My stunningly beautiful female boss at 29 (13-17)

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13.
As I boarded the bus, memories flooded back.
I was born in the late 1970s into an ordinary factory family in Wanxian, Sichuan Province (now Wanzhou District, Chongqing).
My father had two close friends at the factory, one surnamed An and the other Yang. The three of them, along with my mother, had been sent-down youth in the same area (my father was a sent-down youth in Chongqing, while my mother, An, and Yang were sent-down youth in Wanzhou). Later, they all went on to work at the same state-owned factory in Wanzhou.
The three families were always very close, often getting together, and the children from all three families were childhood sweethearts. Uncle An had a daughter named An Xiaomin, two years younger than me, and a son named An Xiaodong, five years younger than me. Uncle Yang had an only son named Yang Yifan, born in the same year as me, a few months older. The four of us were as close as brothers and sisters, playing and growing up together.
An Xiaomin's biological mother died in an ammonia leak accident at the factory a little over a month after giving birth to her. Two years later, Uncle An married his second wife, and they had another child, An Xiaodong.
When I was nine years old, my father fell from a height while stealing scrap metal from the factory. He was impaled on the head by a steel bar and died instantly. From
then on, throughout my childhood, I was often called the son of a thief by the people at the factory, and the children often ridiculed me for it. Uncle An and Uncle Yang had many conflicts with people because of this.
My mother was already frail and sickly, and because of this incident, she couldn't hold her head up at the factory. She died of depression three years later. Because my father was an only child, and his parents had passed away early, my mother had a poor relationship with her family, and no one was willing to take me in. So Uncle Yang adopted me when I was only twelve years old, and Uncle An also shared the responsibility of raising and caring for me with him.
Later, Uncle An also adopted a child, the daughter of his younger brother in Shanxi, named An Xiaomei, who was only two years old at the time.
Uncle An and Uncle Yang were both very kind to me. Yang Yifan and I never got along well growing up. Ever since I was adopted, every time Yang Yifan and I had a disagreement, Uncle Yang would beat him up.
After a while, Uncle Yang's wife, Aunt Jiang, started to get annoyed with me. Because Yang Yifan was often beaten by his father because of me, Aunt Jiang felt sorry for her own son and began to dislike me, frequently crying and making a scene with Uncle Yang.
Under these circumstances, Uncle An took me, then fifteen years old, into his home, with Uncle Yang covering half of my living expenses and tuition. Although Uncle An's wife, Aunt Zhuang, wasn't happy about it, she couldn't object because Uncle An was determined to adopt me. This caused some friction between Aunt Zhuang and Aunt Jiang.
Over time, Aunt Zhuang's resentment grew. She already had three children, and now she had another one to care for long-term, which naturally became a huge burden.
During my senior year of high school, I overheard Aunt Zhuang and Uncle An having a big argument. The reason was that Aunt Zhuang wanted Uncle An to send me back to the Yang family.
Aunt Zhuang said, "Minmin is your daughter, and Xiaomei is your niece. I have no problem taking care of them, but what about this child? He's not related to us at all, and he's the son of a thief. Everyone else would avoid him like the plague, but you brought him home. Don't you find it unlucky?"
Uncle An was furious. He said, "You stupid woman, what do you know? Don't go around spouting nonsense. Chen Ping (my dad) couldn't possibly have stolen from the factory." Aunt Zhuang retorted, "The factory security has already ruled it out. Only you and Yang Lie are stubbornly insisting he isn't."
Uncle An was speechless. Aunt Zhuang continued to make a scene, saying she couldn't stand having the son of a thief living in her house, and that everyone said the child was your illegitimate son, which was why you were so good to him. Uncle An couldn't take it anymore and slapped Aunt Zhuang.
That night, amidst Aunt Zhuang's cries, I quietly left the An family home, wandering all the way to Chongqing, either walking or hitchhiking.
I wandered around Chongqing for over a month, hanging out with a group of vagrants, stealing, scavenging, sleeping in cement pipes and underpasses. Later, I was caught by the police while stealing. Because I wasn't yet eighteen, the police notified Uncle An to come to Chongqing and take me back to Wanzhou.
Uncle An almost divorced Aunt Zhuang because of this. He even went to my school to plead for me, practically kneeling down to beg them to let me return to school. But I had no interest in studying and often hung out with a group of shady characters.
I also asked Uncle An if I could go back to my own home since I was almost eighteen, and that he and Uncle Yang could come and take care of me often. Uncle An agreed. Right after
graduating high school, a man I met in society, called Brother Qi, invited me to Wuhan to make money. I felt it was time to leave this family completely, because I believed that only my departure could bring peace to the An and Yang families.
To create a completely new version of myself, I even changed my name from Chen Xingyan to Chen Yu. But I kept all of this a secret from everyone in the An and Yang families, including my closest friend, An Xiaomin.
Finally, at dawn that day, I ran to the gates of the An and Yang families and kowtowed three times each. Then, I boarded a passenger boat down the river with Seventh Brother.
From then on, I vanished without a trace from the lives of the An and Yang families; no one knew where I went.
Arriving in Wuhan, Seventh Brother took me to work for a gang leader. We did everything: guarding brothels, seizing territory, collecting protection money, loan sharking, and sleeping with women—nothing good. I even developed a knack for street brawling.
After three years in Wuhan, Seventh Brother died in a fight. I went to Shanghai alone and worked on a construction site.
Because I was hardworking and eager to learn, and because my boss was once surrounded and beaten by a group of people after a dispute with the local gang, I risked my life to save him, wielding a piece of steel pipe. He appreciated my efforts and promoted me to a management position.
During this time, I had that story with Liu Lin, the daughter of a Shanghai educated youth. After settling in Chongqing, I wrote the novel "Sand Flows Through My Fingers" based on this experience.
After that, I lived and worked in Chongqing, managing engineering projects for my boss. My boss had a long history of involvement with organized crime, and I inevitably became involved in the underworld as well. During those years, I lived a dissolute life, sleeping with many women until I met my ex-wife.
She had recently graduated from university, loved the song "Sand Flows Through My Fingers," and fell in love with me because of it. So we got married. To provide a stable life for my wife and future children, I decided to leave my boss, who was involved in organized crime. He didn't make things difficult for me and even gave me some money.
Next, I experienced starting a company, imprisonment, and divorce, eventually coming to Guangzhou to make a living.
Over the years, I've often thought about the days with the An and Yang families. But the one I can't forget, the one I can't let go of, is Uncle An's eldest daughter, An Xiaomin. An
Xiaomin and I were childhood sweethearts. When we reached the age of first love, we both saw each other as our future partners. But fate ultimately took me away from her.
To my utter surprise, years later, I reunited with An Xiaomei, the youngest daughter of the An family, in Guangzhou, now all grown up, and became her driver.
Even more unexpected was that the little girl I used to hold and play with, who later followed me, An Xiaomin, An Xiaodong, and Yang Yifan around, had grown into a beautiful, aloof businesswoman, and even changed her name to An Xiaomei.
She was only six years old when I ran away from home. Now she's my boss, and she probably doesn't know that the down-on-his-luck uncle Chen Yu, whom she bosses around all day, is actually her childhood friend Xingyan.
I had previously connected the name An Xiaomei with An Xiaomei, but then I thought, Wanzhou is almost 300 kilometers from Chongqing—what a coincidence! I never imagined that An Xiaomei was actually An Xiaomei from back then.
Thinking about all this, I couldn't help but sigh at the cruel twists of fate. At the same time, I remembered what An Xiaomei had told me tonight: her sister, An Xiaomin, had become a university professor, and her brother, An Xiaodong, was a lawyer and a senior partner at a law firm. They must all be doing well. I wondered how Uncle An and Aunt Zhuang, Uncle Yang and Aunt Jiang, and Yang Yifan, who used to get beaten because of me when I was little, were doing now?
Just now, I heard An Xiaomin say on the phone that Uncle An had an accident. I wondered what happened to him? Was it serious? I couldn't help but worry about this man who had treated me like his own son.
Sitting in the car, reminiscing about the past, I pressed the button on the car stereo, and "Don't Worry" by the Korean band Wild Chrysanthemum came on. Since I became An Xiaomei's driver, I'd downloaded many of my favorite songs onto the SD card, including this one, "Don't Worry."
"Hey! Hey! You! Don't worry about anything. Let's sing together? All your sad memories! Buried deep in your heart, let the past be the past, don't regret loving, sing for those who have left..."
Amidst the melancholic and sorrowful singing, two lines of tears silently slid down my face...

14.
The next morning, An Xiaomei came to the car carrying a suitcase. I helped her put it in the trunk and asked if she was going on a business trip. She told me that her father had suddenly fallen ill last night and was hospitalized, and she had to rush back to Chongqing.
"Uncle An is sick? What's wrong? Is it serious?" I blurted out.
After my parents passed away, Uncle An, Uncle Yang, and An Xiaomin were the best people to me in this world. Hearing the news that Uncle An was seriously ill and hospitalized, I couldn't help but worry, and I subconsciously asked.
An Xiaomei looked at me in surprise. I closed the trunk door, smiled, and said, "Your father? Shouldn't I call him Uncle? Let's go! I'll take you to the airport."
In the car, An Xiaomei told me that her father would be turning sixty-five next week. Her siblings and I had planned to give him a big birthday celebration, but last night he was fine at An Xiaomin's house, and suddenly collapsed before going to bed and was taken to the hospital.
Seeing her anxious look, I comforted her, "Ms. An, don't worry too much. Your father is such a good person. Good people are always blessed. He'll get better."
An Xiaomei looked at me and asked, "How do you know my father is a good person?"
I smiled, "You, your sister, and your brother are all so outstanding. To raise three such outstanding children, you must be a good father and a good person!"
Ever since I learned last night that An Xiaomei was actually my little sister from back then, I thought about it all night and decided not to acknowledge her or anyone from the An or Yang families. Since I left without saying goodbye and completely disappeared from their lives back then for the sake of peace and harmony between the An and Yang families, why should I bother them now?
Let the past be the past! Once you've seen the ocean, you can't be satisfied with a river; why look back?
Besides, the only person I couldn't let go of after leaving, An Xiaomin, is now middle-aged and probably married with children. Moreover, she's a university professor now, while I'm just a ride-hailing driver—the gap between us is like heaven and earth. Why should I appear before her?
The only thing that makes me feel gratified is that the more successful An Xiaomin becomes, the more I feel that my decision was right. Even if she hates me, I accept it.
I asked An Xiaomei what to do about the company. She said she had already made arrangements by phone and asked me to stay at the company after she left, to run errands or something.
Looking at An Xiaomei beside me, I recalled the past again.
Years ago, Uncle An's younger brother traveled all the way from Sichuan to Shanxi to work in the countryside. He married a local village girl, had children early, and never returned. This infuriated their parents.
One year, Uncle An visited his family in the Shanxi countryside and saw that his brother's family was so poor they were barely making ends meet. In his desperate attempt to have a son, he became pregnant with his fourth child and brought their youngest daughter back with him.
When I first moved into the An family home, An Xiaomei was three years old, and I often held her. In the years that followed, An Xiaomin, An Xiaodong, and I often played with her, watching her grow up day by day.
Unexpectedly, after this unexpected reunion, I repeatedly developed inappropriate thoughts about this little sister from my past, even masturbating with her underwear. Although I was unaware of this before, the thought of it now fills me with self-reproach and embarrassment, making it difficult to face her.
Driving to Terminal 1 of Baiyun Airport, I took a suitcase from the trunk and handed it to An Xiaomei, saying, "Ms. An, don't worry too much, Uncle will get better."
She took the suitcase and smiled slightly at me, "Thank you."
In all the time I've known her, she's never been so kind and polite to me. Before, she was either bossy or, under certain circumstances, would act coquettishly or even flirtatiously. We've never really interacted normally
. Watching her graceful figure dragging the suitcase into the terminal, I remembered last night when she cried to me about her painful past. Now that I knew she was my former sister, I felt even more pity for her.
"Xiaomei, I'm your brother! Don't you really recognize me? But it's okay, let's get along like this. If possible, I'll always silently protect you,"
I thought to myself as An Xiaomei's figure disappeared through the terminal doors. Meanwhile, I prayed to God to bless Uncle An. If it weren't for him and Uncle Yang, I would have been an orphan.
During the days An Xiaomei wasn't in Guangzhou, I met up
with Zhang Fei again. That afternoon, after we finished, Zhang Fei sat on the edge of the bed, putting on her underwear, and said her boyfriend was coming to Guangzhou soon, so it might be inconvenient for her to meet me.
I understood; that young man was her real love, and I was just a sex partner to satisfy her physical needs.
I told Zhang Fei it was okay, to spend time with her boyfriend; you two were in a long-distance relationship, and it wasn't easy for you to see each other.
"Uncle, it's not that we can't meet for now, but… we might never be able to see each other again…"
Zhang Fei said apologetically as she put on her bra and fastened the clasp.
It turned out her boyfriend had come to Guangzhou to find work, and once he settled down, they would get married.
I understood; she had come to give me a farewell sex session that afternoon. What else could I say? I wished Zhang Fei well.
She said she wouldn't forget me, and told me not to forget her either, to keep each other deep in our hearts.
Three days after Uncle An's surgery, An Xiaomei returned to Guangzhou. I picked her up at the airport, and she told me the surgery was successful and she was doing well. I was relieved.
In the following days, we continued our relationship as before; she was still my boss, and I was still her driver. I repeatedly suppressed the urge to acknowledge her, deciding to keep this secret from her forever.
Let her forever believe in her heart that I was just that down-on-his-luck uncle who drove her.
During this time, she asked me how things were with my girlfriend (referring to Zhang Fei). I told her we had broken up recently.
An Xiaomei was going to invite Mr. Sang, the CEO of xxx company, to dinner. That day, she told me to be prepared to leave at 5 pm to take her to a private club where she would meet Mr. Sang.
xxx company was a very important client of our company, and An Xiaomei had a collaborative project with them. Mr. Sang was the heir to this company, and his father, Old Mr. Sang, was very well-known in the industry.
Around five o'clock, I arrived at An Xiaomei's office and was about to knock when I heard a man inside say, "Xiaomei, are you really going to have dinner alone with President Sang?"
The man who spoke was our company's vice president, surnamed Ma, in his thirties, and a returnee from overseas. He had a very good personal relationship with An Xiaomei and was very attentive to her, pursuing her openly and secretly—this was an open secret throughout the company.
"Otherwise what?" An Xiaomei said nonchalantly.
"Don't you know what kind of person Mr. Sang is? You dare to have dinner with him alone?"
Mr. Ma was getting impatient. "He's a playboy, a notorious womanizer. He'll do anything to get his hands on any woman he sets his sights on, especially young and beautiful women who need his help. Isn't this just like delivering yourself to his doorstep?"
An Xiaomei said, "Then what can I do? Mr. Sang specifically asked to meet with me to discuss the project cooperation. Can I refuse? Do I have a reason to refuse?"
"But you can't just go alone like that. Do you think you're Guan Yu?"
Mr. Ma paused, then said, "How about this, I'll go with you. After all, I'm a vice president, so it's legitimate."
"No, Mr. Sang said he only wants to talk to me. Going will upset him."
"See? What did I tell you? His wolfish ambitions are blatantly obvious."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but worry about An Xiaomei. According to Mr. Ma, since Mr. Sang is so lecherous, and An Xiaomei is so beautiful, how could he possibly let her go? They'll definitely use the project to force An Xiaomei to comply. So, An Xiaomei going to the appointment tonight is indeed like a lamb entering a tiger's den.
Then I heard Boss Ma say, "Well then, take a young, pretty, and capable subordinate with you. Anyway, our company has plenty of open-minded girls who want to climb the social ladder..."
"Old Ma!" An Xiaomei interrupted him, saying sternly, "I absolutely will not allow such a thing to happen in my company. I run a company, not a brothel."
I understood An Xiaomei's feelings; that incident years ago had left her with too much trauma.
"But you...you can't take such a big risk yourself!" Boss Ma said helplessly.
"Thank you, Old Ma, I know you're concerned about me..." An Xiaomei said softly, then changed the subject, "I'm not a lamb, and he, Boss Sang, isn't some big tiger. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

15.
On the way, I glanced at An Xiaomei several times in the rearview mirror, but the words caught in my throat.
She noticed and asked, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't hold it in."
I said, "I heard what Mr. Ma said to you just now."
"So?" An Xiaomei chuckled.
"I think Mr. Ma is right. You shouldn't have gone alone. You're a girl; you should know how to protect yourself."
At this moment, I no longer simply saw her as my boss; it was more out of a brother's concern for his sister, even though she didn't know who I was.
I could feel her looking at me for a long time before she said, "Thank you for your kindness. But I'm sure you heard the reasons I gave Mr. Ma, and I don't want to repeat them."
"Did you have to go to such lengths? Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, you still insist on going into the tiger's den. Do you think you're Wu Song?" I suddenly got angry and couldn't control myself, shouting out.
Unexpectedly, she didn't get angry. Instead, she laughed and said, "Did you and Lao Ma conspire together? One of you said I was Guan Yu, and the other said I was Wu Song. Alright, I'll handle it. Not a hair will be lost."
Seeing her confidence, I could only say, "Then be careful. I'll stay in the car the whole time. If anything seems wrong, call me or send me a WeChat message."
"Okay, Dad," An Xiaomei laughed.
"What did you call me?" I asked, staring at the rearview mirror.
"I called you Dad! Aren't you a dad? It's like your daughter is dating someone unreliable..."
We both laughed, a warm and intimate feeling flowing between us.
Two hours later, worried about An Xiaomei's safety, I waited anxiously in the car when I received a text message from An Xiaomei on WeChat.
"Get in quickly. Tell her the company needs me urgently."
I cursed inwardly when I saw it. Damn it, she really did it. I got out of the car and ran upstairs.
Just as I reached the door of the private room, I heard An Xiaomei urgently say, "Mr. Sang, please, please don't..."
Filled with rage, I pushed open the door and saw a young man in his thirties grabbing An Xiaomei and attempting to assault her. An Xiaomei, her face flushed, was desperately trying to stop him.
Mr. Sang saw me, paused for a moment, and then arrogantly demanded, "Who are you! Get out!"
I could have done as An Xiaomei had instructed, lying that there was an urgent matter at the company, but at this moment, I was blinded by anger. You see, the woman being humiliated in front of me was my former sister! What brother in the world could stand idly by and watch his sister being bullied?
"You bastard, how dare you bully her?" Like a furious lion, I rushed over, grabbed Mr. Sang by the collar, and dragged him aside.
"W-what are you going to do?" The once arrogant young boss, Mr. Sang, was terrified, his haughty demeanor completely gone, staring at me in fear.
Amidst An Xiaomei's cries of "Don't hit him!", I punched Mr. Sang hard in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Having spent years lifting weights at the gym and honed my fighting skills during my time in the underworld, how could this playboy be a match for me? His nose was bleeding profusely, and he lay on the ground groaning.
I was about to rush forward again when An Xiaomei forcefully pulled me back. I turned to her and asked, "Are you alright?"
She smiled and shook her head, her eyes filled with affection.
"Who the hell are you? You dare hit me? I'll kill you right now, you believe me?" Mr. Sang reverted to his thuggish self, getting up from the ground and pointing at me viciously.
I grabbed a wine bottle and rushed over, startling him who cried out, "You, you, don't do anything rash!"
An Xiaomei also grabbed me, urgently saying, "No, don't hit me..."
I tossed the empty bottle in the air, turned it around, and pointed the bottle opening at Xiao Sang, staring at him as I said, "I just hit you, now you can hit me with this, I promise I won't fight back."
Xiao Sang looked at me in terror, not daring to reach out to catch it. I continued, "You fucking won't smash it, huh? Then I'll smash it for you."
As I spoke, I tossed the bottle in the air again, turned it around, grabbed the neck, and smashed it against my forehead with a loud crack, shattering the bottle instantly.
An Xiaomei couldn't help but scream as blood streamed down my forehead. I stared at Xiao Sang and said, "We're even."
"You're crazy, you fucking crazy..." Xiao Sang said in utter terror, fleeing in panic.
"What are you doing? Why did you smash yourself with a bottle?" An Xiaomei burst into tears, cupping my face and wiping away the blood.
I held her hand and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay..."
She ran to the door of the private room and shouted for a waiter to bring a first-aid kit. Soon, the waiter brought it, and she was horrified when she saw the scene before her.
"You go out first, don't make a fuss about this, I'll handle it," An Xiaomei instructed, and the waiter agreed and left the private room.
An Xiaomei first washed the bloodstains with water, and then took out cotton swabs and iodine from the first-aid kit to clean the wound.
“Ms. Sang is right, you’re crazy. How could you do something like that?” she complained as she wiped herself. “Does it still hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” I laughed.
Since I was sitting and she was standing, her beautiful breasts were very close to my face. Inhaling the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her, I couldn’t help but feel refreshed. I thought to myself, just for that, this bottle was worth it.
But then I cursed myself inwardly, “What the hell are you thinking? She’s your sister.
” “Nonsense! Of course it hurts!” An Xiaomei rolled her eyes at me, a look that contained both reproach and endless tenderness.
After wiping with iodine, she applied mercurochrome and then bandaged it with gauze. I laughed, “You’re quite skilled. Were you a nurse before?”
She laughed, “I learned first aid.”
After bandaging, An Xiaomei complained that I shouldn’t have been so impulsive. Now that I’ve hit her, the project is probably ruined.
"Why did you barge in? Couldn't you have just knocked on the door and said you needed to talk to me about an emergency at the company? Did you have to come in and hit me? Have you forgotten what I told you?"
I was immediately annoyed and said irritably, "An Xiaomei, do you think I'm meddling? Are you blaming me for barging in and ruining your good time with that guy? Actually, you really want to... you know... with him, don't you?"
"You bastard!" An Xiaomei was furious, her face pale, and she slapped me lightly, her eyes filled with tears.
I also realized that my words had been too harsh, and I lowered my head. She walked to the side, took out another phone she had hidden in the shadows, sat back down next to me, fiddled with the screen for a few moments, and handed it to me, saying, "Look for yourself."
It turned out that before Xiao Sang entered the private room, she had hidden this phone and recorded all of his ugly behavior and vulgar language.
“If he doesn’t make things difficult for me on the project in the future, then so be it. Otherwise, I’ll use this video to blackmail him, and I doubt he’ll dare to act recklessly. First, he can’t afford to lose face in front of the public, and second, Old Sang will definitely not let him off easily. Actually, Old Sang is a pretty upright person, he just didn’t raise his son well.”
I then realized that An Xiaomei had been prepared all along, and I couldn’t help but secretly admire her cunning. No wonder she became a senior executive in a large company at such a young age? She really has a knack for it.
“Now that’s bad, you’ve beaten him up, I wonder if he’ll let it go?” An Xiaomei said worriedly.
I said, “We have this in our hands, are we afraid of him?”
She frowned and said, “That’s true, we can use this to threaten him to stop making things difficult for me on the project, but he was beaten up so badly by you, it’s hard to say he won’t go all out.”
I could only say, “Didn’t I just smash a bottle for him? He didn’t lose anything.”
“Do you think everyone is as righteous as you?” An Xiaomei sighed.
At An Xiaomei's insistence, she drove me to the hospital. After the doctor's examination and X-rays, aside from a mild concussion, I was otherwise fine.
An Xiaomei was relieved, but we both knew that the trouble I had caused would cause a huge uproar.

16.
Sure enough, the next day, the Shanghai headquarters sent a vice president to Guangzhou specifically to confront me. After all, Old Sang's company was a major client with considerable influence in the industry, and they couldn't afford to offend them.
That afternoon, An Xiaomei's office door was tightly closed, and the vice president's roars and An Xiaomei's apologies could be heard constantly coming from inside.
Many employees secretly gathered outside the general manager's office, eavesdropping on this rare spectacle. You see, An Xiaomei was usually the one scolding others; she was never the one being scolded, let alone scolded so badly?
A chubby young man quietly gave me a thumbs up. "Brother Chen, you really risked everything for a beauty, a true hero! I admire you, I wouldn't dare do that even if I had a hundred lives."
I smiled bitterly, saying nothing, feeling deeply worried for An Xiaomei. But I didn't regret it; she was my sister. If something like that happened again, I'd beat her up every time I saw her.
"An Xiaomei, I don't care if you kneel and kowtow to Boss Sang, or drink to apologize, you have to clean up this mess. If you don't handle it properly, you're fired."
"Yes, yes, Boss Wang, I was wrong, I'll handle it..."
Hearing Boss Wang's harsh reprimand and An Xiaomei's humble apology, I couldn't hold back any longer. The person being bullied inside was my sister; how could I stand idly by?
"Make way, make way..." I squeezed through the crowd and headed towards the office door.
Just as I reached the door, the receptionist grabbed me. "Brother Chen, you still dare to go in?"
Facing her worried gaze, I smiled slightly, pushed open the office door, and walked in under everyone's watchful eyes.
Mr. Wang, who was scolding me, stopped and stared at me blankly. He was sitting in An Xiaomei's seat, looking to be in his fifties, wearing glasses, and quite overweight. He asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
An Xiaomei also looked at me in surprise and said, "How did you get in? Get out."
I said to her, "Are you alright?"
She shook her head at me with tears in her eyes, "I'm fine..."
She glanced at Mr. Wang again and anxiously whispered to me, "Get out quickly!"
Mr. Wang saw the gauze on my head and suddenly realized, "Oh! You're the driver who hit someone?"
An Xiaomei quickly said to Mr. Wang, "Mr. Wang, it's not his fault, it's all my fault."
She pushed me out as she spoke. I stopped her and said to Mr. Wang, "Yes, it was me, so what?"
Mr. Wang pointed at me and said, "What kind of attitude is this?"
He then reprimanded An Xiaomei, "An Xiaomei, how do you manage the company? Is this how your employees treat their leaders? Barging in so brazenly, and daring to act arrogantly after making a mistake?"
An Xiaomei hurriedly bowed and apologized to Mr. Wang, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, it's all my fault. I didn't manage my employees well, I'm sorry..."
"Stand up straight!" I shouted at An Xiaomei. She looked at me in surprise, and Mr. Wang also gave me a surprised look.
I turned to look at Boss Wang, adopting the bravado of my old gangster days. "You fat bastard, are you ever going to stop? You've been lecturing me all afternoon, repeating the same old clichés over and over. Aren't you tired of it? I'm tired of it!"
Boss Wang was trembling with anger, pointing at me and stammering, "You, you, you..."
Then he pointed at An Xiaomei, "An, An, An Xiaomei..."
An Xiaomei's face turned pale. She bowed and apologized to Boss Wang, then forcefully pushed me out, "Get out, get out now!"
I pushed her away and said to Boss Wang, "What kind of lousy company and lousy leadership is this? Your female employee was almost raped by a bad guy for the company's benefit, and instead of standing up for her and upholding justice, you're here scolding and insulting the victim. She's a woman! Is this how you treat women? Don't you have women at home?"
Boss Wang's face turned a deep purplish-red with anger, but he was speechless. I continued, "Also, this woman is a senior executive in your company. How could a senior executive be bullied like this by an outsider, suffer such a great injustice, and still be harassed and scolded by her own people? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at and scolded if word gets out?"
As I said these words, An Xiaomei kept looking at me with tears in her eyes, her gaze filled with relief and admiration.
“What’s the point of a company that doesn’t know how to protect its employees, a company that only knows how to blame its employees when something goes wrong? It might as well just dissolve.”
I said all this in one breath, which made Boss Wang furious. He pointed at me and cursed, “You, you, get out of here!”
“You’re the one who should get out…” I pointed at Boss Wang and cursed back, “What right do you have to sit here, arrogantly reprimanding an employee who works diligently for the company and knowingly goes into danger for the company’s benefit?”
Boss Wang slammed his hand on the table, stood up and roared, “You hit someone and you still think you’re right?”
“Scum like that shouldn’t be hit?” I glared at him and shouted, breaking free from An Xiaomei’s grip on my hand.
"Do you know who you hit? That's Boss Sang, our bread and butter. You were happy to be a hero, but you destroyed tens of millions of dollars worth of business with one punch. Are you going to take responsibility for that loss?"
"Heh heh..." I sneered repeatedly, "I despise people like you the most. You bow down for a pittance, you abandon all human decency for money..."
I pointed at An Xiaomei and yelled at Boss Wang, "According to your bastard logic, to avoid offending Boss Sang, you should let this woman sleep with him and accept that bastard's humiliation?"
"I... I won't argue with you. In short, hitting someone is wrong." Boss Wang was still trying to justify himself.
“I was right to hit him this time. Let me tell you, I’ll beat up that kind of scum every time I see him. If you dare to utter another word, I’ll beat you up too.”
An Xiaomei shoved me hard and yelled, “Are you done yet? This is outrageous!”
Boss Wang pointed at An Xiaomei and asked, “An Xiaomei, who exactly is he? What is he to you? Why is he protecting you like this?”
“Do you want to know what I am to her? Do you want to know why I’m protecting her like this?”
I pointed at An Xiaomei and looked at Boss Wang. “Okay, then I’ll tell you, I am her…”
An Xiaomei looked at me and tears streamed down her face. I continued, “…the driver, she’s my boss. We work together, so I absolutely cannot stand by and watch my colleague be bullied without doing anything, because I’m a person, a man, you understand?”
“Enough!” An Xiaomei shouted and slapped me across the face.
I covered the side of my face where I had been hit, looking at her in astonishment, and said, "An Xiaomei, I was standing up for you, why did you hit me?"
An Xiaomei pointed at Boss Wang and ordered me, "Apologize to Boss Wang immediately, right now!"
"Why should I apologize to him? What did I do wrong? What did I say wrong? He's the one who should apologize, he should apologize to you for his words and actions just now."
"Are you going to apologize or not?" An Xiaomei pointed at my nose and said through gritted teeth.
I stared at her and said in Chongqing dialect, "Apologize my ass!"
She raised her hand to hit me again, but I grabbed her wrist. "Try hitting me again?"
An Xiaomei struggled and said in a coquettish voice, "Let go of me, you're hurting me."
I released her, took out my car keys and threw them on the desk, and said to Boss Wang, "I'm not going to serve this kind of heartless and unjust company anymore."
After saying that, under Boss Wang's shocked and angry gaze, and under An Xiaomei's tearful eyes, I strode away.
When I walked out of the office, there was complete silence outside; everyone stared at me in disbelief. The vice president, surnamed Ma, gave me a thumbs-up.
I walked out of the company as if no one else was there. Suddenly, I heard soft applause behind me, which quickly grew louder and louder, as if bidding farewell to a hero.
The general manager, surnamed Wang, shouted from inside the office, "What's going on? An Xiaomei, how did you educate your employees?"
But the applause didn't stop; it continued unabated…
That night, at Lao Gui's bar, he saw me with a bandage wrapped around my head and asked what happened. Had I gotten into a fight?
I told him everything. Lao Gui said, "You really acted impulsively for a woman! You and the Ice Beauty, did you take your acting too far?"
I said, "What are you talking about? Nothing like that. I was just doing something heroic." Lao Gui said, "Given your personality, I believe you're capable of doing something like that. But if it were just an ordinary person, you would have tried to stop them first, and only acted if necessary. Who just punches someone?" In this situation, she's either your lover or your sister. I said you're right, she really is my sister.
"Your sister? What sister?" Old Ghost asked, puzzled.
I took a sip of my drink and said, "A sister I used to live with in the same family."
"Wait a minute, where did you get a sister?" Old Ghost asked in surprise, "Aren't you an only child? How come you suddenly have a sister?"

17.
I had no choice but to tell him my history. Old Ghost was incredulous, "My God! You actually have a sister as beautiful as an angel, and you were her driver for so long. Does she know who you are?"
I shook my head, "She probably doesn't. When I left home, she was only six years old. Whether she remembers having a brother like me is another matter!"
We sighed for a while, and Old Ghost asked, "Aren't you going to acknowledge her?"
I shook my head and remained silent. He said, puzzled, "I'm afraid any man with such a beautiful and outstanding sister would have been scrambling to get her, right? You, on the other hand, are just sitting here calmly. If it were me..."
He muttered to himself, "Hehe! Sis, I'm your brother... Brother, brother, your sister misses you so much..."
Then he punched me in the left fist and slapped his right palm, sighing, "See, isn't that great!"
I laughed, "Then go and acknowledge her! I'll give you the chance."
Old Ghost slapped me, "What does it have to do with me? I'd like to, but she's not my sister.
" Taking a sip of wine, I said, "Tell me, what are you really thinking?"
I looked at the wine glass in my hand. "It's not that I don't want to acknowledge her, it's that I can't. If I acknowledge her, I'll inevitably have to acknowledge the two couples who adopted me back then, my other sister, and my two brothers..."
As I spoke, the image of that sixteen-year-old girl waiting for me so devotedly at the Wanzhou long-distance bus station more than twenty years ago flashed before my eyes again. Her longing gaze had appeared countless times in my dreams, tormenting me and causing me unbearable pain.
"That would be like me going back to that big family, back to the years when I was called the son of a thief. I left home back then to avoid causing them trouble, so why should I bother them now? I left there when I was eighteen and never went back, spending more than twenty years escaping and forgetting that history. I've been hiding for more than twenty years, far away, so why should I go back to the past now?"
Old Gui looked at me silently, patted me on the shoulder, and sighed heavily.
During those days, I didn't go to the company or contact An Xiaomei. I even blocked her phone number and WeChat so she couldn't find me.
I decided not to see her anymore. Besides the reasons I told Lao Gui, there was another reason: I felt I was deeply attracted to An Xiaomei.
And the gap between us was so vast, like heaven and earth. Even if she were willing to accept me, how could I be at peace?
Although I made this decision, I still couldn't shake off the melancholy.
One night, I was drinking at Lao Gui's bar again. Lao Gui said I was drowning my sorrows in alcohol, clearly wanting to acknowledge her as my sister but forcing myself not to—it was just me torturing myself.
He suddenly looked behind me and said, "Speak of the devil, and he appears."
I leaned against the bar and turned around to see An Xiaomei standing in the bar, looking at me with resentment in her eyes.
She walked over and sat down next to me. Old Gui greeted her warmly, "Yo! President An, you're here?"
"Brother Gui, could you pour me a drink? Thank you." An Xiaomei placed her Hermes bag on the bar and said.
"No problem." Old Gui quickly poured her a drink and glanced at me.
She took a sip, looked at me coldly, and said, "Why don't you come to work? Why did you block me?"
"I'm sorry, President An, I'm no longer your driver, and you're no longer my boss. So I think we don't need to contact each other anymore, and there's no need for us to meet again."
I had decided that I would never see her again, never have any connection with her, and never have any interaction with the large family behind her. I would not allow myself to return to that past.
An Xiaomei stared at me coldly. "Did I agree?"
I said nonchalantly, "I don't care if you agree or not, I'm not doing it anymore."
She sneered, "Chen Yu, you're an adult. Don't you know you signed a labor contract with me? Whether you want to work or not, as long as it's still within the contract period, it's not up to you to decide."
"Fine!" I spread my hands, acting like I had nothing to lose. "You want a penalty for breach of contract? I'm penniless, I don't have a single penny on me, I even rent a place. I have no money, but I have my life."
An Xiaomei remained silent, staring at me coldly. I looked at her. "By the way, at worst, you can put me in jail to pay off the debt. What's the big deal? I've been in there before."
She picked up a wine glass and splashed it in my face. Old Gui saw this and quickly came over to stop her, but I raised my hand to him, signaling him to mind his own business.
I wiped the wine from my face, looked at her tear-filled eyes, and decided to make her hate me, despise me. "Don't try to act like a boss with me. General manager, huh? In Guangzhou, you could hit three people with a brick thrown at you. What's so great about that?"
I pointed at her and said, "If I fucking acknowledge you as my boss, then you are. If I fucking don't, then you're nothing but a fart."
An Xiaomei glared at me fiercely and slapped my hand away. Old Gui said to me from the side, "Can't you speak like a human being?"
"Are you running away?" she asked coldly.
"What did you say?" I pretended not to hear and tilted my ear towards her.
"I said, you're running away... me."
I sneered again, "An Xiaomei, I'm running away from you? Why would I run away from you? Have I fallen in love with you?"
She still stared at me coldly, without saying a word. I glanced at her sideways. "Who do you think you are? A beauty queen? Give me a break! Let me tell you, I've slept with more women than you've seen men. Get out of here."
"Chen Yu, you fucking bastard," Lao Gui blurted out.
At the same time, An Xiaomei slapped me, but I grabbed her wrist and glared at her, saying, "Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a woman."
She struggled to break free of my hand, stared at me for a moment, picked up her bag, stood up, glared at me again, and walked out of the bar.
Lao Gui watched An Xiaomei leave the bar, then grabbed my collar. "You fucking go after her right now, you hear me?"
I pulled his hand away, didn't say anything, and just kept drinking. Lao Gui pointed at me and said, "Why did you do this?"
I picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp, slamming it down on the bar counter. I put on my Bluetooth headphones, turned on my phone, and played Wild Chrysanthemum's "Don't Worry."
"Alright, go home and sleep." I slammed my hand on the table, got up, and walked out, the melancholy, poignant song of Wild Chrysanthemum echoing in my ears.
"Hey! Hey! You! Don't worry about anything. Shall we sing together?..."
Just as I stepped out of the bar, I saw An Xiaomei standing under a streetlamp, looking at me, tears streaming down her face. I really wanted to go over and hug her, to tell her, "I'm your brother."
But I knew I couldn't. If I took that step, it would mean all my efforts of the past twenty years would have been in vain. I had finally managed to escape that history; how could I take a single step back?
I looked at her for a moment, then turned and walked away, hearing her chase after me.
"All your painful memories! Buried deep in your heart, let the past be the past, don't regret loving, sing for those who have left..."
As Wild Chrysanthemum sang, I walked, trying to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Chen Yu, stop!" An Xiaomei called after me.
I kept walking. She called out again, "Chen Xingyan..."
I froze, stopped, and turned to look at her. I hadn't expected that she already knew who I was.
She walked up to me, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Is it that you'll only acknowledge me if I take the initiative to do so? Or do you simply not want to acknowledge me? Not want to acknowledge us all? Is that history so unbearable for you to recall?"
Her tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried out, "Is that so? Xingyan-gege (Brother Xingyan)."
That tear-soaked "Xingyan-gege" broke my heart.
My thoughts drifted back to the past. Back to the days when Uncle Yang brutally beat his own son to protect me, back to the days when Uncle An came to Chongqing to take me home after I had been wandering the streets, back to the days when I held young An Xiaomei and made her call me brother, and back to the days when An Xiaomin and I were childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree.
Tears silently streamed down my face. I pulled An Xiaomei into my arms, and she cried out "Brother!" before sobbing uncontrollably in my embrace.
"All your painful memories! Buried deep in your heart, let the past be the past, don't regret having loved, sing for those who have left..."
The song of wild chrysanthemums still lingers in my ears...

(To be continued)

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