Aphrodite by the River (1-5)

1.
The first time I saw An Xiaomei, I was captivated by her.
I was 41 years old that year, a failure, drifting through Guangzhou, making a living as a ride-hailing driver.
A few years prior, a fatal accident occurred during a construction project I was contracting. Not only did my company go bankrupt, but I also served two years in prison, and my wife divorced me. After my release, I came to Guangzhou to stay with a friend, working for a construction company where he was a supervisor. Once, during an argument, I assaulted someone from the client's company, and feeling ashamed to stay any longer, I decided to become a ride-hailing driver.
Although I was destitute, I was also quite carefree. I could take rides when I wanted, and not take them when I didn't. In my spare time, I wrote novels that I liked and serialized them online, earning little money, but at least supplementing my income.
I had a live-in girlfriend, whom I'd been with for two years. She was 18 years younger than me. She was from Hunan, worked as a clerk in a company, wasn't particularly beautiful, but was charming and cute, not very tall, just over 1.6 meters, slightly plump, with very fair skin.
I met her in my car. She had forgotten an important document in the car, and I brought it to her. We got to know each other and started dating.
But I never thought about marrying her because I always believed she should find someone her age who was better than me in every way. I had nothing, I'd been to jail, I was divorced, I couldn't give her anything, so why should I hold her back?
So I often told her that once she found someone suitable, we would break up and go our separate ways, it would be better for both of us.
Whenever I said that, she would ask if I was tired of her. I said of course not, I'm a middle-aged loser with nothing, I don't even feel good enough for you, how could I be tired of you? It's mainly because I'm afraid of holding you back.
Once she said to me, "Chen Yu, don't underestimate yourself like that, okay? In my eyes, you are the most outstanding man." I smiled bitterly, I am a complete failure, only you can appreciate me, I'm probably just trash in everyone else's eyes.
She was immediately displeased, saying that by belittling herself, she was actually belittling me, making it seem like I, Liu Xiaowen, had no taste.
I could only comfort her, saying that she wasn't lacking in taste, that she was either a fairy descended from heaven, favoring me, the Cowherd, or a fox spirit from a ghost story, pitying me, a poor scholar.
She said, "Whether I'm a fairy or a fox spirit, I will never leave you unless the day comes when Heaven makes me leave you, unless you don't want me anymore."
Liu Xiaowen was very good to me, always buying me things, very gentle and considerate. I enjoyed my time with her, but the longer it went on, the more I worried about how we would separate.
This situation reached a turning point at the end of April that year.
On the recommendation of my friend, I applied for a job as the boss's driver at a company. My friend still felt guilty that he hadn't taken good care of me when I traveled all the way to Guangzhou to seek refuge with him.
Originally, I wasn't interested. Being a ride-hailing driver is so much more comfortable; why bother with a 9-to-5 job at my age? But considering the decent monthly salary, and with my friend's strong encouragement, I decided to give it a try. Who knew I'd be hired so quickly?
I figured I'd give it a shot, and if things didn't work out, I could always quit and go back to driving for a ride-hailing company.
On my first day, I wore the only decent outfit I had and went to report to the company. It was a branch of a Shanghai-based group company in Guangzhou. I wondered what kind of person my boss would be, and whether he'd be easy to get along with. I hadn't met him in person during the interview.
After some initial conversation, a receptionist led me inside. It was quite large, and there were many people, all seemingly very busy—no wonder it was a big group company.
As we approached the door of an office that looked luxurious from the outside, a sign above the door read "General Manager's Office." A woman's harsh voice came from inside, causing the receptionist to stop, and I followed suit.
"What are you all doing? You've been working on this order for so long, and this is the mess you've made? Are you just taking a paycheck? Do you even want to work here? If not, get out!"
The woman was clearly angry. Then a young girl's voice came through, "Y-yes, I'm sorry, Ms. An, it's our fault. We'll change. Please give us another chance."
"You have one month. You must see results, or you're fired immediately," the woman snapped again.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but ask the receptionist beside me, "Excuse me, but if I had to ask, is our boss... a woman?" The
receptionist rolled her eyes dismissively. "What else?"
I thought to myself, groaning inwardly. I had assumed that a senior executive in such a large company would be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, but it turned out to be a woman, and her voice sounded quite young. I've never dealt with a female boss before, especially one younger than me. I wonder how I'll ever be her subordinate. For a moment, I regretted coming.
Just then, the office door opened, and a young man and woman walked out, both looking miserable, the woman with tears in her eyes.
The receptionist grabbed the girl, asking with sympathy, "Are you alright?"
"Look at me, how can I be alright?" the girl said, her face full of grievance. "You should be careful too, she's furious."
After the two left, the receptionist knocked on the office door. A voice inside said, "Come in," and she cautiously opened the door, saying, "Mr. An, your driver is here."
It was clear the receptionist was also afraid of this female boss. The female boss said, "Let him in."
"Go in!" The receptionist nodded to me, and we went into the office together.
It was indeed large and luxurious. A beautiful woman stood with her back to us in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, tall and graceful, with long, wavy chestnut-colored hair.
She turned around, revealing a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, her gaze cold as she looked at me. My first impression was, wow, she was stunning! Breathtakingly beautiful, and incredibly aloof.
She wore a designer business suit, a tight-fitting shirt and flared trousers, very form-fitting, making her already tall and slender figure appear even more elongated.
"Ms. An, this is the new driver..." the receptionist introduced, gesturing to me.
I quickly gave a slight bow. "Hello, Ms. An, my name is Chen Yu, Chen as in 'ear east,' Yu as in 'honor.'"
An Xiaomei stared at me expressionlessly, and as soon as I finished speaking, she immediately said, "You can go out now, we'll call you if we need anything."
Leaving An Xiaomei's office, I asked the receptionist where my desk was.
"Your desk?" The receptionist looked at me with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "You, a driver, deserve a desk?"
I chuckled. "I mean, where do I usually sit?"
"That's not my problem, you figure it out yourself," she said with a hint of disdain, walking away in her high heels. After a short distance, she turned back and said, "Find a seat on the side, don't sit where others sit. Everyone here is busy."
"Okay! You're busy," I said to her swaying back.
Quite a few people in the large office area were secretly glancing at me. Their gazes weren't exactly unfriendly, but they were certainly full of disdain. Well, in the workplace, most men my age have reached high-level positions, or at least are junior managers. Who's still a low-level nobody at their age?
I looked around, but couldn't find a suitable place to sit, so I strolled to the break room. Okay, this will do.
I sat down and noticed an ashtray, thinking I could smoke here, so I took out a cigarette and lit it. I'd only taken two puffs when a young woman came to the water dispenser to get some water. She glanced at me, then looked down at her glass and said, "Excuse me, sir, smoking isn't allowed here."
I was a little annoyed. There was an ashtray, and cigarette butts in it—why couldn't I smoke? I asked, "Then…where can I smoke?" "Nowhere.
Smoking is prohibited in our company," the woman said, holding her glass after getting her water. "If you really can't resist, go out and turn left into the stairwell."
Standing in the stairwell, I smoked and pondered. People here seemed rather cold towards newcomers.
No wonder. The workplace is like a battlefield; everyone started as a newbie, a rookie, and suffered discrimination and unfair treatment. Now that they've finally established themselves and become veterans, they naturally put on a superior air in front of newcomers to vent their past grievances, even though the newcomers they're facing have absolutely nothing to do with their past experiences.
That's human nature; people fawn over superiors and bully inferiors. Often, the weaker the person, the more they like to vent their anger on those even weaker than themselves.
I felt a pang of sadness for myself; at forty, I still had to start from scratch in the workplace. If I had to blame someone, it would be myself for being so weak and failing to manage my life well.
After graduating high school, I spent a few years in the workforce, then worked in engineering. In my thirties, I founded my own company, and I was once wealthy and successful. But then that incident happened, and I've fallen to this state.
I often think, if I hadn't gone into the workforce and had instead found a job, I'd probably be a leader by now, at least a manager. Even if I weren't an official, I'd have a decent, stable income. Even if that incident hadn't happened, the company wouldn't have gone bankrupt, and I wouldn't be in jail. Maybe I'd be scolding my employees now? In any case, I'd be infinitely better off than I am now.
The past is too painful to recall, and there's no going back. Just as I was lost in thought, a voice called out, "Hey, are you the new driver? What are you hiding there for? President An is calling you!"

2.
"Where have you been? I've been calling you for ages and haven't seen you." An Xiaomei said impatiently as soon as she saw me.
I quickly explained, "I'm sorry, President An, I was smoking in the stairwell."
"From now on, no matter what, you must stay near me and be available whenever I call, understand?"
"Yes, President An, I understand."
An Xiaomei gave me another impatient look and coldly ordered, "Come out with me."
"Yes, President An." I replied humbly and followed her out.
Along the way, including in the elevator, An Xiaomei didn't say a word, her face cold the whole time. The scent of her perfume mixed with her body odor created a captivating aroma that filled my nostrils, making me intoxicated.
I secretly estimated her height; she was wearing seven or eight centimeters high heels and was about the same height as me, who is 1.75 meters tall, so I guessed her actual height was 1.67 meters.
I secretly pondered to myself, this woman is truly beautiful, and her figure is impeccable, but she's too aloof, seeming unapproachable and unapproachable. I wonder if she's married? She's not young anymore; even if she's not married, she must have a boyfriend, right? Her husband must be a mixed bag, half heaven, half hell. He's incredibly lucky to have such a stunning beauty, but her temper is so awful. What man could endure living with her?
Lost in thought, I followed An Xiaomei to a new Audi A8L. She took the car keys out of her Chanel bag and handed them to me. I pressed the unlock button and opened the driver's side door, about to get in, when I found the cold beauty standing by the rear right door, watching me coldly.
"What's wrong, Ms. An?" I asked anxiously.
An Xiaomei rolled her eyes and didn't say anything. I immediately understood and quickly ran to her side, opening the rear right door. "Please get in."
An Xiaomei then bent down and sat in the car. As I walked towards the front left door, I thought to myself, "What kind of woman is she? Just a branch office general manager? Does she really think she's some kind of high-ranking official?"
The black Audi A8L cruised through the bustling streets of Guangzhou. From the moment An Xiaomei got in, her phone was constantly ringing; she was either receiving reports from subordinates, giving instructions, or communicating with clients.
I secretly glanced at her in the rearview mirror, once again captivated by her stunning beauty. Especially now, she appeared exceptionally capable, exuding the aura of a powerful woman, making her even more admirable.
She noticed me spying on her in the rearview mirror, glared at me, and continued talking on the phone while looking out the window. Feeling rather embarrassed, I quickly looked away.
After a while, An Xiaomei put down her phone and said to me, "I think it's necessary to remind you, concentrate on driving when you're driving, and don't stare at your female boss."
"Yes, Ms. An..." I said, a mischievous thought creeping onto my mind. Actually, I wasn't afraid of her, but I was intimidated by her aura. If I angered her, I'd quit. It's not like I had to do this humiliating job.
"I'll never stare at you while I'm driving again," I continued, glancing at An Xiaomei in the rearview mirror.
Her face flushed slightly. "Not even at other times."
"Yes," I replied, secretly amused. You can be shy sometimes, after all. She's a woman, after all!
Just then, her phone rang again, and she answered it. I was quite surprised; she spoke fluent Chongqing dialect. Before, she either spoke Mandarin or Cantonese, both quite standard, with no hint of a Chongqing accent.
After An Xiaomei ended the call, I asked, "Ms. An, if I may ask, are you from Chongqing?"
"Yes," she replied expressionlessly.
"Me too, me too, we're from the same hometown!" I immediately said in Chongqing dialect, turning my head slightly.
"I could tell earlier, your Chongqing-accented Mandarin is really strong," she said in Chongqing dialect as well, still expressionless.
"Hey, Ms. An, which district are you from? I'm from Nan'an District."
"Shapingba," An Xiaomei said, leaning her head back on the chair and closing her eyes.
I said "Oh," and stopped talking, thinking to myself, well, I can't even get close to her now.
We drove into the underground parking garage of a building and parked. I quickly got out and opened the car door for An Xiaomei. As she bent down to climb out of the car, a glimpse of her breasts was revealed through the gap in her blouse—round, white, and with a rather deep cleavage, quite alluring.
Judging by appearance, although not large, they were probably perky enough, definitely top-notch. On my first day at work, I'd already caught a glimpse of my top-notch female boss's breasts; I couldn't help but secretly marvel at my good fortune.
An Xiaomei was completely unaware of this and walked straight towards the elevator. I quickly asked, "Ms. An, should I wait for you here?"
She paused briefly, looked at me coldly, and said, "What do you think?"
"Okay, I understand," I nodded, watching her tall, graceful, and dashing figure enter the elevator.
Once in the car, I took out my phone and sent a voice message to my girlfriend, "Little Fatty, have you arrived in Guangzhou?"
She had gone on a business trip the day before yesterday and was returning to Guangzhou this afternoon. She quickly replied, "Arrived, arrived, exiting the station."
Soon after, she sent another text message, "Honey, don't call me 'Little Fatty' in voice messages, others might hear it."
For years, she'd called me "honey," even though we had no plans to marry. But I figured, since we slept in the same bed every day, it wasn't unreasonable for her to call me "honey," so I let her.
Before my eyes floated that round face, not particularly beautiful but charming and adorable, and my heart warmed.
I lost both my parents when I was young and lived with an adoptive family for a few years. At eighteen, I left that family to make my way in the world and never went back. For the past twenty-odd years, apart from the years of my marriage, I can say I have no relatives.
In Guangzhou, Liu Xiaowen has been my only comfort, the only harbor where I can finally find peace. But to say I love her deeply is an understatement.
Liu Xiaowen asked me what I was doing. I said I was waiting for my boss in the car.
"Honey, how was your first day at work?" she asked.
"Ugh, don't even mention it, I ran into a female devil."
"Your boss is a woman? Is she pretty? How old is she?"
"She's alright! Twenty-eight or twenty-nine, not quite thirty, an old woman."
Although I estimated An Xiaomei was about ten years younger than me, I still called her an "old woman" in front of my girlfriend to avoid her having any unfounded thoughts about me spending so much time with a pretty female boss.
"Hehe, honey, are you tired? I'll hurry back and cook for you."
"Don't bother, you must be tired from your business trip. Let's go out to eat tonight."
"Eating out is too expensive. It's not as comfortable as eating at home. I'm not tired, I'll cook as soon as I get back."
My income has been unstable and limited over the years, and her salary isn't high either. The cost of living in Guangzhou, a big city, is quite high. Every month, after deducting rent, utilities, living expenses, and buying clothes and shoes, there's hardly anything left. So we usually save as much as possible.
Especially Liu Xiaowen, she's very thrifty. Sometimes I even think that if it weren't for the fact that she's only twenty-three, eighteen years younger than me, I should just marry her. Such a good girl, except for not being pretty enough, is hard to find even with a lantern.
"Okay, bye-bye, honey, see you at home," she said happily in a WeChat voice message.
It wasn't until almost five o'clock that An Xiaomei finally came to the car. I immediately got out of the car, opened the right rear door for her, helped her get in, and then sat back in the driver's seat.
Just as I was about to drive off, An Xiaomei said, "Open your WeChat QR code and add me as a friend."
She handed me her phone from behind. I was secretly pleased; her initiative to add me on WeChat meant she had a good impression of me.
"Okay, Ms. An," I said eagerly, swiping the QR code and holding it under An Xiaomei's phone.
After a "beep," An Xiaomei, fiddling with her phone, said, "Aphrodite by the river, how come a grown man like you chose such a beautiful name? What does it mean?"
I replied, "Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty in Greek mythology; I just made it up."
At that moment, the image of the girl from my hometown twenty-three years ago flashed into my mind, and my heart ached.
"You know quite a lot, and you're quite romantic," An Xiaomei said.
I felt secretly pleased and convinced that although she seemed cold and aloof, she actually had a good impression of me; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to add me as a friend.
Indeed, a man at forty is in his prime, and my parents gave me a fairly good-looking appearance. Standing at 1.75 meters tall, thanks to his consistent fitness regimen, he lacked the typical greasiness of a middle-aged man. His neck-length hair and light mustache added an artistic touch, making him a handsome middle-aged man by all accounts. Just
as I was lost in thought, I heard An Xiaomei's voice, "I've sent you my address. Take me home now."
"Oh, okay, Ms. An." I couldn't help but feel disappointed. So that's why she added me as a friend?
Looking at her WeChat name again—An Xiaomei, Guangzhou Branch of Shanghai Chaoyue Group Co., Ltd.—it was bland and devoid of any poetic or life-affirming quality. I thought to myself, this woman is just a workaholic; she probably never knows how to enjoy life.
I subconsciously checked her Moments, but found nothing. She'd probably blocked me, which made me even more disappointed.
"Every time you add a girl as a friend, do you eagerly check her Moments, hoping to find something out? Even with your female boss, it's no exception?" An Xiaomei's cold voice rang in my ears again. "Drive!"
As I drove out of the parking space, I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, she's almost thirty and still has the nerve to call herself a girl? Has she no shame?"

3.
After arriving at An Xiaomei's upscale residential area, she got out of the car and said to me, "Starting tomorrow, you'll pick me up here at 8:00 AM sharp every morning. If I need to work overtime on weekends, the time will be notified separately. Absolutely no lateness allowed. Of course, if you'd like to come earlier and wait for me downstairs a little longer, I have no objection."
I cursed inwardly and said, "Okay, Ms. An… Should I drive this car back to the company?"
"No need…" An Xiaomei thought for a moment and asked, "Is parking convenient where you live?"
Before I could answer, she added, "If you live in an older, less convenient neighborhood, park in a nearby parking lot. The company will reimburse your parking fees."
"Okay, Ms. An."
"Also…" she said coldly, "This is a company car. It's not allowed to use it for personal purposes, especially not as a ride-hailing vehicle. If any of these behaviors are discovered, the consequences will range from minor penalties to dismissal."
She must have already known I was a ride-hailing driver, which is why she said these things. Damn it, I cursed inwardly again. Who does she think she is?
“Remember, this car has a GPS tracking system. My company and I can know its whereabouts perfectly.”
An Xiaomei finished speaking and turned to walk towards the building entrance.
“Go to hell! You bitch.” I cursed inwardly at her retreating figure, but said aloud, “Take care, Ms. An.”
As soon as I entered the house, I heard my girlfriend, Liu Xiaowen, say, “Honey, you’re back?”
She was standing in front of the stove cooking. We rented a studio apartment. Housing prices in Guangzhou are very high; we were lucky to find a place like this instead of having to share with others.
At this moment, Liu Xiaowen was only wearing a tank top and panties. Her breasts were round and full, her cleavage deep, and her ample buttocks were also quite exposed.
I hugged her from behind and laughed, “Dressed so sexy, are you trying to seduce me?”
As I spoke, I kissed her neck. She giggled sweetly, "What? I just took a shower and don't want to wear it anymore. Besides, it's so hot, why wear so much? There's no one else at home."
It was late spring, and the weather in Guangzhou was already very humid and hot. To save on electricity, we usually didn't turn on the air conditioner, only at night when we slept.
I suddenly lifted Liu Xiaowen's vest, cupped her round breasts in my hands, and thought to myself, "It's true that when you're fat, your breasts don't shrink." Even so, I couldn't hold them all in one hand. If it were An Xiaomei, she's so thin, and her breasts aren't big enough, I could definitely grasp them all in one hand.
I had a jolt of realization, thinking, "Why am I thinking about that she-devil at a time like this?
" "What are you doing? I'm cooking. Aren't you going to eat?" Liu Xiaowen said coquettishly in my arms.
"I want to eat you more than food right now," I said with a wicked smile, picking her up and carrying her to the bedside.
Although she was a bit chubby, she was still petite, weighing only a little over 100 pounds, so it was relatively easy to hold her in my arms. Besides, the stove was only two or three meters away from the bed, just a turn away.
"You're so heavy, I'm exhausted." I put Liu Xiaowen on the bed.
She slapped me and said coquettishly, "Where am I heavy?"
Before she finished speaking, I kissed her lips, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately. After
kissing for a while, I leaned down and took turns sucking on her nipples, then continued downwards, pulling off her panties and stroking her labia.
"Husband, I can't take it anymore..." Liu Xiaowen murmured, already lost in passion.
I didn't enter her immediately, but let her suck my penis. She said shyly, "You're so annoying, you always make me kiss you there..."
Although she said that, she still leaned down and took my penis into her mouth. Finally, she raised her head and panted, "Is that enough?"
I rolled over and pressed her plump body beneath me, my large, hard penis thrusting straight in.
Liu Xiaowen quickly reached her climax, and I had her lie face down on the bed before penetrating her deeply from behind… Near the end, I asked her if I could ejaculate inside. Her face was pressed against the bed, and she moaned, “No, it’s not my safe period!”
So I ejaculated on her buttocks and lay on the bed, panting. Liu Xiaowen lay on the bed and said sweetly, “Help me wipe it off!”
I tore off two tissues and wiped her snow-white, round buttocks, then lit a cigarette and took a satisfying drag. She tore off another tissue and wiped herself, saying as she did so, “You ejaculated so much on my buttocks, and you didn’t even wipe it clean.”
I couldn’t help but think of the past. Over the years, this girl beside me hadn’t enjoyed any happiness with me; on the contrary, she had suffered a lot. We even had the experience of being evicted by the landlord because we couldn’t pay the rent. But she never complained and remained devoted to me.
Thinking back to those days when we drove around the streets together, only to end up sleeping in the car, I felt a pang of guilt. I hugged her and said, "Xiaowen, you've suffered so much with me all these years."
Liu Xiaowen nestled in my arms, her hand on my chest, her eyes closed, and whispered, "Honey, I don't feel any hardship at all. As long as I'm with you, nothing is too much."
Hearing her words, I felt I could never repay her deep affection for me.
I asked Liu Xiaowen if her business trip went smoothly. She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Honey, I'm sorry! I lied to you. Actually, I didn't go on a business trip; I went back to my hometown."
I was shocked and asked, "Goed back to your hometown? What for? Did something happen at home?"
"No! It's...it's..." Liu Xiaowen stammered, "My parents forced me to go back for blind dates, and I couldn't refuse them, so I had to go back to appease them."
Over the years, her parents had been pressuring her to go back to her hometown to get married. When she first came to Guangzhou to work, her family disagreed and hoped that she could get married as soon as possible. In fact, she ran away from home on her own.
"Honey, don't be angry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have lied to you." Liu Xiaowen leaned against me, her ample breasts pressing against my chest. "But I really just went back to appease him. I didn't really want to go on a blind date with that man."
I gently stroked her face and smiled slightly. "It's okay, I believe you. What's that man like?"
"Not good at all. In my eyes, no other man is as good as you."
"Tell me!"
She got off me and snuggled against me, saying, "He's a few years older than me, decent-looking, works at a bank in our hometown, and his family is quite well-off."
"Then won't you... consider it?"
Liu Xiaowen was a little annoyed and punched my chest. "Chen Yu, what are you saying? My feelings for you have never changed. You're actually telling me to consider other men."
I tightened my grip on her arm and laughed, "Just kidding!"
She nestled in my arms, closed her eyes, and said, "Honey, I won't leave you unless you don't want me anymore."
My heart was filled with mixed emotions, and I couldn't help but worry about our future.
That night, I drank at my friend Lao Gui's bar, which was near my house. Before I was with Liu Xiaowen, I often went there to pick up girls, and had one-night stands with quite a few young female office workers and lonely married women.
Once, two thugs were causing trouble there, and I took them both down, beating them to a pulp. That's how Lao Gui and I became close friends.
Lao Gui asked me how the bar was. I poured out my troubles to him. He laughed and said, "Well, at least you're surrounded by beautiful women every day, so you're lucky."
"Lucky girl my foot! She's a total cold beauty, no, she's practically an ice queen." I said with a wry smile, "What's the point of being beautiful? It's much more comfortable looking at my Xiaowen's round face."
Old Gui chuckled, "I thought your friend found you some good job? Turns out it's just being a rickshaw driver!"
I took a sip of my drink and laughed, "That's not bad at all. You know, at my age, with no education and no special skills, how am I supposed to compete with those young people? These days, many people born in the 80s and 90s are still single! I'm a late 70s kid, I have a..." "It's lucky that someone's willing to take me. A driver it is! It's fine."
Old Gui looked at me, shook his head, and sighed, "You're a talented person, how did you end up like this? Being bossed around like this..."
I shook my hand and laughed, "Talent my ass, it can't put food on the table, what good is it?"
Old Gui knew that although I wasn't highly educated, I was a very good writer. I had published many novels in literary magazines before, and more than ten years ago, I even published a novel based on my own experiences, which was very well received and became a bestseller.
But more than ten years have passed, and I haven't had any decent works since. Although I've been writing, it's all just to make a living by serializing fantasy and light novels online, and I'm not as good as those young writers. After all, there's a generation gap, and I don't understand the tastes of young people as well as young people do.
Just then, Old Gui nodded at me, looking at the bar entrance, "Your little lover is here to see you."
I turned around and saw Liu Xiaowen walking in, wearing casual clothes and slippers, with a jacket over her shoulders because it was cool at night.
I laughed, "You're making it sound like she's my daughter."
Old Gui laughed, "Isn't she your daughter? She's old enough to be someone's father."
He then smiled at Liu Xiaowen, who was approaching, "Oh, Xiaowen's here. Haven't been to Brother Gui's place in a while? We live so close, why didn't you come to see your Brother Gui?"
Because of me, Old Gui and Liu Xiaowen were quite familiar. Xiaowen smiled sweetly, "Hello, Brother Gui!"
She sat down next to me, "I knew you'd be here."
"What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? To drag you back to sleep! What time is it? Are you going to work tomorrow? You have to pick up your ice queen first thing in the morning."

4.
"Hey!" I slapped my forehead, "I almost forgot, I'm part of an organization now, not just a ride-hailing driver who can start work whenever I want."
I asked Liu Xiaowen, "Why didn't you just give me a call? Why did you have to come all this way?"
"I..." Liu Xiaowen was a little embarrassed.
Old Ghost laughed, "You don't know this, do you? Xiao Wen came here specifically to see if you've picked up any girls."
He then smiled at Liu Xiao Wen, "Xiao Wen, don't worry, with me here, this kid won't be able to pull any tricks."
Liu Xiaowen slapped the table, coquettishly retorting, "No way! Brother Gui!"
Her charmingly naive manner was evident, a mix of reproach and playfulness. I couldn't help but sigh; youth is truly wonderful. After all, she was a young girl, and even an ordinary girl could exude a charming and adorable side, captivating hearts.
She grabbed my arm with both hands, saying sweetly, "Let's go! Honey, let's go back to sleep!"
Old Gui chuckled again, "Yes, yes, hurry back and hand in your homework. A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
"Brother Gui, what nonsense are you talking about?" Liu Xiaowen couldn't help but blush.
In the days that followed, I served An Xiaomei tirelessly, driving her to and from work, taking her here and there for business meetings.
Every time I drove, I would bring a book or two, reading to pass the time while waiting for An Xiaomei in the car. My
greatest hobby since childhood has been reading; I read everything, truly a voracious reader. As I read, I would even start writing myself, and I've actually produced some works. Over the past twenty years, I've traveled all over the country, reading wherever I went.
Besides reading and writing, I often think of someone—a girl who was my childhood sweetheart. I left my hometown when I was eighteen and haven't seen her since. I guess I'll probably never see her again. During
that time, I carried two books with me: the late writer Lu Yao's *Ordinary World* and the late poet Hai Zi's *Collected Poems of Hai Zi*, reading them alternately. Although I had read both books before, rereading them and learning new things was quite enjoyable.
An Xiaomei noticed this habit of mine and said I was a bit strange. Who still reads books these days? Everyone's on their phones; you can find anything online.
I chuckled and said, "I'm not interested in all that nonsense online. I only browse things related to football matches because I'm a football fan."
She scoffed dismissively, "Stop showing off, acting like you're so sophisticated or high-class."
"No, Ms. An, what I meant was..."
I was about to explain when she interrupted me, "Drive carefully!"
One morning, just as I was about to leave, Liu Xiaowen called out to me, "Honey, honey, can you give me a ride?"
"Why?" I asked.
She was holding a folder and said, "This is the information I compiled last night. Our boss, Mr. Zhang, needs it for the meeting this morning. I have to get it to him before the meeting so he can digest it first, otherwise it'll be too late."
I had slept soundly all night, and this girl was still sitting at the foot of the bed, typing away on her laptop. So she was fiddling with this thing!
I glanced at her prominent breasts and cleavage and said, "Are you going to work today? Or are you going to sell your breasts?"
Liu Xiaowen giggled, "Oh dear!" "Honey, what's wrong with showing so little skin? It's normal! Can't you just give me a ride?"
"I have to pick up Ice Beauty, how can I take you?"
"Didn't you say Ice Beauty's place is on the same route as our company and your company? After you pick her up, just drop me off at our company building, then go to your company. It's not a detour at all, she won't say anything, right?"
Seeing my hesitation, she took my arm and led me outside. "Oh! Let's go! If we don't go now, we'll be late, and you might ruin my job."
I thought that made sense. I'd rather be scolded or even fired by Ice Beauty than ruin Liu Xiaowen's job. Anyway, I'll
keep this job as long as I can, it's fine if I lose it. When we got to the car, Liu Xiaowen was about to sit in the back seat, but I quickly stopped her. "Sit in the front, that's Ice Beauty's seat."
She said "Oh," and sat in the passenger seat. "Honey, shouldn't this seat be for the boss?" "
I said as I drove, 'You don't understand. If they're friends or family, then the person sitting in this seat should be the closest to them, to show the intimacy between driver and passenger. Like you and me right now…'
'But if it's between a driver and a boss, then the boss should sit in the back to show the hierarchy, and the passenger seat would at most be for the boss's assistant or attendant.'
'Oh, I see…' Liu Xiaowen seemed to have a sudden realization, looking at me with almost worshipful eyes, 'Honey, you really are…'
She paused here, and I couldn't help but feel smug, only to hear her laugh and say, '...a driver.'
I laughed and scolded, 'You brat, are you making fun of me!' " After waiting for a while downstairs at An Xiaomei's house, she
walked out with an elegant air.
Today, her hair was flowing, and she wore a semi-transparent long-sleeved blouse, revealing glimpses of her lace lingerie underneath—extremely alluring yet not at all vulgar. She wore a pink bodycon mini-skirt, showcasing her long, slender, and fair legs, which were simply breathtaking. She wore high-heeled leather sandals, revealing ten toenails painted a deep purple, both sexy and fashionable. A Hermes bag slung over her shoulder. Her entire appearance was a perfect blend of charming mature elegance and capable professional demeanor, utterly captivating, almost leaving me speechless.
"Wow! So beautiful!" Liu Xiaowen couldn't help but exclaim.
When An Xiaomei reached the car and saw Liu Xiaowen in the passenger seat, she paused for a moment.
Liu Xiaowen smiled gracefully and said, "Hello, Ms. An, my name is Liu Xiaowen, and I'm Chen Yu's girlfriend." An
Xiaomei nodded impassively and, with my welcoming gesture, got into the back seat. I leaned over and said, "Excuse me, Ms. An, my girlfriend..."
"Drive," An Xiaomei said coldly, without even glancing at me.
I had no choice but to stop talking and got in the car, driving out of the residential area. Along the way, because An Xiaomei barely spoke, Liu Xiaowen and I didn't say anything either.
Finally, we arrived at Liu Xiaowen's company building. She said to me, "Honey, just drop me off here."
Just then, her phone rang. She answered the call while getting out of the car. "Mr. Zhang... I'm downstairs at the company, I'll be right up... Okay, bye-bye, Mr. Zhang."
After getting out of the car, Liu Xiaowen leaned over to An Xiaomei in the car and said, "Goodbye, Ms. An, thank you for the ride."
An Xiaomei nodded, smiled, and didn't say anything. Liu Xiaowen waved to me again, "Bye-bye, honey." "
Back on the road, I further explained to An Xiaomei that today's situation didn't count as misuse of a company vehicle; at most, it was
just a ride-sharing. 'Regardless of whether it's on the way or not, giving a company car to unrelated people is misuse of a company vehicle,'
An Xiaomei said, sitting in the back seat with her hands in her lap, staring at the rearview mirror.
I had no choice but to stop talking, only to hear her add, 'Don't do it again.'
'Understood, Ms. An,' I replied.
After a moment of silence, An Xiaomei suddenly said, 'Your girlfriend is quite pretty and cute.'
I smiled but didn't speak. She then asked, 'She must be much younger than you, right?'
I told her the truth, 'She's twenty-three this year, eighteen years younger than me.'
'So, are you planning to get married with her, or are you just living together?'
I hesitated, not wanting to give her the impression that I was playing with a young girl, 'We...we are planning to get married...'
Unexpectedly, she snorted coldly, 'Irresponsible.'
'Ms. An, what did you say?' " "I glanced at the rearview mirror and asked."
"How old are you? You could practically be her father! And you're still thinking about marrying her? Haven't you considered the potential incompatibilities between you two? Aren't you just wasting her time?"
I didn't expect her to say that, but I have to admit, everything she said made sense.
"Actually, that's what I think too... I've told her more than once that she should find a more suitable marriage partner than me..."
An Xiaomei interrupted me, "So you don't want to marry her?"
"I... I didn't mean that. What I meant was, I have many concerns, like what you just said..."
She interrupted me again, coldly saying, "Not wanting to marry her but wanting to live with her is just being a scoundrel."
I thought to myself, hey, with my temper, I'm caught in the middle! Besides, what business is it of yours whether Liu Xiaowen and I get married?
“President An…” I stared at the windshield, “This should be my private matter, right?”
An Xiaomei said, “Yes, it is indeed your private matter, and I have no right to interfere. But it concerns your character. Our company doesn’t want to hire employees with poor character, and I don’t want a scumbag sitting in my car every day.”
“President An…” I said, turning around.
“Watch the road, concentrate on driving,” she said firmly, glaring at me.

5.
That morning, An Xiaomei didn’t go out and stayed in the office handling matters, so I had a rare moment of leisure and updated my novel on my phone.
Around noon, she called me to her office via WeChat. I knocked on the door and entered. “President An, you wanted to see me?”
An Xiaomei’s hands were busy typing on the laptop keyboard, and she said without looking up, “I want to eat Li Ji’s braised pork trotter rice. Can you order one for me…”
“Okay, President An,” I replied.
She looked up at me. "Order two portions, it's my treat."
I smiled and said, "I don't need to..."
"You don't like braised pork trotter rice?"
"Well, not really..."
An Xiaomei shifted her gaze from my face to the computer screen, and said calmly and undeniably, "That's settled then, two portions, go on out!"
After the braised pork trotter rice was delivered, I carried it to An Xiaomei's office door and knocked again. A voice inside said, "Come in."
I opened the door and said, "Ms. An, the braised pork trotter rice has arrived."
"Hmm, put it on the coffee table." She glanced at me and continued typing on her laptop.
I took An Xiaomei's portion and drink out of the paper bag and placed them on the coffee table. Just as I was about to take the bag out, she stopped me. "Where are you going?"
"Out to eat!" I replied.
"If you don't mind, eat here, eat with me."
I didn't expect her to say that, and I was momentarily at a loss.
"What? You don't want to?" An Xiaomei asked, looking at me.
"Of course not." I smiled, sat down on the sofa, opened her bowl of braised pork trotter rice, and inserted a straw into her drink.
An Xiaomei came over, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite me. I handed her the bowl of braised pork trotter rice and chopsticks, and she said "thank you," taking them and starting to eat.
"Mmm, so delicious!" An Xiaomei exclaimed, a look of delight on her face. "I love their braised pork trotter rice the most."
I smiled slightly and started eating too, feeling that after spending this time together, the distance between us had narrowed considerably. This situation made me secretly pleased and content. After
eating for a while, An Xiaomei asked, "By the way, how much is it? I'll transfer it to you."
I smiled and said, "It's not much, no need."
She put down the lunchbox, walked to her desk, picked up her phone, and sat back down, swiping on her phone as she said, "We agreed that I would treat you, how come it's become you treating me?"
"It's not about the amount of money, really no need..." I said, my gaze inadvertently falling on the depths between her beautiful legs.
Her short, form-fitting skirt was too short, and since she was sitting, the view inside was clearly visible, revealing her pinkish-white panties. The sight was so beautiful and alluring that it instantly stirred my desire.
"How much? Tell me quickly," An Xiaomei said, staring at me with her usual unwavering gaze, now tinged with a hint of coquettishness.
I gave her a price, which she transferred to me via WeChat. We ate and chatted, and my gaze was once again irresistibly drawn to what was beneath her skirt.
This time, An Xiaomei noticed my staring; her face flushed, and she quickly closed her legs. I was incredibly embarrassed and buried my head in my food.
Perhaps to ease the awkward atmosphere, she asked what year I was born. I said seven or eight.
"Ms. An, what year were you born? May I ask?" I asked boldly.
An Xiaomei smiled gently. "There's nothing wrong with saying this. I was born in '89, eleven years younger than you."
She sighed softly. "Ah! I'm already thirty this year, aging so fast."
I looked at her and smiled. "President An, you're still very young. A woman is in her prime at thirty."
She glanced at me and laughed. "Where's that saying?"
I said seriously. "Of course! A thirty-year-old woman is young, but has completely shed her naivety, is gradually maturing, yet not old at all, like a blooming flower. So, thirty is a woman's best years."
She couldn't help but giggle. "You're so good at making women happy. Do you often say things like that to women?"
"No, no..." I laughed, then looked at her again. "A good saddle for a good horse, a fine sword for a hero. Beautiful words are naturally only for beautiful women."
A blush crept onto her face, and she lowered her head and said, "Don't forget, I'm your boss. You shouldn't say things like that to me."
Although she said that, her tone no longer had its usual sternness. Looking at her slightly shy expression, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild.
"I'm telling the truth, especially for someone like you who's never been married..." I continued, having unconsciously stopped addressing her with the formal "you."
An Xiaomei interrupted me, asking with interest, "How do you know I'm not married?"
"I can tell! There's a big difference between a woman who's been married and one who hasn't. Especially since you're so busy every day, throwing yourself into your career, a married woman couldn't do that."
She laughed, "You're quite perceptive, you understand women very well! Have you been with many women?"
"Not really!" I laughed, burying my head in my food.
She continued, "Go on! What about a thirty-year-old woman like me who's never been married?"
I finished chewing, swallowed, and smiled, "Somewhere between a young girl and a young woman, how do I describe that feeling?"
I raised my hands and gently shook my wrists, gesturing as I spoke, "Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon..."
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at me.
"It means that she is as graceful as a startled wild goose and as elegant as a swimming dragon, which comes from Cao Zhi's 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'."
Her face flushed again, and she smiled shyly, looking down. "I'm not as good as you say," she said.
I looked at her and said, "I don't know if other unmarried women in their thirties exist. But you do."
Hearing my words, her shyness intensified. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she parted her beautiful legs, and the alluring glimpse of her underwear once again entered my view. The atmosphere in the office became somewhat ambiguous.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. An Xiaomei snapped out of her reverie and called out, "Come in."
The door opened, and a young woman walked in, carrying two thick files. She was startled when she saw us and said in a daze, "Ms. An, I'm sorry to bother you."
I recognized this woman; she was the one who warned me not to smoke in the break room on my first day. Actually, I later discovered that quite a few male employees had smoked there; she was just taking advantage of me being a newcomer.
I noticed An Xiaomei quickly closed her legs, concealing her exposed skin, and asked, "Is there something you need?"
"Oh, the tender documents from XX Company are ready. Please take a look."
"Okay, put them on the table. I'll
look at them in a bit." The woman walked over and placed the tender documents on the desk, then walked out of the office, glancing at me furtively as she went, before closing the door behind her.
"Have you finished eating? If you're done, go out. I need to work," An Xiaomei said to me, reverting to her icy demeanor.
"Okay." I got up, picked up my lunchbox and drink, and prepared to leave the office.
"Take mine out too." She stood up and walked towards the desk. "I have a dinner engagement tonight. Get ready and wash the car."
"Yes, Ms. An," I replied, gathering my things and leaving the office.
In the afternoon, as I passed the break room, I overheard several female employees talking inside. One of them said, "Guess what I saw when I went to Queen's office to deliver the tender documents at noon?"
Queen was what the employees called An Xiaomei behind her back. The woman speaking was the same one who had seen An Xiaomei and me eating in the office at noon.
"What did you see?" the other female employees asked with interest.
"I saw it! Queen was in her office with the door closed, eating with that Chen Yu..."
"Ah?" A gasp rang out.
"...Eating."
"Hi!"
"Don't you find it strange?"
"Yeah!" another female employee said, "It is quite strange. Our CEO An has never eaten alone with any male employee before. Who would have thought that newcomer, Chen Yu, would receive this honor?"
"Hey, who is Chen Yu?"
"Queen's driver."
"Oh, that uncle!"
"And also!" "The woman delivering the tender documents continued, "President An was wearing a tight-fitting short skirt and was sitting down, so both her legs were completely exposed to Chen Yu's eyes, even her underwear was showing. When she saw me come in, she quickly closed her legs. Do you think she deliberately showed them to Chen Yu?"
"My God! None of our male colleagues in the company dare to look President An in the eye, how come Chen Yu has such good fortune?"
"Hey, do you think something might happen between them?"
"Is it possible? One is a high and mighty Queen, and the other is just a driver, and a slovenly, unkempt uncle at that..."
"Maybe it's possible! They're in the same car every day, who knows if something might happen between them?"
At this moment, I saw An Xiaomei walking over from a distance, so I said, "President An, I've already washed the car."
The discussion in the break room stopped abruptly, replaced by panic, "Stop talking, stop talking, let's go." Immediately afterward
, the girls hurriedly left the tea room and went to their seats. An Xiaomei looked at them with confusion.

(To be continued)

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