My stunningly beautiful 29-year-old female boss (7-12)

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7.
I chuckled, looked around, picked up a flat pebble, bent down, and tossed it. The pebble skipped lightly across the river several times before sinking.
"You skipped the stones really well," An Xiaomei said in Chongqing dialect.
I picked up another pebble and handed it to her. "Want to try?"
She smiled, took it, and tried to skip it like me. The pebble sank straight into the water.
"I can't, I can't..." she laughed.
"I'll teach you..." I said, picking up a pebble to demonstrate. "Like this, bend your body a little lower, put your hand down a little, and use your wrist to power the last stroke, throwing it horizontally."
"Got it." An Xiaomei took the pebble from my hand and threw it according to the technique I had taught her. This time it was pretty good, skipping three times on the river.
"Not bad! You're teachable," I laughed.
She playfully scolded, "What are you saying?"
Then she picked up a pebble herself. "How about we have a competition?"
"Sure! But there has to be a wager," I said, looking at her with a smile.
"What are we betting on?"
"Whoever loses drives later."
She glanced at me sideways. "You've got a pretty shrewd plan, haven't you? You're supposed to be my driver anyway, so you're not losing out either way, are you?"
I laughed. "Then what do you suggest?"
An Xiaomei looked at the river and thought for a moment. "How about this: if I lose, I'll drive you back later. If you lose, you have to call me 'sister.'"
"Little brat, how old are you? You dare ask me to call you 'sister'?"
Although she was nearly thirty, she was still twelve years younger than me. When I graduated from high school, she probably hadn't even started elementary school yet. It wouldn't be unreasonable for me to call her "little brat" out of seniority.
"Who's the little brat? Say it again!" She pointed at me and glared at me.
"Fine, fine..." I muttered softly, "Why don't you let me call you 'Mom'?"
"What did you say?" Her scolding rang in my ears.
"N-nothing, Ms. An, you go first." I chuckled.
She tossed the pebble, but this time her attempt was less than ideal, only lightly skimming the surface.
"Haha, heaven has eyes, you've definitely lost."
"That doesn't count, that doesn't count, let's try again..." An Xiaomei started to play the cheater, her charming demeanor a stark contrast to her usual icy boss persona.
"President An, as the head of such a large company, you can't go back on your word. Where's your sense of contractual obligation?" I pointed at her.
"Alright! We'll see who loses!" she playfully hit me.
As I bent down to throw the pebble, she crossed her arms and said, "I curse you to never skip a single stone, to sink straight into the sea like a rhinoceros."
"Then just watch!" I smiled at her, tossing the pebble.
At the same time, An Xiaomei shoved me hard, and the pebble sank directly into the water.
"Haha..." she laughed triumphantly, "You lost, you lost..."
"President An, isn't this blatant cheating?" I put my hands on my hips, looking at her with a helpless smile.
"Who cheated? Who cheated? Are there any witnesses?" she yelled at me, putting on a shrewish act. "Anyway, you lost, so you have to call me 'sister,' hurry up and call me that."
"I won't."
"Will you call me or not?" She pointed at me, her fingertip almost touching my nose. "If you don't call me that, I'll fire you tomorrow."
I had no choice but to whisper, "Sister."
"Louder, I can't hear you."
I shouted, "Big-Sister!"
"Get lost, do you think I'm that old?" She playfully hit me.
We both laughed, the laughter drifting towards the Pearl River under the night sky.
Back at the car, to my surprise, An Xiaomei sat in the passenger seat. This was the first time I'd ever driven for her in all this time.
Could it be that from this moment on, the boss-driver hierarchy between us had transformed into an equal and intimate relationship?
Just as I was lost in thought, An Xiaomei tugged at the seatbelt and said, "Why can't you pull it up?"
I leaned over from the driver's seat and pulled the seatbelt for her. With that movement, our faces were very close, we could smell each other's breath, and our gazes, so close yet so distant, gradually became hazy.
Involuntarily, I slowly kissed her lips. She looked at me the whole time, neither resisting nor looking away.
I never imagined I could kiss this charming, mature beauty, this aloof female boss; for a moment, it felt like a dream.
Just as we were about to kiss, An Xiaomei suddenly said coldly, "You're being too presumptuous."
In that instant, she transformed from that gentle, water-like woman back into her usual high-and-mighty queen, that icy beauty.
"I'm...I'm sorry, I acted impulsively and offended you," I quickly apologized.
"Drive," she commanded, her voice still as cold as ever.
As I drove, I secretly glanced at her, my heart pounding with unease. She stared at the windshield and said coldly, "I expect you to forget everything that happened tonight immediately, and you mustn't have any improper thoughts."
"Yes, Ms. An," I nodded in response.
“And…” she continued coldly, “You absolutely mustn’t tell anyone that we were alone together tonight, understand?”
“Understood…” I replied, my thoughts still lingering on that moment.
It was late when I got home, and Zhang Fei was asleep in my bed. I had texted her earlier by the Pearl River, and she knew the door code.
I took a shower and lay in bed, recalling what had happened tonight. I was so close to kissing her; her sweet scent still seemed to linger in my nostrils.
“Uncle, you’re back? What time is it?” Zhang Fei murmured beside me, turning over and hugging me.
I hugged her back and kissed her lips. As I kissed her, I removed her last remaining underwear, then my own, and knelt between her legs, licking there.
Zhang Fei moaned softly, becoming very wet, and her clitoris became erect. I got up and entered her…
The next morning, I took Zhang Fei to the nearby subway station and then went to pick up An Xiaomei.
When I picked her up downstairs at An Xiaomei's apartment, she was still that unapproachable, icy beauty, as if nothing from the previous night had happened. We hadn't taken a walk along the river, hadn't had a skipping-stone-skipping contest, and hadn't almost kissed in the car.
I told myself, just like she said, that between us was still only driver and boss, and nothing I hoped for could happen.
Maybe it was just a dream? Even so, I was secretly pleased that I had almost kissed this queen, whom everyone in the company both admired and feared, and I lingered in that feeling, savoring the memory.
For the next few days, An Xiaomei acted as if nothing had happened between us, remaining cold and domineering towards me. Once, she even berated me in front of everyone in the company for falling asleep with my feet up on my desk.
I couldn't help but think to myself, women are truly terrifying creatures; they can turn on you in an instant.
Perhaps, that night, under those specific circumstances, she simply shed her strong career woman persona and revealed her true, more feminine side to me?

8.
An Xiaomei goes to the gym four afternoons a week, and I always have to take her there and wait for her to finish before taking her home, even on weekends.
Once, I was squatting by my car smoking (she never allows me to smoke in the car) when I saw An Xiaomei come out of the elevator with her bag.
She had her hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt and high-elasticity yoga pants, with Adidas sneakers on her feet—a mature yet youthful and sporty look.
Her figure was fucking amazing; high, shapely breasts, a slender yet not overly thin waist, appearing quite toned, and her peach-shaped buttocks were round and firm under the tight yoga pants. Add to that a pair of long, strong, beautiful legs, and she was the kind of woman any man would want to sleep with at first sight.
Later, I learned that she had even developed abs. The gym owner, unaware she was a senior executive, had asked her if she'd be willing to be a fitness instructor.
I quickly went to her, took her bag, put it in the trunk, and opened the right rear door for her, helping her get in.
That afternoon, An Xiaomei asked me to drive her to the supermarket. When we arrived, I asked if I should wait for her in the car or go shopping with her.
"What do you think?" she said with a half-smile.
I didn't understand what she meant. Would going shopping with her seem too intimate, crossing the line between driver and boss? If I didn't go with her, would she think I didn't want to serve her and blame me?
I could only say, "Ms. An, you must be buying a lot today. Let me help you carry it."
An Xiaomei nodded, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
While shopping at the supermarket, An Xiaomei's beautiful face, outstanding figure, and mature charm attracted many people's attention.
I pushed the shopping cart alongside her, and to onlookers we were undoubtedly a couple. Quite a few men cast envious and jealous glances my way, which made me secretly pleased with myself.
When she bent down to select items at a shelf, her peach-shaped buttocks suddenly popped up. I thought, "Damn, that position, that alluring ass, wouldn't doggy style be incredibly pleasurable?"
Just as I was lost in these fantasies, I noticed several men nearby secretly staring at An Xiaomei's buttocks, two of them even whispering and laughing.
I really wanted to go over and tell her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Fortunately, she didn't stick it up for long before straightening up.
An Xiaomei had indeed bought a lot of things, filling three large bags. When I dropped her off at her apartment building, she left one bag in the car, saying it was for me; she figured a single guy like me would need to buy these things.
I felt secretly pleased, thinking that all my efforts in serving her hadn't been in vain.
“Ms. An, this is quite a lot and heavy. Let me help you carry it up,”
I said ingratiatingly, but then, to avoid her thinking I was deliberately using this as an excuse to go to her house, I added, “I’ll come down as soon as you drop me off at the door…”
“Why bother? You’re already here, have a seat!” she said casually.
I felt a surge of joy and carried the things upstairs with An Xiaomei.
Before we could even finish entering the door code, the door opened from the inside, startling both An Xiaomei and me.
Standing inside was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing glasses, with a robust build, taller than me, impeccably dressed, and with an air of importance.
“Meimei, you’re back?” the middle-aged man smiled at An Xiaomei.
“You… why are you here?” An Xiaomei was clearly surprised by the man’s appearance and was also not very happy.
The middle-aged man saw me and asked in surprise, "And this is...?"
"Oh..." An Xiaomei looked a little embarrassed and flustered. She glanced at me and said, "He's my driver. He brought these things up for me."
"I'll take them!" The middle-aged man took the two shopping bags from my hands without further ado.
"Old Chen, thank you for your trouble. You can go back now," An Xiaomei said to me.
"No trouble at all, goodbye, Ms. An." I said, turning and walking towards the elevator. The door closed behind me.
I wondered to myself, who was this man? He must be someone intimate with An Xiaomei, otherwise he wouldn't have been in her house before she got home.
Was he her boyfriend? Or perhaps the man who was keeping her? She became a senior executive in a large company at such a young age. It would have been difficult to achieve that without a man's help, and that man looked like an elite, a successful person. Maybe he really was. Lost
in my thoughts, I felt a little lost and jealous. Maybe she was going to sleep with that man tonight? A woman like her deserves only a man like her. A loser like me can only fantasize about her; how could I possibly actually win her over?
After that, An Xiaomei never mentioned it again, as if I had never met that man. If she wouldn't talk about it, how could I dare to ask?
Days passed, and I occasionally hooked up with Zhang Fei. She said my technique was much better than her boyfriend's, and that it was especially enjoyable with me.
Once, for excitement and fun, before Zhang Fei's boyfriend came to Guangzhou, I shaved all the hair off her genitals.
I had done this before; I once shaved the genitals of a young woman I dated for a while completely bald. She had to tell her husband she shaved it herself.
The bidding process for XX Company was in full swing. This was a big project; if we could win it, our company's reputation in Guangzhou's industry would rise even higher. The head office attached great importance to it, and An Xiaomei had been personally overseeing the project.
The afternoon before the bidding, while she and a few of her subordinates were organizing the bid documents, she found a document on her home computer and asked me to come over.
I drove to An Xiaomei's house, used the access code she sent me to my phone to open the door.
The house was huge, a 180-square-meter penthouse, luxuriously decorated with high-end furniture and appliances—clearly a wealthy person's home.
I couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly luxurious it was for one person to live in such a large house.
Even back then, such a house in Guangzhou would cost nearly ten million yuan. An Xiaomei's annual salary was over two million yuan, plus her annual dividends as a senior partner in the group's headquarters; buying it on mortgage wouldn't be a problem.
Damn, this beautiful and rich woman—any man who marries her, even if he gets yelled at by her all the time, will be damn lucky.
I went to the study, turned on the computer, found the document, logged into my WeChat account, and sent it to An Xiaomei's WeChat.
After doing all that, I didn't leave immediately. Instead, I wandered around An Xiaomei's mansion, soaking in her presence. Since there was no one else around, I felt a bit unrestrained and entered An Xiaomei's bedroom.
The bedroom was also very large and luxurious. I went into the walk-in closet, where all kinds of clothes, dresses, shoes, and bags were displayed—a dazzling array, all international brands, including Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Hermes.
I thought to myself, if I stole these things and sold them, I could make a small fortune. While pondering this, I opened a drawer. Inside were dozens of women's panties, all kinds of styles: briefs, boxer briefs, and thongs. Some were completely transparent, some were semi-transparent, and some were opaque.
Involuntarily, images of these panties on An Xiaomei's alluring buttocks flashed through my mind, and I almost got an erection.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to defecate, so I went straight into the bathroom in the bedroom, unbuckled my belt and zipped up my pants, pulled them down, and plopped onto the toilet seat, letting out a satisfying bowel movement.
I thought to myself, "Who the hell told you to always boss me around like that? Today, I'm going to do this stinky thing in this private space that's all yours."
After finishing, I put my pants back on, flushed, and was about to leave when I suddenly noticed a pile of underwear in the laundry basket. Without thinking, I picked up a pair of black, transparent briefs and examined them inside and out.
These unwashed briefs were practically untouched compared to the clean ones in the drawer. I brought them to my nose and inhaled the scent of An Xiaomei's most private area, feeling a surge of pleasure.
I even spotted a curly black hair on the inside of her crotch, and instantly, my mind raced, and I became aroused. Without further ado, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my erect penis, wrapped it around the panty, and started vigorously masturbating.
I tried my best to imagine making love with An Xiaomei, and soon I ejaculated. Looking at the mess on the panty, I suddenly came to my senses. I thought, "Oh no, how could I have ejaculated on the Ice Beauty's panties? If that woman finds out, she'll probably want to kill me."
Well, I guess I'll just have to wash it for her. So I took the panty, which I had soiled terribly, to the tap, soaked it, lathered it with soap, and washed it clean before hanging it in the drying room.

9.
After doing all this without anyone noticing, I suddenly realized an extremely serious problem, even one that was irreparable.
I came here to pick up some documents, how could I have washed An Xiaomei's panties? Wasn't this just trying to cover it up? There was no one else here, she would definitely guess that I did it, a driver washing his female boss's panties, no matter what.
For a moment, I even felt like dying. Amidst my sighs, my first thought was to simply take it and throw it away, destroying the evidence. But then I thought, no, if An Xiaomei finds out she's missing a pair of underwear, wouldn't she think I'm a perverted womanizer?
But she has so many pairs of underwear, surely she won't notice one is missing? I should just take it.
For now, I could only pray to God that An Xiaomei wouldn't find out she's missing a pair of underwear. If she asked about it someday, I would deny it even if she killed me.
While driving in the garage, I looked around, took the underwear out of my pocket, and threw it in the trash can.
That afternoon, when I drove An Xiaomei home, and the next morning when I picked her up, I kept wondering if she had noticed. Did she notice?
That morning, looking at her face, which was no different from usual—cold and indifferent—I secretly rejoiced, perhaps she hadn't noticed?
I was sitting in the large office this morning, watching football news on my phone for a while, when my mind started wandering again. Suddenly, I heard An Xiaomei standing outside her office door, coldly saying to me, "Chen Yu, come in."
I stood up and walked into the general manager's office under everyone's gaze.
"Close the door," An Xiaomei commanded, her attitude quite unfriendly.
My heart skipped a beat. I closed the door and asked, "Ms. An, what is it?"
She looked down and rummaged in her bag, pulling out a pair of underwear. I looked at it—it was the very pair I'd used to masturbate in her bathroom yesterday. The air suddenly seemed to freeze.
"You pervert, you bastard..." An Xiaomei rushed up to me, furious, and threw the small triangle of underwear at my face. "You actually used my underwear to do such disgusting things, you're such a pervert!"
Of course, I denied it, feigning innocence, and said, "Ms. An, you... what are you talking about?"
"You still dare to deny it? I checked the garage security footage, you threw this underwear in the trash can, and I found it in the trash can, what else do you have to say?"
My head buzzed, and I really wanted to crawl into the ground and disappear, never to see this woman again.
She cursed, slapped me, and kicked me in the stomach, knocking me to the ground...
"Brother Chen, what's wrong?" A girl's voice came from beside me.
I opened my eyes and found myself sitting on the floor next to my seat. I had fallen asleep and had a dream in which I fell off
the chair. "N-nothing..." I silently prayed and got up to sit back down.
The bidding for XX Company was completed, and our company won the bid. That evening, the whole company had a celebratory dinner, and I, as An Xiaomei's driver, also attended.
After dinner, everyone went to karaoke. Being mostly young people, they sang and danced in the private room, creating a lively atmosphere.
"Ms. An, it's your turn next!" a girl called out to An Xiaomei, who was drinking and chatting with a male vice president surnamed Ma.
"I didn't choose a song? You guys sing it?" An Xiaomei said.
"No, everyone has to sing today, no exceptions. I've already chosen your favorite, 'Mean,'" another girl said.
Since they weren't at the company and were in such a celebratory mood, these girls, who usually treated An Xiaomei with great awe, were now completely at ease with their queen.
As the music started, two girls pulled An Xiaomei to the floor microphone, and she had no choice but to sing along. It was an English song, a work by the American singer Taylor Swift.
"You, with your razor-sharp words, pierced me, leaving me battered and bruised. You, time and again, knocked me down, making me feel utterly worthless."
Although I don't understand English, there were Chinese subtitles on the screen.
"When I was hurt, you yelled at me with a voice like your nails scraping a blackboard. You love bullying the weak; I'm utterly defenseless in front of you."
"But you would never have imagined that one day I would have a wonderful life. And you, from beginning to end, all you've done is belittling me; one day I will be so strong that you can no longer attack me."
An Xiaomei sang very well. I didn't expect her to be so beautiful, so capable, and even sing so well. Moreover, I heard a certain sentiment in her singing, a kind of accusation and mockery of the past, delivered with the air of a victor.
I don't know what happened to her in the past, but I can guess that she is a woman with a story.
I didn't expect the girls to ask me to sing a song too. I originally thought that if I hadn't been driving for An Xiaomei, I wouldn't even have been qualified to attend this gathering.
“Brother Chen, I already said everyone has to sing at least one song. Boss An and Boss Ma have already sung, so stop dawdling.”
I looked at An Xiaomei, who smiled slightly at me. “Just sing what I'm told!”
So I chose “Lover” by the late Beyond lead singer Wong Ka Kui.
“I hope you haven’t secretly shed tears for me again, I don’t want to leave your heart empty. I hope you won’t let me bear too much sin, my heart is like water, you don’t need to be infatuated.”
I had only sung the beginning when the image of that girl from my hometown twenty-three years ago surfaced in my mind again, and tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably.
“Woo, do you know, who is willing to leave, who is between you and me. Is it fate, love, innocence, or an accident? There are tears, sins, sacrifices, and patience. Is it a person, a wall, or a cold winter, hidden in my eyes. There are days and nights, there are fantasies, but I can’t wait…”
Yes! Between her and me, even waiting is a luxury, let alone a reunion in this life? Tears quietly streamed down my face.
When I drove An Xiaomei home, she asked me in the car, "Who is the person you can't wait for?" I laughed and asked her in return, "Who is the person who makes you so strong that you can no longer be attacked?" She said it was her secret, and I said, "Then what you're asking is also my secret.
" An Xiaomei then said she wanted to drink more and asked me to drink with her. I dissuaded her, "Still drinking? President An, you've already had quite a bit, maybe you should stop?"
"Am I the boss, or are you the boss? Who's in charge here?"
Although she still didn't give me a chance to argue, there was a hint of playfulness in her tone.
"Fine, then where do you want to drink?"
"You decide. Wherever you take me, I'll go."
"Is that what you said?"
"Of course! I'm sticking with you tonight."
Her words made me have some wild thoughts. I thought, "Can I take you to a hotel room and have sex with you?"
"Sure! Of course!" An Xiaomei laughed behind me.
Holy crap! I had a jolt of fear. Could this woman read minds?
An Xiaomei continued, "No problem, sis, I promise I'll be back next week..."
I glanced back; she was on her cell phone.
"Okay, I understand, sis... That's all then, bye-bye."
After An Xiaomei hung up, taking advantage of her good mood tonight, I asked, "Ms. An, you're not an only child, are you?"
She chuckled, "No, I have an older sister and an older brother..."
I said, "Oh," and then, "That's good. Well... Ms. An, if I may be so bold, what do your brother and sister do?"
"My brother is a lawyer; he co-owns a law firm with a friend, and my sister is a university professor..."
An Xiaomei said, then asked, "And you? Do you have any siblings?"
I smiled, "No, I'm an only child."
"Actually..." she looked out the car window and said wistfully, "I also have an older brother, but I haven't seen him for many years. I don't know if I'll ever see him again in this lifetime?"
"What happened?" I asked curiously.
She paused for a moment, then said, "I'll tell you later."
Her words took me back more than twenty years. Memories of the past made my heart melancholy at this moment.

10.
Arriving at Lao Gui's bar, Lao Gui stood behind the bar, his eyes wide, as he watched An Xiaomei and I walk in. Clearly, he was stunned by An Xiaomei's stunning beauty, mature charm, and capable demeanor.
"This is my friend Lao Gui, he's the owner here," I introduced An Xiaomei.
She gracefully extended her right hand and smiled at Lao Gui, "Hello, I'm An Xiaomei."
"Hello, hello, welcome."
The two shook hands, and An Xiaomei asked where the restroom was. Lao Gui pointed, and she walked away gracefully.
"That woman is fucking hot..." Lao Gui exclaimed, admiring An Xiaomei's alluring back, then asked, "Have you slept with her yet?"
I laughed, "What are you thinking? She's my boss."
"What? She's the Ice Beauty?" Lao Gui was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth, pointing towards the restroom and shouting.
"Keep your voice down, you bastard," I quickly stopped him.
"She seems quite amiable! Not like you described."
I smiled. "She's just in a good mood today. See what she's like after tonight. If any man marries her, he'll truly have no will to live."
"Come on!" Old Ghost said dismissively. "Living with such a beauty, sleeping with her whenever you want, and you think you'll have no will to live? I'd say it's worth it even if you shortened your life by ten years."
He leaned close to my ear and said, "Why is she out drinking with you so late at night? Are you two...doing something?"
"Don't talk nonsense, nothing's happened between us," I said.
An Xiaomei's voice came from behind me, "What are you two talking about?"
I turned to look at her, smiling awkwardly, "N-nothing."
"Beautiful lady, what would you like to drink?" Old Ghost asked with a smile.
"Give her a bottle of Ice Breezer," I said.
"I came here to drink, not water. Is Bingrui even considered alcohol?" An Xiaomei protested, turning to Lao Gui. "Open a bottle of whiskey for me, please."
"Hey! That won't do!" I quickly stopped her. "You've already had enough tonight, you can't drink any more hard liquor."
An Xiaomei ignored me. "Brother Gui, whiskey."
I pointed at Lao Gui. "Lao Gui, don't open it for her."
Lao Gui looked at An Xiaomei, then at me, and said hesitantly, "Whose opinion should I listen to?"
I said firmly, "Of course it's mine! You're my friend, not hers."
An Xiaomei stared at me and said, "But I'm your boss! Do you listen to me or not?"
I retorted, "It's after work hours now, don't try to use your superior status to pressure me."
“Fine, Chen Yu, you won’t let me drink, huh?” An Xiaomei pointed at me and said coldly, “Then I’ll just find a handsome guy here to buy me a drink, and I’ll go wherever he takes me tonight.”
As she spoke, she turned her head and shouted, “All the handsome guys here, listen up, is anyone willing to…”
Lao Gui and I quickly covered her mouth, one of us bowing and begging for mercy, “Grandma, let you drink, let you drink…”
While An Xiaomei and I were drinking, Lao Gui went to do other things, leaving us alone.
An Xiaomei felt that drinking on the spot was not interesting, so she suggested that we each tell a secret that we had never told anyone before, but it had to be the truth.
At this moment, she was leaning against the bar, her right arm resting on the bar, supporting her head, and she was already seven or eight parts drunk. Her beautiful face was covered with a blush, and her beautiful eyes were like the starry sea. At first glance, I was intoxicated by her presence, even without the alcohol .
“Okay, do you want to go first?” I said.
She took a sip of whiskey and asked, “Do you know why I’m so harsh on my employees, and on myself?”
I didn’t answer, and just looked at her quietly. She continued, “After graduating from university, I stayed in Guangzhou to work hard with my boyfriend. He also graduated from South China University of Technology, two years ahead of me, majoring in computer science, while I studied economics and management…”
“Back then, we were deeply in love, dreaming of building our own little world in this place. Although life was tough, we rented an old house and lived frugally, but our hearts were full of optimism and hope.”
“I worked as an ordinary employee in a large company, starting from the bottom. You know what kind of treatment a newbie or rookie gets in the workplace.”
That night, I listened to this seemingly aloof career woman, the queen in the eyes of her employees, recount her painful past.
"To gain a foothold in the company, I do everything, working harder than anyone else, yet everyone can order me around, telling me to do this today and that tomorrow... An Xiaomei, compile the materials I need. An Xiaomei, go and photocopy General Manager Li's documents. An Xiaomei, what's wrong with you? You can't even do this simple thing right... I, I'm even often responsible for buying afternoon tea for my colleagues..."
She choked up a little as she spoke, taking another sip of her drink. "One day, I did the work of three people, working at the company until late at night. Then, my supervisor called me, demanding I immediately get a contract signed by the boss and give it to her the next morning."
"I told the supervisor it was very late and I was exhausted, could I get the boss's signature tomorrow? The supervisor said no, I had to get it signed now. I had to say, 'Mr. Zhao, even if I get Mr. Pi's signature now, I can only give it to you tomorrow. Why don't I get the boss's signature first thing tomorrow morning and then give it to you? Isn't that the same thing?'"
"The supervisor immediately got angry. She said, 'An Xiaomei, are you the supervisor or am I?' I had no choice but to contact our boss. He was hosting a dinner at a private club in the suburbs, so I took a taxi there, which cost me over thirty yuan."
"My boss was having dinner with several vice presidents and a very important client. I asked him to sign the contract, but he said there was no rush and told me to drink with the client. I was furious. Holding my glass with both hands, I said to the client, 'Mr. Shen, I don't drink, and I'm here to get Mr. Pi's signature, not to drink with you. I just finished working for three people today, and it cost me over thirty yuan for a taxi to get here. Mr. Pi won't reimburse me, so I have to toast you with this.' '
While I was saying this, Mr. Shen looked at me quietly. He was in his forties, looked very cultured and had a great presence, completely different from my boss.'
'I finished my drink. My boss felt humiliated and gave me a severe scolding on the spot, pointing outside and telling me to get out, without signing anything.'
'It was almost midnight. The place was very remote. There were no ride-hailing services back then, and there was no taxi-hailing function on mobile phones. I waited a long time before a taxi finally came. I cried all the way home.'"
"The next morning, the director gave me a severe dressing-down in front of the whole company because I hadn't completed the task she assigned me. Just then, the boss walked over, picked up the contract, and scribbled his name on it. He also told me to go to the finance department to get my taxi fare reimbursed, and said that I would be handling Mr. Shen's big project... You know what?"
An Xiaomei shed tears, gesturing with her hands. "At that moment, I was overjoyed. I felt like the sun had risen in the west. How could our boss be such a different person? He was never like this before. Later, I thought about it carefully, and it must be because of Mr. Shen. At that time, I thought I had met a good person, a benefactor."
"A few days later, the boss took me to a cocktail party at a five-star hotel. Mr. Shen was also there. He appreciated me, and we had a very pleasant conversation. Later, the boss said there was an industry press conference there the next day, and he wanted me to speak on his behalf. He even gave me a laptop, saying that the prepared PPT was on it, and told me to digest it later."
"I was both excited and nervous when I heard that. The boss said, 'Xiaomei, you've always been very hardworking and have a good understanding of our company and the industry. Besides, haven't you always wanted a chance to get promoted? I hope you can be more confident and seize this opportunity.'"
"Encouraged by the boss, I agreed. He then said it was late, and my rented place was too far from here. I was worried about traffic tomorrow and that I might not make it in time. He suggested I book a room for me here."
"I immediately became nervous again. The boss seemed to read my mind and smiled, saying, 'I'll be going back soon. Everything here is in your hands tomorrow. Don't let me down.'" "
I was relieved. After seeing the boss off, I went to the room he had booked for me. I thought it would be an ordinary room, but it turned out to be a luxurious business suite. The room was large and fully equipped, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the bustling night scene along the Pearl River."
"I really felt that my boss was so kind to me and was extremely grateful to him. But I never expected..."
An Xiaomei said, tears streaming down her face. She sobbed a few times and continued her story.
"I didn't expect that while I was taking a bath, another man came into the room and went straight into the bathroom..."
Hearing this, I understood seven or eight parts of what was going to happen and had already anticipated what was about to happen.

11.
"That person was Mr. Shen. I was terrified. I told him not to come any closer and begged him to let me go. Mr. Shen smiled and said, 'I won't force you. In fact, I never force any woman. But you need to think carefully. If you agree to this, this project will belong to your company. Even if you don't want to stay with Lao Pi's company in the future, with the performance of this project, any company in the industry will want you.'
'But if you don't agree, I will give it to another company. There are countless companies waiting to do this project. And I can guarantee you that no company in the entire Guangzhou city in the relevant industry will hire you in the future. Now, what you do is entirely up to you.'
'I had been out of school for a year at that time and knew how fierce the competition was here. In that year, I didn't have any outstanding achievements. You have no idea how much I loved Guangzhou, how much I longed to establish myself here, and how much I longed to succeed in my career.'
'Moreover, if I could close this big deal, I would get a very substantial commission, enough to pay for a down payment on a house. That way, my boyfriend and I would have a real home of our own in Guangzhou, which is a dream we have always longed to realize.'"
"Seeing me silent, President Shen smiled, took off his clothes, stepped into the bathtub, and embraced me as I trembled..."
Looking at this woman who was once beautiful and aloof, but now so pitiful and sorrowful, my heart broke.
"I left the hotel around 4 a.m. that day. When I got to the street, which was almost deserted except for sanitation workers, I squatted by the roadside and cried for a long time. As I cried, I thought of my boyfriend and felt so guilty towards him. I also thought of my father, my sister, and my brother. I really missed them then..."
An Xiaomei broke down in tears as she spoke. I felt sorry for her too, so I tore off two tissues and handed them to her. She took them, wiping her tears as she choked out, "I closed the deal and got my commission. The day my boyfriend and I went to look at the house, seeing how excited he was, I felt terribly heartbroken..."
"Somehow, word got back to my boyfriend. We were both devastated. I told him, 'If you think I'm an unfaithful woman, then let's break up.' He cried and told me he really loved me, but he couldn't accept it." "
So we broke up. I'll never forget that day, walking alone in the drizzling rain, my face wet with tears streaming down my face. How I longed for him to catch up with me, hug me, and say, 'Meimei, I don't care, let's start over!' But he didn't..." "
For a moment, I really wanted to jump into the Pearl River. If it weren't for thinking of my dad, brother, and sister, I probably really would have done it."
An Xiaomei couldn't help but burst into tears. Faced with her sorrow and desolation, I could do nothing but gaze at her silently.
"Not long after, I heard he went abroad. Just like that, my love ended completely. More than three years! I loved him wholeheartedly, gave him everything I could, but I never expected this ending." "
But I don't blame him. What man could bear something like this? If we had forced ourselves to stay together, or even married, this would have tormented him for the rest of his life. I can only blame fate; it was too cruel to me, to us." "And
you…" I asked, "have you never seen each other again?"
An Xiaomei gently shook her head. "No, we haven't had a single word from each other since."
She took a sip of her drink. "From that moment on, I swore to myself that I would become strong and never let such a thing happen again. In this materialistic, dog-eat-dog world, as a woman, the stronger you are, the safer you are."
"So for so many years, I've constantly pushed myself, striving towards my goals, and constantly pushing those around me. Because I don't want myself, or anyone around me, to become that girl again, squatting helplessly crying by the roadside at four in the morning."
I wiped away the tears welling in my eyes and said, "If I'm not mistaken, all of this was pre-planned by your boss and that Mr. Shen, including your director calling you late at night to get the boss's signature—that was part of the plan. Right?" "
Yes..." An Xiaomei smiled sadly, looking at the wine glass in her hand. "Actually, looking back now, I should thank them. Without their despicable and vile methods back then, I might not be who I am today. They made An Xiaomei who I am today."
At this point, I finally understood why she liked to sing Taylor Twift's "Mean."
"And...what about that man from that day?" I finally asked the question that had been lingering in my mind for many days.
At a time like tonight, I figured she wouldn't be averse to or avoid the topic.
An Xiaomei told me that the man was a married man, an IPO broker, a professional who specialized in handling company listings, and lived in Shanghai. She
met him in Shanghai a few years ago, and to escape her emotional setbacks, she got together with him. He repeatedly said his marriage was a mistake, that he had no feelings for his wife, and promised to marry her.
But to this day, he hasn't gone through with the divorce proceedings, claiming his wife still refuses. Heartbroken, An Xiaomei broke up with him several months ago, but the man refused, and they've been in a cold war ever since. The reason
I saw him that day was that he came to see An Xiaomei again, trying to win her back, but An Xiaomei rejected him once more.
"Do you love him?" I couldn't help but ask.
An Xiaomei smiled calmly, "Well, I admit he's very charming, although that charm comes from his talent, charisma, and financial strength, but it's definitely attractive to women. However, my love died the day I broke up with my boyfriend..."
We sighed for a moment, she wiped away her tears, looked at me and smiled, "Your turn."
I took a sip of my drink and said, "I really have nothing to say, let's just forget it."
An Xiaomei stared at me, "Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, you're fired from the company tomorrow."
I smiled at her, "Stop talking about getting fired, getting fired, I really don't want to stay in your lousy company."
"Chen Yu, you..." An Xiaomei pointed at me through gritted teeth.
"But there are things about your company that I cherish, so I've decided to tell my story." I smiled slightly.
She avoided my gaze and looked away, saying, "Such sentimentality, hurry up and tell me!"
I took another sip of my drink and slowly said, "When I was little, I lived with a family that adopted me. I left that family when I was eighteen and went to Wuhan. Three years later, I went to Shanghai and worked at a project department of a construction company from Chongqing..."
"I stayed in Shanghai for three years. During that time, I met a girl. She was my age and the child of a Shanghai educated youth. Back then, her mother went to the countryside in northern Jiangsu and later married a local and had children."
"According to the relevant policies, Shanghai educated youth who did not return to the city that year could obtain a Shanghai household registration for one of their children over the age of sixteen."
"At that time, the girl's brother was already married and could not return to Shanghai, so she became a Shanghai resident and returned to Shanghai, to the hometown that her mother had longed for since she left when she was a teenager..."
As I said this, An Xiaomei leaned against the bar, propped her head up with her hand, and silently watched me.
"However, while the dream of returning to Shanghai and becoming a Shanghainese was beautiful, the reality was cruel. First of all, without your own place to live, even if the government helped you get a Shanghai hukou (household registration), they couldn't possibly provide you with a house as well, right?"
"So she could only live with her maternal grandparents, and also with her uncle, aunt, and cousin. Back then in Shanghai, there were still many old houses that hadn't been demolished, the kind of small attics where several families lived together, sharing even the kitchen and toilet. You can imagine how difficult it was for such a large family to squeeze into two tiny rooms." "
The key issue was that her uncle and aunt disliked her intensely. Firstly, because their house was already cramped, her presence made it even more crowded. Secondly, they always believed that she was representing her mother, coming back to fight them for the old lady's property. So she didn't want to stay at home, leaving early and returning late every day to avoid having to deal with her uncle and aunt's attitude."
“Another very real reality is that she couldn’t find a job, so she had to take odd jobs everywhere. We met by chance. At that time, I had been away from the family that adopted me for several years, and I was all alone and extremely lonely. So, two lonely and helpless people came together and that’s how we got together.”
An Xiaomei gazed at me, wiped away the tears that welled up in her eyes, and continued to listen to my story.

12.
"Once, we stood atop the Oriental Pearl Tower, looking down at the twinkling lights and dazzling cityscape of Shanghai. She told me that in this vast city, she, a Shanghainese, had no place to stand. She didn't know where her home was."
"Looking at her then, I really wanted to tell her that if I had the ability, I would build her a home in Shanghai. But I myself was barely making ends meet, how could I possibly take care of her and protect her?"
"Actually, those children of Shanghai educated youth who returned to the city back then were a special group. Although they spoke fluent Shanghainese, had Shanghainese blood, and were proud to be Shanghainese, they could hardly find decent work in Shanghai, had no home of their own, and felt no sense of belonging."
"The vast majority of them could only find work at the bottom of society, many even living in the shadows of society—the men involved in organized crime, the women working as prostitutes. I once accompanied that girl to a gathering of children of Shanghai educated youth who had returned to the city. Although they were joking and laughing, I knew that each of them carried an inner sorrow."
“That girl once told me that her biggest wish was to earn a lot of money, buy a house in Shanghai, bring her mother to Shanghai, and fulfill her lifelong dream of returning to her roots in Shanghai.”
I said, tears welling up in my eyes, which I wiped away before continuing my story.
“Later, I suspected she might be selling herself, because men often called her, sometimes even late at night. I asked her, but she didn’t admit it.”
“Actually, you shouldn’t have asked her at all,” An Xiaomei said softly, holding my hand.
I nodded. “Yes! Even so, what right do I have to blame her? Who in this society has the right to blame her? She just wanted to realize her humble dream, to become a true Shanghainese and bring her mother back to her hometown to retire.”
“So how did you two break up?” An Xiaomei asked.
“In June of that year, the project I worked for in Shanghai was completed and we were about to return to Chongqing. My boss appreciated me and asked me to go to Chongqing with him and work for him. I had no other choice. If I didn’t go to Chongqing, it would mean losing a well-paying job and the opportunity for personal development.”
"At the time, the girl's family wanted her to go back to Yancheng for a blind date. Her parents felt that she had been in Shanghai for several years and couldn't even find a decent job, causing trouble for her uncle and aunt,
and her grandparents. They thought she should just go back and get married." "So I accompanied her back to her hometown of Yancheng. Of course, I didn't show up in front of her family; instead, we stayed in a hotel. She would stay with me during the day under the pretext of meeting classmates, and then go home at night."
"I stayed in Yancheng for three days. The night before I left, we stayed in the hotel. I asked her to come back to Shanghai with me, but she said she wanted to stay a few more days to be with her parents." "
I got angry then and asked her if she wanted to be with that man. She looked at me with tears in her eyes for a long time before she spoke..."
I choked up and couldn't speak. An Xiaomei, with tears in her eyes, squeezed my hand.
"She said, 'Chen Yu, do you know? You're like sand in my hand. The more I try to hold you tighter, the faster you slip away. I want to be with you, but is it possible? You're going to Chongqing eventually. Can you give up this good job to stay in Shanghai with me? Can you?'
" Hearing her words, I was speechless and lowered my head. She continued, "Even if you were willing, I can't let you make such a sacrifice for me. We have nothing in Shanghai. How can we establish ourselves in this city?"
At that moment, I felt terrible. She said I was sand in her hand, but wasn't she the same to me? She…she was sand in my hand too!
I choked up and couldn't continue, tears streaming down my face. An Xiaomei was also in tears, wiping them away with a tissue.
"The next day, she saw me off on the train back to Shanghai. She returned to Shanghai in the middle of that month, and we didn't see each other for a while after that, only communicating by phone and QQ."
I wiped away a tear, took a sip of my drink, and said under An Xiaomei's tearful gaze, "That July, I was preparing to go to Chongqing. One day at the end of June, I asked her to meet me, and she told me that she wouldn't marry that man; she wanted to continue pursuing her dream of becoming a true Shanghainese."
"That evening, we watched the 2002 World Cup final together at a bar. I still remember that match clearly; Brazil won 2-0 against Germany, and Ronaldo scored two goals."
"After watching the game, we had dinner together and strolled around until very late before I took her back to her grandparents' house. Her grandparents live in Wusongkou, and our project site is in Yangpu District. The two places are far apart, requiring two transfers. By the time I dropped her off, it was already very late, and she accompanied me to the other side of the street to wait for the last bus back to the city. I said to her, 'Go home now.' She said she would watch me get on the bus. We both knew that this parting might be for life."
I burst into tears again, and An Xiaomei kept wiping away her own tears.
"After the last train arrived, I boarded and walked to the back of the train to look out. She stood on the platform watching me go. In the darkness, her figure grew smaller and smaller, more and more blurred, until she disappeared without a trace. At that moment, I turned around, and tears streamed down my face..."
By this time, An Xiaomei was sobbing uncontrollably. Finally, she asked, "So you never saw each other again after that, right?"
I slowly shook my head. "Until now, we haven't seen each other again, and we've never been in contact."
She asked again, "In all these years, have you thought about her?"
I nodded and said, "I have. I often think of her in the quiet of the night, especially during each World Cup. I wonder if she achieved her Shanghai dream? Or, did she return to Yancheng, get married, and have children there?"
I sighed. "Sometimes, I ask myself, Liu Lin, where are you now? Are you alright?"
An Xiaomei looked at me, tears streaming down her face again. Finally, she said, "My intuition tells me that this girl isn't the one you can't wait for; she's just a passerby in your life. Who is that person?"
I laughed, "Didn't I say everyone keeps a secret? I've already told one, and you have no right to know more."
She scoffed and said, "Chen Yu, you're a man with a story. One day, I'll know all your stories."
That night, An Xiaomei and I both drank a lot. She was completely drunk, so I called a designated driver to take us to her apartment's garage.
After the driver left, I helped An Xiaomei into her large apartment and helped her to bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching her sleep, and couldn't help but sigh. Even such a strong woman had a painful past and a vulnerable side.
Tonight, we opened our hearts to each other, revealing our inner vulnerabilities and past sorrows.
If possible, I will do everything I can to take good care of her, cherish her, and heal her inner wounds. But I knew it was impossible; the gap between us was too vast.
As I stood up to leave, An Xiaomei's phone, which lay beside her pillow, rang. She was still drunk and unconscious. I picked up the phone and saw the word "Sister" flashing on the screen. I wondered what her sister wanted so late.
Just as I hesitated, deciding whether to answer for her or try to wake her, four words escaped her lips, "Brother Xingyan..."
I was stunned. I looked at the "Sister" on the screen and heard An Xiaomei call out again in her sleep, "Brother Xingyan..."
In surprise, I instinctively pressed the answer button. "Meimei, something happened to Dad..."
That voice, which had haunted my dreams for so many years, returned to my ears after twenty-three years.
"Meimei, are you listening? Meimei..." The voice continued to echo in my ears, and tears instantly streamed down my face.
At that moment, An Xiaomei, lying on the bed, murmured in her sleep, "Brother Xingyan, where are you? Why are
you hiding from us? Don't you know we all miss you so much? Especially my sister, she misses you so, so much..." The woman on the other end of the phone also heard An Xiaomei's murmurs and said urgently, "Meimei, what are you saying? Have you seen Xingyan? Are you with him?"
My tears flowed uncontrollably. The voice continued, "Xingyan, is that you? Brother Xingyan, is it really you?"
At that moment, I really wanted to tell her, "Minmin, it's me."
But I remained silent. The voice cried, "Brother Xingyan, say something! Brother Xingyan..."
I put down the phone, silently pressed the hang-up button, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

(To be continued)

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