Yan Ran's ambiguous gaze

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All night long, Niu Naifu wavered countless times between wanting to make any intimate move to his wife, but he remained lying still. His wife's breathing, devoid of its usual tranquility and gentleness, sounded like endless sighs enveloping the bed, making Niu Naifu's chest feel suffocated. This made him afraid to even make a simple turn, lest any slight friction ignite a spark. Only when he faintly heard sanitation workers sweeping the streets did he slowly drift into a deep silence. When he awoke, the sun was already shining. His wife, as usual, had gotten up early to take their son to school. Niu Naifu quickly got up, washed, and went out. He knew that some things had to wait until he calmed down before he could resolve them.
When the mystery of what kind of woman, Boss Yan, was revealed, she sat elegantly before Niu Naifu, her right hand resting gently on her knees, which were covered by a black silk jacquard dress of exquisite material. The scent of Chanel perfume filled the room with an incredibly real and rich aroma.
Niu Naifu observed the seated woman, usually starting near the point where her upper and lower body met at a right angle. He noticed her hands were very fair and delicate, with faint bluish lines visible on the back of her wrists. Her fingers were long and slender, and a large diamond ring on her left ring finger and a jade bracelet on her right wrist gleamed dazzlingly. There seemed to be some excess fat on her lower abdomen, causing the folds of her black silk to form a strange curve, while the curve of her chest was quite alluring, almost as worthy of display as the diamond ring and jade bracelet. When his gaze fell on her face, a hint of disappointment flashed across Niu Naifu's face. Perhaps too much facial care had left her skin unnaturally tight and lacking a soft sheen, but her smile was quite elegant, and her slightly upturned eyes and thin lips, upon closer inspection, still exuded a considerable amount of charm and allure.
In fact, their conversation about the purpose and origin of this meeting quickly came to an end. The purpose was very simple: Mr. Yan had his eye on a two-story commercial storefront on a street near Niu Naifu's company, and wanted to open a restaurant there. He also hoped to use some connections to get the rent down to the minimum. The reasoning was also logical: Mr. Yan knew Lian, and Lian introduced him to someone named Niu Naifu who had many connections in the area, making everything seem natural. Of course, she also gave a fairly realistic description of her relationship with Lian, mentioning things like they often drank tea and chatted together, often went shopping together, and sometimes went to bars and had late-night snacks together—
they were very close friends. Although Niu Naifu couldn't immediately guess her real age, estimating from her unnatural tension and not-so-soft shine that she was probably between 30 and 36, once she started speaking, her smooth, long, slightly trembling voice, and the lingering yet perfectly timed trailing off at the end of each sentence, made Niu Naifu feel that guessing her age seemed unnecessary. It was a voice that easily aroused a man's fantasies, like a soft, yielding body about to collapse into you.
Niu Naifu readily agreed to take her to the head of the neighborhood in charge immediately. "Let's go in my car!"
she said, picking up a Burberry handbag—a style not yet seen in the city's largest shopping malls and fashion boutiques—as she gracefully and slowly rose. A sparkling brown BMW X5 pulled up in front of Niu Naifu's company. He hesitated, wondering whether to sit in the front passenger seat or the back, when Yan had already gotten in, rolled down the passenger window, and waved at him: "Come on, get in!"
Her voice was very pleasant. Nana and several of the company's salespeople were standing behind their windows, looking down.
Niu Naifu suddenly found himself speechless. He always felt uncomfortable around women more flamboyant than himself. Yan broke the silence first: "Sister Lian said you're a very straightforward person, and you sing quite well!"
"Sister Lian? Is she older than you?"
Niu Naifu glanced at her again, leaning back in his seat with a rather composed posture.
"Haha, what? Do you think I'm old?"
A blush appeared on Yan's taut, radiant cheeks, fleeting. "Sister Lian is 36, and I'm 32."
"Hehe, that's not what I meant. You both don't look thirty at all!"
Niu Naifu adjusted his posture, staring at the pair of well-maintained, fair, and delicate hands on the steering wheel. "Your hands aren't even as beautiful as young girls'!"
"Oh dear, it seems only these hands of mine interest you, Mr. Niu!"
Yan's eyes narrowed further as she laughed, reminding Niu Naifu of a fox.
The BMW X5's seats were clearly much more comfortable than his own Crown 30—that's what Niu Naifu felt.
He inexplicably glanced at the back seat and found it resembled a highly imaginative bed. A wicked thought suddenly crossed Niu Naifu's mind. He thought that if something happened there, it would definitely be much more interesting than last time. The
"last time" Niu Naifu was thinking of was actually a sweltering summer night several years ago, when he and a woman he'd met in a bar, whose name he could no longer recall, drove to a mountainside by a lake filled with the sounds of frogs and cicadas, found a seemingly secluded ravine, and that's where the story began. At that time, he didn't know that the conventional name for this kind of thing was "car sex." He was driving a somewhat worn Santana then. All the vibrant colors of the city had vanished, and the woman's pupils were unconsciously unfocused, chattering incessantly the whole way, making him wonder if something had been added to her drink.
The constant entanglement of their fingers and the woman's repeated caresses of Niu Naifu's groin had rendered the car's air conditioning increasingly ineffective. As the Santana turned off its lights and sprawled across a patch of bare branches and gravel, disappearing into the darkness like a ghost, the two, burning with desire, silently slipped into the back seat, one on each side. The moment the woman sat facing Niu Naifu on his lap, he ripped open her t-shirt and ripped off her bra; a condom slipped out quietly from under the bra. He kissed her breasts passionately, gently biting her nipples, while his hand impatiently reached down to her genitals, roughly kneading them. The woman clung tightly to him, dramatically swaying her upper body, burying his face in her cleavage, letting out soft moans. Niu Naifu then inserted his fingers into her vagina, stirring vigorously, making gurgling sounds in the overflowing fluids, as if trying to arouse her completely.
The air was thick with the stench of sweat and a faint fishy smell, but on this sweltering summer night, everything outside of the physical body seemed to be submerged by the oppressive heat of the darkness. The two men, panting heavily, stripped themselves naked, like two wolfhounds ready to tear each other apart. Niu Naifu, still clinging to the last vestiges of his sanity, fumbled for the condom. Due to the limited space, Niu Naifu's legs were bent, his buttocks half-rested on the edge of the seat, his lower back almost suspended in the air to provide upward support, like a half-finished sit-up. The woman straddled his lap again, grasping his penis and aiming it at her vulva, rubbing it haphazardly against her wetness. A dazed look spread through her entire body as she let his penis plunge in without resistance.
"Oh—"
The two men almost simultaneously let out a low howl, as if biting each other's throats. She moved slowly but powerfully up and down, occasionally swaying back and forth and side to side, churning the penis inside her.
During this process, Niu Naifu tried to find a more comfortable position, but the woman, holding his head, was completely immersed in the role, which made Niu Naifu passionately involved in the story, completely forgetting his suspended waist. He continued to knead her nipples with one hand and stroke her clitoris with the other, making the woman increasingly unable to control herself. The frequency of her movements increased, and sweat kept falling onto his face. Several times, she bumped into the car roof, making loud thuds. The Santana looked like a small boat tossed about in the waves. The temperature in the narrow space kept rising, making both of them feel as if they had been pulled out of the water, but the cramped feeling did not suffocate Niu Naifu's desire. On the contrary, it was like a pressure cooker, making the pleasure surge like steam to every nerve in Niu Naifu's body, with increasing intensity, as if his soul was being cooked and breaking free of his body. They were completely engrossed in a situation where they wanted to tear each other apart until they were bloodied and mangled.
The sounds coming from the woman's chest and throat were very similar to the sounds Niu Naifu had heard as a child at the commune's livestock slaughterhouse, the sounds of sows whose tracheas had been cut. "Don't stop...don't stop...I'm going to cum..."
Niu Naifu straightened up, raising his buttocks high, each hand gripping a handful of the woman's waist.
The woman also became even more frenzied, her sweat mingling with her vaginal fluids, making their joined parts sticky and wet. She heard Niu Naifu let out a low groan, his hands seeming to twist the flesh off her waist, a stream of hot liquid spraying straight into the end of her vagina. In that instant, she felt as if she had been scalded by steam, her whole body trembling a few times before collapsing into his arms...
The aftermath of that experience wasn't exactly pleasant. The next day, Niu Naifu's waist and legs began to ache, clearly a consequence of severely restricted limb movement. In particular, one time when he happened to pass by that mountain pass and got out of the car to "reminisce," he discovered that the front of the car that night was only inches away from the cliff overlooking the lake. This gave him a fright and caused him to avoid fast-food style so-called "car sex" ever since. Several months later, Niu Naifu ran into the woman again. He greeted her with a smile and subtly hinted at the bar and the ravine from that night. The woman looked at him with a strange, confused expression for a long time, then politely said, "I don't know you. I've never been to that bar, and I don't know that ravine. I'm just a passerby. You must have mistaken me for someone else." She then turned and left. Niu Naifu quickly forgot the woman's name…
Things with Yan went as smoothly as expected. The street secretary and Niu Naifu's father were comrades-in-arms, and after their demobilization, they fought side-by-side in the trenches of officialdom. This relationship was common knowledge in the street's Party Committee and office, and Niu Naifu's usual generosity and shrewdness had earned him a considerable network of connections. After a pleasant conversation lasting less than forty minutes with the deputy director of the street office in charge of economic affairs, the rent for the storefront Yan had his eye on was reduced from 2.6 yuan per square meter to a minimum of 1.2 yuan, on the condition that the business registration and tax registration be conducted within the street office. This would also allow him to enjoy preferential policies on rent and local taxes as a company attracted through investment promotion. Everything was agreed upon with a rather high-sounding reason and form. Yan readily accepted and immediately signed the initial agreement. As they shook hands and said goodbye, Niu Naifu took out two shopping cards, each worth 1,000 yuan, from his bag and handed them to the deputy director.
"Mr. Niu, thank you so much this time, you've gone to so much trouble for me!" As Yan
walked out of the street office compound, he smiled brightly, and as he spoke, a fair and delicate hand rested on Niu Naifu's hand, and his full breasts trembled slightly.
"Hehe, it was nothing!"
Niu Naifu smiled calmly, like someone returning a lost purse to its owner in the face of praise. "Don't keep calling me 'Boss Niu,' just call me Brother Niu!"
Through his interactions with people, he had deeply realized that even a crooked gourd or a cracked date would struggle to grow and survive without some roots and vines connecting and climbing each other.
"Haha, okay! Do you have anything else to do now? How about we find a place to grab a bite? It's almost 11:30."
That soft, lingering tone easily stirred certain thoughts in one's mind.
"Oh, no, I have errands to run this afternoon, I have to rush back to the company now."
Niu Naifu really wanted to find a place to sit with the rather charming Boss Yan in front of him, but he simply wasn't in the mood today. His wife's angry shouts and the hastily falling scraps of paper under the scissors were a serious reminder that he needed to restrain himself for a while.
Upon dropping Niu Naifu off at the company entrance, Yan waved gently from inside the car, a hint of allure in her upturned eyebrows. She whispered to Niu Naifu, "Let's go karaoke together next time!" To
Niu Naifu, the allure in her eyes and her words were a clear indication of ambiguity and subtlety. He possessed a hound-like keenness and sensitivity to every woman's move, though this sensitivity sometimes led him into unrequited love and a sense of longing that was unattainable. Nevertheless, this feeling had seeped into his bones like the sap of opium, gripping his very being. Of course, he also knew perfectly well that the allure of this businesswoman named Yan Ran was largely a facade.
"Haha, okay, no problem, I'll call you then!"
Niu Naifu gestured as if making a phone call, returning her a somewhat ambiguous look.
Entering the office, a sheet of paper dangled from the fax machine. It stated that a batch of goods supplied by Niu Naifu's company to a company in Jinan had some quality issues that needed to be resolved. Niu Naifu frowned and called Nana over, handing her the fax and saying, "Let's go to Jinan together tomorrow." Nana said "Okay." Niu Naifu seemed hesitant again, asking if they should ask the salesman, Xiao Zhang, to come along. This time, it was Nana's turn to frown, asking what he meant. Niu Naifu smiled and said, "Then let's both go!"
Nana was surprised that she had blurted out "what does he mean?" without thinking. What does he mean?
It was inexplicable. She was a little angry with herself, but the unfathomable look in the man's eyes behind his glasses stubbornly reminded her of another man, another man who had disappeared thousands of miles away...

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