[Ended his virginity]

At their first meeting, Zhuang Hai thought Yu'er resembled the current "Jade Girl" icon, Vivian Chow, and he was captivated by her pure and innocent image.
After graduating high school, Zhuang Hai farmed at home for half a year before finally succumbing to temptations and coming to Jishou, the capital of western Hunan. From then on, he deeply understood the hardships of life. He worked as a waiter in a teahouse, where Yu'er often went during her lunch break to drink tea and sort out her chaotic thoughts. Zhuang Hai was attentive and considerate towards her, and they gradually became acquainted.
Zhuang Hai often found flimsy excuses to constantly seek her out. Initially, he only knew that Yu'er was a certified public accountant at an accounting firm; later, he learned that she was a graduate of a prestigious university and had passed the CET-6 (College English Test Band 6) in her junior year, which surprised him and only fueled his ambition.
In October, he intensified his pursuit. His colleagues laughed, saying, "You're pursuing Yu'er, who has a much higher education and better qualifications than you? Aren't you just asking for trouble?" He didn't want to waste time arguing with them. He liked her and wanted to prove them wrong with facts.
When no one was around, he asked her where she lived. She smiled shyly and said, "Why do you ask?" He said, "I was worried you were lonely, so I wanted to keep you company." She smiled.
He secretly followed her and found her home. At that time, Yu'er was living alone after her divorce. Living alone always brought some free time and a bit of boredom. His arrival surprised her. When he put down the teacup she offered, he hugged her before she could even sit down. Yu'er tried to pull away, but he held her tighter and pounced on her to kiss her. Yu'er quickly dodged, but Zhuang Hai relentlessly pursued her, finally managing to kiss her after several attempts.
He put his tongue in her mouth, and she slowly accepted it, gently biting it. Zhuang Hai suddenly felt a surge of passion, his blood rushing through his veins. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, but then became flustered and unsure of what to do. She blushed shyly and, like a mentor, reached out from below and took his hand, guiding him to successfully lose his virginity.
The cold winter arrived, and the two of them planned their free time together. Zhuang Hai worked two shifts, so he had relatively more free time, while Yu'er had a regular nine-to-five job. When Zhuang Hai was at work, they would meet at a teahouse. If he wasn't working, Zhuang Hai would go to the market to buy groceries and wait for Yu'er to come home so they could cook together.
Initially, it was because Zhuang Hai didn't have much money, while Yu'er had a stable and relatively high income; to avoid putting Zhuang Hai in a difficult position, she suggested cooking at home. Later, she discovered the many advantages of staying at home and stopped wanting to eat out. This gave Yu'er, after her divorce, a sense of warmth like that of a home.
Sometimes they would have a few drinks; Zhuang Hai was quick and efficient, and a good cook. Once the dishes were on the table, each of them would place a wine glass in front of them and begin to sip their drinks. They enjoyed a little red wine, sometimes a touch of white wine. They drank slowly, letting it trickle down their throats. Before they knew it, their faces were flushed, and they stumbled onto the sofa. When they woke up, it was past midnight, and they began making love passionately again. Watching Yu'er's excited and agitated state, Zhuang Hai felt a liberating, indescribable satisfaction.
Days passed like this. When they were spotted together, many people privately asked Yu'er about the man. Yu'er refused to admit he was her boyfriend, only admitting it was "temporary" when pressed. This wasn't Yu'er's fault. Having experienced the quagmire of marriage, she was more pragmatic. Zhuang Hai hadn't gone to university, had no stable income, and didn't even have a proper ID card. How could she entrust her future to him? Perhaps her feelings for him were simply a matter of rights, convenience, and a temporary arrangement.
Since meeting Yu'er, Zhuang Hai had always been cautious in his actions; yet, despite this, disagreements were inevitable. What he found most unbearable was her aloof attitude, her seemingly superior knowledge and abilities. Zhuang Hai knew that Yu'er was attracted to his imposing stature, but she was more practical, which deeply troubled him. He often looked helplessly at the woman he loved, knowing his affections were one-sided.
He recalled an economist's maxim: "The commercial age is an age where people are poor and lack ambition."
Until one day, Zhuang Hai finally decided to leave Yu'er.
That day, as soon as Yu'er entered the house, Zhuang Hai embraced her tightly. Seeing Yu'er's shy demeanor, he was overcome with excitement. He quickly undressed and became very vigorous in bed. Yu'er quickly became a rushing river, writhing and urging him on.
Finally, he couldn't withstand her defensive yet offensive approach and ejaculated profusely. Yu'er was somewhat displeased, asking where all that passion had gone. Zhuang Hai suggested they try again, but the second time he went in, he was very weak and barely managed to get in, making Yu'er very uncomfortable.
Zhuang Hai quickly comforted her, "There's plenty of time next time, try something more intense."
Yu'er impatiently retorted, "Plenty of time? Are you sure you can do it? Do you even have the ability?"
Zhuang Hai was stunned, unsure what to say, and he snorted.
Yu'er suddenly became furious, "What are you snorting for? I don't think you have the ability either."
Zhuang Hai was instantly enraged, glaring at Yu'er, and said, "I will try my best, and one day I will definitely marry you, please believe me."
The next day, Zhuang Hai left Yu'er's house. After leaving Yu'er's house, he had a plan, one he had actually thought of long ago, but he couldn't bear to leave Yu'er. Now, he could finally go for it.
He had long been fascinated by local snacks, not only studying numerous recipes but also carefully observing how local specialties were made. During his time living alone, he experimented and slowly pondered, unknowingly becoming completely immersed in it. Several months passed, and he had mastered making delicious snails, braised dishes, spicy crayfish, fried rice noodles, braised tofu, and cold snacks. He invited friends to try them, and they were amazed at how well he cooked. This boosted his confidence in his culinary talent.
He then found a suitable location and set up a stall. Because of his warm personality and good relationships with others, his snacks weren't as elaborate as others'. His ingredients were carefully selected and meticulously prepared, resulting in excellent flavors. Combined with reasonable prices, his snacks quickly became popular. He couldn't handle the workload alone, so he hired an assistant, working tirelessly in all kinds of weather.
In the absence of Zhuang Hai, Yu'er's time suddenly became chaotic. Coming home from work and entering the empty room, loneliness felt like a soft yet omnipresent net. She tried to participate in social activities and spent entire nights online chatting with strangers, hoping to find a way to pass the long nights. She found that her feelings for Zhuang Hai had melted away.
She began to recall Zhuang Hai's many good qualities: his gentleness and meticulousness, his enthusiasm and vitality for life, and his perfectly timed flattery and humility, all of which made their time together pleasant. Several times, she couldn't resist picking up the phone and dialing that familiar number. But then she thought of reality, the stark contrast in their circumstances—they were practically incomparable, how could they possibly be together? So she ultimately put the phone down. Sometimes she thought: his bad point wasn't just that he had nothing, but that he possessed almost no potential for a turnaround.
When Zhuang Hai appeared at his street stall, she was slightly surprised. She had always thought he wouldn't amount to anything, but she hadn't expected him to have such courage. Zhuang Hai was constantly busy, cooking and serving customers, completely oblivious to Yu'er standing in the distance.
For so long, he had been like a machine, only able to sleep after 3 a.m., then getting up at 8 a.m. to buy, wash, and chop vegetables, working until noon, resting for half an hour, and then not closing up shop until 2 a.m. Seeing business pick up quickly, he felt a sense of pride. He believed in his abilities; he believed he could do very well.
Being busy didn't make Zhuang Hai forget Yu'er; sometimes he couldn't help but call her. He often went to her apartment building, gazing at the lit lights, thinking of her. Sometimes her shadow would flash across the street, but by the time he wanted to chase after her, she was long gone. Perhaps Yu'er was just a beautiful illusion, like a mirage.
Six months later, he suddenly stopped running his stall. He took over a small farmhouse restaurant in the suburbs, which astonished his competitors. After taking over the restaurant, he shifted his focus away from popular hot pot and instead specialized in farmhouse-style rice and large bowls of meat, using only organic ingredients for his side dishes to minimize pollution from pesticides, catalysts, and herbicides. Initially, business was slow, with few customers. So he printed flyers and distributed them on the street to promote his shop. After a while, when business picked up, he rented a car to transport customers. Gradually, the shop began to thrive, expanding from one shop to four, and eventually he even leased a nearby vegetable garden.
To further develop his specialty restaurant, he spent some money on a television interview, focusing on the farmhouse restaurant in detail. Local tabloid reporters also made an appearance, giving it a significant feature and praising his farmhouse restaurant extensively. This quickly attracted attention, and business boomed.
His small shop was awarded the titles of "Xiangxi Autonomous Prefecture Ethnic Characteristic Restaurant" and "Government-Designated Reception Restaurant" by the government. News of this spread quickly, and soon a newspaper even published a special section praising his restaurant extensively—unlike before, this time it was free.
Zhuang Hai quickly made a small fortune.
That day, Yu'er felt somewhat depressed. She didn't want to go to bed, so she sat on the sofa, lifted a corner of the curtain, and leaned against the windowsill to watch the night view. At this time, the city night, after the hustle and bustle, was cold and serene, with streetlights flickering. Moonlight shone on the bare branches of trees, making them appear as if covered in frost. The wind blew, and scraps of paper and plastic bags swirled on the street. She watched like this until the lights in her window went out one by one, drifting in and out of sleep in a daze.
She thought of Zhuang Hai again. When he left, she hadn't said a word; anything she said then felt hypocritical and superfluous. She regretted hurting him; for so long, he had been the one who brought her joy. The monotony of work only became vibrant with his presence. His shoulder made her feel safe, someone she could lean on; his embrace was full of warmth. She curled up inside him like a kitten. But when Zhuang Hai really left, she felt heavy, realized his weight.
The next day, her head felt very heavy. She struggled to get up, but her head was throbbing terribly. She quickly called her workplace, asked for sick leave, and then drifted back to sleep. She thought it was just a common cold that would clear up in a few days, but this condition lasted for several days. Her family wasn't around, and she didn't have many friends.
Suddenly, her life was in disarray, and she lost her composure. Hunger struck, clear and sharp. She frantically searched the refrigerator for anything edible. Before, every shelf and drawer was filled with abundant food prepared by Zhuang Hai. He would always cook a variety of dishes when he came home from work or when she was hungry, each one making her mouth water. But now the refrigerator was empty. She swallowed hard until her saliva dried up and the pain gradually subsided, and then she fell asleep again.
And so she slept and woke, woke and slept, until she completely lost track of time. She didn't know how much time had passed when she tried to move her mouth, but found she couldn't make a sound. Now she was like a fish out of water, perhaps she was going to die; she didn't know how much longer she could hold on.
When
she woke up again, she vaguely saw a smiling face before her. The face gradually became clearer; it was Zhuang Hai. This startled her. She asked him what he was doing there. Zhuang Hai looked at her and laughed, saying, "I came when you called." She vaguely remembered that she had unintentionally dialed a phone number. Thinking of her past, she felt a pang of guilt.
In September, under Zhuang Hai's care, Yu'er quickly recovered her health. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhuang Hai said he wanted to give her a gift. Yu'er asked what it was. Zhuang Hai took out a small velvet box. Opening it, inside was a ring, a thin silver band with a sapphire blue stone set in the center. Yu'er liked it very much at first sight, took it out, and put it on her finger, looking at it from left to right. She asked him which finger to wear it on?
"Wear it on your left hand."
"Which finger?"
Yu'er opened her mouth, then suddenly realized, her earlobes slightly warming.
Their wedding was held on Valentine's Day the following year. That day, he wore a white Montblanc suit with an orange-red tie, looking incredibly handsome. He put his arm around Yu'er and said, "Some people spend their whole lives in business and never make money, some even jump off buildings because they lost money, while others might become millionaires in a very short time. His success is nothing; the important thing is that I married a white-collar worker."

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