Love and sex with a woman eight years older than me

Love and Sex with a Woman Eight Years Older Than Me
In 2000, I took leave from the government agency where I had worked for two years, leaving behind the suffocating environment. With my sister's help, I found a job at her friend's company. Actually, my family thought I wouldn't be able to handle the work environment of a private company and wouldn't last long, especially my sister. However, to my sister's surprise, I stayed there for three whole years, and even more unexpectedly, I developed a deeply impactful relationship with this woman.

My sister told me she was divorced and had dated several men, but all relationships ended in failure, and she was even cheated out of money. So she became disillusioned and didn't plan to date again. But her business flourished, and now she's the richest among her classmates, a veritable heiress.

Before I met her, I was genuinely worried about working for someone like her, because in my mind, single, wealthy women were all eccentric and difficult to get along with. But after spending time with her, I discovered she was actually a very nice person. All the employees in the company affectionately called her Sister Wang. She was in her early thirties, with a fair complexion without a single wrinkle, a full figure, and a great sense of style. She was efficient and decisive at work, a truly charming woman.

Because I longed to escape the constraints of my family, I decided to rent an apartment. With my sister's help, I moved into Sister Wang's office suite on the second floor of the company building—Sister Wang's bedroom, which she had never actually lived in! This was a small company that combined kitchenware sales and kitchen design and renovation. The company was still developing and had about twenty employees, mostly women.

Because the company was in an expansion phase, management and daily operations were rather chaotic. When I first joined, I didn't have any real work and was often just filling in. However, because I cherished the opportunity to work independently, I put in a lot of effort, often finding my own work to do, and I never cared about salary. (My family is well-off; I receive 70% of my salary, so I'm not short of money.) Sister Wang is a meticulous person; she silently observed everything I did, and she seemed to have noticed some of my opinions about company management and daily operations.

One time after working overtime, Sister Wang took everyone out to dinner. After dinner, instead of going home as usual, she drove me back to the company. Once there, she had a long talk with me. I mustered my courage and shared my views and some ideas with Sister Wang, and she listened very attentively. Finally, she said, "Okay, that's enough for today. It's late, you should rest."

The next day, Sister Wang called my first company-wide meeting, where she surprisingly announced that I would be the company manager, responsible for the management of the company's daily operations. The following days were the most successful time of my life; everything went smoothly. Because of the clear rewards and punishments, the employees were very enthusiastic, and Sister Wang's excellent interpersonal skills brought the company a steady stream of profits. Sister Wang also trusted me more and more, and even when I occasionally made mistakes, I received her tolerance and encouragement.

The following spring, the company received a large project: the installation and design of kitchen appliances for the first phase of the municipal tax system's residential housing project. This was a very profitable project, so I paid close attention to it after the project started, and I would take time almost every day to go to the construction site to ensure quality. During that time, I often went to the construction site in the afternoon and didn't return to the company until evening. Sister Wang would often drive to pick me up from the construction site, buy me clothes, and take me out to eat. At that time, I didn't think about anything else, until the night after the first phase of the project was completed and we treated the tax bureau leaders to dinner, everything changed! Because the second and third phases of the project were equally profitable, it was inevitable to treat those old men at the tax bureau to meals and drinks and give them red envelopes. That night, I witnessed Sister Wang's drinking capacity for the first time, and I also drank a lot of alcohol for someone else for the first time. It was the first time I had seen a woman drink so much for the sake of life, and also have to deal with the lewd words and "groping hands" of many lustful men. I suddenly didn't know where I got the courage, so I took Sister Wang's glass and drank a lot for her. After dinner, Sister Wang was already drunk, but she still forced herself to stay with me until we got a room and some prostitutes for the leaders before leaving the hotel.

She was practically paralyzed in the car. She handed me the keys, said, "Can you drive?", and then fell silent. Having only recently gotten my driver's license, I actually drove her home that night. Once we got home, she started vomiting incessantly. I had barely finished cleaning up when she vomited again, and it wasn't until dawn that she calmed down. I don't know when, but I also fell asleep on the edge of the bed. When I woke up, it was already 3 PM. Luckily, it was the weekend, so I didn't have to work.

After waking up, I looked around and realized I was at Sister Wang's house; my head was throbbing. Just then, Sister Wang came out of the kitchen in her pajamas and said to me, "I was going to have you sleep in the bed, but you were sleeping so soundly I didn't wake you. Go take a shower and change into the new clothes I bought you." After I showered and changed, I came out to find food already laid out on the table. She sat down at the table and beckoned me over. Her cooking was really good; every dish was delicious. Perhaps I was really hungry, because I started eating. After a long time, I noticed she hadn't eaten and was just staring at me with tearful eyes. I asked her, "Sister, what's wrong?" She didn't answer; tears were already streaming down her face. I reached out to hold her hand to comfort her, but she gripped it tightly.

Suddenly, I felt like a grown man. I got up, went over, and hugged her, letting her lean against me. She suddenly turned and hugged me, bursting into tears. Her trembling body filled me with tenderness, but also ignited a fire within me. I lowered my head to kiss her, and her lips met mine quickly and precisely, her soft tongue slipping inside. Sucking on her slightly sweet tongue, inhaling the scent of Lanc?me perfume, my desire was gradually aroused. I picked her up; she was somewhat heavy, but that only fueled my latent desire to conquer.

I placed her on the large bed, tore open her nightgown, revealing her breasts in their entirety. They were breasts that no man could resist—full, white, and firm. I impulsively lowered my head and began to suckle them passionately, and she moaned as she started to undress me. My lips slowly moved down from her chest, tracing every inch of her skin; she was completely aroused. As I kissed her clitoris through her thick pubic hair, her body trembled. She ran her hands through my hair, caressing it, and began to moan loudly. My tongue repeatedly grazed her clitoris, guiding her to its peak. She moaned, her legs clamping tightly around my head, her penis throbbing intensely and persistently. When I kissed her breasts a second time, she began to grasp my penis, guiding me into her. She wasn't my first woman, but she was the one who ignited my passion the most. As I entered her, she trembled again; her vagina was now a wet, warm embrace, tightly enveloping me. With each powerful thrust, she almost screamed. I felt her vaginal fluids gushing out, and I heard the sounds of impact and soft hissing. With a heavy groan from her throat, she climaxed again.

That afternoon, we tried different positions, making love countless times, each time bringing both of us to ecstasy. In the evening, we lay on her large bed on the thirteenth floor of her house. The setting sun gilded her fair, full body, and she slept soundly in my arms like a child. Looking at her beautiful face, I kissed her tenderly. When I awoke again, moonlight filled the room. She was still fast asleep, a smile on her face.

Looking at this beautiful and capable woman, I couldn't imagine what kind of life she had lived. I only knew that she had a fragile heart, like all women, yearning for tenderness and care. If she gave me a chance, I would do everything I could to take care of her. But at this moment, I wasn't even sure if she was truly interested in me, or if it was just one of many sexual experiences for this wealthy woman. I was lost in my own thoughts.

Although it was spring, the nights were still quite chilly, and the heating wasn't as strong as in winter. We were both naked and a little cold. She seemed cold too, curling up closer to me. I reached out and hugged her. She woke up! She looked at me with sleepy eyes, smiling, her rosy face like that of a shy little girl. Her hand stroked my chest, without looking at me, and she whispered, "You're so good!" That night we talked a lot. We talked about my ex-girlfriends, her unhappy marriage, her lovely daughter who was being fostered by her parents, and the hardships of living alone. She cried, saying she could see that I protected her among the employees, often supporting her, and that I took care of her during social events. She said she liked my sunny and sincere personality, and also my tall and handsome appearance, but she was divorced and had a daughter, and she cried even harder. I hugged her and told her I would take care of her for the rest of my life. She looked at me and asked, "Really?" I nodded, and she hugged me again, saying, "Never leave me for the rest of your life!"

Another passionate kiss, caresses, and the ensuing passion. My body was exhausted, yet a hidden desire still stirred within me. She leaned down, her long hair falling on me, tickling me comfortably. She kissed her way down my chest, gently holding me in her mouth. Her tongue was warm and smooth, and the desire was growing stronger. Her nimble tongue glided across my penis, like a cool breeze on a sweltering midnight. Each time her tongue brushed against the grooves of my penis, it felt like an electric shock. (This was my first time experiencing oral sex. Although I'd given my girlfriend oral sex, I'd never had her do it with me before, because she was a virgin when we got together and wasn't very receptive to it at first. I didn't want to force it, afraid of ruining the atmosphere.) Just as I was about to ejaculate, I cupped her face and said I wanted to enter her. She smiled and lay down shyly.

We were together again, just as intensely as ever. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and the smell of secretions. I turned her over and entered her from behind. I liked this most primal way; it allowed me to go deeper. The moment I slid in, she moaned loudly. I thrust forward forcefully, and I felt like my penis was hitting something. She was almost screaming. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her skin. During the intense thrusting, her vagina contracted rhythmically and strongly, and she experienced a gush of fluid—another perfect climax had arrived.

I lay panting on her back, feeling as if I had fallen from a great height, my body completely weightless. When I came to my senses, I suddenly remembered to ask her if it was safe. She laughed, pinched my nose, and said, "You only just realized that now? Isn't it a little late?" I quickly got up, grabbed my clothes, and prepared to go out to buy emergency contraception, but she stopped me, saying it was definitely my safe period, then chuckled mischievously, clearly pleased with herself for successfully teasing me—just like a little child. In the days that followed, she always switched roles between mother, daughter, and lover, giving me endless joy and happiness. Those were, to this day, perhaps, the happiest days of my life! Another climax brought us a sweet sleep; we slept in each other's arms, without a single dream.

The next day was a bright and sunny Sunday. Since the second and third phases of the tax bureau's project were a sure thing, and more importantly, it was our first Sunday together, she suggested we go for a walk in nature. I was exhausted, but I listened to her anyway; perhaps it was my inner chauvinism, believing that women should be pampered. She drove her white Citro?n Fukang, and we drove in the spring sunshine, our spirits soaring, singing all the way. We arrived at a small hill in the outskirts. The shady slopes still had some snow, but the sunny slopes were already covered with colorful wildflowers. We walked on the hillside, the sun warm and comforting us. She was wearing casual sportswear, a little loose, but you could still see her great figure. Like a little girl, she sang and danced, picking a large bunch of wildflowers. She ran over and lay down on the grass, resting her head on my lap. I deliberately yelled, startling her. She asked what was wrong. I said, "You're too fat and you're hurting my leg." She realized I was teasing her, got up, and tried to hit me. I quickly limped away. She really thought she was hurting me and ran over to ask which leg hurt. I laughed and said, "The middle one, rub it for me." She realized she'd been tricked, angrily raised her hand but gently placed it on my back.

The days that followed became warm and sweet. I no longer had to sleep on that cold bed upstairs at the office. After work, I had hot water for showers, delicious meals, and a warm home. That period was very tiring but very sweet. I went to the company almost every morning and rushed to the construction site after finishing my work schedule. I kept staring at the starry sky and waited for Sister Wang to drive me home after discussing the project. (We have been together for a long time, but I still like to call her this way in front of and behind me. She also wants to ask me to change my name, but I still have to call her Shunkou this way.) I am a person who requires perfection in everything at work, so I often ask my workers to rework. Precisely because I was not sloppy in the quality of the project, I was quickly recognized by the owners and the industry. The business volume increased, and the company increased from more than 20 people to more than 50 people. During that half a year, we could see each other almost only at night, because she trusted me 100%, even though she had been defrauded of money by men before. So she entrusted everything at the company to me, even asking me about the accounts. Our relationship was never public; I didn't want people to say I was a kept woman, so no one knew our true relationship. Therefore, whenever we were alone, we'd stick together, as she put it, to make up for lost time.

Every night when we got home, I'd read the newspaper or go online, while she'd quickly shower and start cooking. Sometimes I'd put my arms around her waist from behind and watch her cook, and we'd chat about sweet nothings. Even when she was tired, she'd still cook some of my favorite dishes, pour two small glasses of red wine, and light candles. She'd often just sit with me and watch me eat. She often had business dinners outside and had already eaten out several times, but she'd always sit and eat with me until the end. After dinner, she would prepare hot water for me. After I showered, we would lie in bed, she would watch soap operas and chat with me, while I flipped through the newspaper I hadn't finished reading. Often, before I even finished the newspaper, she would tease me, and we would make love passionately.

Back then, we were young and vigorous, never feeling tired, and always enjoying ourselves. She was a sensitive and thoughtful woman, taking meticulous care of me. She made sure I wore the right clothes every day, even charging my phone and putting cigarettes in my bag. When the weather turned cold and I didn't wear enough clothes, she would lovingly scold me. But when I mentioned that she wasn't wearing much either, she would act like a little girl, saying she wanted to "be beautiful even in the cold!" Sigh, what can I say? To love someone you love and be loved by someone you love is such happiness. I hope this love will last forever. People say that couples who spend too much time together will grow tired of each other, but I never feel that way with her. She's an incredibly charming person; her love, her coquettishness, her kindness, and her gentleness will never bore you. There will only be the passion and sweetness of reuniting after a brief separation.

I remember it was before the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2001. The company was operating three construction sites simultaneously, and I hadn't been home to her for a week. I had to go to the construction sites during the day and handle a ton of company matters when I got back at night. She was negotiating a kitchenware agency deal with several companies in Zhuhai. I wanted to go with her, but I simply couldn't manage it all. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I took some time to drive back to my hometown, a county town 100 kilometers away, and then rushed back to the company. When I got back, my secretary, Xiao Wang, told me she had called to say she was home. I knew she hadn't called my cell phone because she didn't want me to be distracted while driving; she's always so thoughtful. I suddenly felt very excited, but I had a ton of work to do, so I quickly buried myself in my work, hoping to get home as soon as possible. By the time I finished, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon was already high in the sky, and families were eating reunion mooncakes. Thinking that she was already waiting for me at home, I sped up. I hadn't called; I just wanted to surprise her. But when I got downstairs, I saw that the window on the thirteenth floor wasn't lit. I called home, but no one answered. I suddenly panicked. Could something have happened? The moment the elevator doors opened, I dashed over, opened the door, and the house was quiet, with only moonlight streaming in through the window. Just as I was wondering what was going on, the door suddenly slammed shut, and someone hugged me from behind. I was startled, then immediately smelled her familiar scent—it was her. Such a grown woman, yet playing childish games. Before I could even say anything, her lips were on mine, her warm, sweet tongue touching mine. Even in the darkness behind the door, I could still see her in her white dress, her bright eyes looking at me passionately as she said, "I've missed you so much, I want you."

The desire I'd suppressed for almost half a month was instantly awakened. We entwined and fell onto the sofa, then rolled onto the floor. We entered without even foreplay, yet it was still perfect. She remained tightly wrapped around my rock-hard penis, still warm and wet. I moved in and out gently and tenderly, her moans quickening, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back. The pleasure spurred me to increase the frequency, and under the moonlight, I brought her to her climax, and I ejaculated as well. We lay on the floor, looking at the full moon outside the window. I told her that I hoped she would be by my side every full moon for the rest of my life. Suddenly, I felt her tears fall onto my chest. I wanted to wipe them away, but she pushed my hand away and returned a long, passionate kiss, more intense than the first.

She started kissing my short hair, my eyes, my lips, and then... downwards... When my penis was in her mouth again, aroused by her touch, I felt she was the best woman I had ever met, and I wanted to give her all my love. Her tongue was like that of a master musician, always finding the most captivating string, bringing you closer to the climax time and time again. When her tongue once again circled the little groove of my penis, I felt that tingling sensation that I couldn't control. I cupped her face in my hands, indicating that I was about to climax and wanted to penetrate her, but she pushed my hands away. Her tongue circled even faster, moving up and down, and I ejaculated in her mouth. I watched her walk into the bathroom, covering her mouth, feeling very embarrassed. When she came out again, I was still very embarrassed. How could I have ejaculated in her mouth? Why couldn't I control myself? She laughed and said, "Look at you, you're such a grown-up, yet you act like a child who's done something wrong." I grinned foolishly, and she kissed my cheek, pulled me into her arms, and stroked my hair. We went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. We were exhausted, but not sleepy at all. We talked about the company's bright future, about her resounding success on this trip... This was our first Mid-Autumn Festival together. We were so busy that we forgot to buy mooncakes, and even forgot the food she had prepared on the table, yet we were still very happy that Mid-Autumn Festival.

Autumn is the most beautiful season in this city, a golden expanse, just like our radiant mood. Meanwhile, our hard work paid off. Sales of the new kitchenware we were representing were promising, the tax bureau project was completed smoothly, and thanks to Sister Wang's excellent interpersonal skills, we quickly received payment. Several smaller projects then came our way. Because I managed the company meticulously, she hardly had to worry about anything. She, however, wanted to work hard for a few more years while she was still relatively young, so she kept looking for other avenues.

Opportunity seems to truly favor the prepared; her college roommate, Xiaolin, suddenly came to us. Xiaolin said the city was planning to convert a nearby county into a district, and would relocate all cultural and sports institutions and several universities there. This was revealed to her by her father, who was the head of the municipal planning commission, hoping to give his daughter a chance to make a living before he retired. Xiaolin wanted Wang Jie to invest with her to find the best-located plot of land in the county before any official announcements. She planned to use her father's connections to buy it at a low price, and then resell it once the news broke, making a substantial profit. Wang Jie discussed this with me, and I told her that if the information was reliable, we should do it, even if it meant selling everything we owned – it was a golden opportunity.

Wang Jie said that was exactly what she wanted, but she wanted to consult me again. At this point, she was always like this, always needing to discuss things with me; perhaps even the strongest woman inherently needs someone to rely on. Wang Jie took out all her savings, and I gave her all the money available in the company's accounts. She also borrowed money from her uncle, who was a political commissar in the traffic police, and together with the six million yuan Xiaolin had raised, they raised a total of about fifteen million yuan. Through their connections, they acquired a considerable amount of land at an extremely low price, and according to the planning map Xiaolin's father showed them, the location was excellent.

The next two months were the most stressful for Wang Jie and me. We were constantly running around dealing with cash flow problems, and the worst part was the fear of changes in the market plans. Those two months were filled with the stress of coming home late and having trouble sleeping at night. Besides our passionate lovemaking, we would either cuddle and chat. She would often stroke my hair like a mother, gently comforting me, telling me not to worry, that even if we lost money, we could start over, and that as long as I was with her, she would never be afraid. She would often start to cry while saying this.

The year-end news finally came out, and land prices there began to skyrocket. The relocation of government agencies and universities drove prices to astronomical levels. Xiaolin kept urging us to sell, and Sister Wang also wanted to cash out as soon as possible. But I persuaded them both, because with the relocation of universities, businesses would definitely get involved. University students are a significant consumer group, and businesses would offer high prices to buy our street-facing plot. Our land was like the emperor's daughter—it wouldn't have to worry about finding a buyer!

In the early summer of the following year, experts believed land prices had peaked, and we began preparing to sell. One weekend, I suddenly had a whim and insisted that Sister Wang take me to see the land, because from the time we bought it until now, when we were about to sell, I hadn't personally seen it even once. Sister Wang was happy to go out with me, so we went together. When we arrived, I was stunned by what I saw. In just a few short months, so many high-rise buildings had sprung up, and numerous specialty stores had already opened. I inquired at the shops next to our plot of land, and the rent was almost the same as in the city center. On the way back, I kept thinking about it.

Back home, the observant Sister Wang noticed I was preoccupied and asked what I was thinking about. So I laid out my bold plan: I didn't want to sell the land anymore. Sister Wang looked at me with wide eyes, and I slowly and deliberately explained my thoughts. I wanted to build a commercial and residential building on that plot of land. The ground floor would be shops that could be rented out, and the upper floors would be low-rise buildings that we could sell as apartments. This would maximize profits, and the rented shops would be a significant asset; once we sold them, we could never buy them again. Sister Wang agreed with my suggestion and called Xiao Lin. Because of my correct decision last time, Xiao Lin quickly agreed as well. But we currently have almost no funds. How can we build the building? This has become our biggest problem.

That night, I returned home exhausted. As usual, I opened the door. She was home, but she didn't offer me slippers or take my coat as usual. I went to the inner room, puzzled, but still no one was there. I finally found her in the kitchen. She had just showered and was naked except for a large apron, her back completely turned to me. Even though we live on the thirteenth floor, this was the first time she'd done this. I suddenly felt a strong urge, remembering how we'd been so caught up in financial troubles lately, and hadn't made love in a long time.

I walked over, but she didn't look at me or say anything. I stepped forward and hugged her from behind, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. My hands began to roam over her breasts, my already aroused penis rubbing against her full buttocks through her pants. Without looking at me, she said, "I thought you were only after money, and you'd forgotten about me." I said, "Isn't making money for us? How could I forget you? I'm still heartbroken!"

She smiled and turned her head, picking a piece of green vegetable from the pot and feeding it to me, saying, "You have such a sweet tongue, it's almost sickeningly sweet. This is just to reward you." I casually turned off the gas, picked her up, and said, "Green vegetables are enough to reward me? I want meat!" I carried her to our large bed, took off her apron, and that familiar, alluring body was once again before my eyes. I threw off my clothes, bent down, and began to suck and caress her with a drunken, greedy passion. Perhaps the interval had been longer this time, or perhaps she had been waiting at home for my return with a burst of passion, but soon she began to desire.

She gently pushed me down onto the bed and began to kiss me tenderly and delicately. Familiar and intoxicating lips, captivating tongue, pushed desire to its peak time and time again. With a gentle slide, she was already sitting on my waist. In the early summer night, her alluring body began to rise and fall, her breasts, which intoxicated me, swaying rhythmically. Her long hair, which occasionally tossed about, led me towards ecstasy in my daze. I felt my limit approaching, and reached out to pull her down onto me. "Baby, a condom." She took out a condom and put it on me; it was cool, like the night breeze outside the window. I rolled over and easily entered her, not rushing into anything. I cupped her face, which was covered in fine sweat, and kissed her all the way down to her neck. Her moans were the clarion call for another charge, making me excited. I began to thrust deeply, pounding in and out. In the midst of the violent impact, dd was suddenly gripped tightly, and just as I relaxed, it was gripped even tighter, repeating this over and over, accompanied by a strong outward surge... After the storm, everything returned to calm. A gentle caress, a whispered conversation, and I forgot my fatigue, hunger, worries, and troubles—forgotten everything in the world!

In a half-asleep state, an idea suddenly popped into my head: why not sell off less desirable portions of that land to raise cash, and then, with some additional funds, start construction early? Then we could pre-sell, and if everything went smoothly, everything would be fine. I quickly told her about the idea while we were sleeping. She woke up from her sleep and asked me why I thought of it. I laughed and said that it was inspired by making love. When she was "pressing" me down, of course I would desperately try to find a way out! She gently pinched my butt with a hint of anger, but in the end, she gave me a loving caress and a deep kiss!

What followed seemed to go so smoothly it was almost unbelievable. Everything was going perfectly. Xiaolin and I not only made a fortune we never imagined, but we also each acquired promising rental shops. By this time, we were starting to gain some recognition within our group. Xiaolin and Sister Wang were planning a new project. Sister Wang no longer went out to work as much, only occasionally visiting the company she co-owned with Xiaolin, because her friends had all become my friends, and my business network had grown even larger thanks to my diligent efforts. More importantly, we started planning our wedding! She bought a large house in an upscale neighborhood and began hiring the best interior design companies to design and renovate it. She's a meticulous woman; she even considered designing the two smaller rooms with a cartoonish theme because she wanted another child—our child. She was almost obsessed with these things, and gradually handed over the affairs of Xiaolin's company to me, becoming more like a dutiful housewife.

I chose a young man who had recently graduated from university as the manager of my original company. Perhaps because we both grew up in the countryside, I liked his intelligence, honesty, simplicity, and diligence. Life became much easier afterward, and I started preparing to take her home to meet my parents. I was worried that my parents would object, because they had worked in government offices their whole lives and were very concerned about their reputation. They only had me as their son, and Wang Jie was divorced with a child. Could they accept that? I knew she was more worried than I was and never dared to bring it up. But I knew we loved each other, and I would marry her no matter what obstacles there were. After thinking for a long time, I decided to talk to my sister first, hoping she could try to persuade our parents.

When I arrived at my sister's house in the Buick that Sister Wang had just bought for me, she was overjoyed. She said she never imagined her little brother from back then would be so successful. I was naturally happy too, and without missing a beat, I said it was because Sister Wang was such a good person and very supportive. But when I brought up the real issues, my sister suddenly did a complete 180-degree turn; she firmly opposed it. She listed a whole bunch of things—age, experience, public opinion, etc.—in short: absolutely not. Finally, she even said she had heard that Sister Wang had engaged in shady dealings with someone in the past for business purposes. She said, regardless of whether the rumor was true or false, this reputation would ruin your life.

I was completely enraged. I shouted at my sister that I couldn't control her past, nor did I want to. All I knew was that we loved each other very much now, and regardless of whether she and our parents agreed or not, we were getting married soon. I slammed the door and left.

That night, I received a call from my parents asking me to come home the next day. I knew my sister had told them. Since things had come to this, I decided to take my sister home with me the next day; it was bound to happen sooner or later. On the way, I could tell she was very uneasy. She was dressed appropriately and wore light makeup, but it couldn't hide her anxiety. Yet, she kept advising me to talk things out calmly when I got home, not to upset the elders, and that we could take things slowly if my family objected. I pretended to be calm, smiled, and said, "Don't worry," and turned on the car stereo. An unavoidable argument ensued, a meeting that ended badly, and in the end, my parents gave me one sentence: "Either come home, or never come back for the rest of your life." I chose the latter.

After the car left the county town, I stopped by the roadside and wept uncontrollably, because of my family's lack of understanding, because of this love that was not understood by others. She gently hugged my head, stroking it, and said through tears, "If it's not possible, we can still be good siblings. Don't make things difficult for yourself, okay?" I wiped away her tears and said, "Don't worry, okay? They'll understand. After all, I'm their son. Time changes everything. As long as you're with me through this period, everything will be alright." She nodded through her tears.

She spent more and more time at home, meticulously preparing for the wedding. One evening after dinner, I said to her, "Could you bring your daughter, Tiantian, over? We can live together. Having a child makes it feel more like a home." I could see she was very happy. Like a child, she skipped and ran over to hug me, saying, "Is it okay? You won't mind, will you?" I stroked her long hair and said, "How could I be annoyed? Our child is the cutest. How could I be annoyed?" I saw her eyes filled with tears. She kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Baby, thank you!"

Sweetie was very well-behaved and quickly became familiar with me. Whenever I came home, she would be my little shadow. Back then, Sister Wang's favorite thing to do was watch Sweetie and me play on the deck chair on the balcony. She was happy and content then. I guess that's how people are these days. When you're unknown, friends rarely visit you, but once you achieve something, even strangers will remember you!

This year, my high school classmates who work in the city had a reunion. To my surprise, I received an invitation for the first time in so many years since graduation, and was told by phone that I had to attend. Perhaps without this reunion, my life would be the envy of everyone, but you never know what will happen in this world.

When my Buick pulled up in the hotel parking lot, I was greeted by a multitude of smiling faces and warm hands. Before I could think, a forced, almost indistinguishable smile, honed through years of business dealings, appeared on my face. Like all gatherings, there were handshakes, hugs, toasts, mutual flattery, and crude jokes. The end was the exchange of contact information, along with words of encouragement and well wishes. To be honest, I really didn't like attending these kinds of gatherings. Even without them, based on my principles, if I knew a friend was in trouble, I would try to help, regardless of whether they contacted me. Life isn't easy for anyone; everyone needs to ask for help sometimes. I just wondered why they didn't invite the classmates who were working as street vendors or laborers in this city—we were in the same class! The only real achievement of this gathering, in my opinion, was reaching a preliminary agreement on a collaboration with a classmate. She's a female classmate from high school; her father was an engineer at a research institute, and after retiring, he continued to use his skills at home, making small inventions and innovations. Last year, her father achieved a significant breakthrough, inventing a new fluorescent light starter that not only solved the problem of old fluorescent lights often turning black at one end and having a short lifespan, but also saved 30% on electricity. So she quit her job, started a factory, and partnered with a company in Zhejiang to produce this fluorescent light starter. Everything was set up, but then the other party suddenly withdrew their investment, leaving her in a difficult situation, and the factory has been paralyzed ever since. She heard from classmates that I had done quite well in recent years and had some capital. She said that if I invested two million yuan in one go, I could get 30% of the factory's shares. I said at the time that I would seriously consider it.

After returning home, I consulted some knowledgeable friends, who suggested that I check the relevant certificates. If they were genuine, the prospects shouldn't be too bad, at least there weren't any similar products on the market at the moment. A few days later, I went to my classmate's house and casually looked at all the certificates. After confirming everything was in order, I expressed my willingness to invest to her.

The next day, I had the finance department transfer two million yuan to my classmate's account. Doing this was absolutely unacceptable because we didn't even have a preliminary agreement, and it would be difficult to handle if problems arose. But I trusted this usually shy classmate, and even more so, I trusted her intellectual family. More importantly, during that time, Xiaolin took it upon herself to buy a piece of land owned by a state-owned enterprise and develop residential buildings. I had to handle almost everything, and she became a hands-off manager. Although my classmate repeatedly wanted to sign a contract with our company, I was simply too busy, and I didn't even discuss the investment with Sister Wang.

Later, the building Xiaolin was developing encountered problems, and Xiaolin and I had to go around finding connections and coordinating with various parties. I was so busy that I often got home late at night, completely exhausted. In the end, we were simply too busy, so Sister Wang had to bring in a distant cousin of hers to the company.

Sister Wang's cousin had just graduated from the finance college and hadn't found a job yet. Sister Wang suggested putting her cousin in charge of finance, which would allow me to give the company manager more authority and free up some of my time so I wouldn't be too overworked. While Xiaolin and I were incredibly busy, the company manager called to say that a woman was calling me over a dozen times a day, claiming to be my classmate. (I was so busy at the time that I had turned off my personal phone, and my classmate didn't know my work number.) But I couldn't attend to that, because some of Xiaolin's houses had already been pre-sold, and if they couldn't be completed on time, it would cause a huge mess.

So, it dragged on until that weekend before I finally met my classmate. Apparently, the factory's production and sales were doing well, but she heard that similar products already existed in Zhejiang, so she wanted to increase production to seize market share and hoped I would invest another 500,000 to 1 million yuan. Without much thought, I called the finance department and asked them to transfer 500,000 yuan to her. The person who answered the phone was Wang Jie's cousin. That weekend, I didn't have time to rest; I was still busy with the commercial and residential building project with Xiao Lin. Everything was back to being busy, but I really couldn't have imagined that what happened next would affect my love life, my life, and even my entire life!

The following Tuesday, I had just finished dinner with the heads of the housing management bureau, seen them off, and gotten into my car. As usual, I lit a cigarette when my phone rang. I saw it was a call from the company's finance department and quickly answered. When you're busy out there, your biggest worry is something happening at home. It was the finance manager calling. He said that Sister Wang had just come to check the accounts, asking about the whereabouts of the 2.5 million yuan and what my relationship was with the female factory manager.

Perhaps I'd been too busy and irritable lately, but I instantly became furious. I asked the finance manager where Sister Wang was. He said she'd gone home, but she seemed very unhappy; she was scared. I hung up without saying anything and drove straight home.

When I got home, Sister Wang sat on the sofa and asked why I was back so early. I could tell she was trying her best to act like nothing was wrong. I said angrily, "Why don't you just say what you mean? Why did you cut off my escape route?" She said, "Don't overthink it???" I interrupted her, "What do you mean by checking the accounts at the company? Why didn't you just ask me directly? How am I supposed to work here after this?" "I heard from my cousin that the company transferred 2.5 million to an electronics factory. I thought it was a lot of money, so I wanted to check it out," she said. I said even louder, "You call this 'seeing'? Why didn't you wait for me to come back before asking me?" She probably had never seen me speak to her like this before and started crying. "I only heard it from my cousin. That woman calls you more than ten times a day, and she's unmarried. I heard she even had a crush on you when we were in school??????"

Before she could finish, I threw off my clothes and said, "You're investigating me? You think I would cheat you out of 2.5 million? Keep a mistress on the side? You underestimate me. Even if I were just working for you, what I've done over the years would have exceeded that amount, right? You think I would be like your ex-boyfriends, trying to cheat you out of your money?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I had gone too far, but there was no going back. Her tears fell like beads from a broken string: "I knew it! You'd despise me to some extent, it was just a matter of time! How could you say that to me? Get out!"

I didn't say a word, driving aimlessly through the city's traffic, thinking that the person I loved so deeply thought I was with her for money, that I was supporting a mistress. Does true love even exist in this world? Tears streamed down my face, and I had to pull over. At dawn, I drifted off to sleep in my car.

When I woke up, it was past nine the next day. I drove home; it was empty. I left the house and car keys behind, leaving the home to which I had given all my love, and went to Zhuhai.

I worked at a company on Phoenix Road in Zhuhai for a year, cutting off all contact with the outside world. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2003, I returned to my parents' home in the county town. My parents didn't say anything, only offering me tolerance and understanding. A month later, through their connections, they got me back to my original job. Aside from work, I rarely went out. During that time, I wanted to go see her because I still loved her and missed her, even missing Xiaotian (my sweetheart). But deep down, I always thought that Sister Wang believed I was with her for money, and that urge to see her was extinguished at that moment.

The Spring Festival of 2004 came quickly; I think it was the third year of junior high. My mother's old classmate and her daughter came to visit. Later I found out it was a blind date. To avoid worrying my elderly parents, I reluctantly started dating the girl.

She was a very ordinary girl, but after spending some time with her, I discovered she had many good qualities: simple, kind, well-educated, and very cultured, so we got along very well. That May Day, both sets of parents started discussing engagement, and my heart began to pound with anxiety. I still loved Sister Wang, and I still hoped we could be together. After much deliberation, I decided to go to the city to find her.

When I arrived at the location of our former company, it was now a restaurant. When I went to the place where we used to live, the door was covered in a thick layer of dust. When I went to her parents' house, they wouldn't let me in, saying, "Haven't you ruined my daughter enough?" They shut me out completely. Then I managed to find Xiaolin, who was now the CEO of a large real estate company. She warmly welcomed me and told me everything that had happened.

It turned out that after I left, Sister Wang abandoned everything she was doing and searched everywhere for me. She even came to my house dozens of times to inquire about me, but ultimately to no avail. She fell seriously ill and only recovered six months later. She kept telling Xiaolin that it was her fault, that she had hurt my feelings. It seemed I really didn't want to see her anymore, and she was filled with remorse. Later, she closed her company, asked Xiaolin to sell the new house and the shop in the new district, and took her daughter to Ireland. I don't know the exact location, but she said she never wanted to go back to this place of heartbreak.

With tears in my eyes, I listened to everything, declined Xiaolin's offer to stay, and headed home. The day after I got home, I had a long talk with that girl. Finally, I got to the point, but after only a few words, she said, "I know a little about your past. I don't want to interfere too much. I just hope that being with me is a new beginning for you. If you think I'm okay, let's get engaged. I think you're a good person." I really didn't know what to say to such a sincere and straightforward girl. Plus, my grandmother back home said she'd calculated that our birth charts were particularly compatible, and I suddenly became superstitious. Maybe this was destiny. Urged by both sets of parents, we got engaged, and we got married on Mid-Autumn Festival in 2004.

Life after marriage was peaceful and comfortable. She was a caring person and very filial to her parents. Five years later, on Mid-Autumn Festival... I remember one evening a month before Mid-Autumn Festival, we did what we always did: after dinner, I read the newspaper while she cleared the dishes. While I was reading the newspaper, she called me from the bathroom, asking me to bring in my clothes so she could wash them. I put away the newspaper, took my own clothes and a few of her underwear, and went into the bathroom. I pushed her out, saying, "Go watch TV, the Korean drama is about to start. I'll wash them myself; I'm just killing time." She laughed and said she hadn't misjudged me; I'm a good husband, and then she laughed and left.

That night, I suddenly remembered that my workplace had arranged for me to attend a training course in the city for a month, leaving the day after tomorrow. I quickly told her. She said, "Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival in a month? Aren't you coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival?" I said I would definitely come back; I thought it would end early by the Mid-Autumn Festival. She said, "Then I'll prepare for you tomorrow." A month of study passed quickly. Mid-Autumn Festival is the second most important Chinese festival after Spring Festival, so the training course ended at noon to allow everyone to buy things to take home for the holiday. I went to the busiest street in the city, thinking of buying mooncakes for my family.

Just as I was walking through the crowded streets, deciding which shop to go into, someone grabbed my clothes from behind. I turned around and, although she had grown taller and bigger, I still recognized her—it was Little Sweetie. I took her hand and searched through the crowd, finally finding Sister Wang at the street corner. She was covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face, staring at me. I pushed through the crowd and rushed over to hug her tightly, wiping away her tears. She said, "Let's go home and sit for a while."

We returned to our former home. Her parents were there too. She cooked my favorite dishes, and we ate in silence. After dinner, the elderly couple took Little Sweetie downstairs, leaving only us in the house, eerily quiet. She spoke first, saying she'd heard from Xiaolin that I was married and doing well, and she was very happy for me. She said she was in Dublin, the capital of Ireland, and was now the chief agent for Suzhou silk in Ireland, living a stable life. She had come back for two reasons: first, to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and second, with the help of the local Chinese Chamber of Commerce, to arrange her parents' travel abroad so they could come and live with her. Their flight was tomorrow. I wanted to ask, "Are you really never coming back?" But I didn't say it. As evening fell, she saw me off, slipping a box of Miqi mooncakes into my hand. After all these years, she was still so thoughtful; my nose tingled with emotion. As I left, I asked her, "Can I take you home tomorrow?" She looked at me, nodded, and told me to be careful on the road.

That night, lying in bed with mixed feelings, looking at my sleeping wife, I decided to wake her and tell her everything. After listening to me, she nestled against my chest and said she understood that it was a feeling I might never forget. She said, "Go ahead, see Sister Wang off; she's had a hard life too." My tears fell again, for the two wonderful women I had met; each tear was a testament to my guilt.

In the airport terminal, Sister Wang helped the elderly woman through security first. Then I put Xiaotian down and escorted her over. The elderly woman led Xiaotian in first. Sister Wang and I looked at each other. She said casually, "When your child is six, send her over to study, and I'll help take care of her." I gave a bitter smile and remained silent for a long time. Boarding time was approaching, and she went in as well. She took a brown paper document bag from her bag and handed it to me, telling me to open it after she left. I nodded. She opened her arms, and we hugged tightly. She whispered in my ear, "Baby, I will always love you. I'm sorry for everything in the past. I will always love you." Then she suddenly pushed my hand away, strode into security, and never looked back until she disappeared from my sight.

I stood outside the airport terminal and opened the file folder. Inside were a letter and a set of keys. The letter read: "My darling: You are the love of my life, past, present, and future, and always will be! These keys are for our home. I hadn't expected to see you in person and wanted to ask Xiaolin to give them to you, but now I'm so happy to give them to you personally! I've already asked a lawyer to transfer them to your name. I haven't touched anything there for years; I was afraid you wouldn't recognize our home when you came back. Please visit often, clean it up; all our love remains there. It's my only attachment to my hometown, and if I ever return in my lifetime, it will be my final resting place." Life is full of coincidences, some good, some bad. I thank God for giving me the chance to meet you, for giving me the most beautiful days of my life, unforgettable! No matter who was to blame for the past, I hope you can forgive me, my darling, I'm sorry. Goodbye, my darling, the person I love most in my life and who loves me most. If there is an afterlife, I would spend a lifetime searching for you, just for that one second of true love. My darling, I'm sorry...

The Boeing plane took off and took away the woman eight years older than me, the woman I once loved most and who loved me most. My tears are flowing!

In 2000, I took leave from the government agency where I had worked for two years, leaving behind that environment that almost suffocated me. With my sister's help, I found a job at her friend's company. Actually, my family all thought I wouldn't be able to stand the working environment of a private company and wouldn't last long, especially my sister. However, to her surprise, I ended up staying there for three whole years, and even more unexpectedly, I developed a deeply impactful relationship with this friend of hers.

My sister told me she was divorced and had dated several men, but all relationships ended in failure, and she was even scammed out of money. So she became disillusioned and decided not to date again. But her business flourished, and now she's the wealthiest among her classmates—a real rich woman.

Before meeting her, I was genuinely worried about working for someone like her, because in my mind, single, wealthy women were often eccentric and difficult to get along with. But after spending time with her, I discovered she's actually a very kind person; all the employees in the company affectionately call her Sister Wang. She was in her early thirties, with a fair, wrinkle-free face, a full figure, and a great sense of style. She was efficient and capable at work, a truly charming woman.

Longing to escape the constraints of my family, I decided to rent an apartment. With my sister's help, I moved into Sister Wang's office suite on the second floor of the company building—Sister Wang's bedroom, though she had never actually lived there! This was a small company that combined kitchenware sales and kitchen design and renovation. The company was still expanding and had about twenty employees, mostly women.

Because of the company's expansion, management and daily operations were rather chaotic. When I first joined, I didn't have any real work; I was often just filling in for others. However, because I cherish the opportunity to work independently, I put in a lot of effort in everything I did, often finding my own jobs and never worrying about salary or benefits. (My family is well-off; I receive 70% of my salary, so I'm not short of money.) Sister Wang is a meticulous person; she silently observed everything I did, and she seemed to have noticed some of my opinions about company management and daily work.

One time after working overtime, Sister Wang took everyone out to dinner. After dinner, instead of going home as usual, she drove me back to the company. Once there, she had a long talk with me. I mustered up the courage to share my views and some ideas with Sister Wang, and she listened very attentively. Finally, she said, "Okay, that's enough for today. It's late, you should rest."

The next day, Sister Wang called my first company-wide meeting, where she surprisingly announced that I would be the company manager, responsible for the management of the company's daily operations. The following days were the most successful time of my life; everything went smoothly. Because of the clear rewards and punishments, the employees were very enthusiastic, and Sister Wang's excellent interpersonal skills brought the company a steady stream of profits. Sister Wang also trusted me more and more, and even when I occasionally made mistakes, I received her tolerance and encouragement.

The following spring, the company received a large project: the installation and design of kitchen appliances for the first phase of the municipal tax system's residential housing project. This was a very profitable project, so I paid close attention to it after the project started, and I would take time almost every day to go to the construction site to ensure quality. During that time, I often went to the construction site in the afternoon and didn't return to the company until evening. Sister Wang would often drive to pick me up from the construction site, buy me clothes, and take me out to eat. At that time, I didn't think about anything else, until the night after the first phase of the project was completed and we treated the tax bureau leaders to dinner, everything changed! Because the second and third phases of the project were equally profitable, it was inevitable to treat those old men at the tax bureau to meals and drinks and give them red envelopes. That night, I witnessed Sister Wang's drinking capacity for the first time, and I also drank a lot of alcohol for someone else for the first time. It was the first time I had seen a woman drink so much for the sake of life, and also have to deal with the lewd words and "groping hands" of many lustful men. I suddenly didn't know where I got the courage, so I took Sister Wang's glass and drank a lot for her. After dinner, Sister Wang was already drunk, but she still forced herself to stay with me until we got a room and some prostitutes for the leaders before leaving the hotel.

She was practically paralyzed in the car. She handed me the keys, said, "Can you drive?", and then fell silent. Having only recently gotten my driver's license, I actually drove her home that night. Once we got home, she started vomiting incessantly. I had barely finished cleaning up when she vomited again, and it wasn't until dawn that she calmed down. I don't know when, but I also fell asleep on the edge of the bed. When I woke up, it was already 3 PM. Luckily, it was the weekend, so I didn't have to work.

After waking up, I looked around and realized I was at Sister Wang's house; my head was throbbing. Just then, Sister Wang came out of the kitchen in her pajamas and said to me, "I was going to have you sleep in the bed, but you were sleeping so soundly I didn't wake you. Go take a shower and change into the new clothes I bought you." After I showered and changed, I came out to find food already laid out on the table. She sat down at the table and beckoned me over. Her cooking was really good; every dish was delicious. Perhaps I was really hungry, because I started eating. After a long time, I noticed she hadn't eaten and was just staring at me with tearful eyes. I asked her, "Sister, what's wrong?" She didn't answer; tears were already streaming down her face. I reached out to hold her hand to comfort her, but she gripped it tightly.

Suddenly, I felt like a grown man. I got up, went over, and hugged her, letting her lean against me. She suddenly turned and hugged me, bursting into tears. Her trembling body filled me with tenderness, but also ignited a fire within me. I lowered my head to kiss her, and her lips met mine quickly and precisely, her soft tongue slipping inside. Sucking on her slightly sweet tongue, inhaling the scent of Lanc?me perfume, my desire was gradually aroused. I picked her up; she was somewhat heavy, but that only fueled my latent desire to conquer.

I placed her on the large bed, tore open her nightgown, revealing her breasts in their entirety. They were breasts that no man could resist—full, white, and firm. I impulsively lowered my head and began to suckle them passionately, and she moaned as she started to undress me. My lips slowly moved down from her chest, tracing every inch of her skin; she was completely aroused. As I kissed her clitoris through her thick pubic hair, her body trembled. She ran her hands through my hair, caressing it, and began to moan loudly. My tongue repeatedly grazed her clitoris, guiding her to its peak. She moaned, her legs clamping tightly around my head, her penis throbbing intensely and persistently. When I kissed her breasts a second time, she began to grasp my penis, guiding me into her. She wasn't my first woman, but she was the one who ignited my passion the most. As I entered her, she trembled again; her vagina was now a wet, warm embrace, tightly enveloping me. With my violent thrusts, she almost screamed. I felt her vaginal fluid gushing out, and I heard the sounds of impact and "hissing." With a heavy groan from her throat, she climaxed once again.

That afternoon, we tried different positions, making love countless times, and each time I brought us to ecstasy. In the evening, we lay on her large bed on the thirteenth floor of her house. The setting sun gilded her fair, full body, and she slept soundly in my arms like a child. Looking at her beautiful face, I kissed her deeply. When I woke up again, the moonlight filled the room. She was still fast asleep, a smile on her face.

Looking at this beautiful and capable woman, I couldn't imagine what kind of life she had lived. I only knew that she had the fragile heart that all women have—a longing for tenderness and care. If she gave me a chance, I would do everything I could to take care of her. At that moment, I wasn't even sure if she was truly interested in me, or if it was just one of the many sexual experiences this rich woman had. I was lost in my own thoughts.

Although it was springtime, the nights were still quite chilly, and the heating wasn't as strong as it was in winter. We were both naked and a bit cold. She seemed cold too, curling up closer to me. I reached out and hugged her. She woke up! She looked at me with sleepy eyes, smiling, her rosy face like that of a shy little girl. Her hand stroked my chest, without looking at me, and she whispered, "You're amazing!" That night we talked a lot, about my past girlfriends, her unhappy marriage, her lovely daughter who was being fostered by her parents, and the hardships of living alone. She cried, saying she could see that I protected her among the employees, often supporting her, and that I took care of her during social events. She said she liked my sunny and sincere nature, and also my tall and handsome appearance, but she was divorced and had a daughter, which made her cry even harder. I hugged her and told her I would take care of her for the rest of my life. She looked at me and asked, "Really?" I nodded, and she hugged me again, saying, "Never leave me for the rest of your life!"

Another passionate kiss, caresses, and the ensuing passion—my body was already exhausted, but an impulse was still secretly growing within me. She leaned down, her long hair tickling me comfortably. She kissed her way down my chest, gently holding me in her mouth; her tongue was warm and smooth, and the impulse was growing stronger. Her nimble tongue glided across my penis, like a cool breeze on a sweltering midnight. Each time her tongue brushed against the creases, it felt like an electric shock. (This was my first time experiencing oral sex. Although I'd given my girlfriend oral sex, I'd never had her do it with me before, because she was a virgin when we got together and wasn't very receptive to it at first. I didn't want to force it, afraid of ruining the atmosphere.) Just as I was about to ejaculate, I cupped her face and said I wanted to enter her. She smiled and lay down shyly.

We were together again, just as intensely as ever. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and the smell of secretions. I turned her over and entered her from behind. I liked this most primal way; it allowed me to go deeper. The moment I slid in, she groaned loudly. I thrust forward forcefully, feeling as if my penis had hit something; she was almost screaming. Fine beads of sweat covered her body. During the intense thrusting, her vagina contracted rhythmically and strongly, and she squirted—another perfect orgasm had arrived.

I lay panting on her back, feeling as if I had fallen from a great height, my body weightless. When I came to my senses, I suddenly remembered to ask her if it was safe. She laughed, pinched my nose, and said, "You only think of that now? Isn't it a bit late?" I quickly got up, grabbed my clothes, and prepared to go out to buy emergency contraception, but she stopped me, saying it was an absolutely safe period, and then laughed mischievously, clearly the smugness of someone who had successfully tricked me, just like a little child. In the days that followed, she always switched roles between mother, daughter, and lover, giving me endless joy and happiness. Those were perhaps the happiest days of my life to this day! Another climax brought us a sweet sleep; we slept in each other's arms, without a single dream.

The next day was a bright and sunny Sunday. Since the second and third phases of the tax bureau's project were a sure thing, and more importantly, it was our first Sunday together, she suggested we go for a walk in nature. I was very tired, but I still listened to her. Perhaps it was my inner male chauvinism, believing that women should be pampered. She drove her white Citro?n Fukang, and we drove in the spring sunshine, our hearts as light as the wind, singing all the way. We arrived at a small hill in the far suburbs. The shady slopes still had some snow, but the sunny slopes were already covered with colorful wildflowers. We walked up the hillside, the sun warm and comforting. She was wearing casual sportswear, a little loose, but you could still see her great figure. She was like a little girl, singing and dancing, picking a large bunch of wildflowers. She ran over and lay down on the grass, resting her head on my lap. I deliberately yelled, startling her. She asked me what was wrong. I said, "You're too fat and you're hurting my leg." She realized I was teasing her, got up, and tried to hit me. I quickly limped away. She really thought she was hurting me, and ran up to ask which leg hurt. I laughed and said, "The middle one, rub it for me." She realized she'd been tricked, angrily raised her hand but gently placed it on my back.

The following days began to become warm and sweet. I no longer had to sleep on the cold bed upstairs in the company. After get off work, I would have hot water to take a shower, hearty meals, and a warm home. That period was very tiring but very sweet. I went to the company almost every morning and rushed to the construction site after finishing my work schedule. I kept staring at the starry sky and waited for Sister Wang to drive me home after discussing the project. (We have been together for a long time, but I still like to call her this way in front of and behind me. She also wants to ask me to change my name, but I still have to call her Shunkou this way.) I am a person who requires perfection in everything at work, so I often ask my workers to rework. Precisely because I was not sloppy in the quality of the project, I was quickly recognized by the owners and the industry. The business volume increased, and the company increased from more than 20 people to more than 50 people. For the better part of six months, we could only see each other at night. She trusted me completely, even though she had been cheated out of money by men before. So she entrusted me with everything at the company, even asking me about the accounts. We never made our relationship public because I didn't want people to say I was a kept woman, so no one knew our true relationship. Therefore, whenever we were back in our own little world, we would stick together, as she put it, to make up for lost time.

Every night when I got home, I would read the newspaper or go online, while she would quickly shower and start cooking. Sometimes I would put my arms around her waist from behind and watch her cook, and we would chat sweet nothings to each other. Even when she was exhausted, she would still cook some of my favorite dishes, pour two small glasses of red wine, and light candles. She would often just sit with me and watch me eat. She often had social engagements outside and had already eaten out several times, but she would always sit and finish the meal with me. After dinner, she would prepare hot water for me. After I showered, we would lie in bed, and she would watch soap operas and chat with me while I flipped through the newspaper I hadn't finished reading. Often, before I even finished reading the newspaper, she would start teasing me, and we would make love passionately.

Back then, we were young and vigorous, never feeling tired, and always enjoying ourselves immensely. She was a sensitive and thoughtful woman, taking great care of me. She made sure I had the clothes I needed every day, even charging my phone and putting cigarettes in my bag. When the weather turns cold and I don't wear enough clothes, she'll lovingly scold me. But when I tell her she's not wearing much either, she'll act like a little girl, saying she wants to "freeze for beauty"! Sigh, what can I say? To love someone you love, and to be loved by someone you love—that's such happiness. I hope this love lasts forever. People say that couples who are together for too long will get tired of each other, but I never feel that way with her. She's an incredibly charming person. Her love, her coquettishness, her kindness and gentleness will never tire you; there will only be the passion and sweetness of reunion after a brief separation.

I remember it was before the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2001. The company was operating three construction sites simultaneously, and I had been so busy that I hadn't been home for a week. I had to go to the construction sites during the day and handle a mountain of company matters when I got back at night. She was negotiating a kitchenware agency deal with several companies in Zhuhai at the time. We had planned to go together, but I simply couldn't manage it all. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I took some time to drive back to my hometown, a county town 100 kilometers away, and then rushed back to the company. When I got back, my secretary, Xiao Wang, told me that she had called to say she was home. I knew she hadn't called my cell phone because she was worried I'd be distracted while driving; she was always so thoughtful. I suddenly felt very excited, but I still had a lot of work to do, so I quickly buried myself in my work, hoping to get home as soon as possible. By the time I finished everything, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon was already high in the sky, and families were enjoying mooncakes for family reunion. Thinking she was already waiting for me at home, I sped up. I didn't call; I just wanted to surprise her. But when I got downstairs, I saw that the window on the thirteenth floor wasn't lit. I called home, but no one answered. I suddenly panicked. Could something have happened? The moment the elevator doors opened, I rushed over, opened the door, and found the house quiet, with only moonlight streaming in through the window. Just as I was wondering what was going on, the door suddenly slammed shut, and someone hugged me from behind. I was startled, then immediately smelled a familiar scent—it was her. Such a grown woman, still playing childish games. Before I could even speak to her, her lips were already sealed with mine, her warm, sweet tongue touching mine. Even in the darkness behind the door, I could still see her in her white dress, her bright eyes looking at me passionately as

she said, "I've missed you so much, I want you." The desire I'd suppressed for almost half a month was instantly awakened. We entwined and fell onto the sofa, then rolled onto the floor. We entered without even foreplay, yet it was still perfect. She still clung tightly to my rock-hard penis, so warm and wet. I moved in and out gently and tenderly, her moans quickening, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back. The pleasure made me increase the frequency, and in the moonlight, I brought her to her peak, and I ejaculated as well. We lay on the floor, looking at the full moon outside the window. I told her that I hoped she would be by my side every full moon for the rest of my life. Suddenly, I felt her tears fall onto my chest. I wanted to wipe them away, but she pushed my hand away and returned a long, passionate kiss, more intense than the first.

She began kissing my short hair, my eyes, my lips, and down... When my penis was once again in her mouth, aroused by her touch, I felt she was the best woman I had ever met, and I wanted to give her all my love. Her tongue was like that of a master musician, always finding the most captivating string, bringing you closer to the climax time and time again. When her tongue once again traced the groove of my penis, I felt an uncontrollable tingling sensation. I cupped her face in my hands, indicating that I was about to climax and wanted to penetrate her, but she pushed my hands away. My tongue moved faster, circling and stroking her mouth, and I ejaculated inside her. I watched her walk into the bathroom, covering her mouth, feeling incredibly embarrassed. When she came out, I was still ashamed. How could I have ejaculated in her mouth? Why didn't I control myself? She laughed and said, "Look at you, such a grown-up, yet you act like a child who's done something wrong." I grinned foolishly. She kissed my cheek, pulled me into her arms, and stroked my hair. We went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. We were exhausted, but not sleepy at all. We talked about the company's bright future, about her resounding success on this trip… This was our first Mid-Autumn Festival together. We were both so busy that we forgot to buy mooncakes, even forgetting the food she had prepared on the table, yet it was still a very happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Autumn is the most beautiful season in this city, a sea of gold, just like our radiant mood. Our hard work also paid off: the new kitchenware sales were promising, the tax bureau project was successfully completed, and thanks to Sister Wang's excellent interpersonal skills, we quickly received payment. Several smaller projects followed. Because of my meticulous management of the company, she hardly had to worry about anything, while she, still relatively young, wanted to work hard for a few more years and was constantly looking for other avenues.

Opportunity seems to truly favor the prepared; her college roommate, Xiaolin, suddenly came to our door. Xiaolin said the city was planning to convert a nearby county into a district, and would relocate all cultural and sports institutions and several universities there. This was revealed to her by her father, who was the head of the municipal planning commission, hoping to give his daughter a chance to make a fortune before he retired. Xiaolin's idea was for Sister Wang to jointly invest with her to find the best-located plot of land in the county before any official announcements, then buy it at a low price through her father's connections. Once the announcements were made, they could resell it for a very substantial profit. Sister Wang discussed it with me to see if it was feasible. I told her that if the information was reliable, we should do it even if it meant selling everything we owned—it was an excellent opportunity. Sister

Wang said that she actually meant the same thing, but wanted to consult me again. At this point, she was like this in many situations, always needing to discuss things with me. Perhaps even the strongest women are inherently dependent on someone. Sister Wang took out all her savings, and I gave her all the money available from the company's accounts. She also borrowed money from her uncle, who was a political commissar in the traffic police, and together with the six million yuan that Xiao Lin had raised, they raised a total of about fifteen million yuan. Using their connections, they acquired a considerable amount of land at an extremely low price, and according to the planning map Xiao Lin's father showed them, the location was excellent.

The next two months were the most stressful for Sister Wang and me. We were constantly running around dealing with cash flow problems, and the worst part was the fear that the city's plans might change. Those two months were filled with late nights coming home and difficulty falling asleep. Besides our passionate lovemaking, we spent our time cuddling and chatting. Back then, she would often stroke my hair like a mother, gently comforting me, telling me not to worry, that even if we lost money, we could start over, and that as long as I was with her, she would never be afraid. She would often tear up while saying this.

At the end of the year, the news finally came out, and land prices there began to skyrocket. The relocation of public institutions and universities drove land prices to astronomical levels. Xiao Lin kept urging us to sell, and Sister Wang also wanted to cash out as soon as possible. But I persuaded them both, because with the relocation of universities, businesses would definitely get involved. University students are a significant consumer group, and businesses would offer high prices to buy our street-facing land. Our land was like an emperor's daughter—it wouldn't have to worry about finding a buyer!

In the early summer of the following year, in the eyes of experts, the land prices there had reached their peak, and we began preparing to make a move. One weekend, I suddenly had a whim and insisted that Sister Wang take me to see that piece of land, because from the time we bought it until now, when we were about to sell, I hadn't seen it in person even once. Sister Wang was happy to go out with me, so we went together. When I arrived, I was stunned by what I saw. In just a few short months, many high-rise buildings had sprung up, and many specialty stores had already opened there. I inquired about the rent at a shop next to our plot of land, and it was surprisingly comparable to that in the city center. On the way back, I kept thinking about this.

When we got home, the observant Sister Wang noticed that I was preoccupied and asked me what I was thinking about. So I laid out my bold plan: I didn't want to sell the land anymore. Sister Wang looked at me with wide eyes, and I calmly explained my idea. I wanted to build a commercial and residential building on that land. The ground floor would be shops that could be rented out, and the upper floors would be low-rise buildings, sold as apartments. This would maximize profits, and the rented shops were a considerable asset; once we sold them, we could never buy them again. Sister Wang agreed with my suggestion and called Xiao Lin. Because of my correct decision last time, Xiao Lin quickly agreed as well. But we currently have almost no funds. How can we build the building? This has become our biggest problem.

That night, I returned home exhausted. As usual, I opened the door; she was home, but instead of offering me slippers or taking my coat as usual, I went to the inner room, puzzled. Still, no one was there. I finally found her in the kitchen. She had just showered and was naked, wearing only a large apron, her back completely turned to me. Even though we lived on the thirteenth floor, this was the first time she'd done this. I suddenly felt a strong urge, remembering how we'd been so preoccupied with finances lately and hadn't made love in a long time.

I went over to her; she didn't look at me or say anything. I embraced her from behind, inhaling deeply the scent of shampoo. My hands began to roam over her breasts, my already aroused penis rubbing against her full buttocks through her pants. She didn't look at me as she said, "I thought you were only after money and had forgotten about me." I replied, "You're making money for us, how could I forget you? I'm still heartbroken!"

She smiled and turned her head, picking a piece of green vegetable from the pot and feeding it to me, saying, "You have such a sweet tongue, it's almost sickeningly sweet. This is just to reward you." I casually turned off the gas, picked her up, and said, "Green vegetables are enough to reward me? I want meat!" I carried her to our large bed, took off her apron, and that familiar, alluring body was once again before my eyes. I threw off my clothes, bent down, and began to suck and caress her with a drunken, greedy passion. Perhaps the interval had been longer this time, or perhaps she had been waiting at home for my return with a burst of passion, but soon she began to desire.

She gently pushed me down onto the bed and began to kiss me tenderly and delicately. Familiar and intoxicating lips, captivating tongue, pushed desire to its peak time and time again. With a gentle slide, she was already sitting on my waist. In the early summer night, her alluring body began to rise and fall, her breasts, which intoxicated me, swaying rhythmically. Her long hair, which occasionally tossed about, led me towards ecstasy in my daze. I felt my limit approaching, and reached out to pull her down onto me. "Baby, a condom." She took out a condom and put it on me; it was cool, like the night breeze outside the window. I rolled over and easily entered her, not rushing into anything. I cupped her face, which was covered in fine sweat, and kissed her all the way down to her neck. Her moans were the clarion call for another charge, making me excited. I began to thrust deeply, pounding in and out. In the midst of the violent impact, dd was suddenly gripped tightly, and just as I relaxed, it was gripped even tighter, repeating this over and over, accompanied by a strong outward surge... After the storm, everything returned to calm. A gentle caress, a whispered conversation, and I forgot my fatigue, hunger, worries, and troubles—forgotten everything in the world!

In a half-asleep state, an idea suddenly popped into my head: why not sell off less desirable portions of that land to raise cash, and then, with some additional funds, start construction early? Then we could pre-sell, and if everything went smoothly, everything would be fine. I quickly told her about the idea while we were sleeping. She woke up and asked me why I thought of it. I laughed and said it was inspired by sex. Being "pressed" down by her, of course I would desperately try to find a way out! She gently pinched my butt with a hint of annoyance, but then gave me a tender caress and a deep kiss!

What followed seemed to go so smoothly that it was hard to believe. Everything was going perfectly. Xiaolin and I not only made a fortune we never imagined, but we also got our own promising rental shops. By this time, we had started to gain some recognition among our group, and Xiaolin and Sister Wang were planning a new project. Sister Wang no longer goes out to work so much, only occasionally visiting the company she co-owns with Xiaolin. Her friends have all become my friends, and my business network has grown even larger thanks to my hard work. More importantly, we've started planning our wedding! She bought a large house in an upscale community and is busy finding the best interior design companies to design and decorate it. She's a meticulous woman; she even considered designing the two smaller rooms with a cartoonish theme because she wants another child like ours. She's almost obsessed with these things, and she's gradually handed over the management of Xiaolin's company to me, becoming more like a responsible housewife.

I chose a young man who recently graduated from university to be the manager of my former company. Perhaps because we both grew up in the countryside, I like his intelligence, honesty, simplicity, and diligence. The days that followed became much easier, and I started preparing to take her home to meet my parents. I was worried that my parents would object, because they had both worked in government offices their whole lives and were very concerned about their reputation. They only had me as their son, and Wang Jie was divorced with a child; could they accept that? I knew she was even more worried than I was and never dared to bring it up. But I knew we loved each other, and no matter what obstacles there were, I would marry her. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to talk to my sister first, hoping she could try to persuade my parents.

When I arrived at my sister's house in the Buick that Wang Jie had just bought for me, she was very happy. She said she never imagined her little brother from back then would be so successful. I was, of course, very happy too, and seized the opportunity to say that it was because Wang Jie was such a good person and very supportive. But when I brought up the real issues, my sister suddenly did a complete 180-degree turn; she firmly opposed it. She listed a whole host of reasons—age, experience, public opinion—but in short: absolutely not. Finally, she even said she'd heard rumors that Sister Wang had engaged in shady dealings with someone in the past for business purposes. She said, regardless of whether the rumor was true or false, this reputation would ruin your life.

I was completely enraged. I yelled at my sister that I couldn't control her past, and I didn't want to. I only knew that we loved each other very much now, and regardless of whether she and our parents agreed or not, we were getting married soon. I slammed the door and left.

That night, I received a call from my parents asking me to come home the next day. I knew my sister had told them. Since things had come to this, I decided to bring Sister Wang home with me the next day; it was bound to happen sooner or later anyway. I could tell she was uneasy the whole way. She was dressed appropriately and wore light makeup, but it couldn't hide her anxiety. Yet, she kept advising me to talk things out calmly when I got home, not to upset the elders, and that we could take things slowly if my family objected. I pretended to be calm, smiled, and said, "Don't worry," and turned on the car stereo. An unavoidable argument ensued, a meeting that ended badly. In the end, my parents gave me one sentence: either come home, or never come back. I chose the latter.

After the car left the county, I stopped by the roadside and wept uncontrollably, because of my family's lack of understanding, because of this love that was not understood by others. She gently hugged my head, stroking it, and said through tears, "If it's not possible, we can still be good siblings. Don't make things difficult for yourself, okay?" I wiped away her tears and said, "Don't worry, okay? They'll understand. After all, I'm their son. Time changes everything. As long as you're with me through this, everything will be alright." She nodded, tears streaming down her face.

She spent more and more time at home, meticulously preparing for the wedding. One evening after dinner, I said to her, "Could you bring your daughter, Tian Tian, to live with us? It'll feel more like a home with a child." I could see she was overjoyed. Like a little child, she skipped and ran to me, hugging me and asking, "Is it okay? You won't mind, will you?" I stroked her long hair and said, "Of course not. Our child is the most adorable. How could I mind?" I saw tears welling up in her eyes. She kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Baby, thank you!"

Sweetie was very well-behaved, and we quickly became friends. Whenever I came home, she would be my little shadow. Back then, Sister Wang's favorite thing to do was to watch Sweetie and me play on the deck chair on the balcony. She was happy and content then. I guess that's how people are these days. When you're unknown, friends rarely visit you, but once you achieve something, even strangers will remember you!

This year, my high school classmates who work in the city had a reunion, and I actually received an invitation for the first time in so many years since graduation, and was told by phone that I had to attend. Perhaps without this reunion, my life would be the envy of everyone, but you never know what will happen in this world.

When my Buick pulled up in the hotel parking lot, I was greeted by a multitude of smiling faces and warm hands. Before I could think, a forced, almost indistinguishable smile, honed through years of business dealings, appeared on my face. Like all gatherings, there were handshakes, hugs, toasts, mutual flattery, and crude jokes. The end was the exchange of contact information, along with words of encouragement and well wishes. To be honest, I really didn't like attending these kinds of gatherings. Even without them, based on my principles, if I knew a friend was in trouble, I would try to help, regardless of whether they contacted me. Life isn't easy for anyone; everyone needs to ask for help sometimes. I just wondered why they didn't invite the classmates who were working as street vendors or laborers in this city—we were in the same class! The only real achievement of this gathering, in my opinion, was reaching a preliminary agreement on a collaboration with a classmate. She's a female classmate from high school; her father was an engineer at a research institute, and after retiring, he continued to use his skills at home, making small inventions and innovations. Last year, her father achieved a significant breakthrough, inventing a new fluorescent light starter that not only solved the problem of old fluorescent lights often turning black at one end and having a short lifespan, but also saved 30% on electricity. So she quit her job, started a factory, and partnered with a company in Zhejiang to produce this fluorescent light starter. Everything was set up, but then the other party suddenly withdrew their investment, leaving her in a difficult situation, and the factory has been paralyzed ever since. She heard from my classmates that I had done well in recent years and had some funds on hand. She said that if I could invest two million yuan at once, I could get 30% of the factory's shares. I said at the time that I would seriously consider it.

After returning home, I consulted some knowledgeable friends. They suggested I check the relevant certificates; if they were genuine, the prospects shouldn't be too bad, at least there weren't any similar products on the market yet. A few days later, I went to my classmate's house and casually looked at all the certificates. After confirming everything, I expressed my willingness to invest.

The next day, I had the finance department transfer two million yuan to my classmate's account. Doing this was absolutely unacceptable, because we didn't even have a preliminary agreement, and it would be difficult to handle any problems that might arise. But I trusted my usually shy classmate, and even more so, I trusted her intellectual family. More importantly, during that period, Xiaolin took it upon herself to buy a piece of land owned by a state-owned enterprise and develop residential buildings. I ended up handling almost everything, leaving her to do nothing. Although my classmate repeatedly wanted to sign a contract with our company, I was simply overwhelmed and hadn't even discussed the investment with Sister Wang.

Later, the building Xiaolin developed encountered problems, and Xiaolin and I had to go around finding connections and coordinating with various parties. I was so busy that I often got home late at night, completely exhausted. Finally, unable to manage everything, Sister Wang had to bring in a distant cousin. Sister

Wang's cousin had just graduated from finance school and hadn't found a job yet. Sister Wang's idea was that by putting her cousin in charge of finance, I could give the company manager more authority, which would free me up and prevent me from being too overworked. While Xiaolin and I were incredibly busy, the company manager called to say that a woman had been calling me over a dozen times a day, claiming to be my classmate. (I was so busy at the time that I had turned off my personal phone, and my classmate didn't know my work phone number.) But I couldn't attend to that matter at all, because some of Xiaolin's houses had already been pre-sold, and if they couldn't be delivered on time, it would cause a huge mess.

So, it was delayed until that weekend before I finally met my classmate. Apparently, the factory's production and sales were doing well, but she heard that there were already similar products in Zhejiang, so she wanted to increase production to seize market share and hoped I would invest another 500,000 to 1 million yuan. Without thinking much, I called the finance department and asked them to transfer 500,000 yuan to her. The person who answered the phone was Wang Jie's cousin. That weekend I didn't have time to rest; I was still busy with the commercial and residential building project with Xiaolin. Everything was back to being busy, but I really couldn't have imagined that what happened next would affect my love life, my life, and even my entire life!

The following Tuesday, I had just finished having dinner with the heads of the housing management bureau, seen those big shots off, and sat in my car. As usual, I lit a cigarette when my phone rang. I saw it was a call from the company's finance department, and quickly answered it. When I'm busy outside, my biggest worry is something happening at home. It was the finance manager calling. He said that Sister Wang had just come to check the accounts, asking about the whereabouts of the 2.5 million yuan and what my relationship was with the female factory manager.

Perhaps I was too busy and irritable during that period, and my temper flared up instantly. I asked the finance manager, Sister Wang, where she was. She said she had gone back, but she was very unhappy and scared. I hung up without saying anything and drove straight home.

When I got home, Sister Wang sat on the sofa and asked me why I was back so early. I could tell she was trying her best to act like nothing was wrong. I angrily said, "Can't you just say what you want to say? Why did you cut off my escape route?" She said, "Don't overthink it???" I interrupted her, "What do you mean by coming to the company to check the accounts? Why didn't you just ask me directly? How am I supposed to work in the company after this?" "I heard from my cousin that the company transferred 2.5 million to an electronics factory. I thought it was a large amount, so I wanted to check it out," she said. I said even louder, "You call this 'seeing'? Why didn't you wait for me to come back before asking me?" She probably had never seen me speak to her like this before and started crying. "I only heard it from my cousin. That woman calls you more than ten times a day, and she's unmarried. I heard she even had a crush on you when we were in school??????"

Before she could finish, I threw off my clothes and said, "You're investigating me? You think I would cheat you out of 2.5 million? Keep a mistress on the side? You underestimate me. Even if I were just working for you, what I've done over the years would have exceeded that amount, right? You think I would be like your ex-boyfriends, trying to cheat you out of your money?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I had gone too far, but there was no going back. Her tears fell like beads from a broken string: "I knew it! You'd despise me to some extent, it was just a matter of time! How could you say that to me? Get out!"

I didn't say a word, driving aimlessly through the city's traffic, thinking that the person I loved so deeply thought I was with her for money, that I was supporting a mistress. Does true love even exist in this world? Tears streamed down my face, and I had to pull over. At dawn, I drifted off to sleep in my car.

When I woke up, it was past nine the next day. I drove home; it was empty. I left the house and car keys behind, leaving the home to which I had given all my love, and went to Zhuhai.

I worked at a company on Phoenix Road in Zhuhai for a year, cutting off all contact with the outside world. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2003, I returned to my parents' home in the county town. My parents didn't say anything, only offering me tolerance and understanding. A month later, through their connections, they got me back to my original job. Aside from work, I rarely went out. During that time, I wanted to go see her because I still loved her and missed her, even missing Xiaotian (my sweetheart). But deep down, I always thought that Sister Wang believed I was with her for money, and that urge to see her was extinguished at that moment.

The Spring Festival of 2004 came quickly; I think it was the third year of junior high. My mother's old classmate and her daughter came to visit. Later I found out it was a blind date. To avoid worrying my elderly parents, I reluctantly started dating the girl.

She was a very ordinary girl, but after spending some time with her, I discovered she had many good qualities: simple, kind, well-educated, and very cultured, so we got along very well. That May Day, both sets of parents started discussing engagement, and my heart began to pound with anxiety. I still loved Sister Wang, and I still hoped we could be together. After much deliberation, I decided to go to the city to find her.

When I arrived at the location of our former company, it was now a restaurant. When I went to the place where we used to live, the door was covered in a thick layer of dust. When I went to her parents' house, they wouldn't let me in, saying, "Haven't you ruined my daughter enough?" They shut me out completely. Then I managed to find Xiaolin, who was now the CEO of a large real estate company. She warmly welcomed me and told me everything that had happened.

It turned out that after I left, Sister Wang abandoned everything she was doing and searched everywhere for me. She even came to my house dozens of times to inquire about me, but ultimately to no avail. She fell seriously ill and only recovered six months later. She kept telling Xiaolin that it was her fault, that she had hurt my feelings. It seemed I really didn't want to see her anymore, and she was filled with remorse. Later, she closed her company, asked Xiaolin to sell the new house and the shop in the new district, and took her daughter to Ireland. I don't know the exact location, but she said she never wanted to go back to this place of heartbreak.

With tears in my eyes, I listened to everything, declined Xiaolin's offer to stay, and headed home. The day after I got home, I had a long talk with that girl. Finally, I got to the point, but after only a few words, she said, "I know a little about your past. I don't want to interfere too much. I just hope that being with me is a new beginning for you. If you think I'm okay, let's get engaged. I think you're a good person." I really didn't know what to say to such a sincere and straightforward girl. Plus, my grandmother back home said she'd calculated that our birth charts were particularly compatible, and I suddenly became superstitious. Maybe this was destiny. Urged by both sets of parents, we got engaged, and we got married on Mid-Autumn Festival in 2004.

Life after marriage was peaceful and comfortable. She was a caring person and very filial to her parents. Five years later, on Mid-Autumn Festival... I remember one evening a month before Mid-Autumn Festival, we did what we always did: after dinner, I read the newspaper while she cleared the dishes. While I was reading the newspaper, she called me from the bathroom, asking me to bring in my clothes so she could wash them. I put away the newspaper, grabbed my own clothes and a few of her underwear, and went into the bathroom. I pushed her out, saying, "Go watch TV, the Korean drama is about to start. I'll wash them myself; I'm just killing time." She laughed and said she hadn't misjudged me; I'm a good husband, then smiled and left.

That night, I suddenly remembered that my workplace had arranged for me to attend a training course in the city for a month, leaving the day after tomorrow. I quickly told her. She said, "Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival in a month? Aren't you coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival?" I said I would definitely come back, and I thought it would end early on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. She said, "Then I'll prepare for you tomorrow." The month-long training course passed quickly. The Mid-Autumn Festival is the second most important festival for Chinese people after the Spring Festival, so the training course ended at noon so that everyone could buy some things to take home for the festival. I went to the busiest street in the city, thinking of buying mooncakes for my family.

Just as I was walking through the crowded streets, thinking about which store to go into, someone grabbed my clothes from behind. I turned around and saw that although she had grown taller and bigger, I still recognized her—Little Sweetie. I took her hand and searched through the crowd until I finally found Sister Wang on the street corner. She was covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she looked at me. I pushed through the crowd and rushed over to hug her tightly, wiping away her tears. She said, "Let's go home and sit for a while."

We returned to the home that used to be ours. Her parents were there too. She cooked my favorite dishes, and we ate in silence. After dinner, the old lady took Little Sweetie downstairs, leaving only the two of us in the house, eerily quiet. She spoke first, saying she heard from Xiaolin that I was married and doing well, and she was very happy for me. She said she was in Dublin, the capital of Ireland, and was now the chief agent for Suzhou silk in Ireland, living a stable life. She came back for two reasons: first, to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival; and second, with the help of the local Chinese Chamber of Commerce, to complete the paperwork for her parents' trip abroad, preparing to bring them to live with her. Her flight was tomorrow. I wanted to ask, "Are you really never coming back?" But I didn't say it. In the evening, she saw me off, slipping a box of Miqi mooncakes into my hand. After all these years, she was still so thoughtful; my nose tingled with emotion. As I left, I asked her, "Can I see you off tomorrow?" She looked at me and nodded, telling me to be careful on the road.

That night, lying in bed with mixed feelings, looking at my sleeping wife, I decided to wake her and tell her everything. After listening to me, she nestled against my chest and said she understood that it was a feeling I might never forget. She said, "Go ahead, see Sister Wang off; she's had a hard life too." My tears fell again, uncontrollably, for the two wonderful women I've met. Each tear was a testament to my guilt.

In the airport terminal, Sister Wang helped the elderly woman through security first, then I put Little Sweetie down and escorted her over. The elderly woman led Sweetie inside first. Sister Wang and I looked at each other. She said casually, "When your child is six, send her over to study, and I'll help take care of her." I gave a bitter smile and remained silent for a long time. Boarding time was approaching, and she went in as well. She took a manila envelope from her bag and handed it to me, telling me to open it after she left. I nodded. She opened her arms, and we hugged tightly. She whispered in my ear, "Baby, I will always love you. I'm sorry for everything in the past. I will always love you." After saying that, she suddenly pushed my hand away, strode into security, and never looked back until she disappeared from my sight.

Standing outside the terminal, I opened the file folder. Inside was a letter and a set of keys. The letter read: "My darling: You are the love of my life, past, present, and future, forever! These keys are for our home. I hadn't expected to see you, and I wanted to ask Xiaolin to give them to you, but now I'm so happy to give them to you in person! I've already asked a lawyer to transfer them to your name. For years, I haven't touched anything there; I was afraid you wouldn't recognize our home when you came back. Please visit often, clean it up; all our love remains there. It's my only attachment to my hometown, and if I ever return in my lifetime, it will be my final resting place." Life is full of coincidences, some good, some bad. I thank God for giving me the chance to meet you, for giving me the most beautiful days of my life, unforgettable! No matter who was to blame for the past, I hope you will forgive me, my darling, I'm sorry. Goodbye, my darling, the person I love most in my life and who loves me most. If there is an afterlife, I would gladly spend a lifetime searching for you, just for that one second of true love. My darling, I'm sorry...

The Boeing plane took off, taking away the woman eight years older than me, the woman I once loved most and who loved me most. My tears are flowing freely!

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