It was just a minor incident.

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I worked at a foreign company on the second floor of the Golden Eagle Shopping Mall in Xinjiekou,

from nine to six, which marked the beginning of my career. Golden Eagle had many beautiful women; I often saw stylishly dressed women, exuding a pleasant fragrance—a whole group of sophisticated, bourgeois women. Looking at them was a pleasure, but I was never tempted. Because I had Li.

One day, returning home from an outing, I took the elevator back to the company as usual. There was another woman in the elevator. The Golden Eagle elevator was large, with bright mirrors on three sides. She kept looking at herself, seemingly very concerned about how her makeup looked. I watched for a while and couldn't help but laugh. She looked at me and smiled back. I suddenly realized she was very beautiful, and then I looked at her more closely. She was about 1.65 meters tall, probably 27 or 28 years old, well-dressed, with light makeup, and exuding a subtle fragrance. "Another sophisticated woman," I thought to myself.

Later, I often ran into her in the elevator, because she also worked nine to six. We would occasionally chat; she learned I worked on the second floor, and I learned she worked on the first floor. I also learned her name was Yun.

One day I worked overtime and didn't leave until after 8 pm. I ran into Yun again in the elevator. She was carrying a large stack of books, looking quite strained. I naturally offered her some of the books, and she thanked me. When we got to the first floor, a waiter in the lobby hailed a taxi for us. Yun got in, and I said, "Let me walk you home. You must be tired carrying all that." She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

At the time, I didn't think much of it; it just slipped out. But now I have to admit, subconsciously, I wanted to spend more time with Yun. Her appearance and demeanor were very attractive to me, and I might even have had a vague, sinful thought—a sexual one. If I had thought about it a little more then, I wouldn't have said that, and none of what happened afterward would have occurred. But I did.

Yun's home was in Crescent Lake, and the luxurious decor of her house indicated her family's financial status. No one was home. We chatted casually for a while, and she invited me out for dinner, which I gladly accepted. We took a taxi to Piano Restaurant on Shigu Road in Xinjiekou (I think that's the name; I only went there once). The ambiance was quite nice, a perfect place for chatting, dating, and romance.

Back when I was a student, I thought the most romantic and prestigious places to take a girl out for a meal were KFC and McDonald's. Every time my dad and his friends took me out to eat, I strongly suggested KFC or McDonald's, but my dad never listened. He always went to Chinese restaurants, and they cost even more than KFC. I never understood why and thought my dad had no taste. Now I realize that my dad actually has the best taste.

I finally understand how tacky it is to go on a date with my girlfriend at KFC or McDonald's. It

's always noisy there, with kids running around chattering—it's like a kindergarten. Without dim lighting to create ambiance, without the quiet enjoyment of beautiful music, and with long queues and fierce competition for seats, where is the romance in all this? A few days ago, I had an urgent matter and bought some fast food at KFC. I found that apart from the spicy chicken wings, everything else was so unpalatable, practically inedible. I don't know how I used to eat them. Therefore, if a man over 25 is still dating and picking up girls at KFC or McDonald's, there are only two reasons: either he lacks taste, or he's broke.

We chatted as we ate. I learned that Yun is five years older than me, has a two-year-old daughter who usually lives with her grandmother.

Her husband is very capable, a manager at a large foreign company, earns a lot of money, and was sent abroad for a year of training. He'll be back in two months, "just in time for the New Year." Yun seemed very happy, and I was happy for her too.

After dinner, we took a walk along Shigu Road. She said that when they were dating, her husband often accompanied her on walks, to the movies, and they frequently went dancing. After they got married, it happened less often. She also said she missed the crazy feeling of headbanging in the dance hall. "Let's go dancing now, to the Time Tunnel, the music there is good," I suggested. She hesitated slightly, then agreed. But she suggested going to the Redi Bar near Changfu Street, saying the atmosphere there was better and the music was more upbeat.

That was my first time at a Redi Bar. We found seats on the fourth floor; the floor was transparent, allowing us to see the lights of the dance floor below. Yun said it was her favorite seat. That night we drank a lot, first Heineken, then Jack Daniel's. When we got drunk, we went to the third floor to headbang. The music was very upbeat, the atmosphere was great, and we danced without a care in the world, having a wonderful time. I started holding her hand, and she didn't refuse. We danced like this until after 1 a.m., when I saw she was very drunk, so I helped her and hailed a taxi to take her home. After

dropping Yun off at her apartment building, I wanted to turn around and go home. She grabbed me, saying she was incredibly drunk and asked me to help her upstairs, so I went into her house again.

To be honest, I was drunk that night too, and I really can't remember who made the first move. I only remember seeing an extremely voluptuous and mature female body, smooth and hot, writhing and moaning under the light. The lust in my heart was like a burst dam, completely out of control, overwhelming me and making me lose my reason. We became entangled, again and again. A healthy, mature woman's body, so soft, smooth, and warm, it simply dazzled and captivated me.

The ancients said that alcohol can cloud judgment, and I regret only remembering that saying afterward.

A few days later, Yun called me, saying her daughter wanted to go on a picnic, and she was worried she wouldn't have enough energy to walk with the child, hoping I could go with her. I considered it for a moment and then agreed. It was a very hot day, and the three of us explored the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. The child was very happy and became quite familiar with me, and she was also very happy. Later, we went on several more dates, but we didn't have sex.

I felt that I was falling for her, but I suppressed my feelings. I told myself I had to give 95% of my affection to Li.

Two months later, her husband really did come back.

One day after work, I ran into her again in the elevator. She said her husband was waiting for her downstairs. I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled. As we exited the Golden Eagle lobby, I saw a man waving at her from afar in the parking lot. He was in his thirties, very handsome, elegant, and well-dressed—clearly a successful man.

Yun happily ran towards him. I suddenly felt inferior. Her husband was so outstanding, successful, and provided her with a comfortable life. And me? A greenhorn fresh out of school, struggling to support myself, yet trying to indulge in romantic pursuits—it was utterly foolish. After that, we never contacted each other again.

About a week before the Chinese New Year holiday, she called me. She said, "I'm a little bored. Can you come with me to the DIY bar tonight and rock out?" I refused. "The music at the DIY bar isn't upbeat anymore; it's become old-fashioned disco. I'm going to Topone now." She paused for a moment and said, "Actually, I wanted to talk to you." "I know," I replied.

We were silent for a while on the phone.

She said she sometimes missed me and felt happy when she was with me. She also said her daughter had asked her where the uncle who used to play with her was, and she didn't know how to answer. As she spoke, she sobbed. She said she was horrified to discover that she had fallen in love with two men at the same time and asked me what to do. I felt a pang of sadness, sensing that my emotional defenses were about to crumble.

But I gave a cold laugh and said, "This is just a moment of confusion for you, a small episode in your life. Your husband is back. Actually, we don't need to contact each other anymore. Your husband is excellent; you will be happy."

Indeed, compared to her husband, I was probably just a piece of shit.

After hanging up the phone, she wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes.

[The End]

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