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Mei Zhiqing is the head of the personnel department at a city evening newspaper. She's the only person in the department, both the head and a staff member.

She's an upright colleague. She never styles her hair or wears high heels.

During long holidays, some male and female colleagues from the newspaper would be invited to a colleague's home for drinks. After drinking, they'd have parties and dance cheek-to-cheek. While dancing, they might even split up to do something else. Mei Zhiqing never participated in these activities. It wasn't that no one invited her; Huang Yuan, the director of the supplement department, had invited her to a party, but she declined, saying she had already told her child she would take them out during the holidays.

A female reporter went out for an interview, taking a taxi. She rode around in the taxi, not even knowing the driver's name, before "renting" herself to him. Just as it got dark, in the back seat of the car, the reporter was raising her legs as if in surrender when she was discovered by a city patrol officer. When the traffic assistant questioned the female reporter, she said she didn't know the driver. The fact that two strangers were engaging in this kind of activity suggested a possible transaction. Therefore, both the female reporter and the driver were taken to the police station. The police station called the newspaper, and the newspaper's leadership sent Mei Zhiqing to bring the female reporter back. The leadership also arranged for Mei Zhiqing to speak with the female reporter. Mei Zhiqing spoke very seriously with the female reporter. He said that from a public service perspective, as a journalist, one must uphold the professional image of a reporter. From a personal perspective, a woman should not lose her dignity. If one doesn't even have a shred of dignity, treating everything as a commodity, what's the difference between a human and an animal! The female reporter admitted her mistake, saying that in a moment of passion, her mind went blank. The female reporter didn't call Mei Zhiqing "Section Chief Mei," but "Sister Mei," saying, "Sister Mei, I have a favor to ask of you. Please keep this a secret. I haven't been married long, and my husband is a good person; he treats me very well. It wouldn't be good if this got out and my husband found out." Mei Zhiqing said, "It seems you still have a sense of shame." "I don't understand what you're saying either. Since you're married and your relationship is good, why do you still do this?" The female reporter smiled and said, "Hey, everyone does this these days, just looking for some excitement!" Mei Zhiqing didn't smile at all and said, "I disagree with your point of view. This isn't a problem of the times; it's your own problem. You need to understand this issue better." The female reporter, trying to make light of the situation, was still laughing, trying to cover her mouth with her hand, but it seemed she couldn't stop herself. She said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I misspoke again. Sister Mei, please forgive me. I will definitely learn from Sister Mei in the future."
Mei Zhiqing was very tight-lipped. Being tight-lipped is one of the essential qualities for personnel management cadres. Mei Zhiqing didn't spread the female reporter's shameful act at the newspaper. The female reporter had a wide network of connections, strong professional skills, and had written many good articles. The few leaders at the newspaper who knew about it said, "Let's use her strengths!" Mei Zhiqing strongly disagreed with the newspaper leaders' opinion. You see, that's how people who run a city evening newspaper are. They get incredibly excited when they get some interesting news from society, and they're afraid it won't spread quickly enough, wishing the whole world knew about it overnight. But no matter how eye-catching something is, once it happens to someone within the newspaper, the newspaper leaders treat it like a family scandal, covering it up and forbidding it from being publicized. Although Mei Zhiqing thought the newspaper leaders were being somewhat protective of the female reporter, she still expressed respect for their opinions, saying, "Okay, I understand."
Some things can't be told to outsiders, but they can be discussed at home. That day, after work, Mei Zhiqing told her husband, Chen Shugang, about the female reporter. Her attitude was quite different from at the newspaper; she was somewhat indignant, and her words were sharper. She used eight words to describe the female reporter's actions in the taxi: "Worse than a beast, utterly shameless!" Her husband was happy to hear her talk about the female reporter's scandalous affairs, but he thought she was taking the issue too seriously and that her criticism was excessive. He said, "This is an open era, an era of great interaction and complementarity between Eastern and Western cultures. People have the freedom to express their humanity and enjoy life." "Even the law avoids this kind of thing, why are you meddling so much!" The couple sat on the sofa in the living room. Mei Zhiqing turned to look at her husband and said, "Pure nonsense! You're distorting the meaning of openness! From what you're saying, you approve of what she did?" Mei Zhiqing used the female reporter's story to test her husband, to see how far his thinking had gone, whether he still had a sense of right and wrong. Words reflect the heart, and she found out immediately; her husband's thinking had indeed reached a dangerous edge. The female reporter was an outsider; no matter how depraved she was, she wasn't angry. Her husband was family, someone she spent every day with. If he couldn't distinguish right from wrong, honor from disgrace, and sided with the female reporter's ideas, she would be truly angry. Her husband said, "Who approves of what she did! Doing that was irrational and unseemly. My main point is to advise you, to advise you not to take some things too seriously, and there's no need to get angry. Look at your face, it's all red with anger, what's the point!" "I've told you so many times, when doing HR work, you must be kind and tolerant, forgiving when you can, and never get stuck on trivial matters. What is a dead end? A dead end is a knot in the road you can't get out of. Getting stuck on it only brings you trouble." Mei Zhiqing said, "Anyway, I disagree with your view. What does it mean to 'showcase humanity'? Does it mean taking what happens in bed and broadcasting it in the street? Is that even human? No matter how far society goes, humanity should become more beautiful, not more ugly." The husband smiled and stopped arguing with Mei Zhiqing. He picked up the TV remote from under the coffee table, turned on the TV, and saw Animal World playing.
The husband also had something on his mind; he had gotten a DVD, a documentary. Taking advantage of his daughter's absence, he planned to watch it with his wife. Seeing that his wife's mood wasn't quite right, he didn't take out the documentary for the time being. From his wife's description, the story of the female reporter and the taxi driver was also a documentary. His wife was so averse to those kinds of slice-of-life films; she might be just as averse to the ones he brought home. His intention was to stir up his wife's emotions and please her; if he made her dislike them, wouldn't he have lost his purpose? Timing is everything. If you time it right, everything will fall into place. If you don't, you won't get the desired results. He had to wait until his wife's emotions calmed down before acting. He watched Animal World, first praising the cheetah's agility and lightning speed; then he complimented the antelope's beauty and plumpness. He said he estimated that antelope meat must be delicious, because the faster an animal runs, the better its meat. His wife said, "That's not necessarily true; fast-running animals always have coarse meat." Hearing his wife's reply, the husband moved closer to her, put an arm around her shoulder. His wife didn't refuse. Her shoulders were narrow, probably about the same size as the antelope's. The husband, broad-shouldered and tall, with a prominent nose and wide mouth, and hairy hands, resembled a cheetah compared to his wife. He said he brought home a sex tape and asked his wife if she wanted to watch it. The wife asked, "What kind of sex tape?" The husband said, "It's a film about married life, you know." The wife said, "I've never seen one." The husband said, "Neither have I." The wife asked, "It's not pornographic, is it?" The husband said, "Married people are colorblind; everything looks the same to them. Who cares about yellow or green!"
Just as the animal documentary on TV ended, the husband put a slice-of-life DVD into the player. Without any transition, the documentary began. The characters in the documentary were two foreigners, a white woman and a black man, creating a stark black-and-white contrast. As he watched, the husband would occasionally steal glances at his wife's reaction. His wife's face was flushed, her mouth opened and closed, as if unsure whether to keep it open or closed. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed something. He promptly offered his assistance, asking, "Are you thirsty? Do you want me to get you some water?" His wife said, "No." The husband asked, "How is it? Is it good?" His wife said, "What? It's all nonsense, disgusting!" The husband said, "I think it's quite good. This is the true face of life, the essence of life. This black guy is really something!" After watching for a while, the husband reached out and touched between his wife's legs. His wife squeezed her legs together and said, "What are you doing?" The husband said, "I'm checking if your pants are wet." The wife said, "It's not wet." The husband said, "You say it's not wet, but I can smell it." It seems watching adult films is quite necessary for the couple; it's a good prelude to their sex life. The wife said, "What are you saying? It's up to you." The husband said, "I can't take it anymore, I want to." The wife said, "Wait a minute." The husband said, "No, I can't wait!" Saying this, he picked up his wife with both hands and carried her to the bedroom. Before the adult film finished playing, the wife said, "Go turn off the disc." The husband said, "No need to turn it off, let them do their thing, we'll do ours." The wife said, "No, what if Xiaomin comes back and sees us?" Xiaomin is their daughter. The husband said, "Didn't Xiaomin say she's staying at a farmhouse with her classmates today?" The wife said, "What if she comes back?" The husband
had no choice but to run back to the living room, turn off the disc, and rewind the adult film. The husband was excited, admiring his wife's body, calling her little dove, little sparrow, little flower, little cherry... a whole string of names. After watching the slice-of-life video, he decided to try something different. His wife disagreed, saying, "No way! You're a scoundrel!" The husband replied, "You're right, I am a scoundrel." The wife said, "Even if you're a scoundrel, it doesn't matter. I have to stick to my principles." The husband said, "Your principles are bullshit! If you don't abandon your bullshit today, I'm not doing it!" The wife said, "Fine, then!" and started to get up. The husband had no choice but to compromise, saying, "Okay, okay, whatever you say!" Once things were back on track, the husband complained to his wife, saying, "There's no way to deal with a cold-blooded wife like this." Perhaps because the husband was too well-prepared, he got up as soon as he got on top. The husband said, "This is so boring." It
was still a bit early for bed, so Mei Zhiqing put on his clothes and prepared to return to the living room. The husband, not satisfied, stubbornly stayed in bed, refusing to get up. He didn't put on any clothes either, just lying naked on the bed. The hair on his legs was thick and black, like that of a foreign man. Mei Zhiqing said, "Chen Shugang, don't try to pull that bourgeois lifestyle nonsense on me anymore." Chen Shugang ignored her. Mei Zhiqing continued, "Chen Shugang, I'm asking you, where did you get your 'life videos'?" Chen Shugang still ignored her. Mei Zhiqing raised her voice, "Chen Shugang, I'm asking you a question, don't play dumb." Chen Shugang then said, "Every supermarket has MSG, you can just buy a packet." Mei Zhiqing said, "Who asked you about MSG? I'm asking about 'life videos'." Chen Shugang said, "Life videos are MSG, the MSG of married life." Mei Zhiqing said, "Nonsense! The 'life videos' you brought back are pornographic, obscene videos, falling under the scope of the national anti-pornography campaign." Chen Shugang sat up in bed and said, "Alright, alright, Mei Zhiqing, don't try to scare me with your big accusations. Every kitchen has MSG, and every meal tastes bland without MSG." "Let me tell you the truth, you're too conservative, too rigid. You're terrible at our sex life, you don't even have a shred of modern spirit. If you keep playing hard to get with me, keep being so cold to me, I'm going to find another woman!" Mei Zhiqing said: "Go ahead, find whoever you want. You've gone too far!"
Her husband had told Mei Zhiqing more than once that he wanted to find other women, sometimes a mistress, sometimes even a prostitute. His desires were strong, and he made demands every one or two days. Mei Zhiqing also needed that kind of life, but she was more moderate, advocating for less but more enjoyment, avoiding overeating and drinking. Often, her husband would ask two or three times before she would give in. Her advice to her husband was that once a week was best. Her husband said: "Once a week isn't enough for me, are you trying to kill me with pent-up desire? Foreigners do it every day. Women won't be happy if they don't do it enough!" Mei Zhiqing said: "Are you a foreigner? You're not a foreigner." The husband said, "Foreigners eat meat, and we Chinese eat meat too now. My abilities are no less than theirs." When his demands weren't met, he became desperate and resorted to threatening words. After hearing this repeatedly, Mei Zhiqing suddenly asked, "Do you already have another woman?" The husband was taken aback and didn't answer immediately. Mei Zhiqing said, "Don't lie! Look me in the eye and tell the truth!" The husband pursed his lips and said, "If I had another woman, why would I beg you? If I really had another woman, I wouldn't have mentioned finding another one." Mei Zhiqing said, "That's not necessarily true. People have become very cunning these days. There are many who talk a good game but secretly cheat. In the past, they could pass off falsehoods as truth; now they can pass off truth as truth." The husband said, "Looks like you're very experienced!" Mei Zhiqing said, "Don't try that with me. I have plenty of experience. I'm officially warning you, if you dare to misbehave outside, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The husband said, "If anything happens between us, it'll only be you. You're so pretty, countless men are eyeing you! Besides, in a place like a newspaper, which male editor or reporter isn't worldly-wise and cunning?" Mei Zhiqing retorted, "Don't try to shift the blame! If anything happens to me, it'll be like a stone turning into stone." The husband said, "I don't want my precious wife to turn into stone."
Chen Shugang was a deputy manager at a branch of a building materials sales company in the city, at the deputy section chief level, one rank lower than Mei Zhiqing. Although Chen Shugang didn't manage many people, he had his share of female resources in the company. There's a saying, "A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," but Chen Shugang didn't listen to that old tradition. Why not eat the grass near his burrow? Wherever the grass is tender and delicious, he'd eat it. It's more convenient to eat the grass near one's burrow. He took advantage of this convenience and had affairs with at least two female employees in the company. He thought, "Why not take advantage of it? Everyone's so open now, who cares about those things anymore!" Of course, there are conservatives too, like his wife, Mei Zhiqing, a stubborn and backward element. The tide of human liberation is surging forward, advancing by leaps and bounds; how many pitiful people like Mei Zhiqing are there? On the other hand, his wife's attitude secretly pleased him. A tightly secured fence keeps out stray dogs; such a wife is exactly what he needs.

Unexpectedly, one evening, as the family of three was eating dinner and watching television, the husband of one of the female employees burst in. The man was short and fat, carrying a red plastic bag. The short, fat man identified Chen Shugang, pulled a kitchen knife from the bag, and shouted: "Chen Shugang, you son of a bitch, you filthy hooligan, I'll chop you up!" He raised the knife to strike Chen Shugang. Chen Shugang said: "Stop! What are you doing? You've mistaken me for someone else!" The short, fat man said: "It's you! I'll skin you alive, I'll recognize your bones. Even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, but you son of a bitch won't even spare the grass near your burrow." "I'll show you who I am today!" Luckily, Chen Shugang was tall and strong; he grabbed the short, fat man's wrist, preventing the cleaver from striking his face. Mei Zhiqing shouted for the neighbors, who called the police. The police arrived and took the short, fat man away. During the fight between the short, fat man and Chen Shugang, the short, fat man kicked Chen Shugang in the groin and smashed their television.
Mei Zhiqing was so self-respecting and concerned with her reputation; the impact of this incident on her was unimaginable. Mei Zhiqing was furious, her face pale and her whole body trembling. She pointed at Chen Shugang's nose and said: "Despicable! Shameless! Get out!" Chen Shugang said: "I didn't do anything. This guy must have misunderstood, or he's framing me." Mei Zhiqing said: "You say you didn't do anything? Nobody believes you. Let me tell you the truth, I've seen through you for a long time, but I had no evidence. This time, they've delivered the evidence to your doorstep. Let's see what you have to say now." "You say someone framed you? You think you're so easy to frame? Why don't they frame others? Why don't they frame me!" Mei Zhiqing still told Chen Shugang to get out. Chen Shugang lowered his eyelids and said, "Where can I go? This is my home." Chen Shugang's hometown was in the countryside, his parents were in the countryside, and he had nowhere to go in the city. His daughter said, "Mom, stop arguing, forgive Dad this time!" Mei Zhiqing said, "No, absolutely not! Everything can be forgiven, but not this. I can't be with a shameless person, I can't be with a traitor. If he won't leave, we will!" She took her daughter and went to her mother's place.
Mei Zhiqing's mother, a retired cadre, also believed Chen Shugang's behavior was outrageous and he needed to be taught a lesson. She said that in the past, matters between men and women were serious issues, matters of principle. Improper conduct between men and women would lead to being looked down upon and considered shameful. Now, with reforms and opening up, while such matters weren't viewed as seriously as before, they still couldn't be treated recklessly. Even in the capitalist world, such behavior was considered shameful. Regarding Mei Zhiqing's proposal to divorce Chen Shugang, her mother suggested waiting and observing Chen Shugang's attitude. Everyone makes mistakes. We should allow people to make mistakes and also allow them to correct them. If Chen Shugang showed remorse and was willing to repent, she suggested giving him a chance to correct his errors.
Mei Zhiqing lived in a residential building built by the newspaper company, where all the employees and their families lived. The day her husband was targeted in retaliation, everyone at the newspaper knew about it immediately. A company manager had an affair with a female employee, and the employee's husband came to the company's door with a knife to seek revenge. From a journalistic perspective, this would certainly be a good story, especially one that came to them; it would be a shame if it didn't get published. However, Mei Zhiqing was, after all, the head of the personnel department at the newspaper. To save face for Mei Zhiqing and avoid damaging the reputation while trying to catch a mouse, this potentially good story had to be sacrificed. It's said that every industry has its malpractices, and everyone in every industry benefits from their profession. One of the benefits of working in journalism is that scandals at home can be suppressed and won't be reported in the newspapers. Although the incident didn't spread, Mei Zhiqing still felt very frustrated, embarrassed, and even a little wronged. In terms of family background, education, rank, and even appearance, she was superior to Chen Shugang. She hadn't done anything to wrong him, so why was he having an affair with another woman? This was a betrayal and an abuse of her, which was intolerable! Mei Zhiqing locked herself in the personnel department office. At 10 a.m., when her colleagues at the newspaper did their morning exercises, she didn't come downstairs. At noon, the newspaper cafeteria provided a free lunch, but she didn't eat it. Chen Shugang called; upon hearing his voice, she only cursed him as shameless before hanging up.
The female reporter came to the personnel department and asked, "Sister Mei, why didn't I see you go to lunch?" Mei Zhiqing replied, "I wasn't feeling well, I didn't feel hungry." A strand of the female reporter's black hair was dyed yellow. That strand of yellow hair looked striking, like a string of yellow thorns from a distance. The female reporter pointed to the "yellow thorns" and asked Mei Zhiqing, "Sister Mei, what do you think of my hair?" Mei Zhiqing replied perfunctorily, "It's fine." The female reporter said, "I designed it myself. Modern people have to design themselves. Sister Mei, I know why you're unhappy, but it's really unnecessary. Some things happen, and that's it; they're over, and that's over. Don't take them to heart, and don't make things difficult for yourself." Mei Zhiqing smiled and said, "It's nothing." The female reporter said, "Don't say it's nothing. I know you're in a bad mood; I can tell from your face. You're not much older than me, but your generation is more accepting of traditional culture. I'm not saying traditional culture is bad, but tradition must be combined with modernity, just like combining writing letters by hand with sending text messages on a mobile phone. The power of modernization is very strong." Mei Zhiqing said, "Are you lecturing me?" The female reporter said, "How dare I? I'm just providing you with some information. I've read a Western study on human sexual needs, which says that a man needs five to six sexual partners in his lifetime. Women need fewer sexual partners than men, at least three to four in their lifetime. The study used a lot of empirical data to prove that for both men and women, having only one sexual partner in a lifetime is not enough and is inhumane. They believe that human sexual life is essential to life. Some women have numerical requirements for a man's sexual ability when looking for a partner. They'll marry him if he meets the requirements, and won't marry him if he doesn't. The requirement they set for men is that they must be able to have sex 365 times a year." Mei Zhiqing stopped the female reporter from speaking further, saying it was nonsense and purely a bourgeois worldview.
A few days later, one afternoon near the end of the workday, Huang Yuan, the head of the supplement department, also came to Mei Zhiqing's office. They initially talked about the newspaper. Mei Zhiqing studied journalism, while Huang Yuan studied Chinese literature. Huang Yuan said: "Working at a newspaper, it's better to be a journalism graduate; it's a relevant field, and you can speak with authority." He thought Mei Zhiqing was wasting his talents in administrative work; if he had been an editor or reporter, he would at least be a deputy editor-in-chief by now. Mei Zhiqing said: "I wouldn't dare think that way." Huang Yuan said: "That's how I see it anyway. Many people at the newspaper think so too." Mei Zhiqing said: "Really?" Huang Yuan said: "Of course it's true! Why would I flatter you! Everyone thinks you're not only talented, but also of good character, upright conduct, and elegant demeanor." Mei Zhiqing smiled and said: "You saying that makes me feel embarrassed. Look, I was so busy talking that I forgot to pour you some water." Huang Yuan said, "No need to be so polite. We're just friends, why are you being so formal with me? However, some people do have some opinions about you." Mei Zhiqing asked, "What opinions?" Huang Yuan said, "Should I tell them or not?" Mei Zhiqing said, "Just tell me, it's okay, I can handle it." Huang Yuan said, "Actually, it's nothing, they just think you're too aloof, too reserved, and your love life is too repressed." Mei Zhiqing said, "Really? That might be related to the nature of my work, and also to my personality." Huang Yuan said, "Actually, we're the same. My love life is also very repressed, we're both suffering." Mei Zhiqing couldn't help but say, "You're repressed? She'd heard from many colleagues at the newspaper that Huang Yuan had a large group of female writers around him, one coming and going, like a revolving lantern. When female writers invited Huang Yuan for drinks, he would hug and kiss them at the table. When Huang Yuan discussed manuscripts with female writers, he would often say, "This manuscript still needs some polishing." If a female author is on the same wavelength, she will definitely ask Teacher Huang to polish her work. So, they found a suitable place to "polish" it. It's unknown how many female authors Huang Yuan has "polished," but they all know he's the famous "Teacher Huang." Huang Yuan said: "Of course I'm repressed. Maybe even more repressed than you. For example, I've always thought you were a good person, but I didn't dare tell you. Isn't that repression? Today I finally mustered the courage to say it, Zhiqing, you don't mind, do you?" Mei Zhiqing said: "What's wrong with that? It's nothing. What's so good about me? People say I'm conservative." Huang Yuan said: "Oh, right, I like conservative women. Some girls these days are too open, they have no charm at all. Like a flower, once it blooms fully, it means it will wither. But some flowers, in their half-open state, are the most captivating. Come on, Zhiqing, I'll treat you to drinks tonight. I've also thought about your name; 'Zhiqing' sounds like 'Zhiqing' (meaning 'pure')." As the ancients said, "Too much purity leaves no fish, too much discernment leaves no followers!" Mei Zhiqing said, "Truly worthy of a top student from a prestigious university, so adept at elaborating on words." Huang Yuan said, "Just kidding, just kidding! 'The plum blossom braves frost and snow, its aspirations are lofty and its character pure!'"
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) Why not go drink with Huang Yuan? Mei Zhiqing was in a dilemma. Chen Shugang was a drinker, and Mei Zhiqing had experienced the madness of men after drinking. Would Huang Yuan be as mad as Chen Shugang after drinking? She sensed it; Huang Yuan had feelings for her. Huang Yuan was like a vigorous male rabbit, treating her like grass near his burrow. She thought of the phrase "taking advantage of someone in distress." Huang Yuan must know about Chen Shugang's situation and that she and Chen Shugang were currently separated, and he wanted to interfere—that wasn't right. Mei Zhiqing said, "Sorry, I don't drink." Huang Yuan said, "If you don't drink, then we won't drink." "Can I invite you for tea or coffee?" Huang Yuan asked. Mei Zhiqing replied, "I have family matters to attend to and must return on time. After the incident at my family, my daughter actually sympathized with her father; I must teach her a lesson." Huang Yuan said, "It seems you're not giving me face." Mei Zhiqing said, "Thank you for your kindness, but let's talk about it another time."
Mei Zhiqing had said she wanted to divorce Chen Shugang, but she didn't. Chen Shugang visited Mei Zhiqing's mother's house repeatedly, pleading with her and practically begging. Later, under Mei Zhiqing's mother's supervision, Chen Shugang not only wrote a self-criticism but also a guarantee, which he gave to Mei Zhiqing for safekeeping. Only then did Mei Zhiqing return home with her daughter. Chen Shugang felt inferior in front of Mei Zhiqing, and whenever he made demands regarding their marital relationship, he had to be mindful of her mood. He was like a beggar, only taking what Mei Zhiqing was willing to give him. If she didn't, he would go hungry. Mei Zhiqing didn't expose his shortcomings; when he wagged his tail in front of her, a silent glare from her was enough for him to obediently tuck his tail between his legs. Occasionally, there was an exception: when Chen Shugang returned drunk. Once drunk, Chen Shugang was like a completely different person, arrogant and domineering, completely in control of the situation. At this point, he completely ignored Mei Zhiqing's expression, whether she glared or struggled; he grabbed her and was about to do it. Sometimes, his daughter Xiaomin was still in her room doing her homework, and Mei Zhiqing would grit her teeth and whisper, "Xiaomin isn't asleep yet! What are you doing? Don't you care about the consequences?" Chen Shugang would reply, "Consider the consequences? Bullshit! I'm having sex with my own wife, and nobody has the right to interfere." Like a cheetah carrying a small antelope, he quickly "carried" Mei Zhiqing to the bed. It was as if Mei Zhiqing was just a hat to him, a hat placed or hanging somewhere, which he could easily slip onto his head. Chen Shugang didn't just put the hat on; he would put it on and take it off again, over and over again, enjoying it immensely. This was another state Chen Shugang was in after drinking—he was particularly persistent, particularly capable of fighting, and his battles could last exceptionally long. Mei Zhiqing was completely passive, and to avoid causing any negative impact, she could only grit her teeth and endure it. What is barbarity? This is barbarity. What is the unleashing of animalistic instincts? This is a typical example of animalistic instincts. What's the difference between this and being raped? There's no difference! Mei Zhiqing felt deeply humiliated, her eyes filled with tears. She thought that Chen Shugang might have done the same with other women, and felt that it would be better to divorce Chen Shugang.
No matter what happened at home, Mei Zhiqing never brought her bad mood into the office, and never affected her normal work. She did a good job of separating family matters from work. After long-term training in personnel work within the system, Mei Zhiqing could be considered an outstanding government employee. That autumn, Mei Zhiqing was named an outstanding worker in the provincial personnel system, and the Provincial Personnel Department notified her to go to the provincial capital to receive the commendation. Mei Zhiqing was very happy. She hadn't become the top performer in the news industry, but she had finally become the top performer in personnel work. The commendation meeting was quite grand, and even a vice governor of the province attended and gave a speech. After the commendation meeting, there was a banquet and drinking. After drinking, a party was held with singing and dancing. There were many departments and leaders from the Provincial Personnel Department, but Mei Zhiqing didn't recognize anyone except Director Hua of the Liaison Office. Director Hua had visited her small town, and she had attended a personnel liaison work symposium he convened, and even had a meal with him along with other personnel officers. Once you're strangers, you become familiar. At the party, she greeted Director Hua, who recognized her and even led her in a dance. The song was a slow waltz, perfect for dancing and talking at the same time. She said to Director Hua, "Director Hua, thank you!" Director Hua asked, "Thank me for what?" Mei Zhiqing said, "Being named an outstanding worker is undoubtedly a great honor." Director Hua said, "It's only right." He added, "I like you, there's nothing I can do about it!" Director Hua's words were something Mei Zhiqing hadn't expected at all. She had only meant it as a polite remark, but unexpectedly, her words proved prophetic. Her selection as an outstanding worker was indeed due to Director Hua's influence. It seemed that polite words were still necessary. Her heart raced, and her face flushed. She was momentarily speechless, not daring to look Director Hua in the eye, only smiling repeatedly with her head down. Director Hua asked her what she was smiling about. She said, "I think Director Hua's words are quite interesting." Director Hua said, "Of course my words are interesting, and the most interesting part is yet to come, just wait and see!" Mei Zhiqing's courage grew a little, and she asked, "I don't know what Director Hua likes about me?" Director Hua didn't hide her opinion at all, saying, "I like your smallness. Smallness is beauty! The first time I saw you, I wanted to hug you." As she spoke, taking advantage of the music ending, she indeed hugged Mei Zhiqing.
Mei Zhiqing and Director Hua did not dance again. It was always Director Hua inviting others, or others inviting Director Hua. Director Hua was like a dance star; all the outstanding female workers from various places were willing to dance with him. Director Hua's dancing was free, graceful, and fluid—truly excellent. No matter where Director Hua twirled, Mei Zhiqing could always see him.
Back in her room, after taking a shower, Mei Zhiqing received a call from Director Hua, inviting her to his room for a chat. It wouldn't be good for her to refuse a chat with her superior. So, she went to Director Hua's room. Director Hua didn't talk to her much, only saying, "You're here, that's good!" He immediately hugged Mei Zhiqing, lifting her feet off the ground like he was holding a child. Mei Zhiqing said, "Director Hua, didn't you say we'd chat?" Director Hua said, "Yes, let's talk in bed, we can have a deeper conversation. Don't leave tonight, just sleep here." Mei Zhiqing said, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Director Hua said, "What's inappropriate about it? I think it's perfect." "I told you, the moment I saw you, I wanted to hug you. And I wanted to carry you to bed." Director Hua said, placing Mei Zhiqing on the bed. Director Hua's bed was a double bed, with two pillows. Mei Zhiqing knew what Director Hua was about to do; she was slightly nervous, her hands trembling slightly. She said, "I just showered, my hair is still a little wet." Director Hua said, "Just showered, that's perfect, I just showered too." Mei Zhiqing said, "I wasn't prepared at all." Director Hua said, "There's no need for preparation." He added, "Actually, you've been preparing all along, you've been preparing for years." Mei Zhiqing said, "I don't understand what you're saying. How many women have you been with?" Director Hua said, "Only you." Mei Zhiqing said, "I don't believe it." Director Hua said, "Believe it or not." As Director Hua was undressing Mei Zhiqing, the phone on the bedside table rang. Mei Zhiqing was startled and said, "There's a phone call." Director Hua remained completely calm, saying, "It's probably a call from a young lady, don't worry about it!" The phone was still ringing, and Mei Zhiqing said, "You should answer it, just in case it's an important call!" Director Hua finally picked up the phone: "Hello, who is this?" "Oh, no need, we're in a meeting, discussing an important issue."
While Director Hua was on the phone, Mei Zhiqing quickly got out of bed and went out.
Back at the newspaper office, Mei Zhiqing, seemingly harboring a secret, kept thinking about Director Hua. She thought that by rejecting Director Hua, she must have offended him. Sometimes she felt a little dazed, unsure of how far their relationship had progressed. Once, she even dreamed that she and Director Hua were intimate. Director Hua was very skilled. His movements were like a gentle spring breeze; with a gentle breeze, flowers would unknowingly bloom, their petals and stamens trembling slightly.
Mei Zhiqing never mentioned divorcing her husband again. When her husband made requests, she no longer refused, only saying, "You need to be gentler." The husband rubbed his hands together excitedly and said, "My good wife, you've finally come to your senses!"

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