Love that transcends age

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Chapter 1: Premeditation

Jiang Ziqin sat in her office, busily working on unfamiliar paperwork at the computer. Her fingers,
clumsy and inefficient, tapped across the keyboard.

The entire afternoon had been spent typing, leaving her dizzy, her back aching, and her eyes watering. She
wearily paused, stretched, and rubbed her sore shoulders. Glancing at the clock on the wall,
she realized how quickly time had passed. The short hand pointed to 4, the long hand to 3, meaning it was already 4:15.
She had a client meeting at 5:00 to collect payment. After deducting half an hour for the drive, she had only fifteen minutes to finish
this document. She had to hurry. Her hands began typing again, but the more anxious she became, the more mistakes she made,
helpless against her clumsiness. She carefully retyped and meticulously proofread,
not allowing .

Before leaving, she placed all the documents into a folder.

Driving, her mind was preoccupied with the project she'd tendered that morning. In the dismal state of the construction industry, every
building company and contractor was meticulously calculating costs, even the smallest price difference. She pondered
how to secure the contract. Even if her company didn't care about such a small project, she
had to rack her brains to find the most advantageous approach for herself, all for the sake of sales targets.

Her company's prices were higher than those of small premixed concrete plants—a consequence of their bureaucratic practices and the perceived
added value of a big, reputable company. But in this rural area, who cared about brand names? Clients wanted quality at a low price, meeting cost requirements and
maximizing profits. Price was her biggest obstacle; the so-called brand name was utterly useless in this impoverished region
.

She sighed deeply. Doing business was truly difficult. At the company, she had to be mindful of her boss's mood; outside, she had to be mindful of
her clients' moods—she was caught in the middle, unable to please either side.

After driving for a while, she picked up her phone and said sweetly, "Wen Hong, are you done with your work? I'm almost there. Do you have time
to come with me to collect payments?" "Okay! Okay! Okay! Miss, I'm ready and waiting for you. Don't rush me!"
Zhou Wen Hong sounded quite helpless on the other end of the phone. He still had a ton of work to do at the company, but it was his nature as a man
to resist a woman's sweet and coquettish request.

She had called him three times today, asking him to accompany her to collect payments. Every time the clients she
was meeting with saw her, they stared at her ample bosom with lustful eyes, their mouths practically watering,
making him shudder. She was too embarrassed to ask other male sales representatives to do it for her, since it was her area of responsibility, and she had no
reason to shirk her work. She also didn't want to be criticized as a useless woman; she had to make those who looked down on
her look at her with new eyes.

Zhou Wen Hong was the sales manager for this area, and she was the only female sales representative. If he didn't go with her,
he wouldn't be able to shirk responsibility if she were assaulted. So, logically, it was always a safe bet to visit clients with him after dark!

After parking the car in the factory area, she went into the office, cheerfully greeting each colleague with her usual
enthusiastic language. "Handsome guys and beautiful girls, long time no see! I'm just here to bother you for a bit, I'll be right back."

Her signature smile froze wearily on her face, looking somewhat forced and unnatural.

Zhou Wenhong, hearing her greetings from upstairs, came downstairs. As soon as she saw him,
she took out the documents she had just prepared from her briefcase. "Sign these for me first..." she said, her smile still lingering.
A smile was her essential survival mask, even if it was a forced, insincere one.

After signing, they walked out together, and she got into his car. Zhou Wenhong, tall and large, felt
quite unable to stretch out properly. He wasn't used to riding in a woman's car either. In his mind, men should
protect women; he wasn't a chauvinist, just a traditionalist with outdated views.

She generally admired him, finding him mature, stable, and trustworthy.

After driving for a while, Zhou Wenhong broke the silence, asking, "Have you had any new project tenders recently?
Aren't the old ones almost finished?" He turned to look at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

She lowered her eyes, looking at her handbag, and said listlessly, "The old projects can hold out until March or
April next year, but there aren't any big tenders right now. I went to check the bidding this morning, and those tenders are all beyond my reach." She sighed, lamenting the lack of sales targets
for the month, her smile instantly fading. The company's high bids
reduced its competitiveness.

"So lacking in confidence?" he asked with a smile, understanding her predicament.

"Our company certainly wins in terms of quality, but for small projects, the room for negotiation is small,
making it really difficult. We've encountered the same problem with several recent projects; clients are
snatched up by other companies over a mere ten or twenty dollars." "Why don't you ask your factory manager? Maybe he can solve it. Ten or twenty dollars isn't much.
If he's willing to help, sign the contract first, then submit it to head office, and there won't be any problems." Seeing her distress over performance,
he felt sorry for her, as they were colleagues.

"I'm afraid that after the contract is submitted, the assistant manager will call to ask who decided the price, and then
the factory manager will shift the blame to me. How will that be resolved once the contract is signed?" "Once the contract is signed, there's no turning back.
You're being forced into it!" "Don't get me into this!" she muttered in dissatisfaction with his bad idea.

Letting the company lose money would not only affect her performance evaluation, but it would also diminish her work ability, something she was very
concerned about . Therefore, she always acted cautiously and carefully considered every project she took on; acting first and informing later was too risky.

Seeing her dissatisfaction, Zhou Wenhong laughed heartily. "There are policies from above, and countermeasures from below. Wanting both sales targets
and good prices? Do you think salespeople are gods? Anyway, let's get the work first. It's not a huge number, so
there won't be any major problems. Trust me, I've been there." He looked confidently at her worried face;
he'd been in sales for at least a decade longer than her.

Seeing his resolute expression, she decided to trust him. She said, "Okay! I'll ask the factory manager tomorrow."

She finally showed a relieved and enlightened expression.

That evening, they visited two clients, and the two of them ate at a casual restaurant, both very hungry. They arranged to meet another client at nine o'clock,
and waited for them not far from the agreed-upon location. Collecting payments usually requires this kind of running around; the worst thing is when a client suddenly cancels after you've already left
, making the trip a waste. Tonight, things went relatively smoothly.

When she returned to the company, it was neither too early nor too late. She glanced at the time and casually said, "Aren't you going to invite me in for a bit?"
Her eyes, which were fixed on him, kept darting around, as if they held some inexplicable ulterior motive.

"A single dorm isn't convenient..." He suddenly became hesitant, his generosity gone.

She teased him, annoyed, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" Before the words were even finished, she strode confidently towards
the dorm , walking ahead of him, completely ignoring his wishes.

"No, no!..." Seeing her walk away, he followed, reluctantly saying, "Okay! Just so you know,
there's not much to offer in the dorm." He simply couldn't handle her carefree and outspoken personality.

They walked together into a low-rise building opposite the office. Pulling open the screen door and unlocking the door,
the room contained only simple furniture: a double bed, a wardrobe, a small coffee table, and a 20-inch
television .

He turned on the TV to ease the atmosphere; it always felt awkward for a single man and woman to be alone in a room.

"There's no chair, just sit on the bed." He patted the edge of the bed, indicating she could sit there.

For a long time, neither of them took their eyes off the television screen, creating an extremely awkward atmosphere. She wanted to say something
to ease the tension but couldn't find a topic. Seeing him suddenly become as shy as a young boy amused her. He was already in his fifties;
what hadn't he seen and experienced? Yet, being alone with him in a room, he was still at a loss. She decided
to tease him a little.

She pouted and said in a coquettish, affected voice, "Why are you sitting so far away! That chair is rock hard. Come sit here!"
She patted the large empty seat next to her, her tone like a typical cafeteria madam.

He smiled faintly, hesitated for a moment, then followed her alluring gaze and sat down beside her. He didn't want to
look at her directly.

Although she wasn't conventionally beautiful, and fine lines had appeared at the corners of her eyes, she possessed a unique femininity.
Her figure wasn't particularly voluptuous; her slightly plump abdomen was noticeably rounder, but her fashionable and trendy clothes, with their well-tailored cuts, completely concealed
any imperfections, making her appear neither middle-aged nor frail, yet still alluring. The low-cut dress she wore subtly revealed her cleavage,
her full breasts seeming almost fragile, a sight that even a seasoned man like him couldn't help but be aroused.

After he sat down, there was another moment of silence. Suddenly, she inexplicably began to sob. Sitting beside her,
he was momentarily at a loss, quickly comforting her, "Why are you crying! What happened? Did someone bully you?"
Before he could finish speaking, she leaned in and hugged him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder, tears welling in her eyes as she
sobbed . She said, "Let me hug you... just for a moment..." Seeing how upset she was, he figured she must have suffered some
injustice and had no one to confide in, so he didn't refuse. Besides, at this moment, he didn't know how to refuse.

She cried for a long time. He finally realized that women really have a lot of tears, so many that they seem endless.

Later, he noticed that this woman was clinging to him tightly, as if she had some ulterior motive. Unable to suppress his
suspicions, he said, "I have a girlfriend!" His breathing instantly became rapid and uneasy.

She actually said, "I don't care, I just want a one-night stand!" She made no attempt to conceal her purpose.

Chapter Two One-Night Stand

One-night stand? He was silent. This sentence didn't sound like the one he knew about her. Did

she really want it?!

Her hand reached into his shirt and gently stroked his back, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, her soft
breasts rubbing against his chest, extremely provocative.

When a woman takes the initiative to throw herself into your arms, no one can suppress the desire lurking in their heart. Following the aroused
feeling placed his hand on her waist and caressed it, the warm force eliciting a soft, intoxicated moan from her. In a daze, she
closed her eyes slightly and pressed her hot cherry lips against Zhou Wenhong.

Stirred up like this, the burgeoning desire within him seemed to be urgently burning away his reason. Zhou Wenhong
could hardly believe that she would suddenly offer herself to him. They had known each other for a while, and there hadn't been any particular
attraction between them before. They didn't get along well, only occasionally going out together to visit guests and collect debts. Apart from that, they didn't have much interaction,
and he couldn't see any feelings she might have for him. Although he was still confident in his still dashing appearance,
he had the advantage of proximity. She was a married woman, and any slight movement would cause a sensation and invite
gossip .

Now, even if he thought too much, he couldn't suppress his burning desire. Her fiery lips were locked in a passionate kiss with his,
accelerating the flames of passion. In a daze, he reached out and unbuttoned her blouse. As her blouse opened, he could almost hear a "pop"

as her proud 34E breasts seemed about to burst out.

She proactively unhooked her almost bursting bra, one hand supporting her breast, the other pressing his head down, offering her delicious,
full nipple to his moist mouth.

Zhou Wenhong, teased by her, could no longer maintain his composure. Pressing against her enormous breasts, the visual
effect ignited his lust. He had imagined her slightly sagging abdomen would be adorned with two shriveled, papaya-like
breasts, but instead, they were firm and round, like two inflated balloons, too beautiful to be touched, yet
irresistibly tempting to kiss… no, he wasn't just kissing them, he was practically devouring them, wanting
to possess them!

His tongue passionately nibbled at her nipple, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully, and she parted her lips, uttering soft, almost dreamlike
moans.

She hadn't felt the warmth of a man's body in a long time, and every touch of his hand seemed to
release aphrodisiacs within her, almost soaking her underwear.

Zhou Wenhong's hand, following the alluring scent of musk, wandered to her slightly parted crotch. The damp ground felt
warm . He reached out and caressed her sensitive spots, and at that touch, she couldn't help but let out soft moans, her body
twisting slightly. The moisture seemed to increase, coating his palm. Was she really that thirsty?

He pulled down her panties, spread her legs, and knelt down against the edge of the bed, inserting his fingers into her body. Two fingers
slowly rubbed against her insides, causing her to lose herself in the moment, spreading her legs wide, her hands on her breasts, her body slightly arched, enjoying his
caresses.

She kept moaning softly, breathing deeply, until he pressed her down on the bed, withdrew his fingers, and then a
soft, slightly scratchy touch spread across her entire body. His head was buried between her legs, greedily sucking her juices.

His tongue also licked her wetness vigorously, until his desire was almost bursting out of his body, before he pressed down on her
heavily , sliding deep into her body.

Suddenly, a hard object was inserted into her, and she cried out in ecstasy, "Ah…" Her legs opened wide to clamp the
hard little thing.

Seeing her body tremble with excitement, his blood surged, and his already high desire intensified, leading him to recklessly…
He thrust in and out of her repeatedly, his force growing stronger with each stroke.

Her abdomen swelled with the foreign object, the powerful force seemingly striking every erogenous zone, causing her to moan
involuntarily , her voice growing clearer from its softest.

As her moans rose higher, his desire intensified. As the fire spread throughout his body, he prepared to find
the perfect position for his final thrust. He lifted her legs high onto his shoulders, binding them even more tightly.

This abrupt one-night stand was new and unprecedented for them.

He leaned down and thrust forcefully, the tingling sensation making her cry out, "Ah...ah..." A
wave of passion filled the small room.

"Is it good?" Zhou Wenhong asked, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto her body. From this moment on, they
were no longer just colleagues. He believed that after this night, everything would change.

"Mmm...it feels so good...again..." she murmured indistinctly, her legs raised high, her private parts seemingly
exposed to Zhou Wenhong's gaze, overflowing with wanton fluids.

"I'll make you feel so good." He thrust into her relentlessly, almost wanting to penetrate her completely.

The "slap slap slap..." of muscles slapping together grew clearer and clearer in the salty air,
arousing her intensely.

"Oh...mmm..." With each rise and fall of his body, she twisted her body to meet him, her legs
spreading wider and wider under the urging of desire, her cries growing louder and more captivating.
She had never expected to be able to make love with this man so passionately.

Amid her ecstatic cries, Zhou Wenhong suddenly said, "I'm going to cum..." A moment later,
Zhou Wenhong thrust one last two times, then stopped, lying heavily on top of her, covered in sweat, looking
exhausted as if he had just finished a long battle.

After a moment of passionate indulgence, a brief forgetting of reason, until the sweat beads sensed the intensity of the cold air, he
finally lifted his face from her chest, quietly pulled the blanket over himself, and lay on his side, sweat dripping down his face as he brushed
the strands of hair that fell across her cheek, seemingly still wanting more...

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