The tenderness of a scumbag teacher

(I)
My dream of owning a small shop in Dongmen dates back to my school days. My school wasn't far from Dongmen, and every day after class at noon, my best female classmate and I would go shopping in those boutiques. Because we were short of money, we couldn't afford many of the pretty dresses and boots we liked. Sometimes, I'd spend my entire month's allowance on a fake rhinestone flower, admiring myself in the mirror, feeling incredibly happy.
The year I took the college entrance exam, there were a lot of applicants, making the competition fierce. I disappointed my parents, not even passing the minimum score for a junior college. I spent the entire summer vacation at home, utterly dejected, not seeing anyone.
One day, I received a call from my best female classmate. She had been admitted to Beijing Institute of Technology and was about to leave Shenzhen for Beijing to study.
She said, "Amy, don't be so bored at home. There are many paths in life. Come out, let's go shopping in Dongmen, okay?" At that moment, a bold idea suddenly sprouted in my mind. I was facing the problem of employment, and I had to find something to make a living while also realizing my own value. Although I had no capital, I had plenty of time. Why not start trying my plan to open a shop in Dongmen?
I spent the entire summer worrying about start-up capital. My mother secretly gave me 20,000 yuan, but that was just a drop in the bucket, not even enough to pay the rent for the shop. Just when I was at my wit's end, I received a phone call that would change my life.
(II)
Zhou Hong's happy and fulfilling family life was well-known at school. His wife was a director at a TV station, in charge of a TV travel program, and his son attended the best private kindergarten in Shenzhen. To outsiders, Zhou Hong and his wife's relationship seemed like a perfect match. His lesson plan covers were covered with pictures of his wife's beautiful photos, and he would stand in the corridor after class and chat on the phone with his wife for hours. Although I was once very infatuated with him because of my teenage turmoil when I first entered the class, such a happy family made it hard to penetrate. When I received his call to meet him, I thought it was just a teacher offering words of comfort to a student who had failed their college entrance exam.
We met alone for the first time at the local bar. He was still wearing a suit, but perhaps because of the change in our roles, his attitude towards me felt slightly different. At school, he called me by my full name. But now, he affectionately called me "Amy," "Little Amy," and even added my name to the beginning of a sentence, making it "My Little Amy." He asked me with concern about my plans, whether I intended to repeat a year of high school. I could tell he really wanted me to repeat, and he promised to find a way to get me back into his class. But I told him I didn't plan to study anymore. Because of his gentleness and thoughtfulness, or perhaps because of the lingering scent of his cologne, I gradually lowered my guard, and I could tell his concern for me was genuine.
That meeting lasted until midnight the next day. I was shocked to realize how late it was and immediately got up to go home.
He tried to stop me, saying, "My wife won't be home until five or six in the morning. Could you stay a little longer?"
I was taken aback. Seeing my undisguised surprise, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "In your eyes, I must be a man who couldn't be happier, right? Yes, if my wife comes home on time every day.
I actually love her very much."
Perhaps out of shared misery, or perhaps out of curiosity, I found myself inexplicably going with Zhou Hong to their home, the fairytale love nest everyone talked about. Zhou Hong's son was only picked up by the nanny on weekends; usually, only Zhou Hong and a fifty-year-old nanny from Jiangsu lived there. The large room felt unimaginably empty and cold. As soon as I stepped into the entryway, I immediately understood the loneliness in Zhou Hong's smile. Caught
completely off guard, I entered the bedroom, before the lights were on, when Zhou Hong suddenly hugged me tightly from behind, rambling incoherently, saying that he had liked me from the first day he saw me, and had been infatuated with me for three years. He said he only had the courage to confess his feelings to me without feeling guilty when I wasn't his student. I
was stunned by the sudden turn of events, and before I could think clearly, I was pushed onto the soft Simmons mattress. Although I had just turned eighteen, I was more voluptuous and beautiful than girls my age, and I would shamelessly say I was the kind of girl who would attract everyone's attention.
I had imagined a thousand times over all the qualities my future husband should possess; he should be almost perfect, with a strong financial foundation, a wise mind, and the gentlest temperament. Zhou Hong could be considered to have all the advantages, but he was already someone else's husband. As Zhou Hong undressed me, he repeatedly said that I wouldn't have to worry about the start-up capital at all, and he would do everything he could to help me. I felt like a drowning person seeing a ray of light, and I completely gave up my hypocritical resistance.
All of this happened so quickly that I didn't even have time to figure out a way out. I had become Zhou Hong's mistress, forever branded with the infamous label of a third party. It was only much later that I realized that this stain could never be erased.
(III)
I left the palatial house before dawn, despite Zhou Hong's repeated attempts to persuade me to stay out of guilt. He said that as long as I stayed in the guest room and didn't come out, his wife wouldn't see me at all. His wife was a workaholic, returning home exhausted every day, quickly drinking a glass of strong red wine and falling asleep. No amount of noise could wake her. Zhou Hong told me bitterly that they rarely slept together, sometimes even once a month, and sometimes he would find his wife asleep while they were making love.
Zhou Hong kept his word, and a week later, he helped me rent a shop of about 20 square meters in Dongmen. During
my free time, Zhou Hong accompanied me to various trendy small commodity wholesale markets throughout Guangdong, and with his discerning eye, he made choices for me that would later prove to be extremely commercially valuable. He not only paid for all my purchases but also exceeded the budget by more than 10,000 yuan. I think every woman would want to fall in love with a generous man who can make decisions and take decisive action for her. I was already trapped in a quagmire of sin.
(IV)
When winter vacation arrived, my best friend returned to Shenzhen from Beijing Institute of Technology. We chatted all night long. Under my persistent questioning, my girlfriend finally admitted that something was wrong. She hesitated for a long time before pulling an envelope from her bag. Seeing the familiar handwriting, I almost had a hallucination – it was from Zhou Hong. Opening it, apart from the signature "girlfriend," every word was exactly the same as what Zhou Hong had written to me. My girlfriend showed me the date.
She had just gotten off the train from Shenzhen to Beijing when she received Zhou Hong's first letter, which read: "I fell in love with you at first sight. I've been obsessed with you for three years..."
With my nonchalant response, I learned from my girlfriend the whole story of Zhou Hong and her. It even included how he begged her to stay at his home. The train ticket in her bag was for the very next morning. He generously said, "It's okay, if you're late, I'll buy you a plane ticket." My girlfriend told me that Zhou Hong's father-in-law was a wealthy real estate tycoon in Shenzhen, with more money than he could ever spend. Therefore, it was impossible for Zhou Hong to leave his wife and such a prominent family for anyone else. From the moment I learned the truth about Zhou Hong, all I wanted was to sever ties with his past and not let anyone know that I was just one of his countless transactions.
(V)
I closed my small shop and fell seriously ill. I stayed at home for over a month. We lost contact. My girlfriend, the open-minded type, told me they had gone on another date. Since he paid anyway, she took the opportunity to extort a hefty sum, asking for a Versace bag and a Chanel fur coat. When I jokingly suggested I try to extort some too, she blinked without any objection: "Really, I know he buys lipstick for other girls."
Valentine's Day arrived that year, and my girlfriend called me, inviting me to a Valentine's Day dating event for fashionable men and women in Shenzhen. Many upper-class men and women also took advantage of the event to celebrate the holiday for lovers.
I went and was surprised to see Zhou Hong and his wife. The TV station was filming a Valentine's Day special, and Zhou Hong was quietly pointing out his smug mother to his son. The woman wasn't the glitz and glamour I'd imagined. She possessed the gentle elegance of an intellectual woman and the commanding presence of a powerful businesswoman. Suddenly, I understood Zhou Hong's disappointment.
Behind such an excellent wife, he harbored an extraordinary need for conquest. The setbacks and pressures I faced provided him with an opportunity for self-gratification.
When Zhou Hong's wife stood before me wishing me a happy Valentine's Day, Zhou Hong, pale-faced, watched me from two meters away, fearing any move I made would threaten him. My smile was genuine, even heartfelt. Zhou Hong's wife asked for my shop's address; she wanted to be my customer. Life is so dramatic, yet I was destined to forever bow my head in shame before this woman who could potentially become my friend.
A month later, I borrowed money from my aunt in Hong Kong at the bank's interest rate, completely paying off Zhou Hong's debt. Besides in my own heart, I wanted everyone to see me as a good child. To one day have a Valentine's Day that belongs to a good child.
[The End]

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