

feels like a migrant worker's home. And I'm always hungry, it's heartbreaking to think about." I said

, "Most out-of-town guys in Beijing are like that." My sister said, "But most of them have a girlfriend to take care of them. You don't. How about I introduce you to a

decent girlfriend?" I said, "Not one of your dorm mates. If I were to sleep with someone like that, I'd have to drink

a couple of ounces of liquor first, then turn off the lights. Wouldn't that be exhausting?" Halen said, "You're like that, and you're not getting any younger.

How around?" I said, "I'm willing. Before I'm thirty, you're enough for me. After thirty, I'll marry a docile country girl

, wash dishes, cook, and take care of the kids. I've already planned it all out, you don't need to worry." My sister asked, "What if I'm old and ugly? Will you still

want to see me?" I sighed and said, "Why do young girls always want to hear nice things? Think about it, we're so good together now

, how could I say no? If you really want to know, wait until you're old and ugly." Halen pouted and said, "You

bad guy , you won't even say a nice thing to me. I'd rather not marry you than marry you now." I quickly hugged

my sister tightly and said, "Even if you get sex reassignment surgery, I'll still be gay with you, okay?!"

I said I might need to take a couple of days off to attend a friend's wedding in Shanghai. My sister tugged at my collar and said, "Then take

me with you." I said, "Aren't you afraid of being checked by traitors at night?" My sister said, "I'll just tell him I'm feeling down and sign up for a tour

." Suddenly, I felt like the half-dark street was bathed in sunlight. I hoisted Halen onto my shoulder, ignoring my sister's

yelling and pounding on my shoulder, and shouted loudly in Henan dialect: "This girl is something else! Take her to Shanghai and she'll fetch a high price!"

My sister said that the traitor had acquaintances at the airport and that there would be a record of his flight, so we bought train tickets. This

was my first time enjoying a soft sleeper, and it was a two-person compartment.

Once the door was closed, it was pure private time for just the two of us. Halen asked a little shyly if we should wait until the lights were turned off before closing the door. I said, "You're absolutely right.

It would be best the traitor had acquaintances on the train too, and they could see us being affectionate. That way, I could

openly and legitimately confront the traitor." As soon as my sister heard this, she immediately jumped out of bed and closed the door herself.

As soon as the train left Beijing Station, my sister snuggled into my arms, pinched my nose, and asked if I had planned to

do something naughty and that's why I deliberately bought the soft sleeper ticket. I said, "Honestly, the hard sleeper tickets were all sold out." My sister laughed and said, "Then let's just sleep peacefully

tonight , since you don't want to anyway." I said, "No way! Even God is forcing us to do something naughty,

it's fate, you know? If we behave today, that would be defying God, and the train might derail and cause an accident. For the sake of everyone's

happiness, we must make love tonight, and even exceed our usual standards." Even so, before the lights went out,

we really didn't... Feeling safe, my sister nestled softly in my arms and asked if she ever got tired of making love with me.

I said, "When we're together, can't we do anything else besides making love?" My sister said, "What else can we

do? You always try to take my clothes off as soon as you see me." I said, "How about we practice English together when we get back? That way we

can have something serious to do together, okay?" My sister gently pinched my ear and said, "I want you to go shopping with me when you have time.

After I go to work, I want you to take me home." I stroked my sister's hair and said, "It's a good thing you're not my sister, otherwise

I would definitely commit incest."

Perhaps it was the intense relaxation after the tension that made me fall asleep. When I woke up, it was already midnight.

My sister kissed me and said she couldn't bear to bother me while I was sleeping. I said, "Welcome to have some fun, no charge."

Halen, while undressing me, said, "It's been a long time since you've left me a mark." I said, "I'm meeting a bunch of classmates tomorrow

, so don't embarrass me." My sister said, "No way, I have to let them know you're mine." Without saying a word, she kissed me on

the right side of I rolled over and pinned my sister down, saying, "Then I'll leave you a mark too." My sister

played along, giggling and saying, "No, you want to kill me?" I teased, "Didn't you notice that

the skin on your lower abdomen is much better than the rest of your body? That's my mark, haha." My sister breathed softly and said, "You're so naughty." I

suddenly stopped and said seriously, "Well, it's good that I'm reforming now, okay?" My sister punched me hard and said, "You're so annoying!"

We didn't sleep until dawn. When we walked out of Shanghai Station, my sister said, "Let's buy soft sleeper tickets again when we go back,

okay?"

Old Pei's wedding was incredibly tacky and unoriginal. We, a group of college classmates, exhausted them so much they

probably didn't have the energy to consummate the marriage. But these days, who does "that" on their wedding night? Everyone saves their energy

for counting red envelopes in the bridal chamber. By evening, Old Pei and his wife were both exhausted. A few of my

close buddies suggested we go to a bar to catch up, so we split up and took taxis to Xintiandi.

Shanghai nights are more alluring than Beijing nights, but less carefree. We sat around an outdoor table

. Come to think of it, I'm the only one who hasn't had a girlfriend in all these years. Everyone started paying attention

to me and Halen. The former class beauty said, "I can't believe the little brother has grown up so much! Time really flies."

I laughed and said, "Who told you to be so focused on that idiot from the management department and ignore me back then? Otherwise, you wouldn't be making these sentimental remarks now

." The prettiest girl in class spoke to Halen in an older sisterly tone, saying he was just a child who never grew up. She said he

was always sharp-tongued but soft-hearted back in school, and that Halen must have suffered a lot with him, but he was definitely very good to her. The others

chimed in, saying that although he was a bit careless, he was very loyal and devoted to girls. I think I

've changed a lot in the past few years, to the point that my old friends don't recognize me anymore; their opinions of me are still stuck seven

years . I secretly glanced at Halen. She seemed to accept all the compliments from her older brothers and sisters, her face

beaming as if they were

talking

about herself. I suddenly realized that I hadn't pursued any girls since the "iceberg" incident. Was it because subconsciously I already considered having a relationship with any woman other than Halen as a betrayal? Like the prettiest girl desperately trying to hold onto her fleeting youth, I was desperately clinging to this seemingly ridiculous

so-called love. That night, I began to truly fear the day I would lose Halen, even though

I had mentally prepared myself.

My older siblings asked when we were getting married, and I said we secretly got married a long time ago because we were afraid of spending money on a banquet.

My younger sister then said that our relationship was breaking down and we were about to divorce. My old roommate, Da Gang, said that we looked like an old married couple

, with such perfect coordination, we must have been living together for years. My sister corrected me, saying that we were only semi-cohabiting, and that I hadn't even passed my probation

period yet. I retorted that we shouldn't forget that talent mobility is a two-way selection process these days, and I was still considering whether I should continue working there.

My sister bit me hard in front of everyone, saying, "Don't forget the economy's bad right now; changing jobs isn't easy."

I yelled back, "And don't forget hiring new employees costs more than extracting the remaining value from existing ones." The

two of us, being such a goofballs, made everyone laugh, saying they hadn't had this much fun in a long time. But I was secretly saddened, fearing I'd

never get a permanent position.

Suddenly, my sister started speaking loudly to me in English. I impatiently said, "I know your English is good, but there are a bunch of Chinese

people here, don't try to sell yourself." My sister flirtatiously leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Look at those Japanese guys in

suits . Be careful not to let them notice; they're my husband's colleagues.

They were at my wedding, and they're watching me. Be a little bold with me, but don't make it too obvious." I was momentarily flustered, instinctively

reaching out to hook my sister's chin, trying to put on a lewd grin. My sister started flirting with me exaggeratedly,

then told me in English to pretend to chase her away. Because of my nervousness, it took me several tries to understand what my sister

meant, so I pretended to be impatient and waved my hand. My sister stood up dramatically, exuding a flirtatious air I had never

seen , and walked towards those people. I watched coldly as she chatted with those Japanese guys in English,

explaining to my older siblings that she had met some clients. Everyone said, "Not bad, not bad, she must work for a big company

and have clients in Shanghai." I said she was from a consulting firm with clients all over the country, and we should continue our conversation and ignore her.

I was annoyed and didn't listen to a word they were saying. When I looked again, Halen had disappeared, and those

Japanese guys were engrossed in drinking and chatting, no longer paying attention to our table. I wondered what would happen to my sister if something went wrong.

She hadn't even been married for two weeks. As I was thinking, my phone received a text message. I secretly glanced at it and saw it was from my sister. She said

she was going back to the hotel first and told me to stay as late as possible. I covered for my sister again, saying she didn't want her clients

to see her staying out late and had to leave early. Everyone sighed, saying it's not easy working in a big company; maintaining a professional image means losing your

freedom . I said, "That's right, that's right, let's keep having fun." Another hour passed, feeling like we were sitting on pins and needles

. Everyone was tired and said we should leave now and meet up again another time. I quickly hailed a taxi to the hotel, and on the way,

I couldn't wait to call my sister to ask how things went. My sister said on the other end of the phone, "How was it

? Did I look like a high-class prostitute? They all said I looked exactly like a lady they knew, and they even gestured and compared me."

I asked, "And in the end?" My sister said, "In the end, they said I was prettier than the lady they knew." I said, "Of course! I asked you how you got rid of them

in the end My sister said smugly, "You know how stingy the Japanese are. Just asking for a day's price

scared them away; they didn't even dare call me." I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Honey, you scared me. Get

clean wait for me." My sister said, "No, no, I want you to come back and take a bath with me!"

The taxi took Halen and me, leaving Beijing Railway Station behind. My sister closed her eyes in my arms.

These past two days, we'd slept in the hotel during the day and spent the nights in Shanghai's various nightclubs, completely

messing up I was okay, but Halen was exhausted. I told him I'd definitely have a ton of work at the company today, so he

should go home and rest. As soon as

my sister came in, she said, "You look tired too. I'll make you something to eat. Lie down for a bit, I

'll wake you up when I feed you." Then she went to the kitchen. I sprawled on the sofa, carefully looking at

the wedding photo of my sister and Han Jian hanging in the center of the living room, and yelled towards the kitchen, "Where did you get this cheap photo taken? Look, look! Your husband

still has a leek leaf stuck in his teeth! And the makeup is so unprofessional, the belt's bulging out his waist fat!"

My sister yelled from the kitchen, "Pah! If you're uncomfortable looking at it, don't talk so much nonsense. If you want to take a picture with me, I'll put it away

to avoid embarrassment!" Watching me devour the egg and instant noodles like a starving ghost, my sister kept swatting my hand, saying, "Slow down, slow down!

Nobody's going to take it from you. How can your stomach be okay like this?" I retorted, "What am I saying? I'm just cutting back on unnecessary time. Can't I spend more

time with you... you know...?" As we left, my sister hugged me, nibbled on my earlobe, and whispered, "Darling

, no matter how busy you are, you have to think of me." My heart skipped a beat. It was the first time Halen had called me "darling."

I wanted to say something, but my throat tightened, and in the end, I just gently kissed my sister's cheek.

As soon as I entered the company, the receptionist told me my boss wanted me to go directly to him. While wondering if he was really

going to promote me, I knocked on the door of the old man from Hong Kong's office. The old man looked at me with a serious expression and said, "Sit down." He

then closed the door behind him and plopped down next to me. Seeing the situation, I figured my promotion was probably off the table,

so I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Boss, don't try to comfort me. I didn't want to be in that 'volcano' anyway.

It's no big deal. Just give me and the rest of my team a raise during the performance review, and we'll be happy.

We can chip in and find you a prostitute." The old man didn't laugh. Instead, he casually picked up a fax from the table and handed it to me.

I took it and saw it was a notification from the Shanghai headquarters about my promotion. I was completely confused. Looking at the old man's serious

face, I couldn't figure out what he meant. The old man said in a voice only I could hear, "I have a

suggestion for you. Do you want it?" I said, "Boss, just get straight to the point. You know my IQ is

below The old man looked around and whispered, "Do you want to sit in my position?" I wondered if I'd

misheard, but quickly replied, "I've been dreaming about it! But I hope it's you who recommended me to the general manager for this promotion."

The old man burst into laughter, saying, "I've never made a mistake hiring you. It's true." I said, "I don't think anyone in the company

gets promoted twice in a row, especially for us inland employees." The old man lowered his voice and said, "I don't think I mentioned this

company. I hope you'll continue as before. In 40 days, you need to find a way to bring your entire team with

me to xxxx." Hearing this, I almost jumped out of my throat. xxxx is our company's biggest

competitor , usually in specialized... The two companies frequently hire shills from the media to smear each other in industry publications. To be honest, I

think our business department is far inferior to theirs, but our technical department is undeniably number one in the industry. I never

imagined that a nobody like me would be poached. The old man said, "Keep this a secret. Use

some tactics on your team. I don't need to teach you that, do I?" I said, "No problem, this is a big deal. Give me some time to

think of specific methods." The old man then said, "I'll be leaving this company next month. You can submit your resignation in 10 days

." I said, "I understand. I'll go now. Let's meet at Coffee Republic sometime."

I immediately went to the hallway to call Halen and tell her the news. My sister was even happier than I was, saying...

I knew you must be amazing. How about we celebrate tonight? I said, "Of course!" "How are you going

to reward me for being so great?" My sister thought for a long time on the other end of the phone and said, "How about we go to a bar? I

want to drink a 70s-style special drink." I said, "No problem, baby. I wouldn't mind if you drank ten drinks tonight. Okay, go rest now.

Wait, give me a kiss." "Why is your voice so soft, like a mosquito bite? Louder!!"

Thinking about it, I rarely go to bars unless it's the weekend. We both drank quite a bit tonight. When we left the bar

, my sister was almost unable to walk. She clung to me tightly in the street. I was still a little sober and gently

pushed her away

, saying, "Let's stand to the side, don't block the way." My sister shook her head against my chest, hugging me even tighter without a sound. In the darkness, I felt my shirt was soaked—my sister was crying. I cupped

her head, gently kissed her cheek, and swallowed her tears little by little. My sister asked me if I would still miss her if she really disappeared from my life one day

. I gently told her that I had reserved my left atrium and left ventricle for her

, that I would give her the whole apartment for free, that I would keep it empty for her wherever she went, and that I would never let anyone else live there,

okay? My sister's tears flowed like blood from a ruptured artery, large, warm streaks running down my face,

neck, and shoulders. I couldn't say anything to comfort us either. My sister stood on tiptoe, put

her mouth close to my ear, and shouted in a voice loud enough to deafen me—I love you, I love you, I

love you, I love you, loving you is loving you!!

My sleeping sister was incredibly cute in the night, clinging to me tightly as if afraid I'd vanish into thin air. Her long

eyelashes fluttered, and I wondered what she was dreaming about. There were probably over twenty cigarette butts in the ashtray, so I lit

another one, my eyes unfocused as I stared into the darkness ahead, wondering how things would end between Halen and me.

Would things fade, until we eventually stopped seeing each other, or would one of us finally make the painful decision to cut ties with the other?

Or would it be that one day we both lose our passion, she decides to settle down, and I decide to find a serious girlfriend to

marry said that pressured love can easily lead people astray, and when the pressure disappears, the love

ends. If my sister really leaves the traitor, can we continue? My thoughts were like a boiling pot

of paste, the more I stirred, the more confused I became. Finally, I seem to remember having an absurd thought—if I died,

I might be the person my sister loved most in her life. Think about it, when you're no longer in this world, how many

women will still cry when they think of you?

That night, I kept having strange dreams. One moment I was going to work naked, and my sister became my

colleague. She actually reported me for being mentally ill. The police, wearing the kind of white suits worn by traitors at my sister's wedding, came to

talk to me, telling me to stop interfering with other people's lives or they would lock me up at the Beijing Aquarium. Another moment I was waiting for

a plane with my sister, but the airport had been changed to Chang'an Avenue. There was a dilapidated bus that had been converted into a plane, and

my sister and I had a huge argument about whether or not to take this crappy plane. I spent the whole night in a daze, and finally I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I looked at the clock; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. My sister wasn't beside me. I listened to the sounds from the kitchen; she was

preparing .

I ate the porridge and toast my sister made while she picked up my dirty clothes one by one and threw them into

the washing machine , all the while complaining, "Why don't you ever learn to take care of yourself? Only I could do that. If it were anyone else, seeing

you like this, who would want to do 'that' with a construction worker?" After dinner, she took a new tie from her purse and tied it for

me, saying she'd been too busy drinking and having fun yesterday to remember my gift. She added, "You're going to be a high-level white-collar worker soon

, don't be so carefree, pay attention to your image." While I was cuddling her and taking advantage of her, I said, "You have terrible

taste should have waited for me. I'm a real catch, I'll definitely be better than a traitor in the future.

You must regret marrying so early." She pushed the knot of the tie under my collar and said quietly, "I'm really afraid you'll complain that I'm impossible to shake off

later !"

Although I don't have a private office yet, my seat has been moved to the window, and my desk is

twice the size of my old one. Ideally, it's difficult for anyone to see my computer screen, which makes it easy for me

to do some shady things during work hours. But now I spend more time daydreaming, since I don't have any new work to do

anyway . The mysterious disappearance of the Hong Kong guy has sparked a lot of discussion among my colleagues, with some even

saying that I was promoted too quickly and ousted him. I never commented on it and continued to play dumb. The big boss had a talk with me

, basically saying that the Hong Kong guy had resigned due to family reasons, and I would temporarily

take over . He also said he didn't plan to find me a direct supervisor before the start of the next fiscal year. Finally, the big boss

said meaningfully, "Now the whole Greater China region knows about you. You need to perform well. The company is implementing

localization of senior management; there will be many opportunities." I nodded while thinking about what reason to give in my resignation letter!

After lunch, I leisurely gazed out the window, a half-lit cigarette dangling from my lips, pondering

where to go with Halen that evening. My phone rang. I glanced at the number; it was unfamiliar. I answered casually, but there was no

sound . I shouted "Hello? Hello?" a few times, but the other person hung up. I grabbed the landline on the table and dialed.

The voice on the other end sounded familiar. I asked, "Who is this? What do you want?" The person on the other end thought for a moment and said, "You know Halen, right?"

At that moment, my pulse must have stopped. I recognized the voice of the traitor. I forced myself to remain calm and replied, "

Of course I know her, we're very close. Who are you?" The traitor said, "I want to see you and talk to you." I said, "What do we have to talk about?

There's no need for that!" The traitor said, "I'm Halen's husband. I must talk to you." I steeled myself and said coolly, "Okay,

you decide the time and place." The traitor said, "Let's meet at 7 pm tonight at the Starbucks downstairs in Fenglian." I said, "Sure, you

know me anyway, let's meet then." The traitor exclaimed in surprise, "I know you?" I ignored him and quickly hung up. After thinking for a moment,

I immediately sent my sister a text message: "Funny, your husband actually wants to talk to me." I thought this text message was enough to

tell my sister the seriousness of the situation and prepare her. After a while, my sister replied: "He

shouldn't know your number. You are my senior brother!!! Senior brother!!!" After a while, my sister sent another text message

: "He didn't tell me he went back to Beijing." My text message to my sister was: "Resist and be severely punished. Go home for the New Year. Please

rest assured, organization!!"

Perhaps because we were uneasy, my sister and I didn't even make a phone call in this situation that required discussion.

We formed a defensive alliance through text messages, divided the severity of the situation into several levels, and discussed the corresponding measures.

I asked my sister what to do in the worst-case scenario, and she said, "Then you can come to

my building tomorrow morning and collect my body." I replied, "If that's the case, why don't you come with me?" The last text she sent me was, "

Clear your name off. Don't worry, he won't do anything to me!"

After worrying and being scared all afternoon, I was a little numb. What could possibly happen? Just yelling, arguing, or

at worst, a one-on-one fight at Starbucks. Who's afraid of who? I went home, changed my clothes, put on

my workout clothes and running shoes, and then grabbed a short aluminum stick and tucked it into my waistband. Looking in the mirror, I said to myself,

"Finally, I can fight for a woman!" When I paid the taxi driver, I saw the traitor already at the door

, frequently checking his watch. I got out and went straight over, saying, "You were looking for me? I'm here." The traitor, seeing it was me, adjusted his glasses and said, "I

knew it was you." I said, "Let's talk quickly, I have an appointment

.

" The traitor said, "Let's sit down and talk. Don't worry, I won't waste your time." After sitting down, I coldly watched the traitor buy two cups of coffee and start texting a girl I'd been distant from for a long time, to show my impatience and indifference. The traitor, sitting across from me, politely

said, "You and my wife are too close. I'm here today hoping you'll stay

away from !

" I glanced at him coldly and said, "Before you married Halen, I was somewhat interested in her. After she married you

, I moved on. Don't think your wife is some kind of heartthrob." The traitor took a sip of coffee and calmly said, "

I'm not here to listen to your nonsense. Don't rush, take a look at this first." He then took a roll of paper from

his briefcase and handed it to me. I took it and saw it was Halen's phone call log from last month.

Almost half the numbers were mine. My heart skipped a beat, and I nearly collapsed. I had no idea what

this twisted Japanese lackey knew. I knew I couldn't back down now; backing down would hurt both of

us. I immediately looked up at the traitor with disdain and said, "What's this? My wife and I are good friends. Can't we call each other every day

to say hello?" The traitor adjusted his glasses and grinned maliciously, saying, "The problem is she's married to me

. This kind of abnormal friendship should be over." I sneered, "She's not

your pet cat or dog. She has the freedom to make friends and can judge their worth. Why worry so much? You

might as divorce her and let a man like me, who's more suitable for her, have a better chance." Suddenly, half a cup of coffee was splashed in

my face. The traitor stood up and said, "I'm not here to listen to your lecture. I'm here to warn you, kid,

don't touch my wife again." I smiled and licked my lips, saying, "Next time, please buy a more expensive cup to throw at me, don't be so

cowardly and throw the cheapest coffee of the day." Seeing the traitor's square face turning into a triangle of anger, I didn't say anything more and

turned to leave Starbucks.

After leaving, I sent my sister a few text messages, telling her the general situation. She didn't reply to any of them. I

guessed she should be mentally prepared. I sighed, thinking, "What a messed up September!"

But it seemed the situation wasn't too bad. The traitor probably didn't know there was more to our relationship.

But it seems there aren't many honest people like that anymore. These days, everyone in this situation only thinks the worst. I wonder

what kind of questioning Halen will face. Suddenly, I had a thought: why not wander around their house and listen to what's going on?

I was really worried about my sister, so I immediately hailed a taxi and went straight to Halen and the traitor's house.

That night, I lingered suspiciously in that neighborhood until after midnight, smoking two packs of cigarettes and drinking several bottles

of Coke . I went upstairs and pressed my ear to the door more than ten times to listen for any sounds. Aside from the television

, there was nothing else inside. The traitor and my sister didn't seem to be arguing; they barely even spoke. This only made me more uneasy.

Finally, after all their lights went out, I stealthily eavesdropped one last time before finally returning

home alone . It seemed I wouldn't be able to relax tonight. I wondered what this perverted traitor would do to

my sister. Lying on the floor, I wanted to send my sister a text message telling her that if the traitor wanted to divorce her, I would definitely

marry her. Even though I'm a scoundrel, I'm still a scoundrel who loves her.

For three days in a row, Halen seemed to have vanished from Beijing. Her phone was off, and no one answered the home phone. I

loitered outside Halen's building for three consecutive nights, hoping she would come out to buy something, but to no

avail. I don't know how the traitor treated her in the end, and it's making me feel terrible day and night. I can't sit still or lie down, and I don't even have the energy to take care of

myself. These past few days, I've really made myself look like a migrant worker. The receptionist at the company

even laughed at me for growing a beard and acting all high and mighty after my promotion. I just smiled bitterly and remained silent, using an overly sexually harassing gesture to scare her off.

I need to continue developing new clients and working on proposals, and I need to carefully maintain relationships with old clients. Fortunately, I'm in a high-level position where I spend

more time in meetings than actually working, so my bad mood hasn't affected my work efficiency. I was supposed to submit my resignation this week,

but now everything is in chaos. I don't want to do anything; all I can think about is how to safely see

my sister .

On the fourth day, after lunch, I looked up the traitor's company number in directory assistance and had

one of my quick-thinking underlings call him to promote some hotel membership card to see if he was at the office.

After overcoming numerous obstacles and confirming that the traitor was indeed at work, I rushed downstairs, hailed a taxi, and

headed straight for my sister's house. As soon as I got upstairs, I pounded on the door. I heard my sister inside asking who it was, then running to open it.

My heart immediately relaxed a lot. As soon as she opened the door, I slipped inside, grabbed her face, and

only closed the door after carefully checking that she hadn't been assaulted. We silently stopped by a

window , embraced, and kissed passionately. I bit her earlobe and asked, "How was it? He didn't torment you, did he?"

My sister slipped her hand inside my clothes, stroking my back, and said, "He didn't ask anything when he came back, and he didn't tell me he

went to see you." I stopped our kiss. I asked seriously, "Is it true? Is he really that well-mannered?" My sister

sighed and said, "You're so smart. Actually, he arranged everything before coming to see you. Things might be

worse than you think." My heart jumped again. I asked cautiously, "I wish he wanted a divorce. He doesn't want you,

but I do." My sister shook her head and said, "He won't let me off so easily. Have you come to see me these past few days?"

I said, "Of course! If I don't see you again, I'll go find a traitor and fight him, even if I don't call the police! Tell me ,

what did he do to you?"

My sister didn't answer me. Instead, she started to nudge me with her hand and whispered in my ear, "I miss you so much."

I really wanted to see you. I was also going crazy missing my sister, and I started to respond to her without any restraint. My sister,

panting softly pulled the curtains shut, leaving only a sliver of light. We took turns watching outside the window and began

to make love wildly by the window. I had heard before that sex is more exciting in tense situations than usual, and it was certainly true. Although

it was short and rushed, we both found immense satisfaction in those ten-odd minutes. Unfortunately, I had to

keep an eye on the entrance to the neighborhood, and at one point, I even started thinking that the traitor would never expect me to be so audacious as to

come to their house now. After we finished, my sister held me tightly and wouldn't let go, asking me if I would want her if she really left the traitor

. I said that whenever you and the traitor get a divorce, I'll get married to you the next day. Anyway, I'm 27,

which is already considered late for marriage. My sister turned around and touched my face, saying that she wished she had met me sooner. I smiled mischievously and said that if I

had met her sooner, she would definitely have dumped me. I always leave evidence, and you might have caught me cheating one day. My sister

said that if you weren't mischievous, you wouldn't be so cute. I told her we needed to be more careful from now on. My sister said the situation was

still unclear; the traitor's mother was coming over in a few days, and he had taken her ID card and passport under some pretext

. Knowing his style, he was bound to do something, but he wouldn't say anything when questioned. He'd also

been checking her phone every day. I said it was okay, there's always a way to deal with things. Let's see what he can do. At least promise

me you won't let this jerk ruin your life. My sister looked at me and said, "I'm really thinking about how I can

get married again, to marry you, you bastard."

The autumn midnight should have been peaceful, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything. Thinking about Halen

whispering sweet nothings in the traitor's ear, I suddenly understood what the hatred of having one's wife stolen meant, to the point that I forgot

I was just an adulterer. It was already eleven o'clock, and I still didn't want to go home. I started to fear the time without my

sister ; loneliness, like high-purity sulfuric acid, began to corrode my strength. As if possessed, I wandered

back to the "Born in the 70s" bar on Sanlitun South Street. After downing a bottle of beer, I desperately wanted to chat with someone.

I took out my phone and called a few

of my buddies one by one, but they were either asleep or calling me crazy. The last one was even more outrageous, telling me to find a prostitute to keep me company, and he'd reimburse me for the expense tomorrow. Lately, I've been

enjoying , so my dating skills and intuition have probably plummeted. Even though I just wanted to talk to someone today,

after looking around for a while, I still couldn't find anyone to chat with as easily as usual.

It was almost one o'clock, and remembering I had to work tomorrow, I downed the last of my beer and got up to

go home to sleep. Suddenly, someone called my name at the door. I turned around and almost stammered – it was

the icy girl I'd met a while ago. She came alone, and since I was also looking for someone to talk to, I

sat down next to her, lit a cigarette, and asked how she was doing. She said she was fine. I said, "Why

are you here alone? Haven't you hooked up with a rich guy yet?" Iceberg said, "You think everyone's like you?"

I replied, "I recently got a girlfriend and I'm very well-behaved. I plan to finally leave this world of lust and turn

over realize you were going to stay a hooligan until you developed erectile dysfunction." I said, "How could that be? I'm paying my dues every day now,

and I'm still getting it going every night. I'll probably have to wait another ten or eight years to become impotent." I started to change the subject, praising Iceberg's complexion

, saying it looked much better than before, and asking if someone was giving him high-intensity nutritional injections regularly. Iceberg said, "How

can you get so carried away with just a few words? I recently went to Australia and talked about my personal life..." "The matter is resolved," I casually

remarked , "did you marry a fake foreigner?" Iceberg smiled and said no, she got a divorce and, incidentally

, got back what he owed her. I said, "Really, sister? Why didn't you tell me you were already married?" Iceberg said, "You

didn't ask." I ordered a lemon tea, and Iceberg told me they were high school classmates who went to university in Australia together and

got married there. Later, Iceberg returned to China to teach, and her husband, who had promised to come back soon, never did. A while ago, he

suddenly told her he wanted a divorce, and she was extremely upset during that time, but now everything is in the past.

" I was stunned, wondering if time and distance could really make someone so heartless. If Halen had been controlled by a traitor

and couldn't see me for six months, would he still love me this much? Thinking this, Iceberg said, "How could you get a girlfriend without my consent

? I should have priority with you!" I said, "Don't joke around. If you said you were going to find a husband,

tons of strong men would come crawling to you. There wouldn't be a chance for a small-time crook like me."

After rambling on about my recent situation, Iceberg started asking about my girlfriend out of curiosity. For some reason, I

told her the truth, recounting everything about Halen and me from the time we met until now. After listening attentively, Iceberg laughed and said,

"Even someone as carefree as you has fallen into her clutches today." I replied somewhat angrily, "I'm willing, I'm happy.

" Iceberg said, "I think your desire to save her is just catering to her fantasies. Think about it, if she really divorced her husband,

could you give her a completely different life than before?" I said, "I've thought about that. But if people

analyze everything rationally, there won't be any true love or loyalty.

There are too many things in the world that aren't worth doing." I took a big gulp of lemon tea and said with great bravado, "As long as it's something I like to do,

you can skin me alive and I'll do it." Iceberg laughed and said, "You're really childish. You're all old and have wasted your life."

Then, she winked mischievously and said, "I'm all alone today. Come keep me company." I said, "Sure,

is there a 24-hour pharmacy near your place? I don't have any condoms, haha." Iceberg said, "See? See? You say you love someone else

, but you can't resist temptation at all." I said without any shame, "That's right, my upper body only loves her, but my lower body loves

all the lovely women in the world!"

Around 3 a.m., we left the bar together. I hailed a taxi and let Iceberg in, saying, "

I'm so happy to see you so happy." Iceberg said, "I'm also very happy to see you today. What, aren't you coming home with me?" I

said, "Tonight I'm going to have my little brother comfort my left hand. Lately, he's been focusing on my right hand, and I'm worried my left hand will complain."

Iceberg said, "I knew it. Looks like you really need to change your ways. Your phone number hasn't changed, right? Keep in touch." Watching Iceberg's

car drive away, I breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking to myself, "This super pervert has finally started to have the noble habit of keeping his lover's

vows !"

It's the weekend again, and the administration notified me that they've prepared a private office for me so I can

start . I asked whose decision it was, and the administration said it was the big boss's. I told

the junior admin that I prefer working outside and there's no need to move in. Actually, I was thinking that I wouldn't be working there for much longer anyway.

Why make others envious and distance yourself from your brothers when you're about to leave? My original team disbanded, and

the members were reassigned to other teams. The leaders of those other teams joined the company around the same time as me, and now I'm

extra careful with them, speaking politely when giving them instructions. I used to be very arrogant in my professional field and never looked down on other teams

, but now I have to patiently listen to their idiotic ideas and politely convey my

requirements to them without making a sound. It turns out that the upper echelons aren't so easy to deal with. To be honest, I still have a strong desire to climb the ladder

, but I never thought that I would have to sacrifice so much of my personality after climbing up.

After lunch, I met with the big boss and told him I didn't want to move to a private office. He said it was

company policy, and I replied that I wasn't high enough rank yet. He told me

that the board had approved my application to officially take charge of the entire Beijing technology department, and it would be announced at next week's meeting. I said I

was a great group leader, but too young to be a department leader, and the company should

reconsider . He told me I was a model for developing local senior executives and would

be considered for the next board meeting. I joked that it was because local salaries were low. He smiled awkwardly and said my salary was already

quite high . I said I'd wait for the announcement before moving. As I was leaving, he asked if I had a girlfriend. I

said yes, why? He told me there was a professional gathering at Zangku on Sunday and that I should bring my girlfriend if

she was free. I asked if I could skip it, but he said no, adding that it was just public relations.

Thinking that I hadn't heard from Hong Kong Lao Han in a long time, and the company's emphasis on me made my determination to switch jobs waver a bit,

I decided to call Hong Kong Lao Han to ask about his situation. Just as I returned to my seat, Da Tou came to me and said

he had to talk to me about. I said okay, and Da Tou said let's go to the conference room to talk privately. I said why be so

mysterious when we're brothers? Da Tou said no, we have to find a place where no one is around. I said let's go to Coffee

Republic , it's on me.

Big Head told me he was resigning, and I was shocked. I asked if it was because my promotion had made everyone resentful.

Big Head said, "You're definitely better at getting ahead than us. I admit there's a bit of jealousy, but it's not worth resigning over that." I said

, "If it's for personal reasons, I won't say anything. But if you want to switch jobs, I advise you to stay a little longer.

Let and do something worthwhile, which will also help us build our reputation in the industry." Big Head said, "That's my business. Don't ask too many questions.

I'm telling you this so you can prepare early and find someone to replace me." I said, "You're quite capable too.

How about I apply for a raise so you don't have to leave?" Big Head said, "Don't talk about salary. Everyone wants to move up."

After a moment of silence, I suddenly had a strange thought and immediately asked Big Head if he was going to work for

the company that was competing most with us, to work with the old man from Hong Kong. Big Head is also one of my buddies, so he probably wouldn't lie to me. After thinking about it, he

admitted it. I said, "Okay, tell me who you're taking with you. Tell me as soon as possible."

Big Head hesitated for a moment and said, "Then don't worry about it. Anyway, those resignation letters will be submitted in the next day or the day after." I

didn't know whether to be happy or angry, but I definitely felt abandoned. I strongly wanted to call the old man in Hong Kong

, at least to tell him that I wasn't a monkey he was just playing around with. I dialed the old man's cell phone, and as soon as he

heard it was me, he immediately told me that he had guests and that we should meet for dinner on the second floor of Hengji that evening to talk.

I thought I couldn't say anything, so I just kept saying "OK, OK!" Don't let the fact

that the old man in Hong Kong was over fifty fool you; his appetite was no less than ours. After chatting

and eating everything we ordered, the old man said, "Actually, you should know

why I contacted Jessica instead of you." Jessica is Big Head's English name. Seeing that the old man was very straightforward, I laughed and said, "That's exactly

what I don't understand. We've already made an agreement, so why did you still need to talk to Jessica?" The old man asked, "

Why did you agree to help me in the first place? People always think more about themselves. Now, even if you hadn't come here

, you'd already gotten what you wanted. Do you think coming here would still be meaningful for you?"

I said yes, but you should at least have told me first. What if I had already resigned? Who

would I cry to then? The old man said, "I recruited you into this industry, and I've admired you since your first day. I

think your strengths are intelligence, quick thinking, and a good ability to observe situations. If you

rashly give up what you have now before finalizing things with me, it only proves that I misjudged you." I said, "Boss, stop flattering me. If

that's really the case, I won't blame you. Tell me where you see my weaknesses." The old man took out a napkin to wipe his mouth and

slowly said, "You're too stubborn, always pursuing things that aren't worth pursuing. Also, you're too soft-hearted. These two things are fatal for

a leader. You need to think about them carefully. Also, don't call me 'boss' anymore. I

'm not your boss anymore. If you still want to, I'll be your 'old' friend, kid!"

On Saturday night, I was working overtime at the company when I received a text message from an unknown number. It turned out to

be from Halen's sister. She said she had bought a China Mobile SIM card, and this number was our "love hotline."

She said she would use this number to contact me via text messages from now on, and she promised to check the messages at least twice a day. I smiled wryly, thinking how this was

increasingly resembling an underground operation under the oppressive atmosphere of the White Terror. I replied with a text saying that we were quite professional at having an affair.

My sister called to ask if I was happy. I said of course I was, at least I didn't have to call the police to find you

! Then I asked if she could sneak out to a party with me on Sunday night. My sister said she couldn't,

but Han Jian had to go to the airport to pick up his mother and a bunch of relatives on Sunday, and there wouldn't be enough room in the car, so she could probably find an excuse not to go. So she could

spend an hour with me. I happily said, "Then come to my house!" My sister said, "Okay! Don't work overtime tomorrow,

it's so rare for us to see each other!"

I'd only hung up on Halen a moment ago when Iceberg called again, asking if I wanted to go to a bar that night. I told

him I was too busy to go, but Iceberg said to go after I was done. I said I really

couldn't go probably all night, when suddenly an idea popped into my head: I'd ask Iceberg if he'd pretend to be my girlfriend and

come to a party with me tomorrow. After I finished, Iceberg said, "Where's your girlfriend?" I said, "She's being watched so closely she can't show up.

" Iceberg said, "If she can't show up, then go alone." I said, "No way! I'm a high-level white-collar worker, attending an industry party

and still single? That would be so embarrassing! Are you coming or not? If not, there are plenty of people waiting for me." Iceberg said, "Okay, consider it a date."

I'll ask you to let me have dinner at a nice place. I said okay, see you at the entrance of Zangku tomorrow night at 7 pm.

I worked an all-nighter and slept until 3 PM when I got home. When I woke up, my sister had

texted me saying she was coming over for a date with her new look and wanted to surprise me. I lit a cigarette and thought, "If you

divorce that traitor, that'll be a real surprise." We've known each other for over 70 days, and I haven't gotten tired of

her . Before, half a month would have been my limit. But what exactly do I like about her? I can't really say.

She once told me she was looking for one-night stands because she was unwilling to accept marrying a traitor. She originally planned to have 10

before stopping, but she got hooked on the second one and started having multiple one-night stands. I think I

've . Whenever I see clothes that suit her or things she might like, I

have the urge to buy them. I buy her clothes but don't dare wear them home. I've already bought her a bunch of little trinkets,

and I can take them home today since she's coming. I talked to Mr. and Mrs. Pei a couple of days ago, and they said they're coming to Beijing soon to see me

and Halen. I think I'm starting to stop spending money recklessly and should start preparing for a future family. To be honest,

I really want to marry Halen. But I haven't figured out how to put it into practice yet. I think it's a good opportunity

to talk to my sister today, tell her about my plan to marry her, and then we can discuss it together.

The doorbell rang, and I think I opened the door faster than a hungry wolf seeing a rabbit. My sister stood at the door,

smiling at me. I said, "Honey, what surprise do you have for me?" My sister came in, looked around, and said, "Why is it still

so messy? But it's good, it proves no girl has been here before." I said, "Do you think other girls have as much energy as you?

Usually they're almost carried away when they leave, unlike you who can tidy me up." My sister didn't say anything and started

taking off her outer clothes one by one. When I saw that my sister was wearing an extremely sexy set of lingerie, I immediately got

excited and almost choked on my saliva. My sister dodged my wandering hands while asking how it looked, whether it was pretty

or not . I hugged her and started kissing her while asking, "Wouldn't a traitor go crazy if

he saw you like this?" My sister said, "I'm only wearing this for you. I'll wear my usual underwear back later. I'll keep this for you to masturbate when you miss me." I

said, "Miss, I'm not that perverted. You should save some bras and sanitary napkins for the traitor to masturbate. I

think he must have a fetish." My sister pushed me away and started dancing a very unprofessional striptease while beckoning me with her

finger in a ridiculous way. I laughed and said, "I have a professional striptease DVD. Why don't you learn it first?" My sister said angrily, "

I just wanted to make you happy, and you don't appreciate it." I quickly went over and hugged my sister, pulling her down onto the floor mat.

I told her, "Your silly look is much more feminine than a professional striptease dancer. I love it the most." My sister tore at my clothes

and said, "Sigh, I can't even hate you, you bad guy."

After the party, my sister was fixing her hair. Seeing me dressed up in a suit and shoes in front of the mirror, looking all smart, she asked

if I went to the party alone. I hesitated for a moment and told her I went with a female colleague from work. My sister

came over cupped my head, looked into my eyes, and said, "Darling, it's all my fault. I'm never

there for you when you need me. I love you." Seeing her guilty look, my heart ached. I hugged her and said, "Then leave the traitor and marry me,

okay?" My sister said, "You really want to marry me?" I said, "Of course. I'll start saving money this month, and by this

time we can make a down payment on a house. Then you can cook and clean for me every day." My sister hugged me and kissed me

passionately, saying, "Honey, I love you so much, but you have to believe me and be patient with me!"

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