Leaning against the wind and rain

The night, like a merciless knife, sliced away at my twisted heart. Still somewhat dazed from the alcohol, I didn't disturb the woman in bed, nor did I turn on the light. I groped my way to the bathroom door, my weary heart faintly hearing moans, like the fleeting fall of a spider lily. Water washed over my thinning hair. I tried to open my lips, yearning for a frantic scream, but only my cracked lips trembled silently. Steam filled my eyes, stirring my thoughts… The banquet hall of the XX Hotel, a ten-year alumni reunion. In the hazy, bustling atmosphere, those young men and women who had shouted at graduation that they would definitely meet again in ten years seemed to reappear before my eyes. Now, people finally saw themselves ten years later. The distorted social values had fundamentally changed everyone's circumstances, yet they remained completely unaware. Hypocrisy, greed, restlessness, and despair... filled the entire hall... Under the colorful lights, a stunningly beautiful woman stood in the center of the dance floor, bathed in a spring breeze. Men flocked to her, and my heart fluttered slightly. Bobo! Was it her? Was it the woman who had once haunted my dreams? Bobo, full name Lingbo. We used to jokingly call her "Fairy Sister," not only because she was indeed very beautiful—the kind of beauty that made you afraid to look at her for long—but also because she was different from others. She exuded a cold and flawless aura, like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs, making every boy who wanted to get close feel a sense of "admirable from afar, but untouchable." At that time, I was fortunate enough to be her deskmate, to be next to a fairy. I was truly incredibly lucky; I don't know how many times I chanted Amitabha in my past life. Bobo's skin is really good. Once, I was lying on the table, completely ignoring the drool dripping from my mouth, and shamelessly said, "Bobo, why is your skin so good? Can I touch it...?" Bobo tilted her beautiful head slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, just for a little while, please don't let the teacher see..." I solemnly stretched out my hand as if I had received a royal decree and granted a general amnesty, and quickly stroked her fair forearm twice. Wow, it felt so good, a silky feel that made my heart soar to the sky, and then almost touch the rainbow... "I know why you're called Bobo now..." "Why?" "Because the character 'Bo' can be broken down into 'water' and 'skin,' and your skin is practically made of water..." "Giggle..." Bobo couldn't help but laugh out loud, but after only three seconds of laughter, she quickly covered her small, delicate pink lips with her hand, and her face immediately flushed with a rosy glow. In those brief three seconds, I was utterly captivated, utterly awestruck… Happy times are always so fleeting, and lost youth is always something to cherish. But now, living under immense pressure, people have forgotten happiness, forgotten youth, forgotten love, leaving only a sigh for bygone years… The lights grew increasingly dazzling, and the woman before me, Bobo, was a far cry from her former innocence. A purple evening gown perfectly accentuated her alluring figure, and with each giggle, her breasts heaved. The shimmering light on her earlobes and neck suggested a high-class lifestyle and a successful career. The V-shaped slit of her skirt revealed her long, slender, white legs, making her allure all the more alluring. At that moment, she became the center of attention. Elegantly holding a wine glass, she moved gracefully through the crowd, her radiant beauty and increasingly mature sexiness making even the dance floor lights pale in comparison. As the crowd dispersed amidst our mutual gazes, she gracefully tossed her long, flowing black hair, extended a slender, pampered hand, and placed it on my shoulder, saying, "Long, you still mean a lot to me..." I was speechless, and she remained silent, her beautiful eyes fixed on mine, revealing a complex and unfathomable emotion that put an indescribable pressure on me. "Hahaha..." A group of men around us were laughing unrestrainedly. I couldn't fathom what they were laughing at. This was no longer the resounding declaration of love from my youth, nor the ambiguity of adulthood. To me, it was a blatant provocation, a declaration of war against the youthful hurt I had inflicted on her ten years ago. "Come, I'll toast you, cheers!" She raised her wine glass and clinked it against mine with a "clink," her sensual red lips, stained with the wine, becoming even more vibrant. I finished my wine, but my mouth was filled with a strong, bloody taste, and my heart trembled. "Long time no see, Bobo. How about we drink and have a good time tonight, until we're drunk?" Meeting my bitter gaze, she laughed and replied, "Drink until we're drunk? Hehe... You have so many flowers and plants waiting for you to water them all night. How could I dare to delay your important business? Hehehe..." She walked away proudly, leaving behind a lingering, sensual scent and me, dumbfounded. I struggled to lift my head, watching her comfortably surrounded by men, effortlessly navigating their social interactions, a heavy sigh echoing in my heart. Ten years ago, she left a broken mark on my heart, a mark I tore open with my own hands, a pain I still cannot touch. Did I ever truly love her? I don't know. For many years, those youthful days still flash through my mind, like a dream… Those days were sunny and bright, and I was immersed in my happy love… After saving every penny for over two months, I bought a jade bracelet at the City God Temple and rushed to give it to her. When I saw her, before I could even speak, I was shocked to find that she was already wearing one on her wrist. Although a heavy sense of oppression and loss welled up inside me, I still quietly put down the jade bracelet I had bought and left. At the busiest intersection in town, I suddenly magically handed her a bouquet of lilies, saying, “I feel like this flower is just like you…” During the days she was sick, I secretly slipped cold medicine and breakfast into her dormitory window; late at night, I rode my motorcycle to take her to the suburbs to set off fireworks; in the biting north wind, I held her favorite steaming hot shumai in my arms… These things seem like they happened just yesterday, like a dream. Once I woke up, everything vanished in a daze… That night, deep in my memory, not in a bar, coffee shop, or KTV, we left behind the bustling city crowds, casting aside all our stress and worries. We drove through the darkness, without a destination, to a hotel I can no longer recall. There, I gently took her in, and happiness filled that summer… … Later, as I grew more confident and dashing, I also gained more tenderness, and she gradually faded from my memory. That year, on the eve of the Spring Festival, I packed everything, preparing to go home early the next morning. That night, I encountered a rare heavy snowfall in the south, the snow falling thickly and filling the sky. That day, she came to my side, head bowed, and carefully told me she was pregnant. It was a deep, cold night. We stood there like wooden statues, saying nothing all night. That was the first time I drank cigarettes like alcohol. As dawn broke, I said fiercely, "Take it off, we're too young... Bobo, let's just be friends from now on..." With that, I opened the door and ran out like the wind. The snow fell heavily, seemingly endlessly... In the blink of an eye, we met again, ten years later. In the crowded, noisy throng, I felt so unfamiliar with her, so very unfamiliar... Now she had a dignified appearance, refined manners, and seemed to be living a vibrant and happy life. Ten years had passed, and she had become quite worldly, but in my heart, she was still that fairy-like sister who covered her mouth and smiled secretly, wasn't she? Wasn't she? After the crowd dispersed, she drove up and said to me, "Long, you're different from before. This is my business card. I hope we can have coffee together sometime..." I nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, I'll call you when I have time..." At that moment, I was thinking to myself, I haven't changed. She and her BMW disappeared with the evening breeze, leaving only a faint fragrance and a deep sadness. When the sunlight poured into my window like sperm, I wearily opened my eyes, struggling to recall what I had done last night. I was still alone in bed; my girlfriend had already gone to work. At seven o'clock, the phone rang at an inopportune moment. It was Xiao Jian, the company's finance manager, who was frantically shouting on the phone, "Long, something terrible has happened! During the few days you were on leave, more than eight million yuan was missing from our Boma Company's accounts. Several bosses have come over now, and I heard there's a shareholders' meeting at 9 a.m. You'd better come over right away." My heart sank. Sigh, the company is about to be in turmoil again. When I arrived at the company, General Manager Lu, General Manager Huang, General Manager Zhu, and the managers of various departments were already there, indicating that the situation was quite serious. After rounds of discussion, screening, and one-on-one questioning, I, as the company's finance manager, was placed on a special list, and both morally and legally, I was to blame. Some things, though happening in reality, are often dramatic. Ultimately, after a lengthy investigation and discussion, all the conversations...Having proven my excellence and loyalty, and with the guarantees from General Manager Huang and General Manager Zhu, I was not only cleared of suspicion, but I also mentioned a name that made everyone nod in agreement. Things gradually began to fall into place, and finally, faced with a wealth of compelling evidence, the name of the prime suspect gradually surfaced—Han Xue. A finance director transferred from head office at the beginning of this year, supposedly handpicked by the president (everyone said it was the president's kept woman), Han Xue—a young, inexperienced woman born in the 90s. As the saying goes, a new broom sweeps clean, and since taking office, she stipulated that all financial transactions exceeding one million yuan at Boma Company must be handled and approved by her personally, while I was not allowed to interfere. In effect, she rendered the finance manager's position meaningless. Those days were incredibly oppressive; I was depressed and withdrawn. From then on, nightclubs and bars became my final destination after get off work. Only the numbing effect of alcohol and unrestrained indulgence could perhaps release the accumulated troubles and frustrations in my heart. This year's red storm has crushed many companies and conglomerates, large and small. Our gambling company also suffered an unprecedented blow. We finally made it to this summer, and the company's performance began to turn around and recover. We had just caught our breath and hadn't even recovered when this huge incident broke out. After several vice presidents exchanged opinions, President Lu finally dialed the president's number. As his expression changed unpredictably, everyone's eyes were focused on this young vice president. He only responded with "uh-huh" and "okay," and no one could guess what kind of expression was on the other end of the phone. President Lu hung up the phone, called over his personal assistant and administrative director Liang Xiaosheng, and the head of the security department Fang Tianxi. After whispering something to each other, the two left in a hurry, looking very mysterious. President Lu crossed his arms and slowly announced, "I'm announcing the CEO's orders. This matter will be handled internally. I've already instructed the security department to investigate Hanxue's whereabouts immediately. Until the situation is clear, no one is allowed to leave the country, resign, or have their cell phones switched on 24 hours a day. Be prepared to return to the company at any time to assist with the investigation." His words immediately caused an uproar in the conference room. Opinions varied: some expressed incomprehension, others gloated, and still others chuckled and prepared to go home to hug their mistresses or simply make a phone call to book a month's stay at a club. The three vice presidents, looking rather helpless, coughed a few times and then gestured for everyone to quiet down. "Please be patient. The president has his own way of handling this matter. Please prioritize the company's interests and strictly adhere to confidentiality rules. I believe the truth will come out soon." President Lu took a sip of strong tea and continued, "This investigation will be overseen by Manager Long, who will be responsible for the company's internal financial statistics and verification. Please believe that with our proactive efforts, the main responsible party will be found soon. In the meantime, the president has decided that President Huang, President Zhu, and I will be fully responsible for the investigation and handling of this incident. In addition, Manager Long, as a witness, will also be involved in this investigation with us." Hearing the last sentence, I almost spat out the tea in my mouth. After swallowing it with difficulty, I still couldn't stop coughing. I really couldn't think of any reason for me to join the investigation team. Although I couldn't understand it for the time being, I could only accept it. After all, I had no ambition and nowhere else to go. I was living under someone else's roof, so I could only grit my teeth and accept the order. I spent the entire afternoon lost in thought until Xiao Jian came in to tell me to leave work, which brought me back to my senses. On my way home from get off work, Xiao Jian and I parked the car in the underground garage of the Black Gold Bar. As we got out, I couldn't help but grumble, "Damn it, what a mess! We didn't even get to eat fish, and now we're all covered in fish!" Xiao Jian patted my shoulder, comforting me, "Don't worry about it, things will work out. Come on, Brother Long, it's my treat today, let's have a good drink." He then pulled me into the elevator. We pushed through the crowded, noisy throng to the bar and ordered two Long 8s. I gulped down a huge mouthful, watching the frenzied men and women on the dance floor, feeling a surge of irritation. Xiao Jian, noticing my gloomy face, leaned close to my ear and said, "Brother, wait a minute, I'll go get a private room and find ten or eight girls to have some fun with." But for no reason, I thought of Bobo, and that night. He shook his head and said, "No, let's go home early. We're all tired. Besides, with a penny-pinching miser like you, I'd have to spend even more money. Forget it, the drinks are on me." Xiao Jian's fair face showed not a trace of embarrassment or anger. He leaned against me with an almost shameless smile and said, "Brother Long, listen to me. Learn from me in some ways. Don't be too clever for your own good. I live a very comfortable life, enjoying life to the fullest!" I downed my drink in one gulp and scoffed, "Forget it, I can't learn your self-deprecating philosophy of life." I ignored his naturally fawning face and turned to leave. I dared to say that if I didn't leave, he really would bring a dozen or twenty girls. I'd better save my money; my girlfriend needs me to buy her an LV bag next week. When I got home, dinner was already prepared. My girlfriend's name is Yuan. The reason we've been together for so long is because she's so virtuous; she takes care of my daily life like a maid. Yuan isn't very pretty, and she wasn't my type. I dumped her many years ago, but no matter how much I philandered and promiscuous, she still silently stayed by my side, helping me with housework and cooking. People are so damn pathetic; the more unattainable something is, the more they want it, and the more they have it, the less they cherish it. No matter how successful or promiscuous a man is on the outside, in the end, he still needs a home, nothing more. Only home is the true refuge for men and women. What love, what affection—it's all bullshit. Who cares if it's a phoenix or a chicken? After being together for a long time, you just make do. Later, I adapted to this kind of life. Men are supposed to be established by thirty, but I was already settling for thirty. I guess this is how my life is. I guess I'll just accept my fate. Sigh, it feels like a lifetime has passed. After I finished showering, she had already gone to bed. I sat down at the computer with a cup of tea, but suddenly I didn't want to turn it on. I sat there for a long time, the tea growing cold. I picked up the cup to get hot water, but my gaze lingered on a pair of delicate, exquisite feet peeking out from under the covers. They were very white, the toes slightly bent, as if trying to grasp something. My anxieties, which had been churning all day, instantly eased. Slowly, the alcohol from Longba began to burn in my blood, and I felt completely out of control. I knelt down and gently licked the smooth, soft instep with my tongue. Yuan woke up then, struggling to pull away. I gently held her small feet and said softly, "Don't move, let me cherish you..." I took her entire foot into my mouth. Her white skin, soaked with my saliva, became even more glistening and alluring. I teased her white, jade-like fingers one by one, licking and sucking each toe. Gradually, her two small feet slowly came together, and her thighs seemed to be clamping something. I lifted her white nightgown and began to slowly lick and suck upwards from her calves, all the way to the white, helium-colored panties, on which was a deep wet stain. I gently removed her clothes and panties, leaned against her back, wrapped my arms around her fragrant neck, and gently sucked on every inch of her skin. My right hand accurately grasped one of her soft, tender breasts, and my index finger gently drew circles on the nipple, occasionally pinching the gradually erect nipple with my middle finger. My left hand gently lifted her shapely, fair thigh, slipped between her smooth legs, and slowly inserted two fingers into her already wet and muddy flower bud, feeling the warmth and suction within. Occasionally, I would use my thumb to caress the "Crystal Love" between the petals. I leaned close to Yuan's ear, blowing warm breath, and said, "Do you want it?" She rested her head against my chest and nodded vigorously, her body obediently following my hand as she slowly turned over, her fair thighs gently resting on either side of my shoulders. At this moment, all worries and pressures could no longer stop me from indulging in the beauty of nature, freely roaming between heaven and earth. "Having seen the vast ocean, other waters are insignificant; having beheld the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are not worth seeing. I casually glance at the flowers, half for cultivating the Tao, half for you." My entire being was now completely lost in this Wushan cloud and rain, until a clear spring gushed forth, wetting my blissful face, the sweetness of her lips spreading to my limbs, finally gathering in my heart. I felt a throbbing urge in my lower body, so I lay down beside her, removed the last piece of clothing, and gently pulled Yuan over, letting her lie on top of me. Her two soft, round buttocks were right in front of my mouth. My lips felt inexplicably dry, desperately needing the moisture from that secret valley. My tongue, like a dragon emerging from the sea, soared and sank between the wet, slippery petals. The sweet taste kept me going. Yuan, lying on my body, couldn't help but writhe her waist in a serpentine motion, trying to transform the tingling sensation into greater pleasure. Suddenly, my hard, iron-like penis was enveloped in a warm, hot spring. A nimble, soft tongue began to carefully cleanse my penis. My whole body and mind felt incredibly comfortable, so good that I couldn't help but moan. Hearing my moans, Yuan's pink lips began to move even more vigorously, her body glistening with sweat, a scene of unbridled spring beauty.Bian Yuan's oral skills have improved over the years. Her lips are tightly closed, moving back and forth, rotating, and penetrating deeply and shallowly, her tongue constantly stroking my glans and urethral opening. My penis is at its hardest, thick and ready to burst. She seems to sense my hardness, obediently turning around and, under my burning gaze, blushing, straddling me. She extends two fingers to grasp my shaft, pressing it against my wet, slippery opening, and gently pushing downwards. My entire penis slowly begins to submerge in that blossoming place. I close my eyes, enjoying this blissful moment until it ends, the afterglow dissipates, and the ease and comfort from within gradually blurs my consciousness, making me drowsy. At this moment, Yuan lies on my chest and says, "Brother Long, let's get married. I really hope we can live like this forever..." But I am now completely asleep. In my dream, amidst the falling snow, I see Bobo again. I want to apologize to her, but I can't bring myself to call out her name. Then I vaguely saw the mysterious figure flash by, and then I was completely swallowed by a peaceful golden light. The feeling was quiet and comfortable; I wished I could stay like that forever and never wake up. But then dawn broke… Just as President Lu had said, on the third day, a haggard-looking Hanxue was brought back to the company by security. Following the instructions from the previous meeting, the three presidents and I met her in a closed room. She was pale, and there were still faint traces of tears on her delicate face. Since Hanxue was personally appointed by the president, we couldn't ask her anything else. We could only use the existing evidence in the accounts to investigate the whereabouts of that fund. Surprisingly, Hanxue didn't hide anything. Within minutes, we found out where the fund had gone. Except for a few tens of thousands of yuan being missing, everything else was recovered. For a long time afterward, I still couldn't understand why she did this. Was it for love? For a debt? Anyway, after that incident, I naturally became the CFO. On the day of my official appointment, I unexpectedly received a call from the president. It was a calm yet weathered voice. Without much formality, he directly pointed out the importance of the CFO to a company and expressed his belief in my ability to do the job. Moved, the pent-up frustration of the past year vanished in that moment of anxious, hesitant responses. I felt the youthful energy that was slipping away within me return. From then on, Xiao Jian followed me even more devotedly, even bringing me the latest AV magazines when I went to the bathroom, ensuring I didn't waste any time there. Aside from the monthly meetings, I rarely saw the senior executives. During these meetings, I discovered I had a special ability: I could tell from their faces who had recently hooked up with a younger man, and who had broken up with their mistresses. It really was! As the year drew to a close, everything at Boma Company was running smoothly according to plan. I temporarily put aside my sadness and heartache, throwing myself wholeheartedly into my work. I stopped fantasizing and rarely dreamed of her anymore. As my work settled into a routine, I was completely immersed in non-stop busyness. Several times when I got home from get off work, Yuan wanted to talk to me, but seeing me collapse onto the sofa, exhausted, she always hesitated to speak. The topic of marriage was never brought up again. At the end of the year, Boma 365 Gambling Company achieved more than double the business volume of its competitors, a remarkable achievement that made Boma the leader in the gambling industry. The annual company meeting was grand and solemn. Thanks to everyone's efforts, Boma Company's performance this year had increased several times over. Even General Manager Lu choked up for the first time during his passionate annual summary speech. I think at that moment, all my colleagues felt a sense of pride—the pride of realizing their self-worth. Amidst thunderous applause, the three vice presidents were spending lavishly, with bonuses and red envelopes raining down. In this noisy atmosphere, I unexpectedly spotted Bobo. Beside her stood a middle-aged man I didn't recognize. I nodded politely across the crowd, and she smiled back. The annual meeting quickly reached its climax; many were already tipsy, and men from the same department were everywhere, arms tightly around each other's shoulders, downing drinks with great gusto. When the host invited the company president to speak, amidst thunderous applause, an unassuming middle-aged man stood in the center of the stage. At that moment, I couldn't believe this unassuming man was the president. However, after hearing his steady, slightly hoarse voice, I finally believed it. But why was Bobo with him? Could it be...? Sure enough, in his closing remarks, the president introduced the stunningly beautiful woman beside him—his wife, the elegant and beautiful wife. She had finally found her safe haven. Bobo, I sincerely wish you happiness! I silently wished her well in my heart. But why did this blessing have such a sour feeling, so sour that my stomach started to cramp and ache… The annual party ended very late. I was driving on the road, feeling very dizzy. I parked the car on the side of the road not far from home and walked alone down the road, slowly strolling along the riverbank. The chill of the late night sobered me up considerably. The wind rushed in through my collar, making me shiver. I tightened my collar, and a series of questions began to circulate in my mind. I could still see Bobo's gaze on me, a look of disdain mixed with a hint of pleasure, and a hint of murderous intent hidden beneath the president's kind smile. I couldn't help but shudder, tightened my collar, and quickened my pace home. I dared not think any further. If the wickedness, cruelty, and cunning in this were real, they would have killed me twice over. I couldn't help but connect it to the Hanxue incident, and suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, making my hair stand on end. This was not a good omen; there must be some unspeakable conspiracy involved. In the following days, I reverted to my former颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and apathy) self, often lost in thought, silent and withdrawn. Yuan was very worried about me, always trying to use her voluptuous body to ease my sorrow, but sex requires passion and emotion, and I was never in the right state of mind. On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Xiaojian sent me a shocking text message. After reading it, I broke out in a cold sweat and became restless. What made me so terrified? What made me so distraught? The sky was gray, and so was my mood. The rain was about to fall, and the room gradually darkened. I turned on the light; the white light shone on my face like a layer of milky wax. I threw away the burnt-out cigarette butt, but the endless worry and troubles in my heart remained. I've been traveling for work these past few days, running around everywhere, and I'm so exhausted I feel like my body is falling apart. As soon as I got to the hotel, I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the sofa, refusing to get up no matter what. That evening, Xiao Jian called and told me, "Brother Long, big news! This morning, Boma Company issued an appointment letter for a vice president. Guess who it is?" Xiao Jian said cheekily. "Vice president? Hmm, how would I know?" I replied casually while making tea. "It's Ling Bo, the president's wife has been appointed as the new vice president of the group..." "Bo Bo?!" "Yeah, and there's something even stranger. This afternoon, several police officers actually came to the company. I don't know what they're up to, but I saw them stay in President Ling's office for a long time. Hey, Brother Long, is this going to be another big deal?" "Oh... alright, I know. I'll be back tomorrow. That's all for now, bye..." Looking at the restless fish in the fish tank in the corner of the room, I suddenly felt a suffocating feeling and a cursed fear welling up inside me. I quickly picked up the phone and called home. Yuan answered quickly: "Hey, A-Long, have you eaten...?" Before she could finish, I interrupted, "Listen to me first. I have a really bad feeling. Now you have to listen to everything I say and do it right away, okay? Yuan, you're the only person I can trust right now." Yuan was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the line, then happily replied, "Okay, A-Long, I'll listen to whatever you say. Go ahead." ... As the torrential rain poured down, I finally got myself drunk and fell into a deep sleep. Only alcohol could stop my overthinking and quickly lull me to sleep. The next day, as soon as I returned to the company, a new assistant came to inform me that President Ling wanted me to go to her office. "Heh, President Ling, this feels so strange," I sighed, without hesitation, and immediately went to her office. I knocked on the door and went in. She gestured for me to sit down. The woman before me was no longer the glamorous and charming lady from the party. Her long, black hair was piled up like a cloud at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead. She wore light and delicate makeup, and her brows exuded a heroic spirit. The corners of her mouth were slightly parted in a half-smile. Her black dress accentuated her slender waist, and her white cotton shirt was tucked into her black business skirt. Her legs, clad in black stockings, appeared even longer and more shapely in ten-inch heels."Hehe, congratulations on your promotion, Bobo, oh no, I should call you President Ling now." I smiled slightly and said politely. Her expression was like a calm lake, without a ripple, and she said lightly, "Well, I called you here because I wanted to inform you of something. In view of your outstanding performance, the company has decided to reward you with a month-long vacation. Enjoy life." "A long vacation?" I looked at her in surprise, trying to read something from her expression, but I was disappointed. "Yes, this is also the president's idea. Go ahead, have fun, it's good to get some fresh air, but don't go too far..." The distinguished and elegant vice president in front of me, is she my first love, my eternal mark? It's as if I had foreseen all of this after seeing her at the annual meeting. I pretended to be very calm and composed, but my heart was aching terribly. Bobo, you finally got your revenge. I don't blame you, this is the retribution I deserved. Watching her toss a leave form down with her long, slender, white fingers, her few words sent a chill down my spine. I swallowed hard, as if swallowing a bitter pill. I stood up; I knew I had to leave. As I left, I asked her, "Bobo, after I leave, will you forgive me? Will you stop hating me?" "Hahaha..." She shattered the silence, shouting at me in an almost hysterical laugh, "What a joke! How ridiculous! Feilong, who do you think you are? Are you worth my hatred? Haha, it's truly laughable..." I didn't say a word, silently closed the door, and walked out, unaware that tears were glistening on her mocking face, slowly streaming down her cheeks. So this is the pleasure of revenge, she thought. This pleasure might even be addictive. Not long after I left, Bobo picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Tomorrow, as soon as he leaves the house, take action on charges of embezzlement and absconding!" "Okay, no problem..." The sun had already set, and night had fallen once more. The crowded streets, the slowly moving traffic, the city under lockdown, life under lockdown—I suddenly told myself that perhaps I should learn to let go. I didn't tell anyone where I was going, because someone would always know. I wanted to go to a faraway place, a place where I could shout out loud, a place that could purify my soul. Back home, after calming myself, I booked a flight to Kunming. Without the aid of alcohol, I slept more soundly than ever before. The next day, as dawn broke, I woke up, feeling an indescribable sense of relief. I checked my watch; it was only 6 a.m., two hours before my flight. I got up, took a hot shower, and started packing. At 6:30, I figured my favorite soy milk shop should be open. Before leaving, I wanted to go one last time; I wanted to remember that warm taste. Everything went exactly as I had planned, not a minute more, not a second less. Shortly after I drove away from home, two police cars arrived without warning. I saw in my rearview mirror that they were heading straight for my house—yes, my house. My heart sank. It was a trap! My intuition told me that my bank account must have inexplicably gained tens of millions of yuan. Without hesitation, I slammed on the gas and quickly disappeared into this distorted city… "You were once so affectionate, yet so heartless, leaving only endless resentment after our fate is extinguished…" The faint strains of the car radio seemed to pierce my soul. Driving alone on the highway, I pondered my future. After receiving Xiao Jian's call that day, I had a very bad feeling. After the Han Xue incident, everything seemed to have come too smoothly. Promotions, awards, honors—it all seemed to be driven by a hidden hand behind the scenes. So I immediately arranged for Yuan to transfer all my funds to another account, changed our phones and SIM cards, and cut off all means of contact. Then I gave her a new address and told her not to contact anyone and to leave quietly. Finally, after doing all this, I resolutely walked towards the company, stepping into the trap. But at that moment, I felt very calm because I was free of distractions and entanglements. The moment I booked my flight, I guessed that the mastermind behind it all already knew my itinerary, so I planned three routes for myself. At that moment, I thought the person who plotted against me should start to regret their carelessness. Many days later, I set foot on the land I had dreamed of. The Tibetan sky was devoid of birds, withered branches, fallen leaves, and the decay of life. After a few snowfalls, white clouds drifted across the azure sky, and the refreshing air allowed me to enjoy an unprecedented sense of freshness and freedom. Seeing the monks hurrying away, a slanting ray of sunlight accompanying the sunset in the west—all of this was a scene I had never witnessed before, instantly stirring up my long-dormant poetic and artistic sensibilities. Sunset, you are so beautiful! So beautiful! You evoke countless emotions! After dusk, I stayed at a shepherd's house. The primal sincerity and warmth of humanity completely melted my heart. Even the barley wine was intoxicating. I drifted off to sleep against the wool blanket, as sweetly as a baby sleeping in its mother's arms. As the first rays of sunlight on the plateau pierced through the roof and shone beside me, the man who had been drinking the night before woke me, asking me to watch his wife while he went to fetch a doctor. It turned out his wife had been ill for some time. Watching him leave in a hurry, a warmth I had never felt before welled up inside me. I suddenly realized that this was true happiness—a simple, genuine, and shared happiness. But where was my happiness? I thought of Yuan, I thought of Bobo, and tears welled up in my eyes without me even realizing it… I don’t know how much time had passed when the shepherd returned with the doctor. However, the moment my eyes met the doctor’s, we were both shocked and stunned. It was her—Hanxue? I sat on the grass not far away and took a deep drag on my cigarette. The distant snow-capped mountains were dazzling in the sunlight. I closed my eyes and recalled my conversation with Hanxue, a conversation that revealed the truth, a nightmare that seemed to be slowly awakening. Years ago, Hanxue, then a high school sophomore, suddenly suffered a stroke. To care for her seriously ill mother, she had to drop out of school and work part-time at a domestic service company, struggling to earn money for her mother's medicine. Later, by chance, a conglomerate hired Hanxue as a long-term nanny, where she met the company president, Nick Zhu. Hanxue thought she was incredibly lucky and worked even harder to justify the generous pay. However, little did she know that Mr. Nick Zhu was a lecherous devil who had already preyed on countless girls like Hanxue. One night, he drugged Hanxue's tea and then took advantage of her. When Hanxue woke up, she swallowed her bitter pill, choosing not to leave but to compromise, all for the sake of her ailing mother. From then on, Hanxue was transformed from a nanny into Nick Zhu's pet. Then, with the arrival of Lingbo, she was ultimately reduced to a sex toy. It was at the "Hainan Rendez-Vous" exhibition that Nick Zhu met the sexy and glamorous Ling Bo. The two quickly became infatuated, one willing to give and the other willing to receive. Nick was a sadist, while Ling Bo was bisexual. Their life of unrestrained debauchery was decadent and painful, but Han Xue willingly continued this path because Nick paid her handsomely, allowing her mother, paralyzed from a stroke, to receive top-notch hospital care and treatment. Until two years ago, when Han Xue first discovered that Ling Bo had put a slow-acting poison in Nick's tea, her life became even more terrifying and painful, yet she couldn't escape Ling Bo's clutches. Ling Bo had already transferred Han Xue's mother to another hospital, completely controlling her. Afterwards, Ling Bo forced Han Xue to add a fixed amount of slow-acting poison to Nick's food every day. Nick Zhu's health began to deteriorate rapidly. Lingbo then arranged for Hanxue to enter Boma Company, thereby controlling various bank accounts and siphoning off huge sums of money, starting with hundreds of thousands and then increasing to millions. Until the scheme was exposed, the amount Lingbo had secretly instructed Hanxue to manipulate far exceeded 8 million. But at this time, for some reason, Nick's health seemed to improve somewhat. So Lingbo accelerated her plan, preparing to control the entire company's economic lifeline. She first made Hanxue hand over 7 million, then transferred 1 million to my account, thus framing me. Hanxue's words left me speechless with shock. Truly vicious, killing three birds with one stone! But things didn't go as planned. Fate seemed to favor me. During that time, Boma's performance declined, severely impacting the interests of the board members. So, no matter how much Lingbo pleaded with Nick to let her take charge of the company, he refused. Although his private life was one of debauchery, Boma was, after all, the company he had built from scratch. His business acumen hadn't been completely eroded by lust. With the constant encouragement of the other three vice presidents, I became Boma's CFO without any major problems. I was completely unaware of this, thinking my efforts were finally paying off. In reality, I had stepped into a whirlpool of traps, where I could be wiped out at any moment.Perhaps, thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a chill. After Hanxue was kicked out of the company, she accidentally stole her mother's hospital address from Lingbo's room, only to find out that her mother had passed away a year ago. Overwhelmed with grief and despair, Hanxue packed her bags and fled that very night. She eventually ended up here, becoming a village doctor. A conspiracy was laid bare before me, yet my usually panicked and weary heart was now strangely calm. If I revealed the truth, no one would believe me now, and that would likely hasten Nick Zhu's death, leaving me completely implicated. It seems the saying is true: "The most poisonous heart is a woman's." I threw away my cigarette butt and crushed it with my toe. Damn it, no poison, no manly man. Bobo, don't blame me. Since I could hurt you once, I can hurt you again. A daring plan gradually took shape in my mind. Time flew by, and a month later, I returned to Boma Company. After a period of reflection, my mindset had improved significantly. I remained silent in the face of my colleagues' pointing fingers and unfounded speculations. The million yuan in my account had already been deposited back into Boma Company's account, and I had a leave form in hand, so I could return to the company without any problems. When I met Lingbo at the elevator, I smiled at her, revealing my six pearly white teeth. She frowned, glanced at me, and quickly walked past me. Bobo, our battle has just begun… Meanwhile, my plan was proceeding methodically… To show something to others, you must first give something in return. Therefore, I decided to start with the vice presidents who had followed the president for many years. Mr. Lu is young, promising, and dashing. At thirty, he's already a vice president. They say middle-aged men have the strongest lust, but Mr. Lu is no exception. All the most beautiful women in the world are his cup of tea. He'd give up everything for a single smile. So, I arranged for a Spanish girl to be smuggled from abroad. She had naturally captivating eyes, skin as white as a snow lotus, and an undeniably youthful face. Although her figure was a little immature, I knew Mr. Lu liked this type. He was utterly powerless against such temptation. When I handed the girl to Mr. Lu, he eagerly began to inspect her. Afterward, he took her away, weeping with joy. I chuckled darkly. Mr. Lu, you'd better study and develop her thoroughly. Don't let my efforts go to waste. Mr. Huang is an antique enthusiast. His passion has transcended mere collecting; it has extended to an interest in ancient culture and geography. He's frequently seen on television appraisal programs, speaking eloquently and knowledgeably. I know he secretly longs for a time machine, allowing him to freely travel between ancient and modern times, experiencing the differences in customs and traditions. For Mr. Huang's sake, I went to great lengths. I had someone go to the American company TISI and spent a fortune acquiring a high-tech synthetic machine that allows people to freely roam the void according to their thoughts in a meditative state. Watching Mr. Huang, wearing glasses, busily working around the machine, I quietly left, satisfied. Mr. Zhu seems to be born this kind of person—a powerful figure who has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. Such people are the most terrifying opponents because there are very few things in this world that can move them; in other words, it's extremely difficult to find a weakness in them. Fortunately, Mr. Zhu and I were classmates and close friends during our studies in France. No one knew this secret, and we agreed to keep it a secret after returning to China. This was all because of a blood oath we made when we joined Boma Company—to take control of the Boma Group. For years, we had been struggling to find an opportunity to act. Now, with this enormous opportunity before us, our long-buried ambitions were stirring. It was time for Mr. Zhu to utilize his vast resources. When Boma's president, Nick Zhu, was on the verge of death at Changguang Private Luxury Nursing Hospital, Mr. Zhu secretly arranged for him to be transferred to one of his hospitals. He spent a fortune hiring a renowned American ICU doctor to treat him. The results were remarkable; within a week, the president was able to get out of bed and was very talkative. A young and beautiful postdoctoral nurse was specially hired to act as his companion—essentially, for brainwashing. About a month passed, and Mr. Zhu and I were quite certain that it was time to close the net. So we took our positions and prepared to unleash a massive upheaval within the Boma Group. That day, I had just returned home when I received a call. "Bobo!" "Ah Long, are you free tonight? Can you come over for a drink?" The voice on the other end sounded unusually weary. "Um… okay, send me the address, I'll be right there." I hesitated for a few seconds, but still agreed. On the eve of my counterattack, I should see her. Some things can't be completely resolved, and I think I still harbored a sliver of hope for her. At 9 pm, I appeared at a villa. The scenery was beautiful, the vegetation lush, and the property seemed expensive. Elegant piano music drifted from the room. In the dim light, she looked at me with a sorrowful and complex gaze. Ten years had passed. Sometimes I asked myself, what kind of pain had I caused Bobo? If it were me, I would have also succumbed to hatred. I often pray in my heart, Bobo, please forgive me. It's my fault. It's my fault that we haven't been able to share the joys of this world together for the past ten years. It's my fault that you've become so cold. I know we can no longer eat and laugh together like we did ten years ago. We're now standing in two opposing worlds, helplessly, helplessly… In silence, two bottles of wine were quickly finished. Lingbo's fair cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes became hazy. She began to talk to herself, "Sometimes I think about it, about us. Sometimes a small object can trigger a whole string of memories. About you, about us, I remember every single word clearly. The laughter, the playfulness, what has time changed? Actually, nothing. All that's left is that I've grown to hate you more and more, trapped in hatred from the past until now, unable to extricate myself. My dear Long…" "Do you know? After you abandoned me all those years ago, what kind of pain I went through? My parents' scolding, my classmates' discrimination, going to the hospital alone, enduring that heart-wrenching pain all by myself. Do you know, all of this was caused by you..." The woman before me spoke calmly, as if telling someone else's story, but I knew the hardship in her heart. First love is beautiful, but it's also fragile, easily leading to irreparable mistakes due to naivety, enough to ruin a person's life... I picked up a tissue and gently wiped away the tears that silently fell from her cheeks. "Bobo, I know I can no longer ask for your forgiveness. I only hope that we can let go of all this from now on, stop living in hatred, and be happy, okay?" "Happy, happy?" Lingbo murmured to herself, "Do you think I can still be happy?" "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I knew my feelings for her were lost in that heavy snow ten years ago, replaced by ten years of guilt and regret, while she reaped a lifetime of hatred. "Bobo, I hope we can both let go, really, I don't want us to be alone for the rest of our lives." "Lonely? Haha..." The woman before me began to laugh wildly and wantonly. "I haven't been lonely at all these past ten years. I've slept with all sorts of men, enjoying unparalleled orgasms every night. Thousands have fallen at my feet. I live like a queen, how could I be lonely?" Her face grew increasingly sorrowful. I sighed. Hatred truly destroys everything! A period of my most innocent memories created a distorted hatred, and a warped society shaped our lives. Money and status were everything to us; love had nothing to do with us. Money made lust more romantic and exciting. Men and women engaged in a passionate, fiery struggle over money, a bloody conquest and game. If all of this was due to hatred, it would be more accurate to say that we were both consumed by desire. "Dragon, kiss me, okay?" Bobo looked at me with her glistening, expectant eyes. Over a decade of emotional entanglement, like a complex mixture of grains and the myriad flavors of life, suddenly made me feel that nothing else mattered. I wanted to soothe the broken heart of the woman before me. I gently kissed every inch of her skin, occasionally lingering on certain spots, my tongue tracing a lingering path, sending ripples of pleasure through me. Gasps and moans gradually filled the air. Two bodies, once again entangled after ten years, merged together, but two broken hearts could never be reunited. We only wanted to use the most frenzied passion to mend and demand, to heal the wounds within us. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, accompanied by intermittent moans, filled the room. With Bobo's frenzied rise and fall, I could clearly see a lewd, shimmering bond between our genitals, tightly connecting us.We joined together. I felt her wetness, she succumbed to my hardness, and because of the rapid speed, white foam began to rise at our point of contact, the "gurgling" sounds creating a symphony of climax. "Dragon, ah dragon... I... ah... I'm coming... ah... I'm going to die..." Lingbo gripped my hand tightly, feeling that familiar, intoxicating climax about to arrive. At this moment, she was completely out of consciousness, moving entirely with my movements, and in her unconscious state, she didn't even know what she was saying. At this moment, I increased the speed to its maximum, an unprecedented high-speed movement. "Ah... ah... I'm going to die... ah!" She finally reached her peak under my powerful and rapid thrusts, I could clearly feel waves of spasms and contractions, like sucking and biting, and I could no longer suppress my pleasure, tensing my sphincter muscles, trembling, trembling as rapidly as she did. We silently felt the intense, scalding torrents washing over each other's bodies, the only sound in the room our panting. It seemed nothing of tomorrow mattered anymore. The next day, I entered the company, passing Lingbo's office. We exchanged a fleeting glance through the glass; everything seemed calm. But that very afternoon, several police officers stormed into Boma Company—"Regarding Hanxue's embezzlement of public funds last year, since the person involved surrendered herself yesterday, the xxx agency has officially launched an investigation. We hope everyone will cooperate. We now request your company's finance manager to come with us to assist in completing the investigation." Hearing this, I calmly stood up, gave Lingbo a meaningful look, and then followed them into the police car. Everyone in the company stared in disbelief as the police car drove away, then erupted in chaos. Some whispered amongst themselves, others seemed lost in thought… In the vice president's office, though outwardly calm, a storm was brewing beneath the surface. Lingbo could no longer remain seated. After hurriedly making several phone calls, she notified everyone in the company to leave work early, and then sped away in her sports car. At this time, after successfully diverting her attention to the news of Hanxue's surrender, I was leisurely being "interrogated" in a VIP room of a club. No one could suspect the flaws hidden deep within all of this—in fact, I had already bought off all the relevant personnel in charge of this case. Meanwhile, elsewhere, Mr. Nick Zhu, the seemingly recovered president, was summoning the three vice presidents who had worked with him. These three vividly recounted the background of Ling Bo and the entire conspiracy to kill him. Throughout the process, Mr. Nick Zhu's mouth twitched incessantly, and finally, he couldn't help but cough rapidly, spitting out a stream of blood mixed with white foam. After the entire "truth" was read aloud, the president was too weak to even curse, muttering only simple words like "bitch" and "slut." His mind was completely out of control. Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Mr. Nick aged overnight, his hand trembling as he reached out and removed the pendant from his neck. From the large gemstone, he pulled out a TIFF card containing the account for 51% of the group's shares and his fingerprint signature. The frail president, panting, explained his imminent death and made his only request: save Boma… As soon as he finished speaking, blood gushed from his swollen face, making him look horribly gruesome. Of course, the TIFF card quickly ended up in my hands. Meanwhile, Lingbo, having been exposed, was packing up the valuables in the safe, preparing to flee. But then the sirens outside the window began to sound urgently… What followed was crystal clear. With the entire group under my and Boss Zhu's control, Boma was essentially defunct. In the following days, the Boma company's economic case passed its final trial and a verdict was handed down. Lingbo, for instructing others to embezzle public funds and poisoning, was ultimately sentenced to 20 years in prison for embezzlement and intentional injury. Seeing the woman I had once harmed being harmed again by my own actions, I felt a pang of pain in my heart, a genuine sense of remorse. But in this distorted society, if you don't become strong, you'll forever live at the bottom. I believed this distorted value system like a motto. Years later, however, I proved this point with my own painful experience (which will be recounted in a future sequel). Of course, I had tried my best to show mercy to Lingbo, not killing her, but she had to endure a period of utter darkness. Decades later, she would be the owner of a luxurious seaside villa, peacefully spending her later years there—but that's a story for another time, and I won't elaborate here. Watching the waves rise and fall, crashing against the rocks with a deafening roar, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Goodbye to my youthful ignorance, to the loves and hates of the past, goodbye, Bobo… Peaceful years always fly by; in the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and it's time for another annual meeting. As the president of Huawei Group (the predecessor of Boma), I presented a series of awards as is customary. The three former vice presidents, Mr. Lu, Mr. Huang, and Mr. Zhu, have long since retired from the company's management and are now enjoying their own hobbies. Today, Huawei Group has produced even more outstanding management elites, and I have every reason to believe that they will shape Huawei's future even more concretely and vividly. At the end of the annual meeting, when I publicly announced that Xiao Jian, as a veteran contributor, had been promoted to CFO of Huawei, his jaw dropped so wide it almost touched the ground. I will never forget those who have been kind to me. Xiao Jian, trembling with fear at the prospect of being appointed, pressed me for an answer: "Brother Long, I have a question. You know me—greedy and lecherous, utterly useless. Why did you give me this position?" I smiled without answering, took out a hundred-yuan bill and an empty photo frame, and said, "Though you are greedy and lecherous, you have a loyal and steadfast heart. Your greed is to accumulate more wealth, and I gave you this opportunity. Your lechery is to seize a wonderful life. What do these two things represent? This hundred-yuan bill represents pure money, while this photo frame represents the dream and goal that every one of us at Huawei strives for. A hundred years from now, you will all have a place in this small family. Life is so short; no amount of money can hold onto our youth. What we can hold onto is the ideal, the belief, and the recognition we have as Huawei employees. I wish everyone here will become a part of our big family in this group photo." As soon as I finished speaking, thunderous applause poured down. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Xiao Jian frantically wiping away the tears streaming down his cheeks… The year-end party had barely ended when I received a call from Zhu Zhishan (General Manager Zhu): “Ah Long, you’d better fly over here right now! I can’t handle this alone, oh… look, those two sluts down there are practically biting my big cock off! Damn, they’re fighting over it, almost coming to blows! I have to grab one in each hand, even making this call is a struggle, oh, and the one in my mouth is being fed to me too, waah… I can’t say anymore, you, you hurry up… ah…” “Hahaha…” I took off my headphones, rubbed my throbbing temples, stretched, opened the car door, and got in. Tonight, all I want is to go home! Home! A warm home! At home, there was delicious food, an adorable two-year-old baby, and my beloved woman with her delicate, fair feet… The car sped along the riverside avenue, the sunset illuminating the road ahead. A warmth, a sense of peace, a brand new life awaited me. —Oh, I forgot to call that damned Xiao Jian! “Xiao Jian!” “Hey! Big brother, what do you say? Ah? Ah! Ah! No way? —No—” “That’s an order, hahaha, you have to treat her well, or I won’t forgive you!” “Okay…” “Don’t be so smug, hehe, this kind of woman is perfect for you. Train her well. Remember, cherish this gift your big brother gave you, don’t lose it—” “Ah—” The other end of the phone seemed to hit something, everything finally turning into a dial tone. I finally burst into laughter, laughing out the last trace of worry in my heart. Now it was my own time. Leaning against the railing, listening to the wind and rain, calmly observing the path of life. A carefree and joyful life, how many lifetimes are there!My sphincter tightened, and a tremor ran through me, a tremor as rapid as hers. We silently felt the intense, scalding torrents washing over each other's bodies, the only sound in the room our panting. It seemed nothing of the future concerned us. The next day, I walked into the company, passing Lingbo's office. We exchanged a fleeting glance through the glass; everything seemed calm. But that very afternoon, several police officers stormed into Boma Company—"Regarding the case of Hanxue's embezzlement of public funds last year, since the person involved surrendered herself yesterday, the xxx agency has officially launched an investigation. We hope everyone will cooperate with the investigation. We now request that your company's finance manager come with us to assist in completing the investigation." Hearing this, I calmly stood up, gave Lingbo a meaningful look, and then followed them into the police car and left. Everyone in the company stared in disbelief as the police car drove away, then erupted into a cacophony of whispers and thoughtful glances. Inside the vice president's office, though outwardly calm, a turbulent undercurrent was brewing. Lingbo could no longer remain seated. After hurriedly making several phone calls, she informed everyone to leave work early, then sped away in her sports car. At this moment, after successfully diverting her attention to the news of Hanxue's surrender, I was leisurely undergoing "interrogation" in a VIP room of a club. No one could suspect the flaws hidden deep within—in fact, I had already bought out all the relevant personnel in charge of this case. Meanwhile, elsewhere, Mr. Nick Zhu, the seemingly recovered president, was summoning the three vice presidents who had worked with him. These three vividly recounted the background of Ling Bo and the entire conspiracy to kill him. Throughout the process, Mr. Nick Zhu's lips twitched incessantly. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and coughed rapidly, spitting out a stream of blood mixed with white foam. After the entire "truth" was read aloud, the president was too weak to even curse, muttering only simple words like "bitch" and "slut." His mind was completely out of control. Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Mr. Nick aged overnight, his hand trembling as he reached out and removed the pendant from his neck. From the large gemstone, he pulled out a TIFF card containing the account for 51% of the group's shares and his fingerprint signature. The frail president, panting, explained his imminent death and made his only request: save Boma… As soon as he finished speaking, blood gushed from his swollen face, making him look horribly gruesome. Of course, the TIFF card quickly ended up in my hands. Meanwhile, Lingbo, having been exposed, was packing up the valuables in the safe, preparing to flee. But then the sirens outside the window began to sound urgently… What followed was crystal clear. With the entire group under my and Boss Zhu's control, Boma was essentially defunct. In the following days, the Boma company's economic case passed its final trial and a verdict was handed down. Lingbo, for instructing others to embezzle public funds and poisoning, was ultimately sentenced to 20 years in prison for embezzlement and intentional injury. Seeing the woman I had once harmed being harmed again by my own actions, I felt a pang of pain in my heart, a genuine sense of remorse. But in this distorted society, if you don't become strong, you'll forever live at the bottom. I believed this distorted value system like a motto. Years later, however, I proved this point with my own painful experience (which will be recounted in a future sequel). Of course, I had tried my best to show mercy to Lingbo, not killing her, but she had to endure a period of utter darkness. Decades later, she would be the owner of a luxurious seaside villa, peacefully spending her later years there—but that's a story for another time, and I won't elaborate here. Watching the waves rise and fall, crashing against the rocks with a deafening roar, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Goodbye to my youthful ignorance, to the loves and hates of the past, goodbye, Bobo… Peaceful years always fly by; in the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and it's time for another annual meeting. As the president of Huawei Group (the predecessor of Boma), I presented a series of awards as is customary. The three former vice presidents, Mr. Lu, Mr. Huang, and Mr. Zhu, have long since retired from the company's management and are now enjoying their own hobbies. Today, Huawei Group has produced even more outstanding management elites, and I have every reason to believe that they will shape Huawei's future even more concretely and vividly. At the end of the annual meeting, when I publicly announced that Xiao Jian, as a veteran contributor, had been promoted to CFO of Huawei, his jaw dropped so wide it almost touched the ground. I will never forget those who have been kind to me. Xiao Jian, trembling with fear at the prospect of being appointed, pressed me for an answer: "Brother Long, I have a question. You know me—greedy and lecherous, utterly useless. Why did you give me this position?" I smiled without answering, took out a hundred-yuan bill and an empty photo frame, and said, "Though you are greedy and lecherous, you have a loyal and steadfast heart. Your greed is to accumulate more wealth, and I gave you this opportunity. Your lechery is to seize a wonderful life. What do these two things represent? This hundred-yuan bill represents pure money, while this photo frame represents the dream and goal that every one of us at Huawei strives for. A hundred years from now, you will all have a place in this small family. Life is so short; no amount of money can hold onto our youth. What we can hold onto is the ideal, the belief, and the recognition we have as Huawei employees. I wish everyone here will become a part of our big family in this group photo." As soon as I finished speaking, thunderous applause poured down. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Xiao Jian frantically wiping away the tears streaming down his cheeks… The year-end party had barely ended when I received a call from Zhu Zhishan (General Manager Zhu): “Ah Long, you’d better fly over here right now! I can’t handle this alone, oh… look, those two sluts down there are practically biting my big cock off! Damn, they’re fighting over it, almost coming to blows! I have to grab one in each hand, even making this call is a struggle, oh, and the one in my mouth is being fed to me too, waah… I can’t say anymore, you, you hurry up… ah…” “Hahaha…” I took off my headphones, rubbed my throbbing temples, stretched, opened the car door, and got in. Tonight, all I want is to go home! Home! A warm home! At home, there was delicious food, an adorable two-year-old baby, and my beloved woman with her delicate, fair feet… The car sped along the riverside avenue, the sunset illuminating the road ahead. A warmth, a sense of peace, a brand new life awaited me. —Oh, I forgot to call that damned Xiao Jian! “Xiao Jian!” “Hey! Big brother, what do you say? Ah? Ah! Ah! No way? —No—” “That’s an order, hahaha, you have to treat her well, or I won’t forgive you!” “Okay…” “Don’t be so smug, hehe, this kind of woman is perfect for you. Train her well. Remember, cherish this gift your big brother gave you, don’t lose it—” “Ah—” The other end of the phone seemed to hit something, everything finally turning into a dial tone. I finally burst into laughter, laughing out the last trace of worry in my heart. Now it was my own time. Leaning against the railing, listening to the wind and rain, calmly observing the path of life. A carefree and joyful life, how many lifetimes are there!My sphincter tightened, and a tremor ran through me, a tremor as rapid as hers. We silently felt the intense, scalding torrents washing over each other's bodies, the only sound in the room our panting. It seemed nothing of the future concerned us. The next day, I walked into the company, passing Lingbo's office. We exchanged a fleeting glance through the glass; everything seemed calm.

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