My romantic escapades in Dongguan have come to an end.

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Chapter 1

For a long time after losing my job, I was in low spirits. Not only was I unemployed, but my girlfriend also left me for someone else, which was truly heartbreaking.

However, heartbroken as I was, I still had to keep going.

My daily routine consisted of buying the Guangzhou Daily on Mondays and submitting resumes online. The Guangzhou Daily had a job-seeking section on Mondays, but I had to get there early, or I wouldn't be able to buy it. It seemed there were still many unemployed people.

One morning, I received a call asking me to come for an interview at 2 PM. After lunch, I took the bus to the interview, got off at my stop, and

was about to walk towards the company when it started raining, so I stopped. I took out my phone to check the time; there were still ten minutes left. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put my phone back in my pocket when it rang.

"Hello," I said.

"Is this Mr. Yuan?" a very pleasant female voice asked.

"Yes."

"This is [Company Name], we received your resume. Are you free tomorrow morning for an interview?"

I hesitated for a moment.

It just so happened that it was Friday afternoon. Tomorrow... isn't tomorrow Saturday? Generally, reputable companies have weekends off. This company asking me to come for an interview tomorrow made me think they were a small company, and I was a little reluctant to go.

"Isn't tomorrow Saturday? Are you still working?" I asked.

"Our boss needs people urgently, so the interviews are on Saturday morning."

"Oh." I thought for a moment, since I'm looking for a job anyway, I shouldn't be too picky. "What time?" "

9:30." "

9:30, okay."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone.

At this moment, the rain seemed to have lessened a bit, and I felt a surge of joy. Another interview call! Although it wasn't guaranteed, there was still a 50% chance of success. Being unemployed for a long time is really hard to bear. The pressure of making money is one thing, but another is the lack of a regular life, and the emptiness in my heart every day.

This feeling is unpleasant.

I was thinking that I would have one interview this afternoon and another tomorrow morning. According to past practice, I would usually get one position after interviewing with five companies.

So, overall, I felt relatively relaxed. However, seeing that it wasn't a legitimate company, I was a bit discouraged. I quickly made up an excuse and left, thinking it was okay, there was always the interview tomorrow. If it didn't work out tomorrow, there was always the day after; I'd find a job eventually.

The next day was Saturday, but I still got up very early and took the bus. I lived in Baiyun District, and the company I interviewed with was in Tianhe District. I had to transfer buses once before finally arriving at the agreed location, on the eighth floor, and took the elevator up.

But when I got to the top, the office was empty, and the door was locked.

I was a little angry.

Were they playing me? But surely they wouldn't do that? There was no reason for it.

I checked the time on my phone; it was still five minutes to nine-thirty. I had no choice but to wait, but even after nine-thirty, no one came to open the door. I was furious and thought I had remembered the wrong address, so I called again. Because when I answered the number before, there was caller ID.

After dialing, I found that the phone was ringing inside the room, but no one answered. I had no choice but to go back. That day, I dialed the number three times, but no one answered.

Damn it, are they playing games with me?

I planned to call back on Monday to find out what was going on.

At 9:00 AM on Monday, I called promptly.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello," came the same woman's voice.

"Are you the person who notified me of the interview on Friday afternoon?"

"Oh—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you Mr. Yuan?"

"I'm Yuan Jiangtao."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"What happened? You clearly notified me to come for an interview on Saturday, but when I arrived, no one was there."

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake, the notification was changed, I forgot to notify you."

"Please transfer me to your boss, I have something to say."

"I'm sorry."

Of course, she didn't actually transfer me to their boss's number, and I didn't really intend to report her; I just wanted to scare her. She was so irresponsible, she played me.

She wanted me to come for an interview now. I refused. Although finding a job wasn't easy, I thought that a company like this must be pretty bad, and it wouldn't matter if I didn't go, so I didn't take it seriously. I continued browsing the internet, keeping QQ online while looking for new companies and submitting my resume.

After some time, someone added me on QQ.

I'm always open to anyone, and since the other person was a woman, I added her on QQ. At first, I didn't realize she was the woman I'd just spoken to on the phone. Since I hadn't eaten breakfast, I cooked some noodles and ate them while browsing the internet.

A little while later, my QQ started flashing.

She asked, "Are you Yuan Jiangtao?"

I said, "Yes."

At the same time, I felt a little strange and surprised, wondering how she knew my real name. I thought it was some long-lost classmate. I'm naturally conservative and rarely reveal my real information online. I even opened the door to check if anyone was home. A

really neurotic move.

She continued asking me on QQ:

"Is it really Yuan Jiangtao?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

"Li Haiyan."

"I don't know you."

"Didn't you submit your resume to our company? I'm the receptionist who notified you to come for an interview."

Then it dawned on me. I had submitted my resume online, including my phone number, email, and QQ number. So it was convenient for her to contact me.

Since I didn't reply for a while, she continued to ask me on QQ:

"Still angry?"

"No."

"What are you doing?"

"Eating."

"Breakfast or lunch?"

"Breakfast."

She sent a laughing emoji with her hands covering her mouth. I quickly finished my meal, put the bowl aside, and to be honest, I'd broken up with my girlfriend and lost my job recently. I'd been having a lot of bad luck and was really hoping for a romantic encounter.

Since she'd taken the initiative to chat with me, I didn't need to be polite.

Deep down, I had another thought: since she was a receptionist, she couldn't be too bad-looking, and as far as I knew, tech companies like this had pretty high requirements for receptionists.

I wasn't referring to education or anything like that, but rather appearance, or looks.

So, privately, I still imagined her as a beautiful woman. Why not chat online with a beautiful woman?

I'm a fast typist, so after putting down my rice bowl, I went straight back to my computer and asked her on QQ:

"Your name is Li Haiyan, right?"

"Yes."

"Having fun playing with me, huh?"

"It wasn't intentional."

"Not intentional?"

"Really not intentional. How about this, come for the interview, and I'll treat you to dinner as an apology. You won't actually tell our boss about me, will you?"

"Hard to say."

I said hard to say, but I was just joking. I'm not that petty; a receptionist makes mistakes at work, after all. I didn't need to hold it against her. Although that's what I thought, I still wanted to tease her.

Later, she persuaded me to go for the interview that afternoon. I thought about it and finally agreed. She told me to wait a moment, then asked her boss what time, and came back a while later saying 3:30.

I agreed.

I said, "I'm not here for anything else."

She said, "What for?"

I said, "To see you, to see what you look like."

She said, "I hate you."

I laughed and turned off the computer.

Usually, when a woman says a man is hateful, she actually means the opposite—not only does she not hate him, but she has a great liking for him.

So why didn't I seize the opportunity to continue chatting with her? Why did I decisively turn off the computer?

That's a good question. As for me, although I wouldn't call myself a seasoned player in the dating game, I'm still quite experienced and have a good grasp of women's psychology. I've also done considerable research in psychology, especially women's psychology. "

A workman must first sharpen his tools if he wants to do his work well," and research is essential.

Although I could have chatted enthusiastically with her online, as the saying goes, "the more you talk, the more mistakes you make." The more you talk to a woman, the less mysterious she becomes, and women are strange creatures. Without mystery, without curiosity,

she loses interest in you.

At the same time, I clearly told her that I was here for the interview not for the job, but to see her.

What does "see her" mean? Of course I have feelings for her, but the question is, does she feel the same way about me? I'm not sure yet, but whether she feels the same way or not isn't important; I believe she does. At the same time, she's worried about my potential complaints to the boss about her work oversight.

Although I wouldn't do that, she's still concerned.

At 3:30 PM, I arrived at the company on time. Entering the office, I saw a girl stand up from the reception desk.

She smiled at me.

I guessed she was probably Li Haiyan. However, I wasn't sure, not for any other reason than this girl was even more beautiful than I had imagined. I've seen countless beautiful women—online, in books, and in real life—

but seeing this woman still took my breath away.

On the surface, I remained serious and said, "Hello, I'm here for an interview."

She said, "Are you Yuan Jiangtao?"

I said, "Yes."

She smiled at me again. That smile felt like a bolt of lightning; I never expected such a beautiful woman's smile to pierce my heart like lightning. I have to admit, it's been a long time since I've felt this way.

I thought I'd never be attracted to women again, but I realized I wasn't. It turns out I just hadn't met any beautiful women yet.

When I do, I'm just as easily captivated. At the same time, I felt a slight disappointment.

Why was I disappointed? Logically, this should be a good thing; I should be happy. Everything has its positive and negative aspects, its yin and yang, its principal and secondary aspects. It was precisely because she was so beautiful—or rather, beautiful isn't the right word, she must have had an air of elegance—that I didn't know where that elegance came from.

Later, when I got to know her better, I learned she was a music student, majoring in music at a teachers' college in China, and played the violin exceptionally well. Having that kind of elegance was normal, but at the time, I didn't know her well; it was our first meeting. How could I know so much?

"Are you Li Haiyan?" I asked.

"Yes, please wait a moment, I'll inform our General Manager Mei," she said.

"Okay," I smiled at her. She knocked and went into an office, then came out a while later. I sat on the sofa, doing nothing. Not long after, Li Haiyan came out and went into another office. A moment later, she came out again, accompanied by a middle-aged, overweight man.

I also entered the conference room. Li Haiyan said, "This is our General Manager Wang; he will interview you."

The overweight man said, "Not General Manager Wang, but Vice General Manager Wang."

Later, I learned that there were two bosses in the company: one was Mei Lin, the General Manager, a woman, and the other was Wang Sheng, the Vice General Manager, who was this overweight man. The one who interviewed me that day was Vice General Manager Wang, but of course, Mei Lin made the final decision.

He extended his hand and shook mine. I won't go into details about the interview that day; it was nothing more than asking about my previous work experience, etc. I was actually applying for a writing position, and I had previously worked as a magazine editor at another company. Fortunately, I had some portfolio material, so the overweight man didn't say much.

Finally, he said, "Let me take you to meet our General Manager Mei."

He led me into the large office. Before entering, I assumed General Manager Mei would be a man, but it turned out to be a woman, and not very old, only about thirty, maybe twenty-eight or older. Later, after I got to know her better, I realized she was born in 1975, in her thirties.

It's quite admirable that a woman in her thirties could reach the position of company CEO. The female CEO glanced at me and said, "Since Vice President Wang says it's acceptable, then come to work tomorrow."

Vice President Wang then asked me, "Xiao Yuan, do you have any questions?"

I said, "No problem." We

had already discussed the salary in the meeting room. Although it wasn't high, it was the best I could get. I didn't have high salary expectations; four thousand yuan a month. With various subsidies, it would be four thousand six. My previous salary was only three thousand yuan a month, so this sudden increase made me feel overjoyed.

Luck, what luck!

I'm just an employee; I don't have high demands for work or life.

As I passed the reception desk, Li Haiyan stood up, leaned over, and whispered, "Did you get the job?"

I whispered back, "Yes, I did."

She whispered, "Wait for me outside."

I knew she definitely had something else to say to me, and having such a beautiful and charming woman whispering to me like that filled me with an indescribable sense of pride.

I waited for her at the other end of the corridor.

Not long after, she came over, smiled, and said, "Congratulations."

I said, "I still want to thank you."

"How will you thank me?"

"Treat you to dinner," I blurted out.

"I'll treat you."

"No, I'll treat you."

Chapter Two

Then, we smiled at each other again. Before we could even offer to treat each other, we started arguing about who should pay. I knew she couldn't stay too long, and she kept looking back at the office door, afraid that her colleagues would see her. I also checked the time on my phone; it was 5:30. I asked,

"What time do you get off work?"

"Six o'clock."

"Half an hour left."

"There's a supermarket nearby. Wait for me there, and I'll treat you to dinner after work."

I had no choice but to agree. She smiled, waved goodbye, and went into the office. I watched her go into the office, a strange feeling rising in my heart. What was this? A romantic encounter? It seemed like it might actually happen. No wonder people say that when luck comes, even a door can't stop it. It seems my luck is about to change.

Thinking this, a sense of exhilaration welled up inside me.

Waiting for someone is unpleasant, but waiting for a woman, especially a beautiful one, is a completely different story. Waiting while imagining having dinner with a beautiful woman later sounds like a great option.

I stood at the supermarket bookstore, flipping through a book, when my phone rang. It was Li Haiyan calling.

She said, "Where are you? I'm at the door."

I said, "Wait a moment, I'll be right out."

I hung up and quickly went outside. Then I saw a beautiful woman standing at the door, looking around – it was Li Haiyan. I waved to her, and she smiled.

She said, "Where should we eat?"

I said, "What kind of food do you like?"

She said, "Hunan cuisine."

I said, "Then let's have a Hunan restaurant. Are you from Hunan?"

She said, "Yes."

I felt a secret thrill. To be honest, after meeting so many girls, I still think Hunan girls are the prettiest. Of course, beauty is only one aspect; there's something more important: Hunan girls have a more open and adventurous spirit.

They dare to be pioneers.

Anyway, I like Hunan girls, and thinking about this, I couldn't help but smile. Because I was laughing inside, it showed on my face to some extent. Li Haiyan looked at me laughing and smiled back, saying, "What are you laughing at?"

I said, "I was wondering why you're so beautiful, and now I understand."

She said, "Why?"

I said, "Because you're from Hunan, and Hunan girls are famously beautiful all over the country."

She said, "Sweet talk."

We sat in a Hunan restaurant. Since she was from Hunan, she was naturally quite familiar with Hunan cuisine, so we let her order. After the food arrived, we ordered two bottles of beer. Although I'm not a big drinker, beer can always help, and sometimes when people lack courage, they need a little alcohol to bolster their spirits.

We both raised our glasses, and she said, "I'm so sorry, I had arranged for you to come for an interview on Saturday, but Ms. Mei canceled it, and I forgot to tell you."

I said, "It's alright, it's nothing."

She said, "You're not angry with me anymore?"

I said, "I'm not that petty, what kind of person do you think I am?"

She laughed too, "That's good, I thought you were angry. You're from Hubei, right? People from Hubei are petty."

I laughed and said, "Who said people from Hubei are petty? That's ridiculous, you offended all people from Hubei with just one sentence."

At that time, I was eating with Li Haiyan in a Hunan restaurant. I imagined pretending to be drunk, then going back to Li Haiyan's place with her, or maybe going to a hotel room or something.

But life isn't a novel, and what I imagined was wonderful but unrealistic.

In fact, we only had dinner that day. Although we drank some alcohol and even made the atmosphere a little ambiguous, nothing happened. Finally, after dinner, she paid the bill.

"I'll pay," I said.

"Never mind, I promised I'd treat you."

"But I'm a man, how can I let a woman pay when we eat together?"

"Who says women can't pay?" She laughed.

"I thought of a joke."

"What joke?"

"People say that when a man and a woman go out to eat, if the man pays, they're definitely lovers; if the woman pays, they're definitely husband and wife; if they both argue about paying, they're definitely friends."

She laughed too.

"We're friends," she said.

"Do you consider me a friend?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll consider you a friend too, and I'll definitely treat you next time."

"Okay, you must treat me to dinner after you get paid."

"Okay."

We walked out of the restaurant, where people were coming and going. Note that this is Tianhe District in Guangzhou, no longer Dongguan. Readers who have read the first season will know that I've already arrived in Guangzhou.

Although the title is still "My Scandalous Affairs in Dongguan" (there's also a title called "My Days Sharing an Apartment with a Beautiful Colleague," which is considered the second season of "My Scandalous Affairs in Dongguan," which title do you think is better?), it actually has little to do with Dongguan anymore.

We were walking along a crowded street, and she unconsciously moved closer to me. I didn't think much of it; after all, we'd be colleagues soon, and she'd just said she considered me a friend. Since I lived quite far away, she directed me to go take the bus. She asked me,

"Where do you live?" " In

an urban village in Baiyun District."

Let me explain what "urban village" means. Of course, if you're from Guangzhou, you won't need an explanation, but if you're from elsewhere, you might not understand. Literally, it's a rural area within a city. And that's exactly what it means, because these places are essentially rural areas, rural areas within the city.

Why live in these places?

Because houses elsewhere are too expensive, so I have to live there, even though it's far, the rent is cheaper.

At the time, I rented a single room for 300 yuan a month, plus utilities and internet, it was a little over 400 yuan.

That was considered cheap.

"Where?" she asked.

"Ezhangtan."

"That's too far. You have to transfer buses to get here, right?"

"Yes, I have to transfer once at the train station."

"That's not cost-effective."

Working at this new company now is definitely not cost-effective. Rent is 400 yuan, and transportation costs 8 yuan a day, totaling over 200 yuan a month, bringing the total to over 600 yuan. 600 yuan could buy a two-bedroom apartment with someone, but finding a roommate isn't easy. Besides, I shared a two-bedroom apartment before, and my roommate stole my laptop.

I don't trust strangers, especially men.

"It's not cost-effective, but I have no choice," I said.

"How about this? I shared a two-bedroom apartment, but they moved out recently, and I haven't found a roommate yet. Why don't you move in?" "

Is that okay?" "

The rent is 1000 yuan in total, we can split it, 500 each."

"Great!" "

Great?"

"That's really good!"

I didn't expect Li Haiyan to get excited too. Her face was flushed, and she looked at me excitedly. It made me even more eager to hug her and hold her in my arms.

But we're not familiar with each other yet, so I can't do that.

I'd even thought about it countless times in my mind, and my hand had even reached out, tempted to do something inappropriate. I was desperately trying to control myself. I knew I sometimes had absurd thoughts and a dangerous urge to act on them.

I pretended to be calm, smiling at Li Haiyan with a gentlemanly expression.

Li Haiyan was willing to share an apartment with me. Haha.

In fact, this couldn't be better. I never expected my luck to be so good, it was almost unbelievable. Immediately, Li Haiyan decided to let me go to her house to see the apartment, and if it was suitable, I could move in that weekend. I really had no reason to refuse, so I went with her.

When I went with Li Haiyan, I felt a surge of secret joy. I was getting closer and closer to my goal, and I believed that I would achieve it in the near future. Haha, God, you're so good to me. I had an urge to hug Li Haiyan.

But I did nothing, just silently followed behind her.

As we walked, Li Haiyan asked me,

"You don't seem very talkative."

"I'm usually quite talkative, but I get a little nervous around pretty girls."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Haha, Yuan Jiangtao, I've discovered you're quite good at making girls happy."

Li Haiyan laughed, her wariness towards me lessening. Perhaps Li Haiyan wasn't wary of me at all from the beginning; I wasn't entirely sure. After all, I wasn't a mind reader and couldn't know her thoughts. However, one thing was certain: Li Haiyan had feelings for me.

Standing in Li Haiyan's two-bedroom apartment, she asked me, "How is it?"

"Perfect," I said.

"Really? Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied. When can I move in?"

"Anytime." "

That'll have to wait until the weekend."

"Then let's do it this weekend."

I smiled knowingly at Li Haiyan. It was clear that Li Haiyan didn't have a boyfriend; if she did, she certainly wouldn't have a man sharing the apartment with her. At the same time, I was a little surprised, because I knew that in real life, although there are beautiful women, they are like a rare resource, relatively few, and many men would definitely flock to them.

But it was really strange that such a beautiful woman wasn't being pursued.

Although I really wanted to ask her, we weren't very familiar with each other yet, and some things were better left unsaid, so I kept it to myself. There's always time, and I had a feeling that sharing a room with this beautiful woman would lead to some interesting developments.

Perhaps this was how my new life would begin.

After starting work, we didn't see each other often. Even though it was my first job, my direct supervisor, Vice President Wang, had high expectations of me. In his words,

"We require you to be ready to fight and win. This project is worth one million a year, which is not a small amount. You must do it well and build our brand."

The so-called project was actually producing a publication for a large company, published monthly, while also assisting another group with some temporary tasks related to email and text message outreach projects. President Wang asked me,

"Are you confident?"

"I think so," I said.

"I can't say yes, but I have to say yes. We're facing a blue ocean, whereas the newspapers and magazines you used to work for were a fiercely competitive red ocean."

Vice President Wang was a fat man who tended to get very excited when he spoke, which made his speech a bit unclear. Worst of all, he had bad breath from years of smoking, but despite it, he still loved to talk. Since I was new, I didn't want to show my disgust, so I just pretended to be okay, nodding and agreeing as I listened. It

was really inconvenient to reveal too much about work, as it was mostly boring.

However, the company required colleagues to use Skype for work communication, which is also a chat tool, similar to MSN or QQ. It's ridiculous; the company thinks everyone uses QQ for chatting and Skype for work.

I, on the other hand, often chatted enthusiastically with Li Haiyan online. She asked,

"Are you getting used to work?"

"It's alright."

"Hehe."

"And you?"

"I'm the same as always, not only handling the front desk but also some HR and administrative tasks."

"A jack-of-all-trades, huh?"

"What jack-of-all-trades? It's a small company, that's how it is."

That Friday afternoon, she asked me on Skype,

"Are you moving tomorrow?"

"Yes.

" "Are you ready?" "Yeah

, is there anything wrong?

" "Hehe, no, just asking."

"That's good, I thought you weren't going to rent to me anymore."

"Are you worried about that?"

"Yeah, sharing with a beautiful colleague, that's a rare opportunity."

"You jerk."

I heard a woman call me a jerk again, but I wasn't angry at all. When a woman says a man is a good person, she usually adds, "I'm not right for you, let's break up." If she calls you a jerk, it actually evokes a strange sense of goodwill.

This principle is so profound; you can't understand it without repeated romantic experiences. Fortunately, I've already understood it, and a sense of pride wells up inside me. The woman liked me, which was a good thing. I just needed to see if she had a boyfriend; maybe he lived in another city, and we were in a long-distance relationship.

The next day, I found a car near my place, negotiated a price of 300 yuan, and the driver wouldn't lower it any further, so I had to agree. The landlady was a little surprised that I was suddenly moving out, saying:

"Is the place not good?"

"It's fine."

"Then why are you moving?"

"I changed jobs, it's too far, I have to move."

"Where are you moving to this time?"

"Tianhe, Wushan, you know?"

"Then you can't get your deposit back."

"I have no reason, we agreed to return the deposit when I move out."

The landlady meant that if I wanted to move out, I had to give her half a month's notice, otherwise her house would be empty, no one would rent it, and naturally there would be no income. The old woman, who had been all smiles, had now torn off her hypocritical mask.

In the end, she tried every means to get an extra hundred yuan from me.

Sigh, working is really damn hard. But there's nothing I can do, who told me I can't afford a house? Coming to this godforsaken place, working, making money, is it that easy? It's hard to understand the bitterness unless you're in it. Finally, I said:

"Forget it, forget it, a hundred yuan, I don't think you'll get rich."

Although it was only a hundred yuan, it affected my mood. I drove to Li Haiyan's building. Li Haiyan had already come down and was waiting for me downstairs, which touched me a little; she really is a nice girl. She looked excited, while I had a long face, not a pleasant one at all. Li Haiyan kept looking at my face, and her own expression changed. She tried several times to be affectionate with me, but ultimately did nothing. I wanted to put on a smile too, but I couldn't; I really couldn't think of anything else. I had to find a way to get someone to help move my things.

Chapter 3

Although there wasn't much stuff, there were quite a few books. Every time I saw a good book, I wanted to buy it, and after reading it, I couldn't bear to throw it away, so it accumulated more and more, and it was especially heavy. It was packed into one cardboard box after another.

I found a few idle men nearby and said, "Move it to the fourth floor, fifty yuan."

The idle men looked at the items; there were quite a few: a rice cooker, a gas stove, a water heater, a TV, and so on. The idle men said, "One hundred."

"Seventy."

"Eighty."

Finally, we settled on eighty yuan. Then we carried everything up. It was really damn difficult, but what could I do? Finally, everything was done. The place was a bit messy, though. This two-bedroom apartment already had a TV, gas stove, and refrigerator.

The TV I brought was in my small room; the landlord already had a large TV in the living room. The washing machine was on the balcony. The refrigerator was rarely used, and I suspected it was broken, but Li Haiyan said,

"It's fine, I just rarely use it."

"Oh,"

I said. Then Li Haiyan said,

"You seem a little down."

"No," I forced a smile.

"You're not unhappy living with me, are you?"

"No, not at all."

I hadn't expected Li Haiyan to be such a sensitive woman, and so concerned about my feelings. This made me feel both ashamed and touched.

I thought for a moment, then mentioned that I'd overpaid the landlord earlier. She laughed and said, "I knew you were petty! What's a hundred yuan to a grown man?" It made me a little embarrassed. Hearing that my low spirits had nothing to do with her, she cheered up. It was already 1 PM. I asked her,

"Have you had lunch?"

"No."

"Then let me treat you."

"Sure."

"And thank you for helping me move my things earlier."

Although I had asked someone to move my things, Li Haiyan had also helped me carry my laptop upstairs and then stood in the room setting up. She even bothered to decorate the place after the things were moved up. Besides, sharing an apartment with such a beautiful woman, it's only right to eat together more often and strengthen our friendship.

After lunch, we walked out of the restaurant. The sun was shining brightly outside—what a lovely day! Having such a beautiful woman by my side felt really good. I don't know what good luck I had, to have met such a beautiful woman so effortlessly, and now we even live together—not cohabiting, of course, but soon, I suppose.

I couldn't help but feel a little distracted, and I turned to look at Li Haiyan and smiled. Li Haiyan pulled me along and said, "Let's go buy groceries, we'll cook together tonight."

I asked, "Can you cook?"

"Don't underestimate me, of course I can."

"Really?"

"I really can. I used to cook for myself all the time when I was alone, and I even had my own pots and pans. Can you cook?"

"Guess."

"I think so, most men from Hubei can cook."

"You know quite a bit, you can, but your skills are just average." "

I'm not expecting you to cook to the standard of a state banquet."

"That's true, even if you did, I couldn't cook it."

We chatted as we walked towards the market, thankfully it wasn't far. We

had just finished lunch and were already preparing dinner, which felt a bit strange. I used to cook for myself, but I always went to the market to buy groceries close to dark and then cooked on the spot. This time was different; I went to the market with a woman, bought the groceries, and then cooked.

Sitting in the living room that evening, we had prepared quite a feast. I even bought a few bottles of beer and chilled them in the refrigerator. Then we sat down, watching TV and drinking beer. There really was a warm, homey feeling, which gave me the illusion that Li Haiyan and I had truly become family.

"Cheers. We'll be living together from now on, please take care of me." I raised my glass.

"Cheers."

"Li Haiyan."

"Just call me Haiyan. I'll call you Jiang Tao from now on."

"Is that okay?"

"Why not? We can call each other that at home, and we'll still be colleagues at the company, no one will know."

"Since we're sharing an apartment, it's best not to let our colleagues know," I said.

"Why?"

"Think about it, a beautiful woman like you, if others knew I lived with you, wouldn't they be furious? They'd be so jealous of me!"

"You rascal." Even though she called me a rascal, Li Haiyan still laughed. "Okay, it's fine as long as I know."

Actually, I've always been quite low-key, and I know there are quite a few male colleagues in the company, including some promising young men. Men are all scoundrels (of course, I'm not exactly a saint myself, oh reader, I hope this hasn't offended you). They're all eyeing Li Haiyan covetously. I wonder what they'd think if they knew I was sharing a room with someone else?

The TV was showing "Today's Frontline," and I watched it while eating, finding it quite engaging. We chatted about various topics, like what sports I like, whether I like to travel, etc. In fact, I don't really have many hobbies. I used to like playing basketball and table tennis. Then I read books, surf the internet, but I don't have any particular interests. I don't like traveling either.

“I like playing chess,” I said.

“Chess?” she asked. “What kind of chess?”

“Chess, Go, and stuff like that.”

“Do you know checkers?”

I laughed. What’s that? I used to play checkers when I was in elementary school, but so many years have passed that I’ve completely forgotten how. Li Haiyan is so impulsive; she immediately wanted to find a set of checkers to play with me. Luckily, she couldn’t find it.

She rummaged around, asking, “Where did you put it? I clearly remember having one before!”

I said, “Never mind, don’t bother looking. I’ll teach you Gomoku.”

I knew she wouldn’t be interested in chess or Go, and more importantly, our skill levels were mismatched, so it wouldn’t be fun. Gomoku was different; there was a Go set and a board, and Ye Xiaolin and I used to play it together often.

We’d always sit on the bed and play. We’d deepen our relationship while playing. Thinking of Ye Xiaolin made me a little sad. Oh well, the past is the past, and you have to let it go.

Unexpectedly, Li Haiyan's first question was, "Is it difficult to learn?"

"Not difficult."

"Really not difficult?"

"Really not difficult." I laughed.

"I'm most afraid of straining my muscles; I was never good at math when I was in school."

"I knew it."

I laughed too. Then, I brought over the Go set, and she cleared the table. She also brought a few mats and placed them on the living room floor. These mats are made of plastic, like a jigsaw puzzle; you can buy them in supermarkets. I've seen them before, but I don't know their name. We sat down around the small coffee table. Looking at Li Haiyan so closely really made my heart flutter. More importantly, because of the hot weather in Guangzhou, you can imagine that Li Haiyan was at home, wearing casual pajamas—the conservative kind, not anything erotic, so please don't get the wrong idea.

Even so, when she lowered her head, her cleavage was still faintly visible. My gaze involuntarily fell on her cleavage, and my face involuntarily turned red. She noticed my odd behavior, glanced down at her cleavage, and said,

"You rascal, what are you looking at? I'll gouge your eyes out."

"Sorry," I said, a little embarrassed.

"Don't let your imagination run wild," she said, her tone half-serious.

I knew she wasn't really angry.

Then, I taught Li Haiyan how to play Connect Four. It's actually very simple; you win if you get a pair of five pieces. Li Haiyan quickly mastered it, saying,

"It's not hard."

"It's not hard at all, and it's especially suitable for girls."

"Let's play then."

"Okay."

I didn't expect Li Haiyan to develop a habit of playing Connect Four with me, and she was quite enthusiastic about it, asking me all the time, "Want to play a game?" I usually agreed. Sometimes I would go online in my room, mostly browsing forums and chatting with other people online.

The door was usually ajar, but she would always knock and say, "I'm coming in."

I would quickly get dressed, and a couple of times she saw me shirtless, which made me feel embarrassed. She seemed indifferent. Then she came in and asked me to come out and play chess with her. I was really impressed by this woman, but I felt awkward refusing.

And so, we lived together in this ambiguous way.

One day, I asked her, "Haiyan, let me ask you a question, do you have a boyfriend?"

I had been living together for two weeks when I asked this question. We worked in the same office every day and lived under the same roof after work, so we really felt like family. She could also tell that I had almost no friends in Guangzhou. Since breaking up with Ye Xiaolin, I had changed my phone number, signifying a clean break from my past life.

Now, I genuinely felt that Haiyan was a good girl, even feeling like family. I thought it would be great if she became my girlfriend. However, sometimes she would constantly send text messages, definitely in contact with someone. Sometimes she would stand on the balcony talking on the phone, and I could roughly guess that the other person was a man. However, phone calls were rare; it was usually text messages.

Sometimes, while we were playing Connect Four, her phone would ring, and she would stop to reply to the text message. I'd never asked her before, and now I was driven by curiosity, but also by the realization that I was slowly falling for her. I'm terrified of falling in love.

"What do you think?" Haiyan said.

"No," I said. "I can tell you usually spend weekends at home with me."

"No, I have a boyfriend."

"

You have one?"

"Yes." "Really?"

"Yes."

"Where is he? What does he do?" I asked.

Despair crept into my heart. Ah, so she has a boyfriend. How disappointing. I could even feel the light in my eyes dimming. Although reluctant, I had to accept this reality.

I felt depressed.

Perhaps my nervous expression amused Li Haiyan, because she laughed too. Her laughter made me realize my lapse in composure. Later, I understood that Li Haiyan wasn't angry with me; rather, my nervousness actually made her like me even more.

This is understandable. A woman always hopes for a man's approval. How does a man approve of a woman? Simply by liking her, or rather, loving her.

Loving someone is the greatest praise one can give.

Hearing Li Haiyan say she did made me a little sad, and at the same time, I felt she might be joking with me. Young girls are always a bit mischievous, which is normal, but as I looked at Li Haiyan, her face gradually became serious, yet also sweet. She said,

"My boyfriend is doing his master's degree in Chongqing."

"Master's?"

"Yes, a master's."

"Oh, impressive." I felt a pang of jealousy. "What's his major?"

"Literature."

"Really?"

"Yes, he's like you, he's read a lot of books."

"Oh." I felt increasingly sad.

But Li Haiyan seemed more and more interested; perhaps no one had ever talked to her about her boyfriend before, and she felt a desire to confide. She told me about her boyfriend, and I listened. Actually, the story was quite simple. Li Haiyan had also graduated from a teacher's college and was a music teacher at a private school in Dongguan. Her so-called boyfriend—oh, his name was Li Honghong, a woman's name, isn't that funny? She became a Chinese language teacher at that school, teaching junior high school Chinese, and then she fell in love with someone who was supposedly very handsome and talented. I said,

"Is his surname also Li?"

"Yes."

"That's where he's wrong. You both have the surname Li, how can this be? Five hundred years ago, you were family! You can only be siblings, nothing more," I said, feigning seriousness. "

You're so annoying! He's from Sichuan, I'm from Hunan, we didn't even know each other before."

"That's still no good."

"Ugh, I'm ignoring you."

Knowing that Li Haiyan had a boyfriend was still somewhat sudden for me, and my mindset underwent a subtle change. Where did this change come from? Perhaps it was related to this man named Li Honghong. Sigh, before, seeing how enthusiastic and proactive she was towards me, I thought she had feelings for me. I didn't expect she was already taken, which left me somewhat disappointed.

In the days that followed, although she remained as enthusiastic and carefree as before, I knew this was just a facade; something inside had changed.

One day, she asked me,

"Xiao Yuan, let me ask you, have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

Oh right, I forgot to mention that here. Although I was born in 1982 and she in 1984, making her two years younger than me, I don't know why she made me call her "sister." I really don't know where that came from. Of course, I've never called her that, but whenever she returns to that room, she insists on calling herself "sister," which makes me both laugh and cry. I've found that writing things down is really difficult; you can't leave anything out, or people will be confused. Or rather, recalling the past is inherently difficult. Some things might stay in your memory longer, while others, due to the passage of time, are almost forgotten.

Occasionally, I'll think of them.

"You want to know?" I said.

"Yes, let's chat, just chat casually."

"I don't know where to begin." "

First love, only first love. I've heard that men generally value their first love more and can never forget it. Is that true?"

"You want to hear your first love story, right?"

"Yes, just my first love."

At that time, Li Haiyan and I were sitting in the living room, on the floor. There was a Go board on the coffee table, the one we used to play Connect Four. The TV was still on, but the volume was very low. We didn't want to watch TV at all; we just wanted to hear the sound. We could also hear some car noises outside. This place was in the city, but it was also quite remote, so it was relatively quiet at night. I said,

"You really want to hear it?"

"Tell me, I want to hear it."

"Then I'll tell you. Get me a glass of water first."

She didn't mind and actually got up to get me a glass of water. That day, she was wearing those summer shorts, which covered her buttocks completely. However, her firm and beautiful buttocks aroused me again. I turned my head back and pretended to watch TV.

She placed the water in front of me and said, "Go ahead and tell me."

Chapter Four.

I drank the water and then told her a story. It was a story, but actually true. On my first day of junior high, I was captivated by a little girl and instantly fell in love with her. I was only in the first year of junior high then, and the little girl was a top student, ranking among the top in the class. My grades weren't good in the first year, but by the third year, I had become the top student.

One day at noon, the teacher wrote "Daily Practice" on the blackboard. This "Daily Practice" was actually invented by the math teacher; it involved assigning a difficult math problem each day, which the class representative would copy onto the blackboard, and the students had to complete it. On the day of the check, I realized I hadn't done the problem from the day before, so I borrowed the little girl's notebook to copy the problem. When I returned the notebook, I slipped a small note inside.

Then, that evening, I hugged and kissed her in the grove near the school. After graduation, I got into the top high school in the region, while she only got into an ordinary high school in our town, the one where her father taught. At first, we kept in touch through letters. Later, I even went back to see her during winter break. Then, her father found out—he was also a teacher—and demanded that she break up with me. She wrote a letter and ended things.

The story is over, but Li Haiyan still asked,

"Anything else?"

"No." "

That's it?"

"Yes."

"Was that your first love?"

"Yes."

"Did you have 'that' back then?" she hinted. I found it quite funny to see her trying to explain but unable to say it outright, but I didn't laugh.

"I was only in junior high back then, how old was I? There was no such thing!"

"No?"

"No."

"Then that's not first love," she said. "But you're quite precocious."

"Really? I think so too. I heard Guo Moruo fell in love with his sister-in-law when he was nine."

"You're pretty much the same."

"Of course I'm not comparing myself to others, maybe I'm just more emotional."

After I said this, she just smiled at me. I had already heard bits and pieces of her story about her so-called boyfriend, Li Honghong, and even though I didn't want to hear it, she insisted on telling me, which left me feeling helpless.

"Let me tell you about my boyfriend," she said.

"Don't tell me."

"Why?"

"I can't handle this shock."

"Haha, Jiang Tao, you haven't fallen in love with me, have you?"

I didn't say anything, thinking to myself, "That's obvious. Can't you tell? Is she really pretending or just putting on an act?" Sometimes women are such strange creatures. It seems like having someone love her makes her feel proud, but then she has a boyfriend, which is the most confusing thing.

Although there are various sayings, like "If you wield your hoe well, you can dig up any corner," I didn't want to do that.

In the office, our relationship seemed ordinary, even somewhat like strangers; to outsiders, it was as if we didn't even know each other.

There was a colleague in the office named Wen Yong, a tall and handsome young man. Although he was young, he was actually the same age as me, and he wanted to pursue Li Haiyan. One day, he said to me,

"I've noticed that Li Haiyan is the prettiest person in our company. I wonder if she has a boyfriend."

"I think so," I said.

"Yes? What does he do?"

"I don't know." Although I knew very well that her boyfriend, Li Honghong, was studying for his master's degree in Chongqing, I could only pretend not to know.

"It doesn't matter if she does, as long as she's not married, it's fair competition."

"Then go for it."

I shared a room with Li Haiyan and had many opportunities to interact, so I could have easily told her about Wen Yong, even as a joke. But I didn't. Not for any other reason than that I felt it was a bit pointless, and I figured Li Haiyan wouldn't like a man like Wen Yong.

But from then on, Wen Yong particularly liked to talk to me about Li Haiyan, every day, discussing everything from her clothes to her hair color. One day, Wen Yong said,

"You said Li Haiyan has a boyfriend?"

"It seems so."

"So, do you think she's still a virgin?"

"What do you think?"

"I'd say probably still."

I laughed. My laughter really angered Wen Yong. Later, I realized that Wen Yong had never had any dating experience in his life, never dated a woman, let alone slept with one. But that didn't seem right either. From what I knew, he especially liked going to porn sites and downloading pornographic videos to his computer, not only watching them himself but also spreading them around.

So innocent? He must be faking it.

This surprised me a bit. I couldn't believe there were such people in the world, not young anymore, still a virgin. I also felt a little sorry for him

. "You say that just because you've dated someone, does that mean you've slept with them?" Wen Yong said angrily.

"Eighty percent probability."

"Why?"

"No why." I was a little impatient. To be honest, I didn't like dating another man and a woman. If you want to pursue someone, just pursue them. What's the point of just talking endlessly? But Wen Yong wasn't like that. Well, in fact, this man was quite timid. Although he sometimes pretended to be bold and sexually harassed others, he was essentially a shy man.

"Are you still a virgin?" I asked.

"Yes."

"No wonder."

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder you're so naive?"

"Your thinking is so vulgar. Don't assume that just because someone has had a boyfriend, they've slept with him. You think women are too easy." I didn't expect Wen Yong to get angry, but I didn't say anything. Let him be angry. I just smiled. Later I said,

"Should I talk to her?"

"You're not even familiar with her?"

"Should I tell her?"

"Yes," Wen Yong said, "but I've never seen you talk to her."

In the eyes of my colleagues at the company, Li Haiyan and I were indeed not familiar; we almost never spoke in the office. People might mistakenly think I wasn't familiar with her, but I didn't need to confess to her. My motto is: "No complaining, no explaining." In the words of Confucius, "Is it not a gentleman who is not angered when others do not understand him?" It's the same idea.

On payday, I invited her out to dinner. She had originally said she would cook at home. I said,

"I promised to treat you, you can't go back on your word."

"Am I worried about you spending money?"

"There's no need to save me money, I'm fine on my own anyway."

"You're so open-minded."

In the end, we decided to go to a karaoke bar, which not only had karaoke but also a buffet. I'd been there before with colleagues. In the private room, I asked her,

"Have you ever been here before?"

"No, I don't like coming to places like this. It's like the women and men who come here aren't respectable."

"Why do you think that? Actually, young people are like that these days, there's no need to think like that."

"Do you come here often?"

I noticed the serious look in Li Haiyan's eyes when she asked me, which made me hesitant to joke with her. At the same time, I was also a little confused, wondering why Li Haiyan was so nervous about me? Could it be that she had secretly fallen for me too? This caught me completely off guard. I said,

"No."

"Really not?"

"Really not. I'd like to come, but it costs money, and my income isn't high."

"I knew you wanted to come. Men are all the same."

"Did your boyfriend ever bring you to these kinds of events before?"

"No, he's a scholar."

"Scholars are the bad ones, the worst are scholars, you know? Chen Shimei was a scholar; he abandoned his wife after passing the imperial examination."

"He's not that kind of person."

I saw that Li Haiyan seemed serious. I sighed inwardly. This woman seems to love that man named Li Honghong quite deeply. I felt sad and heartbroken; it was really unbearable. But on the surface, I could only pretend:

"I was just joking. Are you really that anxious?"

"No."

"Don't rush me, I won't talk nonsense anymore."

"I miss him a little."

Good heavens, no way! She doesn't treat me like a man at all. Maybe it's like some people say, there's no such thing as pure friendship between men and women, but at this moment, with Li Haiyan saying she misses her boyfriend in front of me, I really felt terrible.

Could it be that I've fallen in love with her too?

Maybe so.

Maybe I've always loved her, but I fell in love with her before I even realized it, from the first moment I saw her.

Love comes suddenly, catching you off guard.

"Never mind, let's drink and sing," I said.

"But I'm not good at singing."

"It's okay, there's no one else around."

"Then I'll sing."

"Sing, sing."

Once she started singing, I realized that Li Haiyan wasn't just bad, she was absolutely amazing. I still remember the shock she gave me when she sang Xin Xiaoqi's "Taste," she sang it almost perfectly, on par with the original. I don't know if it was genuine feeling or something else, but she sang a few more songs afterward.

I noticed that Li Haiyan always sang those kinds of songs with a particularly good sense of melancholy, and the emotions were expressed perfectly. Although on the surface she was a cheerful, enthusiastic, and lively girl, I could tell from one song that her usual demeanor was all an act.

That night she drank quite a lot, got drunk, and even threw up, which I didn't expect. After she got drunk, I helped her and hailed a taxi back to her place. As I helped her upstairs, she was still saying,

"Jiang Tao, you know what? You look so much like my boyfriend. I liked you at first sight, but it's been a year and a half since I last saw him."

Hearing this, I felt a pang of unease. I couldn't understand what was wrong with that man named Li Honghong. Why was he so trusting of his beautiful girlfriend? A year and a half without seeing each other? Shouldn't they at least see each other during winter and summer vacations?

She seemed truly drunk. I helped her to bed, took off her shoes, and carried her to the bed. Her breasts, like two volleyballs, pressed against my body, giving me an unusual urge, but I couldn't do it. I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in such a state.

She looked at me with hazy eyes, and I found myself somewhat unable to control myself. She said,

"Jiang Tao, I know you like it, right?

" "You've had too much to drink, get some sleep."

"Don't go, stay with me," she said.

"Sleep well, I'll get you a glass of sugar water." I heard sugar water helps with hangovers.

After pouring the water, I went in. She was already fast asleep. Looking at her sleeping face, her full breasts rising and falling, her red lips, I felt an irresistible urge. But I knew that while I could do it with other women, I couldn't with this colleague who lived in the same room and worked at the same company.

I fled her room, slamming the door shut behind me. The door had a clock lock; once you pressed it from the inside, it wouldn't open unless you had a key, which I didn't.

Most hotel rooms have this kind of lock.

I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and would do something I shouldn't.

I usually shower with hot water, but that night I felt a surge of lust. Although it was April and the weather wasn't very hot, I rinsed my body with cold water from head to toe, gradually extinguishing the fire of desire within me.

It wasn't right.

After showering, the urge seemed to subside a bit, and I had also drunk quite a bit that night. I hurriedly threw my clothes into the washing machine and went straight to bed.

The next morning, as soon as I woke up, before I even got out of bed, I lay there with my eyes wide open, still thinking, but my mind was blank, I didn't know what I was thinking about, when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw Li Haiyan's beautiful face. She craned her neck and said,

"May I come in?"

"Come in."

She came in and then pulled me up to eat breakfast. It turned out she had cooked breakfast and even bought milk and steamed buns. I was a little surprised and smiled.

"Why are you being so nice today?" I said.

"You treated me yesterday, so it's my turn to treat you today."

"That's true."

I went to the balcony to hang up the clothes. I had put the clothes in the washing machine last night, and I usually take them out to hang up the next morning. But the clothes were already hanging up, fluttering in the wind.

"Did you hang them up for me?" I said.

"Yes, shouldn't you thank me?"

"You really should."

"How?"

"I'd like to repay you with my body, but I don't know if you have any objections?" "

You rascal, I knew you'd never say anything nice."

I laughed. Actually, at that moment, I had a strong premonition that sooner or later something would happen between Haiyan and me, that we would end up sleeping in the same bed. What's a little repayment? It's just a matter of time. It seems my premonition was quite accurate. We sat down together at the dining table. While eating, she looked at me, seemingly a little embarrassed. I found her expression amusing and laughed again. She asked me,

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

"But you clearly smiled?"

"I like you, can't I smile?"

"You really like me?"

I didn't expect a woman to ask that, leaving me speechless for a moment. I eventually changed the subject and started talking about Wen Yong's feelings for her. In fact, it was obvious that Wen Yong liked her, even if he didn't say it. Women are sensitive creatures; they couldn't possibly not know when a man likes a woman and often talks about it in front of her.

If he said he didn't know, there was only one possibility: he was pretending not to.

"Speaking of liking someone, there is someone in our company who likes you, you know?" I said.

"You don't need to say, I know who you're talking about."

"Then tell me who I'm talking about?"

"Wen Yong, can we not mention him?"

"Let's talk, do you like him?"

"No."

[To be continued]
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