spoiled girl

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A married white-collar worker in his thirties, after thirty years of quiet obscurity, is suddenly overcome by lust and

becomes involved in ambiguous relationships with four beautiful women: a female college student, his first love, his beautiful boss, and a beautiful reporter.

What choice will he make when faced with his wife?

"Even the sound of the lock is so beautiful!" I exclaimed, putting away the remote car key, opening the door, getting in,
and pressing play. To the strains of the melodious CD music, my Chevrolet sped onto the highway.

I bought this Chevrolet last month, and the CD was a free gift with the purchase. For the past
month , whenever I had free time in the evenings, I would take it for a drive. Humans are vain creatures, and I'm no
exception.

"Finally, I own a car! The feeling of driving around is awesome!" Driving my new car and listening to the free CD
, I was incredibly excited. Under the night lights, I sighed and
turned a corner in my beloved car, continuing my leisurely drive under the hazy moonlight.

Lost in thought, I drove to the vicinity of the Qinghe Development Zone on the outskirts of the city. Since it was newly established,
the area was still largely undeveloped, with houses and temples scattered about, only a few recently relocated universities
adding a touch of life. Seeing that it was getting late and there wasn't much to see, I turned around and drove back. I stopped the car at the middle of the Linjiang Bridge connecting
the development zone and the city.

The Linjiang Bridge is a newly built suspension bridge with a rather modern design. Lingering here has become
a must for me every nightly drive. I got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and walked to the bridge to admire the night view.
Looking at the vast river, the clear blue water, and the bright moonlight, I felt much more relaxed. Life is a
flowing process; pure joy is rare. Perhaps some exciting and fun things will happen along the way.
Walking and looking around, appreciating the scenery, and feeling my own emotions—isn't that a carefree attitude towards life?

After a flood of emotions, I flicked my cigarette butt into the vast river below the bridge, watching the ripples
quickly disappear into the waves. I turned to get in my car and go home. As I walked towards the driver's side door, I looked up and saw
a girl on a bicycle, wobbling and veering towards me. I smiled to myself,
thinking, "Either she's drunk or a newbie," and turned to get in.

"Huh! No way? It looks like... she's heading
straight into my throat.

"Oh no, this is bad!" Sure enough, before I could react, I heard
a loud "bang," and the girl, bike and all, crashed into my beloved car. I closed my eyes in anguish, unable to bear witnessing the tragedy
.

Good heavens, my new bike!

I rushed to the spot where I'd been hit, looked at it with concern, and touched it. Thankfully, it was just a
grayish-white tire mark; it should be fine after a quick wipe. My heart finally settled. I turned
to look at the "culprit" and found her sitting on the ground, clutching her knee, biting her lower lip and glaring at me with
murderous eyes.

As I went to help her up, I said, "Little girl, are you alright..."

"What do you mean, 'you'?! How do you drive? Do you even know how to drive?!" Before I could finish my sentence, she interrupted me
with an angry shout .

I was furious. Wasn't this utter nonsense? My car was parked here, and I wasn't even in it.
What was I driving?! She clearly hit my car, and now she's trying to shift the blame! It's outrageous! Is she
trying to extort money from me? Thinking of this, I hurriedly said, "Hey, little girl, don't talk nonsense, I didn't even open...
I..."

"What 'I'?! Are you even a man?" The little girl was completely unreasonable.

I almost choked on my words. Not a man? What did she mean by that? It's utterly absurd! Extortion! She's
definitely trying to extort me! I was both angry and annoyed. I wanted to ignore her since she seemed perfectly fine
, but then I thought, I'm still a "man," I should at least have some manly manners. I can't
stoop to the level of a little girl. Let her extort me then, I'll just consider it bad luck. With that thought, I simply stopped
talking, sighed, and helped her up from the ground.

The young girl grabbed my arm and stood up. Although her gaze was still murderous, her tone was
slightly weaker: "I've never seen a grown man like you. Someone's injured and lying on the ground, and you, in a panic, run
over to check your beat-up car first! Don't you have any compassion? Is the person more important or the car?"
Her voice rose again at the last sentence.

"I..." I only managed to utter one word before stopping. I realized I had indeed checked the car first,
then the person. But hearing her words, she didn't seem to be trying to extort me, so I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and remained silent
.

"Speechless now? You call yourself a man? Selfish! No manners!" Seeing I was speechless, the young girl
became even more aggressive.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm sorry, it was my fault, okay? Are you alright? Should I
take you to the hospital?" Although I was inwardly cursing this unreasonable and capricious young girl,
I had to be polite on the surface, otherwise, she might say something even worse.

The spoiled girl glared at me, but after my coaxing, her anger seemed to have subsided considerably. She
still retorted, "What do you mean 'it's your fault'? It was..."

I quickly interrupted, "It was my fault, okay? It's good you're alright, it's good you're alright. If you don't want to go to
the hospital, I can take you home. Oh, you look like a college student, right? How about I take you back to school?"
Looking at her attire and the few books scattered on the ground that looked like foreign language textbooks, I had already guessed
what was going on.

"Of course you have to take me! It's so dark already. I'm a girl, and besides,
do ?" the girl glared at me.

What the hell! How badly am I injured? I didn't see it! Besides, it's already dark.
What kind of logic is this? It's outrageous! I've learned my lesson; when a woman doesn't reason, there's really
nothing you can do. However, seeing that she genuinely didn't intend to extort money from me, my initial anger and worry
subsided considerably. "Fine, I'll take her," I thought reluctantly, opening the back door and helping her over. The spoiled brat huffed.
With a thud, she jumped inside.

I went back to the "scene of the accident" and retrieved her belongings one by one, then opened the trunk and
stuffed her bicycle inside. The August night was still very hot, and coupled with my earlier anxiety and anger, after all this
commotion , I was drenched in sweat when I got back to the car. Sitting in the driver's seat, I took a breath, lit
a cigarette, and then turned to her, saying irritably, "Miss, where are we going?"

"XXX University." To my surprise, the spoiled girl's attitude was much better than before.

I started the car, and my mood gradually calmed down. The spoiled girl also fell silent. Seeing that she
had calmed down, I thought for a moment and smiled as I tentatively said to her, "Little girl, actually... you
're not this fierce, are you? I know you were so fierce just now because you had a purpose, and I understand."

"Purpose? What purpose? You... understand what?" Hearing my words, the little girl was quite surprised.

"Hehe, are you afraid of damaging my car and making me pay for it, so you're deliberately being
so aggressive? Actually, you don't need to be afraid at all. Even if my car is damaged, I can't let
a young girl like you pay for it, after all, you're still a student!" I said magnanimously with a smile.

"What? Pay for it? Dream on! You drive, don't you even know the Traffic Law?"

"Hehe, the Traffic Law? I don't know it, do you?" I found talking to this girl
interesting and was eager to hear her profound insights.

"I can tell your driver's license was illegally obtained, you didn't attend driving school, did you? Well, let me tell you,
the Traffic Law clearly stipulates that in traffic accidents between pedestrians or non-motorized vehicles and motor vehicles, regardless
of the circumstances, the responsibility lies with the motor vehicle. In other words, you have no right for me to claim compensation from you,
and you're already lucky that I can't claim compensation from you, because I'm so kind!"

Damn! Kind?! But she actually guessed right again. I really hadn't attended any driving school classes; my driver's license
was obtained through a friend. I was speechless for a moment. But her description of the Traffic Law was quite impressive
; she might have actually studied it.

"Well, speechless now?" Seeing my silence, the girl was as
smug .

I smiled and said, "Then let me ask you, does the Traffic Law say what happens
when ?"

The girl blushed, glared at me, and argued, "Anyway, a motor vehicle is
a motor vehicle, whether it's moving or not, it is, it is." I was both amused and exasperated, and ignored her. Knowing she was in the wrong, the girl glared at me and remained silent. Silence fell

over the carriage . 　　With nothing else to do, I started secretly observing the girl behind me through the rearview mirror. Upon closer inspection, I realized this girl was quite pretty. She was probably around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with a delicate yet slightly mischievous face, giving her an exquisite and translucent appearance. Her eyes were dark and bright, her nose slightly curved with a few freckles, and her lips were small yet full, with the corners slightly upturned, displaying a beauty that was difficult for men to tame. She had a full figure, and her white dress fit her perfectly, so well that I knew she was a fully developed woman… … 　　“What are you looking at? Pervert!” A furious shout interrupted my observation, and I almost choked on my cigarette! 　　I was enraged and immediately retorted, “How can you talk like that? What pervert! How can you talk like that at such a young age? Does looking at you make you a pervert? Can’t you let people look at you? How am I supposed to know I’m looking at you if you don’t look at me? You can look at me but I can’t look at you? You’re utterly boring!” 　　“You… I… you are…” My sharp retort completely . 　　"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. We've arrived at where you're going." I quickly interrupted her impatiently , otherwise, who knows what other nonsensical things this brat would say. 　　The brat glanced out the car window, glared at me, and got out of the car. She muttered , "So fierce, and shouting so loudly, what's so great about her, humph!" I didn't know if she was talking to herself or to me, but I didn't care anymore. 　　I got out of the car too and helped her take her bicycle out of the trunk. Thank goodness, at least the little girl was finally gone from my sight . Although it was only about ten minutes in total, I had a terrible headache the whole way. I sighed and said to her, "My mission is complete, please go ahead!" 　　The brat rolled her eyes at me, pouted, and gave a soft humph, then got on her bicycle and rode off, wobbling and wobbling, towards the campus. I shook my head helplessly and called out to her retreating figure, "Be careful riding your bike, don't cause any more accidents!" 　　"I know, thanks!" The little girl waved quickly with her back to me, but didn't wave very high before hurriedly putting her hand back on the handlebars. 　　"At least she said something sensible," I muttered to myself, turning my precious bike around and heading . 　　After seeing the little girl off like a plague carrier, I breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, a strange sense of loss welled up inside me, a faint sense of loss. Recalling my outburst at the girl earlier, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Wasn't it just because she called me a pervert? Why was I, a grown man in my thirties, arguing with a little girl? And at first, I was absolutely convinced she was trying to extort me; how petty of me, wronging an innocent person. I couldn't help but blame myself, constantly belittling myself. Although I was both angry and annoyed, and had a terrible headache during the ten minutes I spent with the little girl , I still felt a faint sense of joy in my heart. Perhaps this was the long-lost feeling of being moved, a sweet and tender feeling. 　　The car sped through the colorful night, the streetlights on both sides rushing past. Facing the bright lights outside the car window, my thoughts were also active and jumping. When will I see this little girl again? I don't even know her name. The thought that I might never see her again suddenly made me a little reluctant . My mind wandered, and the little girl's mischievous eyes, her delicate and full lips, her curvaceous figure kept appearing before my eyes... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but scold myself for having such wild thoughts.

Damn! She still says she's not a pervert? Damn it, I think I'm not far from being one myself!

I lit a cigarette, suddenly remembering the few books the girl had brought that looked like foreign language textbooks. Could
she be a foreign language major too? Damn it, am I destined to be attracted to girls majoring in foreign languages?
A sudden fell into deep thought. In the swirling smoke, my thoughts drifted back to my university days
…

Back then, I was truly a rare "good student" on campus. Because of my family's extreme poverty
—my parents struggled to support my younger sister's education with the meager income from the land—I didn't want to add to
their burden. Therefore, I not only worked to earn my own tuition and food expenses, but also tried
to send money to my sister who was attending middle school in the county town. I didn't expect her to
live ; I just hoped she could eat well, that's all. For everyone, university
life is like a blazing fire, something I had to avoid. It wasn't that I didn't yearn for it, but rather that I lacked the necessary conditions. Besides working part-time,
surrounded by couples on campus, I could only suppress my youthful romantic thoughts and bury myself in books in
the library and study rooms.

Of course, given my height of 1.78 meters, my fairly handsome appearance, and my kind and simple nature, many
female classmates hinted at their affections, even flirting and openly pursuing me, but I rejected them all, leading many to
believe I was a blockhead oblivious to romance. But I knew I wasn't truly heartless; I
had secretly fallen for a junior student named Li Xiaoru. A year younger than me, she
was known as the most beautiful girl in the foreign languages department, a department overflowing with beauties. Her delicate face, alluring eyes, and stunning figure always made
my heart flutter and left me flustered.

Unfortunately, beautiful women are always surrounded by men, especially on a university campus. Watching
my angel change boyfriends as frequently as her mother changes clothes filled me with jealousy and resentment. Because of
this infatuation, I studied foreign languages like crazy. My foreign language skills were truly impressive, especially my
spoken English; I dare say that even most foreign language majors weren't as good as me. This was the main reason why, despite having no social
connections, I was able to quickly find a relatively good job after graduation and become a deputy department
head . You could say that foreign languages were
the only benefit I gained from this youthful, impulsive romantic escapade in college.

Then, one night in my junior year, a restless night, I put on what I considered my
best clothes, feeling both nervous and excited, and like a thief, I found her and, mustering my
courage, stammered out my feelings for my dream girl. Perhaps it was my destiny, but I not only received a ruthless
rejection but was also subjected to her relentless ridicule and sarcasm. I don't deny that my
circumstances made me somewhat insecure, and I certainly don't deny that poverty makes people lose their ambition, or that the so-called "a gentleman remains steadfast in poverty" and "money
isn't everything" are just bullshit. But my self-esteem still suffered a huge blow. She could
reject my feelings, but she couldn't insult my character. Of course, the huge
contrast was also due to my disappointment in her character.

I will never forget her expression and what she said at that time.

After hearing my stammering confession, she was first stunned, then stared at me with her mouth agape, her jaw
nearly dropping in surprise. Then she started laughing, finally clutching her stomach and laughing until tears streamed down her face. Between laughs, she pointed at me
and said, "...You...you said...you wanted to pursue me...I...I didn't hear that right, did I...
Please...take a good look at yourself...Look at yourself...look at yourself...what are you wearing...
from head to toe...it probably doesn't even cost...a hundred yuan...I can't believe someone like you...is a
...big pervert...I'm dying of laughter...Never mind...you...you can go...just consider it...
a good joke tonight...Oh...it's...so funny...my stomach...it hurts from laughing..."
After saying this, she ignored me completely and turned to go back to her dorm.

Every word she spoke felt like a nail driven into my heart. Was this
the angel I had secretly loved all this time? Was this my dream girl? My eyes were filled with disbelief; I was stunned!
A surge of immense
roared, "Stop right there!" As she turned around in surprise, her haughty body trembling,
I slapped her hard across the face…

The consequence of this incident was a so-called warning, the kind that isn't recorded in my file.
My consistently "good reputation" at school played a crucial role in this. Although I remained silent in the student affairs office, filled with grief and
righteous indignation , almost all the leaders and teachers who knew me unanimously
believed that I must have been treated unfairly by that "infamous" Li Xiaoru, which led
to .

In fact, at that moment, I was partially in a berserk state due to anger, and my behavior was indeed very irrational.
Under no circumstances should I have hit someone, especially a woman. Although Li Xiaoru's words were excessive,
strictly speaking, she hadn't done anything wrong. Given my situation at the time, it was perfectly normal for Li Xiaoru to look down on me.
Deep down, I was also insecure; otherwise, I wouldn't have often isolated
myself. As for being called a pervert by Li Xiaoru, while it was harsh, I admit I was foolish enough to pursue her because she
was . After calming down, I regretted it. After graduation, I wrote Li Xiaoru
a short letter apologizing, not for any other reason than to find some psychological balance. After all, I
'm a man, and I've always valued my dignity. Li Xiaoru didn't reply, and I didn't care; I hadn't expected
her to. However, after hearing about the "slapping incident," perhaps Li Xiaoru received some warning, or perhaps some
lecherous guys saw through her and kept their distance. But she was definitely much more restrained than before,
so objectively, I did do something good.

However, I was disheartened from then on and didn't get involved in any romantic relationships for three years after graduating from university, until
I was introduced to Yang Qianhui, my current wife.

"Alas, the passion of yesteryear is gone!" After waking up from the deep memories of my first love, I
made a self-deprecating remark.

Stepping through the door, I was back into reality, forced to leave my little girl and that damned first love
behind. Looking at the empty house, I knew this was my reality,
a reality . Perhaps life really does need someone to take care of me,
someone who will have slippers ready and a hot meal prepared for me when I come home.

Sigh, why did I give up being a perfectly good CFO to go back to studying abroad? Now I'm suffering all by myself. Like every
time I walk in the door, I inwardly grumble about my wife. In fact, as
the CFO of CP Group, my wife is more than twice as high-earning and socially influential as I am. Although I'm not
a chauvinist, this thought still makes me slightly resentful.

Sitting on the sofa, I habitually lit a cigarette, opened the refrigerator—only beer—and grabbed
a can, closed the fridge, leaned back on the sofa, and started daydreaming about my so-called work and life again.

Why is reality always so frustrating? All day long, I
face the comings and goings of people and social interactions. Is this my job? Is this my life? I
navigate this world with ease, wearing a mask, but who knows my sorrow? I'm both aloof and unwilling to become worldly and slick, yet insecure and unwilling
to be subservient and complacent. This contradictory personality has led to my career success, but it hasn't given me a single moment
of happiness. Life is truly full of sighs and helplessness. But the door is slammed shut behind me;
I can only go wherever it leads…

“Damn it!” I cursed under my breath, straightened up, opened my beer, and was about to
take the first sip when the phone rang beside me. Looking at the caller ID, it was an overseas call from Europe—my wife
. I lazily picked up the phone. “Wife? How's the Mediterranean sun?” I greeted her

in my usual relaxed yet respectful tone . 　　"Heh, that's all you can say. Can't you come up with a different opening line?" 　　"Your husband's stupid, can't you think of anything? Why don't you teach me one?" 　　"I knew you were stupid, but at least you have self-awareness." 　　"What, you're annoyed with me? Want to find someone else?" 　　"Stop arguing, I'm not going to banter with you anymore. Cheng Dong, I have some good news for you." 　　"What good news?" " 　　I'm planning a trip to Italy with some friends in a few days!" 　　"What, a trip to Italy with friends? Heh, that's great." 　　"Why don't you ask me what kind of friends I'm going with? Like, are they male or female?" 　　"Why do I have to ask?" 　　"Do you even care about me? Aren't you jealous at all? You trust me so much, aren't you afraid I'll run off with a foreigner?" 　　"Isn't that because I trust you? We're an old married couple, what's there to be jealous about! Look at you, acting like a little kid." 　　"What old married couple? How annoying!" 　　"Okay, okay, I'm jealous, so jealous, alright? We'll talk again later. I'm a little tired, I want to go to sleep early, that's all for today." 　　"I'll let you off the hook for today, go to sleep. By the way, drive carefully." 　　"Okay, okay, I know, I'm hanging up." 　　I flicked off the last bit of ash and hung up the phone. There was no longing, no passion, as if it were all just routine. 　　I lit another cigarette, reflecting on Qianhui's call earlier, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty. In the year or so that Qianhui had been away studying abroad, I had never called her once; she always called back . I often forgot to even think about her. Was it really that my heart had grown too old, and my longing had faded? 　　Looking at this house where I lived alone, I suddenly felt a little sorry for Qianhui. In fact, almost everything in this house, from the house itself to the furniture, belonged to Qianhui alone. My only possessions, besides the newly bought car, were a few old books. I remember the first time I saw this house, I was so surprised I almost popped my eyes out. This apartment, nearly 100 square meters, would have cost at least 300,000 yuan at the time. Qianhui was two years younger than me. Although she started school early, she had only been working for three years, and was then the deputy financial director, a position she'd held for just over a year. Thinking about my meager savings from scrimping and saving, I sighed, "We're both working for someone else, so why is there such a huge difference in how we treat each other?" 　　Moreover, throughout our relationship, Qianhui was like a mentor and friend to me . Our relationship progressed smoothly, basically in a straight line, without major peaks or troughs, and Qianhui mostly guided me. Although I was two years older than her, she cared for and guided me like an older sister. However, it was precisely because of Qianhui's guidance that our relationship became too rational, lacking naturalness and passion, which I felt was a little regrettable. 　　From holding hands to hugging, then kissing and caressing, a little over a month later, Qianhui and I had sex. A year later, at Qianhui's strong urging, I moved from the company dormitory to her apartment, and we started living together. After all, what was going to happen had happened, and I had stayed at her place quite a few times during the year I was still there. One added benefit was that Qianhui stopped me from deliberately saving money, and I could spend my salary freely. According to Qianhui, our apartment was already ready, and we didn't lack anything, and her salary was more than enough to cover our living expenses. However, out of male pride and responsibility, besides sending money to my elderly parents on time, I continued to save money as always. Over the years, I saved about 210,000 to 220,000 yuan, which was almost all spent last month on a car. 　　From meeting to a year of dating, two years of living together, then a year of marriage, and a year of separation , almost five years had passed. My relationship with Qianhui had always progressed very smoothly and steadily. But it was precisely because it was too smooth and too steady that I often found myself unaccustomed to such uneventful and respectful years. Sometimes I even doubt whether the feelings between Qianhui and me are true love. This kind of love is so different from the love I saw and often fantasized about in my youth. 　　But as confused as I am, I only think about it in the depths of my mind. I must, and can only, accept this conventional way of life. After all, for Qianhui, who is two years younger than me, the house belongs to someone else, and they will take it.

She's taller than me, and she takes meticulous care of me both at home and outside, even doing the simplest chores without
lifting a finger. What right do I have to say "no"? Compared to the majority who have struggled in society for many years but
still can't escape the mire of life, can I say I'm not happy?
Although I don't feel this happiness deeply, I can only silently accept it and carefully cherish it.

In the long, dark night filled with thoughts, I stubbed out my cigarette, finished the last sip of beer,
ending a night of wild thoughts, letting love and the past disappear like a fart in the smoke.

...

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with a warm glow. I lazily went to the balcony, did a few
chest-expanding exercises, and the depression from last night's wild thoughts vanished. Life, after all, you have to
look forward . Perhaps it was the nice weather, but my mood was as fresh as the air.

After washing up, I got dressed and went out for breakfast. The snack stall at the street corner, two fried dough sticks, a bowl of tofu pudding—even breakfast
is the same day after day. Damn it! Although I was in a good mood, I still cursed the mechanical nature
of modern life under my breath. Then I went to the garage, retrieved my precious car, and drove to the company.

Less than five minutes after I arrived, my secretary, Fang Xiaoya, told me that Qi Wuping wanted to see me and asked me to come to his
office . I was surprised, thinking, "That old fox, why is he here so early today?"

Since I became the company's vice president, aside from the events that Qi Wuping, as the president, had to attend,
he'd dump a huge amount of work on me, while he himself came late and left early, living a leisurely life. In fact, in
the cutthroat business world, a superior-subordinate relationship like mine with Qi Wuping is extremely rare. When I first joined the company,
Qi Wuping was already the president; now that I'm vice president, it's entirely thanks to his promotion.
Moreover he was the one who introduced me to Qianhui. It's fair to say that Qi Wuping has been
incredibly kind to me, both professionally and personally. Moreover, my greatest strength is that I can always maintain my proper
position and never compete for power with my colleagues in the company. In Qi Wuping's words, I'm one
of the few rare creatures in society who "can bow down for a meager living and won't complain about having too little." Therefore, whether as
a friend or subordinate, I will diligently complete any task assigned by Qi Wuping. For me, this
is not only work, but also an opportunity to repay his kindness.

As soon as I entered Qi Wuping's office, I saw him hunched over, tidying
something . I sat down and said, "Old Qi, you wanted to see me?" I casually swiped a soft-pack cigarette from him.

He looked up and saw me, stopped what he was doing, and his secretary poured me a cup of tea and then left
. Qi Wuping sat down, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then said to me, "Xiao Cheng, you've got a
stroke of luck , you're going to be the boss."

Chapter 4 The Boss

I was stunned and asked, "What boss? What trick are you up to now?" I thought he was going to
assign me some work that should have been his own. In the past, when he pushed his work onto me, he often said it was
to let me experience being the boss.

Qi Wuping, thick-skinned as ever, chuckled and said, "Don't worry, this isn't just assigning you tasks, it's really making you
the top boss . But, hehe, it's only temporary."

He seemed quite serious this time, and I assumed he had some kind of business trip, meeting, or inspection to attend,
since this had happened six or seven times in the year I'd been vice president. But this time
felt different, so I replied, "You...you're not going to resign and switch jobs, are you?"

Qi Wuping laughed and cursed, "Go to hell! Why would I resign?! Who's
going to protect ?" Qi Wuping took a drag of his cigarette and continued seriously, "Here's the thing, I'm being promoted to the board of directors as a director and
China regional marketing director. I'll be leaving by plane tomorrow morning. You know Vice President Zhang won't be back for a while,
so you'll be the only boss left in the company. Before the new general manager arrives, the board of directors..." "The board has decided that you will be fully
responsible for the company's work. So from now on, you are the head of the company. How about that? Have I made myself
clear enough?"

I replied irritably, "So what if I'm the head? Haven't I been doing
the work of the head all along? But it's good that you're gone. With a new boss, at least I can have some peace and quiet. Unlike you, who's always
finding things for me to do!"

Qi Wuping said, "What's wrong with finding things for you? I'm finding things for you because it's good for you. It's giving you a chance
to develop! When you really become the head, you'll know how much I care about you."

I laughed, "Come on, do you think I don't know you? You're lazy, and you come up with such a
high-sounding excuse. You're really going to great lengths." Although I was joking with Qi Wuping,
I was actually very happy for him to be promoted to the board of directors.

Qi Wuping chuckled and said, "Little Cheng, you're still young. You think being a general manager is so easy
? You'll find out soon enough. With your hypocritical attitude, you'll be in for a rough time. But I'm still somewhat
confident in you. After all, you have a good overall perspective, a good reputation, and the board
has . If it weren't for the fact that you don't have shares, the board might have directly appointed you as general manager this time
."

I knew that Old Qi had shares. To reward his contributions to the company over the years,
the board . In addition, he also obtained 2.5% through other means. I
guess he did this with premeditation, which shows that he had long harbored ambitions to join the board. Damn it,
that old fox!

As for myself, I don't care at all whether I become general manager or not. To be honest, I really don't want to be one.
The general manager's annual salary is only 18,000 yuan more than the deputy general manager's, but the worries and risks are many times greater.
Of course, in terms of gray income, the general manager earns much more. Not long ago, the company purchased a large batch of raw materials, which was
jointly handled by Lao Qi and me. During the negotiations, Qi Wuping audaciously proposed
a percentage a kickback, pocketing nearly 200,000 yuan while the company incurred an extra expenditure of over 1.7 million yuan. Afterwards, he even
offered me 20,000 yuan, which I initially didn't want, but fearing he wouldn't trust me, I accepted it anyway. Of course, all of this was
done behind the back of another vice president, Zhang Dongxiang. But Lao Zhang wasn't one to be trifled with; afterwards, he kept bombarding me with questions.
It made me incredibly anxious, and then suddenly everything went quiet. But I could easily guess that Qi
Wuping had been forced to share his kickbacks with Lao Zhang. Thinking about it now, I get a little scared. What kind of three bosses share
kickbacks? If either Qi or Lao Zhang were to be caught, wouldn't I be dragged into it too?
But despite these thoughts, I'm a man of principle, and I would never do anything to betray Lao Qi, not even if you killed me.

Seeing that I remained silent for a while, Qi Wuping stood up, a cigarette between his fingers, the other hand stroking his slicked-back
hair. He paced back and forth in front of me, speaking earnestly, "Xiao Cheng, we've worked together for many years, and now we
're finally parting ways. You were the employee I recruited back then, and now
you're the boss. I'm glad I didn't misjudge you; all my hard work paid off. Over the years, I've practically watched you grow. You're
good in every way, except you're too rigid and inflexible, both at work and in life. Sometimes you can't
be too serious. As Zheng Banqiao said, 'It's rare to be muddleheaded.'"
"I think that's well said! You're over thirty now, it's time to be a little more clear-headed. Let's not talk about others, just look at your
husband, Xiao Yang. He handles his job so well. As a couple, haven't you ever thought about learning from him?
Let me tell you, Cheng Dong, it's only because of you that I'm saying this to you. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't bother saying anything! You
know , over the years, whether as a friend or a boss, your sister-in-law and I have always treated you
like a son. So I'm seriously advising you, this period as acting general manager is definitely an opportunity for you,
so be sure to seize it!" By the end, Qi Wuping was sitting beside me, gently patting my shoulder.

Hearing Lao Qi's emotional words, a surge of emotion welled up inside me. I looked up at him gratefully
, feeling like I had a thousand words to say, but I couldn't utter a single one. I only managed to say three words: "
President Qi, I..."

Qi Wuping immediately interrupted me: "Alright, don't try to be sentimental with me. If you really want to
repay work hard. Let me tell you the truth, since the board of directors has clearly stated that you will be acting general manager,
it means that the new general manager won't be taking office anytime soon. I estimate you'll be able to do it for at least a month or two.
Remember to make the most of it." After saying that, he returned to his office seat.

I calmed myself down and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Qi, I definitely won't let you down."
After expressing my determination, I changed the subject and continued, "By the way, Lao Qi, now that you've joined the board of directors, doesn't that mean we'll be moving to
Hong Kong? What will happen to your wife?"

"What can she do? She'll just have to run back and forth herself. I'm also the China Regional Marketing Director, so I
can't just sit idly at headquarters all day. Besides, your sister-in-law and I have been married for so many years, we're like an old married couple,
unlike you and Xiao Yang, who are young and cry when you're apart. Oh, by the way,
how's ?"

"That's great. I just talked to her last night. She was even talking about going on a trip to Italy with some friends. Unlike
me, all alone."

Qi Wuping replied, feigning seriousness, "Let me tell you, Cheng Dong, Xiao Yang is beautiful and capable,
much better than you inside and out. I don't know what good fortune you accumulated in your past life to find such a good wife. Your
sister-in-law and I worried so much about you back then. Now that Xiao Yang is studying abroad and not at home, if you can't stand being alone
at home prostitute to have some fun with, but you absolutely cannot do anything to betray Xiao Yang, or don't blame
your sister-in-law and me for not letting you off the hook!"

I was both amused and exasperated. This Qi Wuping, so disrespectful to his elders, who would advise someone to find a prostitute to maintain their wife's
fidelity? It was unheard of, and only he could come up with such a method.

I said irritably, "Give me a break. Do you think I'm like you? I don't know who
got caught cheating , dragged home by the ear." I didn't hold back in using Qi Wuping's embarrassing story to tease him.
Qi Wuping was a good guy in every way, except he was a bit of a womanizer. He frequented fancy hotels, karaoke rooms, bathhouses, and other
places of ill repute, looking for prostitutes. His wife couldn't do anything about it. Besides, for a business tycoon, it
wasn't a big deal. Even if he didn't have that hobby, he would inevitably go to these places for work,
so she had to turn a blind eye. But unexpectedly, Qi Wuping, for some reason,
rented an apartment and hired a prostitute as his mistress. This time, his wife was furious. She went over, gave the mistress a good scolding, chased her away, and
dragged Qi Wuping home by the ear. After that, Qi Wuping finally behaved himself a bit.

Upon hearing me recount his embarrassing moment, Qi Wuping blushed, chuckled a few times, and changed the subject, starting to
recount my embarrassing moments: "By the way, Xiao Cheng, your sister-in-law was talking about you yesterday.
She still laughs whenever she thinks about the blind date she took you on, haha."

"Wasn't that all your fault? Why did you have to meet me at that Western restaurant? Otherwise, would I have made such a fool of myself? Alright,
don't mention it anymore. You've said it over a thousand times already. Are you ever going to stop?" I said, standing up.

Seeing me stand up, Qi Wuping also stood up and said, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Okay, I still need
to pack my things. You, as the leader, should go do what you need to do."

I added, "I won't waste any more words with you. By the way, are you free tonight? Let's find a place to have a drink,
to celebrate your promotion and give you a farewell dinner?"

"A farewell dinner? Don't give me that! Besides, I have other things to do tonight. Let's talk about it when I get back."

"That's settled then. Let's talk about it when you get back. I'm leaving now. Take your time packing. Oh, by the way
, do you need me to take you to the airport tomorrow?" Seeing Qi Wuping wave his arm at me, indicating that I didn't need to take him, I
said goodbye and went back to my office.

In fact, the embarrassing thing Qi Wuping told me about my blind date was indeed quite funny, but it was just
funny , not embarrassing at all, and I didn't really care. But Qi Wuping always treated it like a big joke,
telling everyone he met and at every banquet, extremely proud of the charade he had orchestrated. Eventually, the whole company,
and even many people in sister companies, neighboring companies, and government departments with which he had connections, knew about
it.

And that was five years ago…

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