My stunningly beautiful 29-year-old female boss (1-6)

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The first time I met my female boss, I was captivated by her.
(Absolutely original, all names in the text are pseudonyms)

1.
It's a long story. At 41, I was a failure, drifting around Guangzhou, making a living as a ride-hailing driver.
A few years ago, a fatal accident occurred during a project I was contracting. As a result, I not only served two years in prison, but my company was also taken over, and my wife divorced me.
After my release, I came to Guangzhou to stay with a friend and worked for a construction company where he was the supervisor. One time, I had a dispute with the client, and I felt too embarrassed to stay any longer, so I decided to become a ride-hailing driver.
Fortunately, I was imprisoned for a safety accident, not for drunk driving, drug driving, traffic accidents, or endangering public transportation, so it didn't prevent me from driving for a ride-hailing company; otherwise, I would have been truly desperate.
Although I was destitute, I was single and had no family to support. I could take rides when I wanted and not take them when I didn't. In my spare time, I would go online or to bars to pick up girls and satisfy my physical needs, which was quite carefree.
That April, those days unknowingly reached a turning point.
On my friend's recommendation, I applied for a job as the boss's driver at a company. My friend had always felt guilty that he hadn't taken good care of me after I traveled all the way to Guangzhou to seek refuge with him.
I wasn't initially interested; being a ride-hailing driver was much more comfortable than working a 9-to-5 job at my age. But considering the decent monthly salary, and with my friend's strong encouragement, I decided to give it a try. To my surprise
, I was hired right away. I figured I'd give it a shot, and if things didn't work out, I could always quit and go back to driving for a ride-hailing company. On my
first day, I tidied myself up, wearing a white t-shirt and Korean-style slim-fit trousers, with a small checkered long-sleeved shirt over it. I even fixed my hair in front of the mirror.
Honestly, my parents gave me a pretty good appearance. Standing at 1.75 meters tall, his consistent fitness regimen prevented him from developing the typical greasiness of a middle-aged man. His fairly handsome face, framed by light stubble on his chin and upper lip, exuded a touch of style and nonchalant arrogance.
I arrived at the company on time to report for duty. It was a branch of a Shanghai-based conglomerate in Guangzhou. I wondered what kind of person my boss would be, and whether he would be easy to get along with. I hadn't met him in person during the interview.
After some initial conversation, a receptionist led me inside. The place was quite large, and there were many people, all seemingly very busy—no wonder it was a large conglomerate.
Reaching the door of an office that looked luxurious from the outside, with a sign above the door reading "General Manager's Office," a woman's sharp voice came from inside. The receptionist stopped abruptly, and I followed suit.
"What are you all good for? You've been working on this order for so long, and this is the mess you've made? Are you just taking a paycheck? Do you even want to work here anymore? If not, get out now..."
The woman was clearly angry. She continued, "A bunch of useless trash!"
Then a young girl's voice came through, "I'm sorry, Ms. An, it's our fault. We'll change. Please give us another chance."
"I'm giving you a month. You must see results, or you're fired immediately," the woman snapped.
Hearing this, I was startled. This woman had quite a temper! I couldn't help but ask the receptionist next to me, "Excuse me, could you tell me if our boss... is a woman?"
The receptionist rolled her eyes dismissively. "What else?"
I inwardly groaned. I had assumed that a senior executive in a big company like this would be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, but it turned out to be a woman, and she sounded quite young. I'd never worked with a female boss before, especially one younger than me. I wondered how I would ever be able to work under her. I suddenly regretted coming.
Just then, the office door opened, and a young man and woman walked out, both looking miserable, the woman with tears welling in her eyes.
The receptionist grabbed the girl, asking with sympathy, "Are you alright?"
"Look at me, how can I be alright?" the girl said, her face full of grievance. "You should be careful too, she's furious."
After the two left, the receptionist knocked on the office door. A voice inside said, "Come in," and she cautiously opened the door, saying, "Mr. An, your driver is here."
It was clear the receptionist was also afraid of this female boss. The female boss said, "Let him in."
"Go in!" The receptionist nodded to me and we went into the office together.
It was indeed large and luxurious. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a young woman stood with her back to us. She was tall and graceful, with long, wavy, chestnut-colored hair.
She turned around; she looked to be under thirty, her gaze cold as she looked at me. My first impression was, damn beautiful! Beautiful enough to make my blood run cold.
She was dressed in the season's business attire, a perfect blend of a sophisticated white-collar worker's competence and mature charm, but she was just too aloof.
"Mr. An, this is the new driver..." the receptionist introduced, gesturing to me.
I quickly gave a slight bow. "Hello, Mr. An, my name is Chen Yu, Chen as in 'ear east,' Yu as in 'honor.'"
The cold beauty stared at me expressionlessly. As soon as I finished speaking, she immediately said, "You can go out now. We'll call you if we need anything."
Leaving Mr. An's office, I asked the receptionist where my desk was.
"Your desk?" The receptionist looked at me with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "You, a driver, deserve a desk?"
I smiled. "I mean, where do I usually sit?"
"That's not my responsibility. I'll ask around for you later," she said with a hint of disdain, walking away in her high heels. After a short distance, she turned back and said, "Find a seat near the side for now. Don't sit at other people's workstations; everyone here is busy."
"Okay! You're busy," I said to her swaying back.
Several people in the large office area were secretly glancing at me. Their gazes weren't exactly unfriendly, but they were certainly full of disdain. Well, in the workplace, most men my age have reached high-level positions, or at least are junior managers. Who at my age is still a low-level nobody?
I looked around but couldn't find a suitable place to sit, so I strolled to the break room. "Okay, this will do?"
I sat down and noticed an ashtray. Thinking I could smoke here, I took out a cigarette and lit it. After taking two puffs, a young woman came to the water dispenser to get water. She glanced at me, then looked down at her cup and said, "Excuse me, sir, smoking isn't allowed here."
I was a little annoyed. There was an ashtray, and cigarette butts in it—why couldn't I smoke? "Then...where can I smoke?" I asked.
"You can't smoke anywhere. Smoking is prohibited in our company," the woman said, handing me her water glass. "If you really can't resist, turn left at the stairwell outside."
Standing in the stairwell, I smoked and pondered. The people here seemed rather indifferent to newcomers.
No wonder. The workplace is like a battlefield; everyone started as a newbie, a rookie, and suffered discrimination and unfair treatment. Now that they've finally established themselves and become veterans, they naturally put on a superior air in front of newcomers to vent their past grievances, even though the newcomers they face have absolutely nothing to do with their past experiences. That's
human nature—flattering superiors and bullying subordinates. Often, the weaker the person, the more they like to vent their anger on those even weaker than themselves.
I felt a pang of self-pity. At forty-something, I was still starting from scratch in the workplace. If I had to blame someone, it would be myself for being so weak and failing to manage my life properly.
After graduating high school, I didn't go to university. I drifted through life for a few years, then worked in engineering. In my thirties, I started my own company and had my share of wealth and success. But then that incident happened, and I've fallen to this state.
I often think, if I hadn't drifted through life and had just found a job, I'd probably be a manager by now, at least a small one. Even if I weren't an official, I'd have a decent, stable income. Even if that incident hadn't happened, the company wouldn't have gone bankrupt, and I wouldn't be in jail. I might be scolding my employees right now. In any case, I'd be so much better off than I am now.
The past is too painful to recall, and there's no going back. Just as I was lost in thought, a voice called out, "Hey, are you the new driver? What are you hiding there for? Boss An is calling you!"

2.
"Where have you been? I've been calling you for ages." Boss An said impatiently as soon as she saw me.
I quickly explained, "I'm sorry, Boss An, I was smoking in the stairwell."
"From now on, no matter what, you must stay near me and be available at my beck and call, understand?"
"Yes, Boss An, I understand."
Boss An gave me another impatient look and coldly ordered, "Come out with me."
"Yes, Boss An." I replied humbly and followed her out.
Throughout the journey, including in the elevator, Boss An didn't say a word, her face cold the whole time. The scent of her perfume mixed with her body odor created a captivating aroma that filled my nostrils, making me intoxicated.
I secretly estimated her height; she was wearing high heels and was about the same height as me at 1.75 meters, so I guessed her actual height was over 1.67 meters.
I secretly pondered to myself, this woman is truly beautiful, with an impeccable figure, but she's too aloof, seeming unapproachable and unapproachable. I wonder if she's married; she's not getting any younger, surely she has a boyfriend? Her husband must be a mixed bag, half heaven, half hell. He's incredibly lucky to have such a stunning beauty, but her temper is so awful. What man could possibly live with her?
Lost in thought, I followed Ms. An to a new Audi A8L. She took the car keys from her Chanel bag and handed them to me. I pressed the unlock button and opened the driver's side door, about to get in, when I found the cold beauty standing by the rear right door, watching me coldly.
"What's wrong, Ms. An?" I asked uneasily.
Ms. An rolled her eyes and didn't answer. I immediately understood, quickly running to her side and opening the rear right door. "Please get in."
Ms. An then bent down and sat in the car. As I walked towards the front left door, I thought to myself, "What kind of woman is she? Just a branch office general manager? Does she really think she's some kind of high-ranking official?"
The black Audi A8L drove along the bustling streets of Guangzhou. From the moment Ms. An got in the car, her phone was constantly ringing. She was either receiving reports from her subordinates, giving instructions, or communicating with clients.
I secretly glanced at her in the rearview mirror, once again captivated by her stunning beauty. Especially now, she looked exceptionally capable, exuding the aura of a powerful woman, making her even more admirable.
She noticed me spying on her in the rearview mirror, glared at me, and continued talking on the phone while looking out the window. I felt quite embarrassed and quickly looked away.
After a while, Ms. An put down her phone and said to me, "I think it's necessary to remind you, concentrate on driving when you're driving, and don't stare at your female boss."
"Yes, Ms. An..." I said, a mischievous thought creeping onto my mind. Actually, I wasn't afraid of her, but I was intimidated by her aura. If I angered her, I'd quit; it's not like I had to do this servile job.
"From now on, I won't stare at you while I'm driving," I continued, glancing at Ms. An in the rearview mirror.
She flinched slightly. "Not even at other times."
"Yes," I replied, secretly amused. You can be shy sometimes, after all!
Just then, her phone rang again, and she answered. I was quite surprised; she spoke fluent Chongqing dialect. Before, she either spoke Mandarin or Cantonese, both quite standard, with no hint of a Chongqing accent.
After Ms. An ended the call, I asked, "Ms. An, if I may ask, are you from Chongqing?"
"Yes," she replied expressionlessly.
"Me too, me too, we're from the same hometown!" I immediately said in Chongqing dialect, turning my head slightly.
"I could tell earlier, your Chongqing-accented Mandarin is really strong," she said in Chongqing dialect, still expressionless.
"Hey, Ms. An, which district are you from? I'm from Nan'an District."
"Shapingba," Ms. An said, leaning her head back on the chair and closing her eyes.
I said "Oh," and stopped talking, thinking to myself, well, I can't even get close to her now.
We drove to the underground parking garage of a building and parked in a spot. I quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Ms. An.
As she bent down to climb out of the car, a glimpse of her breasts was revealed through the gap in her blouse. Her breasts, encased in a bra, were round, white, and had a deep cleavage—quite alluring.
Based on my observation and experience, her breasts, while large, were just right and perky enough to be considered top-quality. On my first day at work, I had already caught a glimpse of my beautiful female boss's exquisite breasts, and I couldn't help but secretly marvel at my good fortune.
Ms. An, completely unaware of this, walked straight towards the elevator. I quickly asked, "Ms. An, should I wait for you here?"
She paused briefly, looked at me coldly, and said, "What do you think?"
"Okay, I understand," I nodded, watching her tall, graceful, and dashing figure enter the elevator.
Sitting in the car, I wondered what she was doing here. Meeting clients, discussing business? Perhaps she was here to have a tryst with some man? Maybe! For a young and beautiful female executive like her, to achieve results, keep her position, or even get promoted, it's common for her to be sexually harassed by clients or superiors.
At that moment, I even conjured up an image in my mind of my female boss having sex with some man (she kneeling naked on the bed, her plump buttocks raised high, a middle-aged, obese man penetrating her from behind while slapping her ass), thinking, "You're up there having fun with a man, leaving me here waiting for you, you son of a bitch."
That afternoon, I waited until almost five o'clock before Ms. An finally arrived at the car. I immediately got out of the car, opened the right rear door for her, helped her get in, and then sat back in the driver's seat.
Just as I was about to drive off, I heard Ms. An say, "Open your WeChat QR code and add me as a friend."
She handed me her phone from behind. I was secretly pleased; her initiative to add me as a WeChat friend meant she had a good impression of me.
"Okay, Ms. An," I said eagerly, swiping the QR code and holding it under her phone.
After a "beep," she fiddled with her phone and said, "Milan on the Sea, why such a name? What does it mean?"
I explained that it came from my favorite Italian art film, *The Legend of 1900*, and my favorite Italian football team, Inter Milan.
"You have good taste, and you're quite romantic," Ms. An said.
I felt secretly pleased, and I was convinced that although she seemed cold and aloof, she actually had a good impression of me; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to add me as a friend.
As I was lost in thought, I heard Ms. An's voice beside me, "I've sent you my home address. Take me home now."
"Oh, okay, Ms. An." I couldn't help but feel disappointed. So that's why she added me as a friend?
Looking at her WeChat name again, "An Xiaomei, Guangzhou Branch of Shanghai Chaoyue Group Co., Ltd.", it was bland and devoid of any poetic or life-affirming quality. I thought to myself, this woman is just a workaholic who probably never knows how to enjoy life.
I subconsciously checked her Moments, but found nothing. She must have blocked me. I felt even more disappointed.
"Do you always eagerly look at a girl's Moments after adding her as a friend, hoping to find something out? Even with your female boss, it's no exception?" An Xiaomei's cold voice came again. "Drive!"
I drove out of the parking space, cursing inwardly. Damn it, she's almost thirty and still has the nerve to call herself a girl? Has she no shame?
After arriving at An Xiaomei's upscale residential area, she got out of the car and said to me, "Starting tomorrow, you'll pick me up here at 8:00 AM sharp every morning. If I need to work overtime on weekends, the time will be announced separately. Absolutely no lateness allowed. Of course, if you'd like to come earlier and wait for me downstairs a little longer, I have no objection."
I cursed inwardly and said, "Okay, Ms. An… Should I drive this car back to the company?"
"No need…" An Xiaomei thought for a moment and asked, "Is parking convenient where you live?"
Before I could answer, she added, "If you live in an older, less convenient neighborhood, park in a nearby parking lot. The company will reimburse your parking fees."
"Okay, Ms. An."
"Also…" she said coldly, "This is a company car. You're not allowed to use it for personal purposes, especially not as a ride-hailing vehicle. If you're found doing so, you'll be punished at the very least, and fired at worst."
She must have already known I was a ride-hailing driver, which is why she said these things. Damn it, I cursed inwardly again. Who does she think she is?
“Remember, this car has a GPS tracking system. My company and I can track its movements perfectly.”
An Xiaomei finished speaking and turned to walk towards the building entrance.
“Go to hell! You bitch.” I cursed inwardly at her retreating figure, but said aloud, “Take care, Ms. An.”

3.
Back in my rented apartment, I took a can of beer from the refrigerator, unzipped it, and took a big gulp. Sitting on the worn-out sofa, I looked around at my empty home. My
parents died when I was young, and I lived with an adoptive family for a few years. At eighteen, I left that family to make my way in the world and never went back. For the past twenty-odd years, apart from the years of my marriage, I have practically no relatives.
Thinking about this, a feeling of desolation welled up inside me.
That night, I drank at my friend Lao Gui's bar, which was near my house. I used to frequent this bar to pick up girls, having had one-night stands or multiple-night stands with many young women and lonely married women.
I don't have any special talents, except I'm a smooth talker, and that works (all the women I've slept with say it's great). Having
been through the streets, I'm also pretty good at fighting. Once, two thugs were causing trouble here, and I took them both on my own, beating them to a pulp. That's how I became inseparable friends with Lao Gui.
Lao Gui asked me how my boss was. I poured out my woes to him. He laughed, "Well, at least you're surrounded by beauties every day, you're lucky."
"Lucky my foot! She's a cold beauty, no, she's practically an ice queen, what's the point of her beauty?" I said with a wry smile.
Old Gui chuckled. "I thought your friend had found you some great job? Turns out it's just being a rickshaw driver!"
I took a sip of Budweiser and laughed. "That's good enough. You know, at my age, with no education and no special skills, how can I compete with those young people? These days, many people born in the 80s and 90s are still unemployed! I'm a late 70s kid, and I'm lucky that a company wants me. A rickshaw driver it is! It's fine."
Old Gui looked at me, shook his head, and sighed. "You're a talented person, how did you end up like this? Being bossed around..."
I shook my head and laughed. "Talent my foot! It can't put food on the table, what good is it?"
Old Gui knew that although I wasn't highly educated, I was a very good writer. I had published many novels in literary magazines, and more than ten years ago, I even published a novel based on my own experiences, which was very well received and became a bestseller. But
more than ten years have passed, and I haven't produced any noteworthy works since, nor have I written anything new.
As we were talking, Old Ghost nodded at me and winked. I looked over and saw a stylishly dressed woman sitting alone, drinking a blues margarita.
The woman was quite pretty, tall and slightly plump, with large breasts and a shapely bottom, revealing a glimpse of cleavage—a natural-born woman, the kind of woman men would want to sleep with at first sight.
I hadn't done it in days, and I couldn't help but feel a little restless.
Old Ghost and I quietly observed the woman; several men approached her, but she rejected them all. I guessed she wasn't a prostitute.
Old Gui nodded at me again and whispered, "Go for it!"
I smiled. "Maybe she's waiting for a friend?"
"Waiting for a friend? More like waiting for a man. I've been running this bar for so long, what kind of people haven't I seen? These are just lonely people looking for excitement. Women are just like men, they can't resist their lustful desires."
Listening to Old Gui's words, I became more and more tempted. "But didn't you see? She's already rejected several..."
"That's because she wasn't interested. If she's out looking for sex, she'll definitely find someone decent-looking and respectable! Otherwise, it's so boring."
"Then how do you know she'll like me?"
"How will you know if you don't try? If I weren't the owner here, I would have tried..."
Old Gui said, taking out a deck of cards and handing it to me. "Go on, use your best trick..."
I took the deck of cards and beer and strolled over to the woman, smiling as I asked, "Miss, can I sit down?"
She looked up at me, neither nodding nor refusing. I simply sat down. "Shall we play cards? A kind of card game played by Gypsies..."
The girl asked me who Gypsies were. I thought to myself, China's university expansion and higher education are a complete failure. In this era where almost every young person has a university degree, this girl must have graduated from university herself, yet she doesn't even know who Gypsies are.
I told her that Gypsies are an ancient nomadic people of Europe, and they are particularly skilled at using playing cards to divine life and love. The girl immediately became interested.
I glanced casually at the bar and saw Old Ghost secretly giving me a thumbs up...
That night, I took the girl to my place and had sex with her three times. She was twenty-five years old that year, from Hubei, working in an office building. Her boyfriend lived in another city, and they only saw each other once a month.
Before the second time, I asked her to give me oral sex. She said she wasn't very good at it and rarely did that for her boyfriend. Even so, she still bent down and took my penis into her mouth, swallowing and spitting it out.
Although her oral skills weren't very good, they weren't as bad as she said; in fact, she was quite skilled. Her moans were beautiful, especially during climaxes.
The next morning, during our third time in the bathroom, she said it hurt a little from my penetration, so she used her mouth to help me, and I ejaculated into her mouth…
When we broke up, the girl had a good impression of me and was satisfied with my performance, so we added each other on WeChat.
In the days that followed, I drove An Xiaomei around like a servant, taking her to and from work, and to various places for business.
Each time I drove, I would bring a book or two to read while waiting for An Xiaomei in the car.
My greatest hobby since childhood has been reading; I read everything, you could say I'm well-read. Sometimes I even started writing myself, and I actually produced some works. For the past twenty years, I've traveled all over the country, reading wherever I went.
Besides reading and writing, I often think of someone—a girl who was my childhood sweetheart. I left my hometown when I was eighteen and never saw her again. I guess I'll probably never see her again in this lifetime.
During that time, I carried two books with me: the late writer Lu Yao's *Ordinary World* and the late poet Hai Zi's *Collected Poems of Hai Zi*, reading them alternately. Although I'd read both books before, reviewing them was still quite enjoyable.
An Xiaomei noticed this habit of mine and said I was a bit strange; who reads books these days? Everyone's on their phones, the internet has everything.
I smiled and said, "I'm not interested in all that stuff online. I mainly go online for things related to football matches because I'm a football fan."
She scoffed, "Don't show off, trying to make yourself look sophisticated."
"No, Ms. An, what I meant was..."
I was about to explain when she interrupted me, "Drive carefully!"
One night, I invited that girl to my place again for some sex. Her name was Zhang Fei, and we'd become sex partners since then.
The next morning, Zhang Fei asked me to drive her to work. She had worked overtime the night before to prepare the materials her boss needed for the meeting, and she needed to get them to him before then so he could process them, otherwise she'd be late.
I slept soundly last night, and this girl was still naked, not even wearing underwear, bent over at the foot of the bed with her big white butt sticking out, typing away on her laptop. Apparently, she was fiddling with this thing!
Her position was so alluring, I ignored her protests and fucked her from behind again.
I glanced at Zhang Fei's high breasts and cleavage and said, "Are you going to work? Or to sell your breasts?"
Zhang Fei giggled and said, "Oh! Uncle, what's so special about showing so little? It's normal! Just give me a ride, okay?" "
I told her I had to pick up my boss, and she said our company is just on the way to yours, it's not a detour at all, your boss won't say anything, right?
I then asked how to introduce her to my boss. Zhang Fei said sister, cousin, niece, girlfriend, anything is fine, if all else fails, just say you're my dad...
She did call me dad before, every time I brought her to orgasm, she would call me dad, dad.
Here's my advice to everyone, never have a long-distance relationship with your girlfriend, maybe while you're masturbating, your girlfriend is lying under some man, or even some middle-aged man, calling him dad.
Zhang Fei grabbed my arm and started to walk out without saying a word, 'Hey! Let's go! If we don't leave now, it'll be too late, or you'll ruin my job.'" "
How could I refuse? She's such a young woman, offering herself as a sex partner to this middle-aged man like me, letting me have sex with her for free. It wouldn't be fair if I didn't treat her well.

4.
As we approached the car, Zhang Fei was about to sit in the back seat when I quickly stopped her, saying, 'Sit in the front, that's my boss's seat.'
She said 'Oh,' and sat in the passenger seat. 'Uncle, shouldn't this seat be for the boss?'
I said while driving, 'You don't understand. If you're family or friends, then the person sitting in this seat should be the closest to you, to show the intimacy between the driver and passenger. For example, you and I now…' '
But if it's between the driver and the boss, then the boss should sit in the back to show the difference in status, and the passenger seat is at most for the boss's assistant or attendant.'" “
Oh, I see…” Zhang Fei seemed to have a sudden realization, looking at me with almost worshipful eyes. “Uncle, you really are…”
She paused here, and I couldn’t help but feel smug. I heard her laugh and say, “…a driver.”
I laughed and scolded, “You brat, are you making fun of me!”
After waiting for a while downstairs at An Xiaomei’s house, she walked out gracefully.
Today she was wearing a light blue, tight-fitting short-sleeved blouse with ruffles at the collar, a black pencil skirt, high-heeled shoes, and a Hermes bag slung over her shoulder. She was tall and slender, with a curvaceous figure, high breasts, and beautiful legs, and her long, wavy hair flowed freely.
Zhang Fei looked at her and said to me, “My goodness! Uncle, is this your boss? So young and beautiful!”
When An Xiaomei walked to the car and saw Zhang Fei in the passenger seat, she was momentarily stunned.
Zhang Fei smiled gracefully and said, "Hello, Ms. An, my name is Zhang Fei, and I'm Chen Yu's girlfriend." An
Xiaomei nodded calmly and, with my welcoming gesture, got into the back seat. I leaned over and said, "Excuse me, Ms. An, my girlfriend..."
"Drive," An Xiaomei said coldly without even glancing at me.
I had no choice but to stop talking and got in the car, driving out of the residential area. Along the way, because An Xiaomei barely spoke, Zhang Fei and I didn't say anything either.
Finally, we arrived at Zhang Fei's company building. She said to me, "Uncle, please drop me off here."
Just then, her phone rang. She answered the call while getting out of the car. "Ms. Zhang... I'm downstairs at the company, I'll be right up... um, bye-bye, Ms. Zhang."
After getting out of the car, Zhang Fei leaned over to An Xiaomei in the car and said, "Goodbye, Ms. An, thank you for the ride."
An Xiaomei nodded, smiled, and didn't speak. Zhang Fei waved to me again, saying, "Goodbye, Uncle." As
we drove off again, I further explained to An Xiaomei that today's situation didn't count as misuse of a company vehicle; it was just
a ride-sharing. "Regardless of whether it's on the way or not, giving a company car to unrelated people is misuse of a company vehicle,"
An Xiaomei said, sitting in the back seat with her hands in her lap, staring at the rearview mirror.
I had no choice but to remain silent, only to hear her add, "Don't do it again."
"Understood, Ms. An," I replied.
After a moment of silence, An Xiaomei suddenly said, "Your girlfriend is quite pretty, and has a very outgoing personality."
I smiled but didn't speak; of course, I couldn't tell her that the girl was actually just a casual sex partner. She then asked, "She must be much younger than you, right?"
I truthfully replied, "She's twenty-five this year, sixteen years younger than me."
"So, are you planning to marry her, or are you just living together?"
I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to give her the impression that I was toying with a young girl. "We...we're planning to get married..." Unexpectedly
, she scoffed, "Irresponsible." "
Ms. An, what did you say?" I glanced at the rearview mirror and asked.
"How old are you? There are so many people older than you, and you're still thinking about marrying someone? Haven't you considered the potential incompatibilities between you two in the future? Aren't you just delaying this girl's life?"
I didn't expect her to say that, but I have to admit, what she said made a lot of sense.
“Actually, that’s what I think too… I’ve told her more than once that she should find a more suitable marriage partner than me…” I could only make up an excuse.
An Xiaomei interrupted me, “So you don’t want to marry her?”
“I… I didn’t mean that. What I mean is, I have many concerns, like you just said…”
She interrupted me again, coldly saying, “Not wanting to marry her but wanting to live with her is just being a scoundrel.”
I thought to myself, hey, with my temper, I’m caught in the middle! Besides, what business is it of yours whether I marry her or not?
“President An…” I stared at the windshield, “This should be my private matter, right?”
An Xiaomei said, “Yes, it is indeed your private matter, and I originally had no right to interfere. But it relates to your character. Our company doesn’t want to hire employees with poor character, and I don’t want a scumbag sitting in my car every day.”
“President An…” I turned around and said.
“Watch the road, concentrate on driving,” she said firmly, glaring at me.
That morning, An Xiaomei didn't go out; she stayed in her office handling matters, which gave me some free time.
Around noon, she messaged me on WeChat to come to her office. I knocked on the door and entered. "Ms. An, you wanted to see me?" An
Xiaomei, her hands busy typing on her laptop, said without looking up, "I want to eat Li Ji's braised pork trotter rice. Could you order one for me?"
"Okay, Ms. An," I replied.
She looked up at me. "Order two. It'll be my treat."
I smiled. "I don't need it..."
"You don't like braised pork trotter rice?"
"Well, not really..."
An Xiaomei shifted her gaze from my face to the computer, saying calmly and firmly, "That's it then, two portions. Go on out!"
After the pork trotter rice arrived, I carried it to An Xiaomei's office door and knocked again. A voice inside said, "Come in."
I opened the door and said, "Ms. An, the pork trotter rice has arrived."
"Hmm, put it on the coffee table." She glanced at me and continued typing on her laptop.
I took An Xiaomei's portion and drink out of the paper bag and placed them on the coffee table. Just as I was about to leave with the bag, she called out to me, "Where are you going?"
"Out to eat!" I replied.
"If you don't mind, eat here, keep me company."
I didn't expect her to say that and was momentarily at a loss for words.
"What? You don't want to?" An Xiaomei asked, looking at me.
"Of course not." I smiled, sat down on the sofa, opened her portion of braised pork trotter rice, and inserted a straw into her drink.
An Xiaomei came over, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite me. I handed her the box of braised pork trotter rice and chopsticks. She said "thank you," took them, and started eating.
"Mmm, so delicious!" An Xiaomei exclaimed, a look of delight on her face. "I love their braised pork trotter rice the most."
I smiled slightly and started eating too, feeling that after spending this time together, the distance between us had narrowed considerably. This situation made me secretly pleased and content.
After eating for a while, An Xiaomei asked, "By the way, how much is it? I'll transfer it to you."
I laughed and said, "It's not much, no need."
She put down her lunchbox, walked to her desk, picked up her phone, and sat back down. While swiping on her phone, she said, "We agreed that I would treat you, how come it's become you treating me?"
"It's not about the amount of money, really, no need..." I said, but my gaze inadvertently fell on the depths between her beautiful legs.
She was wearing a tight-fitting short skirt, the hem of which was too short, and since she was sitting, I could see her pinkish-white panties and that alluring groove. I was immediately aroused.
"How much is it? Tell me quickly." An Xiaomei stared at me, her gaze still as unquestionable as ever, but with a hint of coquettishness.
I had no choice but to give her a number, and she transferred it to me via WeChat. Then we ate and chatted, and during our conversation, my gaze was once again involuntarily drawn to the view under her skirt.
This time, An Xiaomei probably noticed my peeping and quickly closed her legs. I was momentarily embarrassed and buried my head in my food.

5.
Perhaps to ease the awkward atmosphere, An Xiaomei asked me what year I was born. I said seven or eight years ago, and I'm forty-one this year.
"Ms. An, what year were you born? May I ask?" I asked boldly.
An Xiaomei smiled gently, "There's nothing wrong with saying this. I was born in 1990, exactly one cycle younger than you."
She sighed softly, "Ah! I'm already thirty by the Chinese age reckoning, I'm aging so fast."
I looked at her and smiled, "President An, you're still very young. A woman is in her prime at thirty."
She glanced at me and laughed, "Where's that saying?"
I said seriously, "Of course! A thirty-year-old woman is mature yet not old at all, like a blooming flower. So, thirty is a woman's best years."
She couldn't help but giggle, "You're so good at making women happy. Do you often say things like that to women?"
"No, no..." I laughed, then looked at her again, deciding to try flirting with her, "In my eyes, you are that kind of woman, a woman in full bloom."
A blush rose on her face, and she lowered her head and said, "Don't forget, I'm your boss. You shouldn't say things like that to me."
Although she said that, her tone no longer had its usual sternness. Looking at her slightly shy demeanor, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild, and I was secretly pleased that she didn't seem offended by what I had just said.
Through our subsequent conversation, I learned that An Xiaomei graduated from South China University of Technology, a prestigious 985 university, and had stayed in Guangzhou since starting university, remaining unmarried to this day.
Of course, she also knew that I had been divorced, had no children, and was currently single.
I sighed at the gap between us. She graduated from a 985 university and was now a senior executive at a large company, while before the expansion of university enrollment, I couldn't even get into university and could only work as a driver.
But this only stirred up a certain competitive spirit and a desire for challenge within me; the harder a woman is to conquer, the more exciting it is to woo her.
I also became curious: how could someone so beautiful and outstanding remain unmarried? Perhaps women like her are more likely to remain single? She has high standards for men, and most men know they are not good enough for her and hesitate to approach her.
I pondered, recalling a phrase used to describe women that seemed to suit her perfectly, and unconsciously murmured to myself, "Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon..."
"What are you saying?" An Xiaomei asked, looking at me.
"Oh..." I thought to myself, why did I blurt out what I was thinking? I might as well explain it to her!
"It's a famous line from Cao Zhi's 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River,' meaning graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon, describing a woman's exquisite figure and extraordinary temperament..."
"And then?" she asked with a smile, intrigued.
I mustered my courage and looked at her, "That's the impression you give off..."
Her face flushed again, and she lowered her head with a smile, "How could I be as good as you describe?"
I looked at her and said, "That's how I described you in my mind the first time I saw you."
Hearing my words, An Xiaomei's shyness intensified. Perhaps she forgot to prevent any accidental exposure, because her beautiful legs inadvertently parted, and the alluring glimpse of her underwear once again entered my view—pink and white panties, an enticing groove…
I mentally exclaimed "Damn!" imagining what it looked like inside. I've seen quite a few women's vaginas before, knowing what they look like, but at this moment I was still filled with a desire to see them for myself.
This feeling is like a famous quote from a certain writer: the political veil is like a woman's bikini; everyone knows what's hidden underneath, but everyone wants to pull it open and see for themselves.
I secretly thought, she's so beautiful, her vagina must be beautiful too. Isn't it said that beautiful people have beautiful vaginas?
Later, one day, I finally confirmed my guess; her vagina was indeed indescribably beautiful. But that's a story for later.
"Who is Cao Zijian? And what is 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'?" An Xiaomei asked.
I lifted my gaze from between her legs and said, "Hey! It's Cao Zhi, the one who wrote 'We are of the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?'"
"You should have said so earlier! And all that talk about the Seven Scholars of Jian'an and Cao Zijian, making yourself seem so cultured, taking advantage of my lack of education?" she said with a charming smile.
I once again lamented the lack of humanistic literacy among contemporary college students. She, a graduate of a prestigious university and a corporate executive, only knew Cao Zhi and the "Seven Steps Poem," but not Cao Zijian or the "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River." This showed how serious the cultural deficiencies of others were.
"Cao Zhi was exceptionally talented and eloquent. The ancients described him as having eight pecks of talent—if the world's talent were measured in pecks, Zijian alone possessed eight pecks. The 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River' is an essay written by Cao Zhi, in which he fictionalized his encounter and love with the incomparably beautiful Goddess of the Luo River..."
I looked directly into An Xiaomei's eyes again. "Perhaps every man has his own Goddess of the Luo River in his heart?"
An Xiaomei also kept looking at me, her eyes flashing with surprise, admiration, and some other strange emotion. The atmosphere in the office became somewhat ambiguous.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. An Xiaomei snapped out of her reverie and called out, "Come in."
The door opened, and a young woman walked in, carrying two thick stacks of documents. In that instant, I noticed An Xiaomei quickly closed her legs.
The young woman was startled when she saw me and stammered, "Ms. An, I'm sorry to bother you."
I recognized this woman; she was the one who warned me not to smoke in the break room on my first day. Actually, I later discovered that quite a few male employees had smoked there, and she was just taking advantage of my being a newcomer.
An Xiaomei asked calmly, "Is there something you need?"
"Oh, the tender documents from XX Company are ready. Please take a look."
"Okay, put them on the desk. I'll look at them in a bit."
The woman walked over, placed the tender documents on the desk, and then walked out of the office, glancing at me furtively as she went, before leaving and closing the door behind her.
"Have you finished eating? If you're done, go out. I need to get back to work," An Xiaomei said to me, her icy demeanor returning.
"Okay." I got up, picked up my lunchbox and drink, and prepared to leave the office.
"Take mine out too." She stood up and walked towards her desk. "I have a dinner engagement tonight. Get ready and wash the car."
"Yes, Ms. An," I replied, gathering my things and leaving the office.
In the afternoon, as I passed the break room, I overheard several female employees talking inside. One of them said, "Guess what I saw when I went to Queen's office to deliver the tender documents at noon?"
Queen was what the employees called An Xiaomei behind her back. The woman speaking was the one who had seen me and An Xiaomei eating in the office at noon.
"What did you see?" the other female employees asked with interest.
"I saw it! Queen was in her office with the door closed, eating with Chen Yu..."
"Ah?" A gasp arose.
"...Eating."
"Hi!"
"Don't you find it strange?"
"Yeah!" "It's quite strange," another female employee said. "Our CEO An has never had a meal alone with any male employee before. I never expected that the new guy, Chen Yu, would get this honor."
"Hey, who's Chen Yu?"
"He's Queen's driver."
"Oh, that uncle!"
"And what's more!" the woman delivering the tender documents continued, "CEO An was wearing a tight-fitting short skirt and was sitting down, so both her legs were completely exposed in front of Chen Yu, even her underwear was showing. When she saw me come in, she quickly closed her legs. Do you think she deliberately showed them to Chen Yu?"
"My God! None of our male colleagues dare to look CEO An in the eye, and Chen Yu has such good fortune?"
"Hey, do you think something might happen between them?"
"Is it possible? One is the high and mighty Queen, and the other is just a driver, and a disheveled, down-on-his-luck uncle at that..."
"Maybe it's possible!" "They're in the same car every day, who knows if something might happen between them?"
Just then, I saw An Xiaomei walking over from a distance and deliberately called out, "President An, I've washed the car."
The chatter in the break room stopped abruptly, replaced by a flurry of voices. "Stop talking, stop talking, let's go!"
Immediately afterward, several girls hurriedly left the break room and headed to their respective workstations. An Xiaomei looked at them with confusion.

6.
That evening, in the parking lot outside a restaurant by the Pearl River, I sat in my car waiting for An Xiaomei, who was having dinner with a group of business associates.
At this time, the lights on both sides of the Pearl River were dim, a magnificent scene of urban nightlife, which was refreshing. I unconsciously started whistling.
Just as I was enjoying myself, I heard a woman's voice outside the car, "You whistled quite well!"
I turned around and saw An Xiaomei standing by the car. I quickly got out of the car to open the door for her, but she opened it herself and said, "No need." "
She said as she got into the car. This was the first time since I started driving for her that she hadn't let me open the car door for her. I got in too, fastening my seatbelt as I asked, "Ms. An, is the dinner over?"
"No! Those guys are still drinking. I'm a woman, so I'll leave first. You should go home and rest early too." An Xiaomei said kindly, reeking of alcohol, indicating she'd had quite a bit to drink.
Having worked for her for so long, she'd never been so nice to me before. I guessed she'd probably closed another deal at the dinner and was in a good mood.
"Alright! I'll take you home then." I started the car and drove out of the parking lot, thinking I could finally finish work early.
An Xiaomei's been busy lately, and I hadn't had many appointments with Zhang Fei. I wondered if she was free tonight.
"What was the name of the tune you played just now? It was quite nice, and it sounded familiar." "An Xiaomei suddenly asked from the back seat.
I thought for a moment and said, "Oh, Schubert's 'Serenade'."
“No wonder it sounded familiar, it’s a world-famous piece, and it’s very fitting for the occasion. Listening to ‘Serenade’ by the Pearl River at night feels so beautiful. To be honest, I listened to you whistling for a long time outside the car before I interrupted you.”
Hearing her say this, I was secretly pleased and smiled, “I didn’t whistle very well, Ms. An, please excuse my poor playing.”
“It’s very good! I like listening to it, can you play another verse?” An Xiaomei smiled.
I felt pleased with myself and said, “Want to hear ‘Serenade’ again?”
“Anything is fine, anything else is fine too.”
So I started whistling again, driving as I whistled. Driving through the bustling streets of Guangzhou at night, with a super beautiful woman sitting behind me, listening to my whistling, I felt very comfortable.
Finally, An Xiaomei said, “This piece is also very beautiful, what’s it called?”
“Whispering I Love You.” I stared at the windshield, turned the steering wheel, and turned onto another road.
She seemed not to have heard me clearly and asked, "What did you say?"
Just then, the traffic light at the intersection ahead turned red. I stopped the car, stared into her eyes in the rearview mirror, and said softly yet clearly, "I want to whisper to you, I love you."
Her face flushed instantly, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes. She avoided my gaze and looked out the window, murmuring, "What are you saying? I'm your boss."
I smiled slightly, "I'm talking about the name of this song, it's a theme song from the American movie 'The Godfather'."
The shyness in An Xiaomei's eyes was replaced by embarrassment. She quickly concealed her emotions, "The light's green, let's go!"
After that, neither of us spoke. After a while, An Xiaomei broke the silence, "You know a lot, and you're very cultured, so why did you become a ride-hailing driver?"
I smiled wryly, "So what if I know a lot? Knowledge that can't be converted into productivity will just sit on a shelf and be useless. I don't feel like I'm underappreciated; it's just that I haven't managed my life well."
After crossing the Haiyin Bridge, we drove to the Pearl River. An Xiaomei suggested we take a walk along the riverbank. She was the boss; how could I disobey her? Besides, why not spend time alone with such a beautiful woman?
We got out of the car and strolled along the sandy beach. She suddenly stopped, looking at the skyscrapers and twinkling lights on the opposite bank against the night sky, and exclaimed, "Guangzhou is so beautiful!"
I looked at her hair, gently ruffling in the night breeze, and thought to myself, "You're beautiful too!"
We walked and talked, and the topic turned to the book I was reading. An Xiaomei said she had also read "Ordinary World," but she didn't understand how such a book could be considered a bible by literary youths of the 80s and 90s.
"The experiences of the two brothers in the book are indeed touching, but what did they gain from their struggles? In the end, their efforts were unsuccessful, especially the younger brother, who was a complete failure."
I shifted my gaze from An Xiaomei's face to the opposite bank of the river and slowly said, "Ms. An, my opinion is exactly the opposite of yours. Although the older brother in the novel went from being a farmer to only becoming a small brick kiln owner, and his wife died of cancer, the younger brother fared even worse. He went from being a farmer to a coal miner, was disfigured in an underground accident, and his girlfriend was swept away by a flood..."
I continued under her quiet gaze, "Yes, from many people's perspective today, both brothers are failures, but what the author wants to express is the spirit of not succumbing to fate and persistently pursuing self-worth. This is what makes the book touching, and what the author truly wants to tell the world."
An Xiaomei sneered, "Since the result... " "It's a failure. What's the use of a beautiful process? What's the meaning of such a struggle?"
I shook my head at her. "You're still judging this novel by workplace success or failure, even by worldly standards. If the author ultimately lets the two brothers win wealth, fame, status, or even beautiful women, that would align with your values and aesthetics. But what you see, or rather what you want to see, isn't a Mao Dun Literature Prize-winning work, but rather the online novel 'The Loser's Counterattack.'"
I paused, then continued, "You could say that 'Ordinary World' draws a huge chasm between contemporary Chinese youth, who are obsessed with online novels, and true literature. What can fill this chasm is something that contemporary Chinese people lack most, or even have no at all—a spiritual home."
After I finished speaking, I noticed An Xiaomei staring intently at me, her gaze somewhat dazed. Seeing me looking at her, she glanced shyly at the river and said coquettishly, "Yes, yes, yes, you're not worldly, you have a spiritual home. Only you deserve to read works that have won the Mao Dun Literature Prize. We common folk are only fit to read online novels."
I couldn't help but chuckle and said, "That's not what I meant."
She turned to look at me, her eyes like evening stars. "Then what did you mean?"
I looked at the river and sighed, "President An, don't push yourself too hard. Sometimes, slowing down and examining your struggles from a different perspective, instead of confining yourself to the 'never give up until you achieve your goal' mentality, might bring you greater rewards in life."
"I don't know what you're talking about?" she muttered, continuing to walk forward.
At that moment, the night breeze swept across the river, and An Xiaomei couldn't help but hug herself. I took off my shirt and draped it over her shoulders, saying, "Don't mind."
She crossed her arms and clutched the hem, asking, "Aren't you cold wearing just a short-sleeved t-shirt?"
I shook my head and smiled, "I'm healthy, not cold."
"You have a great physique, you must work out often?" She looked at the muscle outline bulging from my tight t-shirt.
I nodded, "Yes!"
She turned her head and sniffed, saying, "There's a smell."
I was startled, thinking, I just changed into this shirt this morning! Then she added, "It's a man's smell, a faint smell of sweat mixed with a faint smell of cigarettes, a smell that can't be washed off."
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled at me, "You're quite manly, I don't like men wearing cologne."
We walked side by side, and I secretly glanced at her, wondering to myself, she's so outstanding, so beautiful, does she have a boyfriend? I've never heard her or anyone at the company mention it.
If she's single, hasn't had a man around for a long time, and is a mature woman, how does she manage her sex life? Through masturbation, or one-night stands? Or maybe a gigolo?
If it's the latter two, I wonder which men are lucky enough to have sex with such a stunning beauty? Especially those gigolos, not only do they get to sleep with such a beautiful woman, but they also get paid, it's fucking ridiculous.
"I remember telling you not to stare at your female boss," An Xiaomei said with a slight smile, looking into the distance, just as I was lost in thought.

(To be continued)

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