A romantic encounter that came about through a complaint (reprinted)

A Complaint About a Romantic Encounter
Published: 2015-09-16 Author: czlxly Popularity: 1394
I. Hearing the Voice, Not Seeing the Person

My neighborhood has always had ADSL internet, and the speed was far from ideal for me. Finally, fiber optic internet was installed, and I excitedly went to the business hall to upgrade, only to be told that my ADSL account wasn't mine and I needed the account holder's ID (my account was transferred to me by a friend). When I explained this to the business hall, they said the original transfer hadn't been successful; only the carrier phone number had been changed. I was furious! I filed a complaint! They said they'd reply within 24 hours. Waiting... I received a call back saying it had to be done that way. I was even more furious! I asked the duty manager to answer the phone! The duty manager had a very magnetic female voice, not sweet, but a rich, sexy voice that warmed me. Hearing her voice immediately calmed me down by half (I can't help it, it's my nature). The duty manager told me to wait a moment, and she would investigate and reply. Ten minutes later, the phone rang again. It was that same alluring, sexy voice, telling me it was indeed their mistake. She said I could go to the service center with my ID to get the modification done, and she'd waive the modification fee as compensation. I asked her for her phone number so I could contact her if needed. She hesitated for a moment, then gave me her number (hehe, so heartless!). I rushed to the service center, and everything went smoothly; I only had to pay the 40 yuan annual fee difference. Delighted, I called the duty manager to thank her and invited her to lunch. She declined, I insisted, and she declined again. I jokingly said I'd complain about her not meeting customer requirements. She laughed at my banter, saying it wasn't within her service scope. Hey, that's a good chance! I continued my banter, and finally, amidst a flurry of laughter, she agreed. I asked her to choose a time and place, and very gentlemanly asked if I wanted her to pick me up. She said no, I could go myself.

Second, upon seeing her and smelling her fragrance,

I rested briefly and arrived at the location 10 minutes early. It was an elegant mid-range restaurant, not yet crowded, perfect for a romantic rendezvous (this was my goal). I found a corner seat and called to let her know I had arrived and was waiting for her at table 11. She said she would be there soon. I lit a cigarette and smoked half of it when a young woman in a business suit entered. Guided by a waiter, she walked towards me. This must be her. I quickly stubbed out my cigarette, stood up to greet her, and a jasmine scent wafted towards me. Before I could speak, she smiled and said, "You must be Mr. Gu. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!" It was that rich, sexy voice. I quickly pulled out the chair opposite me: "Not at all, I just arrived. Please have a seat!" She bowed and sat down, and I returned to my seat: "Thank you so much for today. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to trouble you. What would you like to order?" I handed her the menu. "Anything is fine, please order!" she said. I politely declined, saying, "This is my first time here, I don't know what's specializing in this place, and besides, I don't know your taste. You should go ahead, ladies first!" She chuckled, no longer refusing, and took the menu to look at it. I took the opportunity to admire her more closely. She looked to be in her early thirties, with a neat short hairstyle (similar to Cheng Fangyuan's), a round face, big eyes, and very fair skin that looked slightly dry. There were slight crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and a hint of melancholy in her gaze, perhaps because she lacked moisture. She wore a black business suit, a white shirt with a large collar, and her breasts were full and bulging. She wore a short skirt, stockings, and black high heels, which made her look slightly plump. She was very elegant and capable, possessing the demeanor of both a lady and a mature woman.
She ordered stir-fried broccoli and preserved egg tofu, then pushed the menu towards me, saying she'd chosen and I could order. I didn't refuse, and asked if she could eat spicy food. She nodded, so I ordered tofu fish and spicy stir-fried oysters (don't blame me for being long-winded, it's just to show my respect! If you want to woo someone, you have to respect them first!). The waiter took the menu and left. I took out a cigarette and asked her, "Do you mind if I smoke?" She shook her head. "No problem, not at all."
I lit the cigarette. "I haven't asked your name yet, I can't keep calling you manager, can I?"
She smiled slightly again. "My surname is Cheng, and my name is..."
Before she could finish, I interrupted, "Then I'll call you Chengcheng!"
She paused for a moment. "Chengcheng? That name sounds familiar."
"You've seen 'Shanghai Bund,' haven't you?"
"Hehe! Xu ***?! Feng Chengcheng!" She laughed again, this time her hair even trembled slightly.
"Hehe, yes, it's a pity I'm not even Ding Li." I feigned melancholy.
Something flickered in her eyes. "Chengcheng, you're calling me like a little girl!"
"Are you that old? You look like a little girl to me!" I flattered her.
"You're just being cheeky. I'm over 30, not a little girl anymore!"
"I can't believe it. I was just about to say you're a young prodigy, a manager right out of school!"
"Stop being cheeky. I'm older than you, little brother!"
"Don't call me little brother. I'm not little anymore, I'm 30!"
"Pfft, 30 is old? I'm older than you, you should call me sister!"
"Then I'll call you Sister Chengcheng!"
"Hehe..." This time, her hair and her pair of bangs trembled.
Before we knew it, our address had changed from "you" to "you," and our relationship had grown much closer. We talked more casually. The food arrived, and she didn't refuse the beer I ordered. We ate, drank, and chatted about everything under the sun, occasionally teasing her and making her laugh heartily. I'm pretty good at being cheeky. Just then, my phone rang. I looked and saw it was a call from home. I apologized and said, "I need to take this call, it's the older one!" She nodded. My wife asked if I was coming home for dinner that night. I said yes and hung up. Then it rang again. I answered, and it was my daughter. She yelled at me, "You absolutely have to come home early for dinner! No drinking outside! No eating with other women!" I quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll come home early to be with you two. No drinking, no eating with other women, okay?"
After hanging up, I smiled wryly and said to her, "Oh... this is the younger one!"
She was a little surprised but didn't say anything more.
I asked her, "Does your company assign you new installation quotas? I think you have to complete a certain number each month. How's your quota?"
She shook her head, "Don't even mention it. There is a quota, 10 each month. I don't like asking for favors, and I'm even less likely to ask others for help. I always have to ask my colleagues to help me meet the quota!"
"That's easy to handle. I work in computer after-sales service. Every day I install computers for customers. Many people who just bought computers ask us which network to install. I can just tell them to contact you."
Her eyes lit up, "Great! I can give them discounts. I have discount cards. Here are a few, they have serial numbers on them. You give them to them, and they can go directly to the service center to complete the installation and it will cover my quota." As she spoke, she opened her bag and handed me a few cards.
I took them, "These aren't enough. Give them all to me. I can cover 30 or 40 quotas for you every month!"
"Stop bragging! As long as I can complete the quota, that's fine." She gave me a few more.
"Give me as many as you have, I promise I'll handle them all." I took all the cards directly.
We finished the meal with relish. When it came time to pay, she tried to grab the bill, but I said, "Give a man some face, okay? I'll help you finish your task, then you can pay!" She chuckled and didn't insist.
Outside, I naturally got into her car, a blue QQ, the interior very feminine, even smelling of jasmine.
She dropped me off at work, and as I got out, I turned back to her and said, "A very delicious lunch, but you're even more delicious than the lunch!"
She laughed and scolded, "Go away, stop being so cheeky!" She
closed the car door, I waved, and she started the car and drove off. I noticed a hint of allure in her eyes.

III. Rather than wine, rather than song

Chengcheng's task was really easy for me. I distributed the cards with a few colleagues, and in less than five days, I received a call from Chengcheng: "You're amazing! You've got over 20 cards now. Thank you so much! When can I treat you to something?"
"Don't mention it, little KS. Do you need help with your colleague? I'd like to return the favor."
"Is that alright? Won't it be too much trouble?"
"No trouble at all. We're like family. I'll come to pick up the cards from you later. Are you at work?"
"I'll bring them to you! It's too much trouble for you to make the trip again."
"I'll get impatient with you if you keep talking about this. I'll just pass by your place later. I'll call you, and you can come out. That's all. See you later!" I hung up the phone.
I called Chengcheng, but she didn't answer. She hung up, and then I saw her come out of the business hall, jogging a few steps to get to me. Her bulging breasts, with her jogging, gave me a "one wave hasn't subsided, another wave is coming" momentarily, and my little brother immediately stood at attention, of course, inside my pants.
"You came really fast. Thank you!" She handed me a stack of cards.
"You're too kind. It's my honor to serve such a beautiful lady. Fifty or sixty a month won't be a problem; I'm just afraid you won't give me the chance."
"Alright, stop joking. When are you free? I'll treat you to a big meal."
"Really? This weekend then. I'll send everyone back to my parents' house and have a good meal with you. It has to be dinner, though. I can't drink at lunch; it's not fun."
A hint of surprise crossed her face, but she quickly said, "Okay, it's a deal. I'll call you this weekend."
"It's a promise. Go back now! I'm leaving, bye."

On the weekend afternoon, I received a text from Chengcheng: "6:30 pm, same place as last time, okay?" I replied, "See you there."
I arrived early again, still number 11. This time, Chengcheng wasn't in her business attire. She wore a white short-sleeved top over a black fitted tank top, a cream-colored long skirt, sheer stockings, and white high sandals. Her chest looked even more voluptuous, and a deep cleavage lined her fair neck, making her exceptionally alluring and sexy. The jasmine scent was still strong. I stood up to greet her and pulled out a chair for her. Once seated, she said, "I guessed you'd arrive first, and here too."
"How did you know?"
"Because when you're not talking, you're a gentleman."
"And when you are talking?"
"You're just a talkative little brother."
"Thank you for your kind words and praise, Sister Chengcheng. I'm truly honored."
"See, you're being cheeky again. Come on, let's order!"
"Ladies first, let me maintain my gentlemanly manners!"
She ordered a few dishes, and I ordered baijiu (Chinese liquor). She didn't object; it seemed we were going to drink baijiu together. Okay, I like that!
It was another pleasant dinner. A bottle of baijiu was split 30/70, me 70% and her 30%. We were both slightly tipsy, but still sober. Her flushed face was even more alluring, and her eyes sparkled. I suggested going to karaoke. "Looks like you're really going to rip me off!" she pouted, looking sexy and seductive.
"No, it's my treat. It's such a beautiful night, and it's a shame it's ending so early, isn't it, Sister Chengcheng?" "
No need, it's my treat. I'll see it through to the end, so I'll make sure you enjoy yourself! Let's go."
I didn't see her car when we went outside, but I saw her hailing a taxi.
"Where's your car?"
"His dad drove it to his grandma's. He knew he was going to drink with you, so he didn't dare drive."
... What does that mean? Is she implying something?! Would she let me off the hook if she didn't imply something? The answer is definitely NO.

We arrived at the city's biggest nightclub, got a small private room, and a dozen beers. I drank the beer while she sang. Her voice sounded like the original singers of Chen Shuhua and Su Rui's songs; they were very beautiful. After a few songs, she got impatient. "Didn't you want to sing? Why am I singing solo? You should sing too!"
"Well, it's like this, I meant you sing and I'll listen, because my singing is the kind that's deadly. I'm afraid you'll die tonight!"
"You're being cheeky. No way, you have to sing!"
"Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
"You won't run away?"
"No!"
"You're not allowed to cover your ears."
"I won't cover my ears." "No
laughing."
"No laughing."
"No crying."
"Are you going to sing or not?" A beer bottle was picked up.
"OK, I'll sing. Can you put the bottle over there? I'm a little scared, but of course, I don't mind if you drink it."
I sang Da You's old song "Love Song 1990" with incredible emotion, and I was sitting on the floor, singing to myself, with no one else around. This was the only song I could sing without going off-key, which shows how long I practiced it and how well I knew it. As the music ended, I turned around. The woman was huddled in a corner of the sofa, her shoes off, her legs curled up in her skirt, clutching a beer bottle in her hands. Her eyes were looking at me, and in the screen's reflection, there was a kind of light in them. I stood up and slowly walked up to her. She had been watching me quietly. I took the beer bottle from her hands: "Why are you holding it if you're not going to drink it? It's a waste!" I said, then took a big gulp.
The light in her eyes dimmed, and she whispered, "Liar, didn't you say you couldn't sing?
"

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