My Girlfriend's Fall (9) A Chance Encounter at a Party

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Things are getting better with Viola. I'm able to control myself as much as possible and have sex with her normally now

. But occasionally I still think about that video, and then I become cold and sarcastic towards her

, even nitpicking and getting angry over trivial things. Viola always silently endures it, and seeing

her innocent eyes only makes me more agitated and angry. "I was fooled by those eyes, she's such a good actress!"

I can't help but think this every time, but after I'm done being angry, I go back to Viola and apologize, trying to make her happy.

My relationship with Joan continues. I don't know if she has other boyfriends, but I'm

not serious about it, and I don't really care. Usually, after I've vented my anger on Viola, I go to

Joan to take it out on her. The next day, when I was in a better mood, I went back and shamelessly apologized.

"Ring!" My phone rang.

"Hello?" I picked it up and said.

"Hello, I'm looking for Jay, are you Jay?" A woman's voice came through the receiver. Speaking English, a foreigner's accent

, an American woman I know, the one with my number…only one of those 101!

"Yes, this is me, are you…Joe?" I call Joan now, that's the nickname I gave her. Even though

the voice sounds quite like hers, everyone knows that cell phone audio is often distorted and not easy to distinguish

, besides, Joan has never called me before.

"Yes, Jay, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with…" Joan said.

"Go ahead," I replied. Aside from flirting and making love, I didn't talk to her much. She seemed odd, not

particularly bothered. American women on TV often demanded their partners be able to "have

heart-to-heart talks" with them—it's strange. Anyway, I'll say it again: whatever, I'm not serious.

"Um, are you free this weekend?" Joan asked timidly.

Wow, that's really strange; she never initiates contact. "A date?" (

How best to translate "Are you asking me for a date?"...Oh no, my Chinese is getting worse after living in America for so long.)

"If I say yes, will you agree?" Joan pressed.

"I'll consider it," I replied, not giving a direct answer. I still wanted to know what she wanted.

"There's a company party; could you come with me?"

"Oh...time and place?" Joan asked .

"Saturday night, six o'clock. We've booked the entire first floor of the Ford Building for a banquet. After the party, I've arranged to

go to a bar with my colleagues. I hope you'll come too..." Joan continued explaining.

"Formal attire?" I asked, secretly planning to use that as an excuse to refuse. I hate wearing suits

and ties.

"No need, whatever you want," Joan said.

"Can I give you an answer tomorrow?" I really didn't want to go, but this was the first time she had asked me out, and it

was hard to refuse too quickly or directly.

"Please, I don't want to find another male companion," Joan said sweetly on the phone.

"I don't know if I'm busy with my school experiments..." "Besides, I don't even have a suit..." I really admire myself; that's

a pretty good excuse, a great excuse, studies come first.

"Okay, then, I'll register you first. The deadline is today. If you have to do an experiment that day, I'll

go by myself. The suit is a small matter; I'll buy it for you. That's settled then, bye!" Joan hung up

the phone in one breath.

"Oh no... Hello?? Hello??" Wow... Damn it, that Joan! Although my English listening comprehension is pretty

good, Joan's rapid, continuous pronunciation, without any pauses, took so

long for my brain to process, think, and translate... Several seconds have passed, and she's already

hung up... How cunning, using this trick.

This Saturday... Okay, if I'm free, I'll go. Viola seems to be having group discussions on her final report. Hmm, that should be

fine.

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Saturday night, Ford Building.

A huge crowd of cars gathered outside the lobby—limousines, luxury cars, and even helicopters!!!

(Just kidding, not that exaggerated>, I heard myself saying that.) I only realized today that Jessica's figure

is quite well-proportioned. The cheongsam's cut is very form-fitting, which means it's

very unforgiving on the figure; if you don't have a good figure, it will look bulky. Jessica's bust isn't large... She's the kind of girl you wouldn't notice at first glance

, but wearing this cheongsam today, I realized... well, not bad, at least not flat-chested, she

's got a good figure.

"And you, senior, what brings you to an event like this?" Jessica continued.

Jessica's question suddenly made me realize something.

"Well, this party is so boring. I was just thinking of leaving. How about we chat as we walk? Or you can stay here if you want

, I'll go first..." I said hastily. Without waiting for their reply, I turned

to leave.

"Wait!!!!" I heard a voice and stopped, but I knew I was doomed because it was in English!!! "Honey, where are you going? Don't you like this party?" Joan's voice came. I felt like I'd been nailed to the ground

by a demonic voice .

I couldn't move.

I stiffly turned around, too afraid to look at the two of them, their eyes filled with shock

. Good heavens, what I feared most had come to pass. Joan quickly walked to my side and casually

kissed me (on the lips), handing me the champagne she was holding. She even leaned against me, somewhat defiantly.

"Miss Wellington... hello." I heard Jane's slightly hesitant voice and looked at the two of them, puzzled.

Jane was still looking at Joan with lingering fear, seemingly intimidated. Jessica, on the other hand,

winked at me and gave me a thumbs-up. I thought about it carefully—oh yes, Jessica had just said this was...

It was a company dinner hosted by Jane, so she and Joan were from the same company, and it seemed Joan was her supervisor or something

.

"You are... Ms. Huang?" Joan extended her hand generously.

"They are my classmates and friends from school," I said.

"Oh..." Joan replied.

"This is too boring, I'm not used to it. I'm going to have coffee with them. Call me when you're done, okay?"

I said, pulling Jessica's hand and leading her outside, while Jessica held Jane's hand.

The three of walked through the entrance hall and into the lobby, arriving at the door.

"Wait, wait..." Jessica shook off my hand at this point, "This is my first time attending a party like this, who wants to

go for coffee with you?"

"Okay, I'll be going then." I smiled at them. She turned to leave.

"Wait...wait a minute!" Jessica called again.

"What is it now, sis?" I turned to look at them, secretly chuckling to myself.

"Um...what's your relationship with Jane, the vice president?" Jessica asked.

"Vice president? What vice president? I don't know her..." I feigned ignorance, though I knew perfectly well who she was referring to. Wow,

vice president?! I mentally stuck out my tongue.

"Stop pretending! It's that woman who just kissed you!" Jessica said.

"Oh, you mean Joan?" I pretended to suddenly understand.

"Huh?...Oh, right!" Jessica didn't know her name was Joan. Seeing Jane nodding slightly beside her, she

continued,

"It's a long story...I'm so tired right now, I don't want to stay here..." "Didn't I just say we should go for coffee and chat?

We can sit down and talk slowly there," I said.

"Ugh!" "You jerk, Jessica, fine, don't talk then." Jessica has a straightforward temper, completely different from her brother. You'll notice this

if you talk to her for more than a minute.

Jessica pulled Jane to walk back, but Jane's feet stopped in her tracks. "I...I want to go for coffee,"

Jane said to Jessica.

I waved my keys, looking quite indifferent. Jessica looked at me, then

at , and suddenly said defiantly, "Then you can ask her to take you home. I'll go

home by myself later." After saying that, she turned and went inside.

"Starbucks? Or a bar?" I asked as Jane and I walked towards the parking lot. He casually asked for her opinion.

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