My Story with the Boss Lady (The End)

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A side note: Adding "The End" to the title makes me sad, as it signifies that my memories of her are being sealed away again. Perhaps they will never be reopened, because I have already proven with words that she came and went.
Don't question the story's authenticity; a story is a story, and it's my story. Even if it's true, it's only true for me. For you, the audience, there's no truth or falsehood. Just read it.
Honestly, there was only a day between publishing Part Two and Part One. Because this event actually happened, I didn't need to put much thought into it; I could just write down what was in my head. But when writing Part Three, I couldn't put pen to paper. I really wanted to write a perfect ending, but how many things in life have perfect endings? I was also afraid of messing it up, not getting recognition, and being criticized.
These past two days have been busy with work, and the auto parts exhibition is coming up next, drastically reducing my rest time. I haven't even had time to visit the community. Even so, I've spent two consecutive nights staring blankly at the computer screen, sitting until 2 AM before finally going to bed. Fragments of memories with the boss's wife flashed through my mind, but I couldn't find a thread to connect them, to weave them into a complete story to share with everyone. I wanted to wait until things calmed down before giving you a happy ending.
But once I get busy, anything is possible. I don't want to keep you waiting too long. Or maybe I'm overthinking it. Actually, no one really cares. It's okay, I'll just write.
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Because the factory was quiet, spending all my time in internet cafes was unbearable, so a few days after our hotel room incident, I went back to my hometown in Zhejiang to rest. Ten days to half a month passed in a flash. When the exhibition started getting busy again at the end of August and the beginning of September, I returned to Shanghai, continuing my uneventful life. One day, the boss's wife texted me, saying she wanted to thank me, and that her father had agreed to let her bring Lele home to stay for a while. She invited me to have lunch with her.
Since I've been single for a long time, I hardly ever make phone calls, so my phone isn't important to me, and I often leave it on the bed. I only saw the text message after I got back to my dorm after lunch. I rushed over to her place, since I was out of cigarettes anyway.
As usual, I strode across the threshold, about to shout, "Boss lady, I'd like to buy a pack of cigarettes!" but the words caught in my throat. Behind the counter, a woman lay reclining on a chair. Judging by her clothes, it was the pink, semi-sexy nightgown the boss lady often wore, my favorite. I love pink; it has a first-love feel, so cute. Plus, being a mature woman, it felt very sexy. The skirt had lace trim. Haha. Almost every man is powerless against lace trim, right? Because she was reclining, the skirt hem had reached her upper thighs, revealing pure white panties underneath. The cotton panties tightly hugged her triangle area, making her vulva look so full. Just one glance, and my penis went into its ultimate state. My friends might not believe me, thinking I'm exaggerating. But it's really true. Looking at that full vulva, and thinking about how the boss lady used to fawn over me, even an impotent man would be rock hard.
She's already had a child, yet she's still wearing white, looking so innocent. Wait till I get my hands on her! I moved slowly, my gaze drifting upwards. Wow, her waist is so slender… Hmm, her breasts are nice too, still so firm even when she's lying down, but why do they seem smaller? Was she drained by Lele? Her neck is so white… Wait, where did her necklace go? Something's not right… I quickly shifted my gaze back to her abalone. I've tasted this abalone before; it doesn't seem that plump. "I'll know if I touch it. Maybe she's wearing panties, so it looks different," my inner demons commanded. I looked at her abalone and slowly reached out. I couldn't help but swallow. A gurgling sound came from her neck. The woman on the recliner moved; I didn't move when she moved. Following Mao's teachings, I remained frozen in the position I'd just reached out. The woman on the recliner removed the newspaper from her face and sat up. "What are you buying?" she asked, her bright eyes wide. She secretly tugged at her skirt, concealing a glimpse of her bare skin. She kept glancing at my rather uniquely shaped hand. "Not the proprietress! Who is she? She
does look somewhat like the proprietress, but she looks so young, probably not even 20. She seems prettier than the proprietress, with bright, expressive eyes. If it weren't for the proprietress's mature air, she really wouldn't compare." I thought to myself, forgetting to answer her question.
Hearing the noise, the proprietress quickly came out from the back room, asking as she walked, "What's wrong?" Seeing her, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Proprietress, I'd like to buy some cigarettes." "Oh, it's you," the proprietress said without asking, directly taking a pack of 555 cigarettes from the counter and handing it to me. I've been smoking this a lot lately anyway. "Why are you holding out your hand? Why is your face so red?" the proprietress asked teasingly, noticing my awkwardness. "Nothing, nothing, who is she? I've never seen her before," I asked guiltily, taking the cigarettes from the proprietress. "This is my younger sister, Xiaoli. Didn't I tell you? My dad asked me to go back to my hometown for a while, and there's no one to take care of the shop, so I asked my sister to come and help me. Isn't she pretty? Look at your blushing face, are you thinking about something? Haha..." The proprietress chuckled as she spoke, and I blushed even more, feeling touched on a sensitive spot. I have to admit, Xiaoli really made my heart flutter. Xiaoli also blushed slightly, becoming shy. "Oh, you blush, little girl. That's rare. You're usually so carefree and unserious. This is the young man I told you about. He's a nice guy. I chat with him often; he's very polite and doesn't talk much." The proprietress continued talking to herself. I felt inexplicably nervous; this felt like a parent arranging a blind date for their child. "Hey, have you had lunch?" the proprietress asked, displeased. Seeing the landlady's displeased expression, I said, "Ah, it's fine, it's fine." "What do you mean 'fine'? I asked if you'd had lunch yet. What were you thinking?" The landlady was even more displeased now. "Ah, nothing. I thought you were asking about my cigarettes... I've already had lunch." I was sweating bullets. My mind was still imagining my parents setting me up on a blind date, where they asked me what I thought of the other person. And now this nonsensical conversation had turned out. "Why didn't you come over for lunch? You didn't reply to my texts or answer my calls. What, are you afraid of me?" the landlady threatened fiercely. "No, I forgot my phone. I only saw it when I got back to my dorm after lunch, so I rushed over," I replied weakly. The landlady's sister, seeing my weak expression, covered her mouth and laughed, "Sis, just like you said, I'm indeed quite afraid of you. So gentle and refined. You'll definitely be henpecked when you get married. Absolutely easy to manage." "Haha..." Xiaoli laughed exaggeratedly, then stopped halfway through. "You know he's henpecked, so why are you so happy? Do you want to discipline him?" The boss's wife seized the opportunity to tease Xiaoli. Xiaoli's face was now brighter than the color of her pajamas. I glanced at Xiaoli's breasts, my face burning as I lowered my head, playing with the cigarette in my hand. "They're really firm, no wonder she's young and energetic, and the elasticity is definitely strong. Just look at how her breasts swayed while she was laughing so hard." I thought to myself, "No, I'd better get out of here quickly. Regardless of what the boss's wife is up to, just two women are enough to keep me going. I've heard that three women chatting is as noisy as three thousand ducks quacking. Two of them? I think it must be terrifying. Under their attacks, they might even dig up stories about my bedwetting days. It's better to leave." "Um, boss's wife, the factory is busy, so I'll be going now." "Um. Xiaoli. Sister. Girl. Goodbye." "I originally wanted to call Xiaoli 'sister,' but then I thought it might be too forward, trying to establish a connection so soon after meeting. So I changed it to 'beautiful lady.'" "Okay, go ahead if you're busy at the factory. Don't neglect your work. I'm going back to my hometown in a few days. You'll be a frequent customer; Xiaoli doesn't know much about this place, so please help her out." "Okay," I readily agreed, glancing at Xiaoli. She was blushing and secretly looking at me, showing no intention of saying goodbye. I turned and left.
At this point in the story, many of you might be hoping something will happen between Xiaoli and me, right? Haha... Sorry to disappoint you. Xiaoli is indeed as beautiful and lively as her name suggests. However, at the following exhibition, I had a serious conflict with my boss, the reasons for which I won't go into. In the end, I had to quit. I moved to another factory in the Sanlin area of Shanghai, thus leaving the small shop behind.
Later, in a certain month of the following year, I made a special trip to Qibao to have dinner with my female apprentice, whom I mentioned earlier. I also stopped by to see the proprietress, only to find the tobacco shop almost empty. She was packing up the last half-box of cigarettes. It turned out that she had recently returned home, and her parents had completely forgiven her, allowing her to return to her hometown to live permanently, preferably marrying someone from the same village. The proprietress agreed. Her shady boyfriend (unregistered) wanted to break up with her after she became pregnant, but they disagreed on the ownership of the tobacco shop, which delayed the separation. Finally, the shady boyfriend gave up the shop and disappeared from everyone's lives. Therefore, the proprietress planned to transfer the tobacco shop. However, she accidentally lost my phone number and couldn't contact me for a long time, and I also lost her contact information.
The proprietress said I was a good person; she could tell from the first glance. I looked refined and learned, spoke kindly, and had a good temper. Therefore, she enjoyed chatting with me, unlike the other customers who came to buy cigarettes, who were slovenly and had rough, hoarse voices. The physical contact that happened by chance didn't bother her. She actually wanted to develop a relationship with me, but she felt I was too young, she had a child on her own, and she probably felt unworthy of me. So she planned to introduce me to her younger sister. However, I hadn't bought her cigarettes for a year, and at first, Xiaoli was sullen. Later, she frequently went out with friends, met some shady young men, and started dating them. The shop owner tried desperately to persuade Xiaoli to persevere and wait for me, but Xiaoli ultimately didn't listen and followed a similar path to her sister. The shop owner sighed, saying that it was fortunate Xiaoli had found her way out of her predicament, but what Xiaoli's future held was up to her. In the end, I bought out half a carton of cigarettes from the shop owner. There were all sorts of brands; the shop owner kept three cartons—one for her landlord and two for her father. She even asked me to take a picture with Lele. "When Lele grows up, I will definitely show her this photo and tell her that this uncle held you when you were little. He helped you and your mother a lot," the proprietress said at the time.
The farewell wasn't the kiss or lovemaking I had imagined, not even a simple handshake between friends. After paying, I held my cigarette, and there was a moment of silence. "I'm leaving," I said, stepping out of the shop. Behind me, the proprietress silently looked at the photo of Lele and me on her digital camera, softly murmuring, "If I had met you first..."
—The End—
I'm sorry, everyone, the ending didn't meet your expectations; this story isn't exciting. Actually, it was originally a very ordinary story. Even if I described the bedroom details in the most lavish way, the ending would still be just as cruel.
To respect the facts and be responsible to you, I chose to be truthful.
Please wait patiently for the story with my female apprentice; I've been quite busy lately. Please look forward to it.

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