Clouds rose in an instant

Chapter 1
After seeing Wu Hanyue off, I drove, feeling a strange unease.
My wife had been gone for half a year, only coming back for three to five days. Surprisingly, when I saw her off, I felt no melancholy, pain, or confusion. I had planned a passionate kiss at the airport, but I found I didn't have the urge, and she didn't seem to have the passion either.
Wu Hanyue was the first girlfriend I met in Runzhou. I graduated from university in Beijing and, by some strange twist of fate, ended up in this city, which could only be considered a second-tier city, working in market research.
My biggest project in my first year was with Sunshine Insurance, and she was an account manager then, also in her internship. She was young and capable, so we naturally met, fell in love, and got married.
For the first year, we lived a blissful life, sometimes secretly taking her with me on business trips, and she was happy to lie to her workplace.
We would lie on the beach at dusk, alone, watching the red sun set, singing songs. Looking back now, it was truly beautiful and romantic.
But this lifestyle quickly disappeared. Our work became much busier. I was promoted to project manager, spending all my time visiting clients and doing analysis. She was even stranger; first, she was promoted to vice president of a company in Hongyang County, a county under Runzhou.
We were basically living apart, but since her family was originally from Hongyang and her parents still lived there, I would spend two days there every weekend, like a weekend getaway.
Later, she was transferred back to the city company, working as a department head for less than six months before being sent by headquarters to Xi'an to develop the Shaanxi market. Sunshine Insurance is truly a young but ambitious company, sending a group of young people to develop a province's market—it's admirable.
Wu Hanyue is a very career-driven person; she's truly willing to humble herself and devote herself entirely to her work. However, the result was that while she did well, she rarely returned to Runzhou. We would talk on the phone every two days, and that was considered communication. During busy periods, we might only be able to talk every four or five days.
Actually, I really want a child, but that's obviously impossible. She told me she'd submitted a report to head office to request a transfer back, and they said they'd consider it, but it's been over a year and there's still no news. I'm turning thirty,
so I've simply stopped thinking about children and am no longer in a rush. Whatever. It's been almost three years like this, and I'm losing patience, or rather, losing faith in marriage. I admit I have an extramarital affair. I think everyone can understand why I say this, because I'm a normal person, and I even have strong sexual urges.
I don't know how much Hanyue knows, but I think she definitely knows, she just never asked me, at most she'd joke about it, and later even that stopped. And I noticed her voice was evasive when she called me; I guess she might be dealing with something in Shaanxi.
I've always been very open-minded about marriage. I really don't think vows of eternal love are meaningful. If we get along, we stay together; if not, we separate. There's no regret. I think maybe one day Hanyue and I will also reach the end. Actually, I think we're both prepared, we just don't say it.
My wife came back to visit her sick father, Mr. Wu Guoxing, who is 56 years old. He used to be the deputy production manager of Xinguang Machinery Company in Runzhou, but the factory went under, so he retired and became a consultant at Hongkang Machine Tool Factory, a private company in Hongyang County.
To be honest, a big reason I haven't divorced him is because of my parents-in-law. They are really good to me; they are always very warm and polite whenever I visit. Mr. Wu has no other hobbies but singing Peking Opera and drinking. Whenever I visit, I always drink a couple of cups with him.
My mother-in-law, Shi Youlan, is 50 years old. She is a history teacher at Hongyang No. 1 Middle School, a very virtuous and kind woman. I don't know how these two stable and conservative couple could have such a spirited daughter.
In fact, the couple also has an older daughter named Wu Jinmei. Her husband, Zhang Guangtao, used to be a driver for her father's company. This Mr. Zhang often drove his superiors home, and somehow, my daughter fell for him and insisted on being with him. Despite all our persuasion, they got married.
Of course, their marriage was disapproved of by the in-laws, and the two families had even less contact. Later, Zhang Guangtao lost his job and started driving a taxi in Hongyang, while Wu Jinmei took her son to the suburbs of Runzhou to open a clothing store (also for the convenience of schooling), which seems to be doing quite well now.
However, Wu Jinmei and her sister are still very close, so our two families have a good relationship. Sometimes when Zhang Guangtao comes over, I invite the couple to have a meal and chat for a while.
It's just that the old man is still very angry about their almost elopement back then, so they rarely visit him. However, they still love their grandson very much, and every time there's a holiday, it's a routine for the two of them to leave the child with the old man, who is happy to take care of him. Of course, this is the mother-in-law's idea; after all, family members can quarrel for a lifetime!
This time, Grandpa's gallstones flared up quite badly, so we had to call Hanyue back from Shaanxi. I also quickly contacted a doctor in Runzhou and arranged for him to have surgery at Hongyang Hospital. We were busy for over a week, and Grandpa finally passed the critical period. My older sister and the others also went to take care of him. I actually felt that the atmosphere at home was a little better now that Grandpa was sick.
Actually, my wife's trip back this time was very rushed. We watched the surgery, took care of him afterward, and then just wanted to sleep during our shifts at my father-in-law's house. We didn't spend much time together, and we didn't talk much.
Only once, when my mother-in-law and older sister were at the hospital, did we have a passionate encounter at my father-in-law's house. That was the only time, but it was very exciting. While showering, she tempted me to scrub her back, and that's how it happened. Back in bed, I got aroused again. After my afternoon nap, looking at her sweet sleeping posture on the bed, I still felt a surge of desire. She
hugged me happily and said, "Your performance during our semi-annual service was pretty good." I was really afraid she'd ask me how I dealt with that kind of thing in Runzhou, but she didn't. However, I could still sense a difference in her body compared to before; I could clearly feel it.
If you asked me if I was comfortable, I initially felt a little awkward, but then I thought, wouldn't getting angry prevent things from happening? Getting angry or feeling unwell is useless; I'm already grateful she didn't make a fuss, why should I torture myself?
After this encounter, we didn't talk much, barely exchanging a few words even when we were together. When she left, I naturally took her to the provincial capital airport. The drive was over an hour, and we mostly chatted about random things, nothing serious.
She did politely mention that her father-in-law's illness was thanks to me, and that I should take care of them in the future. I even politely replied that it was my duty. It felt a bit distant, so it felt strange.
When we parted at the airport, I asked her, "When are you coming back?"
She said, "I'll try to transfer back by the end of this year or the beginning of next year."
I said, "I asked when you'll be back next time, not when you'll be transferred back to work."
She smiled and said, "I don't know, maybe around the Mid-Autumn Festival."
I thought that was at least three months from now.
As the car approached Runzhou city, the phone rang. It was Shang Tao calling. He was my college classmate, a year ahead of me, majoring in Information Engineering, and a teacher of e-commerce at Runzhou University.
According to him, he was an excellent teacher, a very upright person, and handsome—in short, a perfect university teacher. But when we friends ate and sang karaoke together, he didn't seem so extraordinary. Actually, he did all the things we did, but since he wasn't even married, his extravagant lifestyle wasn't considered a serious mistake.
I've known him since college, and we've had a good relationship. Since moving to Runzhou, we've seen each other even more frequently. If you could say men have a concept of "best friends," then he'd be my best friend.
He asked me, "How's your father's condition? Where is he now?"
I said, "I'm on my way back to Runzhou."
He asked, "When do you start work?"
I said, "This afternoon."
He said, "Did you talk to the HR department about the two students I recommended for internships?"
I said, "Why would I talk to two students about internships? Just come on over."
He chuckled and said, "If the internship goes well, won't you keep them?"
I said, "That depends on how it goes."
He said seriously, "The people I gave you are pretty good. Could you arrange for them to meet you this afternoon?"
I said, "Sure, come on over."
We chatted about some trivial things, and finally he said, "How about we grab a bite to eat this weekend?"
I thought for a moment, having forgotten what day of the week it was while I was in the hospital, and asked him, "What day is it today?
" He laughed at me, "Damn it, you've become a hermit, oblivious to the world's affairs. Today's Tuesday, don't forget."
I said, "Just call again."
It's been almost a month since we last saw each other; I've been quite busy lately. To be honest, I've missed him a bit after not seeing him for a month. Maybe friends hold a more important place in my heart.
I parked my car at the company, had lunch at a fast food restaurant near the entrance, and then went to my office.
Just as I sat down, Qian Jiaqi came in carrying a huge stack of folders, saying, "President Ji, you're finally back! This is the project progress report from Jia Hua Company and the mobile company. I've compiled it all. Hui Du Company's report is also finished. Lao Lu's group sent over the report and briefing; they're waiting for your signature and filing before submitting it to the client."
Qian Jiaqi is our secretary, a very professional young woman, quite pretty, and young at only 26. She's capable, but a bit—affected. She especially likes everyone praising her and valuing her. Today she was wearing a beige suit, which really flattered her figure.
I took the Hui Du report and looked at it, asking, "This report is finished, why haven't you given it to the client?"
"How can I give it to them without your signature?"
Sometimes she's more bossy than me; today, I could tell she wasn't in a good mood. I couldn't care less about anything else: "I'm not telling you anymore. Leave everything in the department to Sister Chu while I'm gone. She can just sign off on things, right?"
"Sister Chu won't sign. She says it's against the rules,"
she explained patiently.
"I said, what's wrong with someone as pretty as you today? Why the long face?"
She looked at me, forcing a smile—she was still pleased with my compliment.
"Nothing, just personal matters… I don't need to report everything, do I? Okay, you sign first, I'll file it after you're done."
She pouted and turned to leave.
I said, "Call Sister Chu over."
Chapter 2
Chu Ying, that's Sister Chu.
She came in smiling happily, a stark contrast to Xiao Qian's mournful face. She was wearing a light green knit sweater, looking particularly beautiful.
Everyone in the department called her Sister Chu, because that's what I called her. She's a very special person. When I first joined the company, she was the project manager, and I worked on my first project with her. Later, I became a business manager, and she remained a business manager. Even after I established a project supervision team, she was still stuck in the same position. Later still, I became a department head, and this woman was still a business manager.
She's very capable; she can handle anything assigned to her, and she's very easy to manage. So I talked to General Manager Jia and had her promoted to supervisor, essentially giving her a raise. Actually, the main purpose was for her to handle internal affairs, leaving the more physically demanding tasks to the younger project managers and supervisors.
But what no one knows is that this older woman, whom everyone likes, and I had an inappropriate relationship a year ago. However, we both hid it well at work, and I believe no one noticed.
Everyone treated her like my assistant and respected her.
I gestured for her to close the door.
Her smile faded, and she turned around, saying, "I have good news for you."
She picked up the air conditioner remote on the table and said, "Why isn't the air conditioner on?"
I don't know why, but when it was just the two of us in the office, I felt a surge of excitement. She always makes me feel at peace. She has a demeanor befitting her age—the maturity and composure expected of a 42-year-old woman. Every smile and gesture is comforting. I really want to hug her, but I don't dare at work.
We've had a past relationship, but I always approach her with respect. I can be impulsive, and sometimes she'll agree, sometimes she'll refuse without hesitation, but never bluntly. I'm not someone who gets close to her easily. I know she likes me, but she would never be overly intimate with me at work.
I controlled my emotions and said, "What good news? Mine? It sounds like your own good news!"
"I'm happy for you!"
She sat on the sofa, smiling at me, and said, "Treat me to dinner, and I'll tell you."
Before I could reply, she eagerly said, "The HR manager told me that General Manager Jia wants to promote someone else to vice president, specifically in charge of business. Old Yin is too busy with just one vice president. You're the obvious choice, but they might bring in someone from outside. Either way, you have the best chance!"
"That's it?"
I wasn't surprised at all by this news, because Old Jia had sounded out my intentions before, which was like a promise. I felt that the salary increase was only a little, and there didn't seem to be any other major advantages. In short, I wasn't very interested.
"You're still not satisfied?"
She noticed my indifference, and her mood seemed to be affected. "I
'm not dissatisfied! But I'm not happy either. Actually, I don't really care."
I walked over and sat at the other end of the sofa—not too close, in case someone walked in without knocking.
“Fool, this is a company-level position, a real CEO!”
She acted like an older sister, afraid I would give up such a golden opportunity.
I leaned back on the sofa and sighed, remaining silent for a long time. I remembered my father-in-law's song, “I was originally a carefree person on Wolonggang.” The melody lingered, echoing for days! Now I felt that this perfectly captured my feelings at that moment.
She didn't speak either, just looked at me.
I suddenly remembered something. I sat up straight and said, “How about… I mean, if I really become the vice president, I'll recommend you to take over the marketing department!”
Chu Ying looked at me, a hint of disdain on her face: “Yanbin, do you think I'm the kind of person who wants to be an official?”
Actually, I knew she didn't like being an official. She could do the work, but she had no ambition. It took me three days of persuasion to recommend her for the supervisor position. I said, “Then how about… if I go to the eighth floor, I'll transfer you there to be my secretary.”
She looked at me and chuckled, "What are you thinking? Me, as your secretary? You're in the marketing department, and I'm your assistant, so no one will say anything. But if you become the vice president and I go to your office, don't you think people will find it strange?"
I laughed, "Right, right, it's too easy to be exposed."
She laughed too; actually, she was in a really good mood today. She looked at me coquettishly and said, "I've thought it through. If you go to the eighth floor, I won't be in the marketing department anymore. I'll go to HR. It's less stressful there, not as tiring as here. I can finally enjoy my retirement."
"Or... I won't leave, and you won't leave either. We can stay here, like we are now. Isn't that nice?"
I said impulsively.
“Don’t be silly, how can you not seize this opportunity? It doesn’t come every day.”
She stood up. “Alright, I’ve finished talking, I’m going out now.”
“Wait…”
I quickly stopped her. “I haven’t said what I need to say yet!”
She looked at the stack of folders on my desk and said with a smile, “Then hurry up and tell me!”
“Well, here are a few things. First, have you looked at all those documents?”
“Yes, I have, there are no problems.”
“Then why didn’t you sign them?”
“I got the report yesterday, and I thought since you’re coming back today, I wouldn’t bother with it. Huidu hasn’t been urging me either.”
I knew she didn’t want to stand out and take credit—her image was that of a virtuous wife.
“Second, two students from Dongda University are coming for an internship this afternoon, they might be here for the whole summer. Let’s meet them and see what kind of work we can assign them.”
“Girls?”
“Probably!”
I hadn’t asked Shang Tao, I think he mentioned it once, but I hadn’t paid much attention.
“And the third thing?”
She was still smiling.
“Thirdly, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. I was away this week, and you were busy keeping an eye on things. Thanks for it.”
Chu Ying's smile vanished. She looked me up and down, a hint of disdain in her eyes. After a long pause, she said, “Okay. Your Xiao Wu left?”
“Yes, he left.”
“Then… come to my place for dinner tonight. My husband, Lao Xu, went to Guangzhou, he said…”
I didn't hear the rest of what she said; I was already shocked. I had only intended to treat her to dinner, and I wasn't even sure she'd agree. I never expected her to invite me to her house, where her husband wasn't even home! My God. This wasn't a hint; it was a direct invitation.
How could this be? She'd always seemed kind and approachable, but was actually quite difficult to get close to. What happened? Calming down, I thought either her estrogen levels were high, or she missed me after being apart for a few days.
As I was lost in thought, my face flushed, Chu Ying had already drifted out the door.
Chapter 3
I'm not a person who likes to reminisce, but sometimes memories come knocking on my door.
I remember when I first started working at Ruida, I was assigned to work as a general assistant under Chu Ying. When I first met Chu Ying, I didn't find her particularly attractive. My impression of her was that she was, of course, a leader, but a very kind and approachable older sister figure, and she seemed quite willing to help others, even taking good care
of a clueless person like me. One year during the Spring Festival, I still had work to finish, and she stayed with me until after 6 pm on New Year's Eve, insisting that I spend the holiday at her home. For a stranger in a strange place, I could only describe my feelings at that moment as overwhelming gratitude.
Gradually, I developed feelings for her, but I couldn't say anything, nor did I dare to. In fact, I didn't even know if it was feelings; I just intentionally or unintentionally paid attention to whether anyone was around her desk at work, liked to observe her expression when she spoke to me, and even noticed if she had developed crow's feet around her eyes.
Later, I was promoted to business manager. Gradually, I became busy with my own work, but since we both worked in the same large office, I still had a lot of contact with her, though I never said anything.
Until one day, I was out drinking. I can't remember who I was with or what it was about now, but I must have drunk quite a bit. I remember that night when I got back to the company, I had client information to visit the next morning. When I arrived at the company, feeling dizzy, I found someone sobbing.
I went over and saw it was Chu Ying. That afternoon, her team was working on a project, but she had been severely criticized by Lao Xue, the head of the marketing department. She couldn't take it, so after work, she sat in the office doing her homework and making phone calls. Later, she felt wronged and started crying, which is how I saw her.
I knew about Lao Xue, so I quickly went over to comfort her, repeating things like, "Lao Xue has a sharp tongue but a soft heart," and "Don't take my bad temper to heart," over and over again. She finally stopped crying, but then asked me seriously, "Yanbin, do you men think I'm a stupid and foolish woman?"
I don't know why, but I suddenly said, "No, Sister Chuying, in my eyes you are the most beautiful, the smartest, the kindest, and the best woman."
She was probably stunned by my words, looking at me.
I definitely said this while drunk, "I've felt this way ever since I visited your family for the New Year. I want to see you every day, I even dream about you. I know you have a happy family, so I haven't said or done anything about it. Since you asked me today, I'll tell you I like you—even if the whole world hates you, I still like you."
Chuying clearly didn't expect her unintentional tears to be met with my blatant confession. I believe the shock she felt was no less than the humiliation of being criticized that afternoon. According to her later account, she felt a warm glow inside at that moment.
But her rationality and reserve stopped me, saying, "Yanbin, you've had too much to drink."
I think I probably scared myself at that moment; the alcohol was starting to wear off, but since I'd already said it, it wasn't so terrible anymore. I said, "Sister Chuying, I want to hug you."
After thinking for about twenty or thirty seconds, she nodded. I rushed over impatiently and hugged her as she sat in the chair. Her reaction was blank; she barely moved—
she later told me that she didn't know why she agreed, but it felt like it was destined. The moment I hugged her, she felt her heart itch like a blade of grass awakened by the summer sun.
I kissed her forehead; the scent of her hair stimulated me like an aphrodisiac. I explored kissing her face; she refused and struggled, but I still managed to kiss her. She pushed me away forcefully, and I didn't get to kiss her lips.
She moved a distance away from me and said, "Yanbin, if you keep doing this, I'll get angry."
I was somewhat sober and said, "Sister Chuying, I got too excited."
She said, "You've had too much to drink, go back to sleep."
I said, "I didn't mean to do anything, you're not angry, are you?"
She said seriously, "I'm not angry, but if you do this again, I will be angry."
I don't know how I got out, I just felt like I was fleeing.
When I saw her again later, everyone was a little awkward, but it didn't last long. We quickly returned to our good working relationship, and everyone selectively forgot about what happened that day.
Then I got busy getting married, and she, like an older sister, would occasionally check on my dating progress. Later, when I got married, she was involved in all the preparations, like she was helping her younger brother get married.
Until last April, I remember it very clearly. I was the assistant director of the marketing department then, and she and I went to a client's place in another city to discuss a project. It was her project, almost finished, and we were there to report on the progress with the initial data, and also to build rapport and see how future cooperation would go.
Since I was the head of the marketing department, I naturally became the one being toasted at the dinner table. I can hold my liquor, but I had to control myself, and I stopped drinking after a while. But the client started urging me to drink more. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I resolutely picked up my glass again and continued the fight.
I don't really remember what happened after that, but I drank a lot, though I don't think I lost control.
Because of my outstanding performance at the dinner table, the other party even developed a surprisingly good impression of me. They really thought that one's drinking habits reflect their character, and that someone who drinks like that must be very straightforward! So, to this day, I still maintain a good relationship with my clients. I never imagined that this drinking session would have such an unexpected and positive effect.
But that's a story for later.
When the drinking session ended, I was unsteady on my feet. Chu Ying said, "If it weren't for the client's driver, I definitely wouldn't have been able to help you."
I said, "Help, not carry?"
She said, "Luckily, I can still walk, otherwise, there would have been no way! I would have had to call 120 for help. That would have been too embarrassing."
I broke out in a cold sweat!
When I woke up that night, the alcohol was still making my head spin, but I realized I was lying in a hotel bed. There were flickering lights in front of me, and a very faint sound. I listened carefully and realized the TV was still on. I struggled to open my eyes and looked up to see Chu Ying sitting on another bed, changing channels.
Vaguely, I could see she seemed to have changed into pajamas, as if she had taken a shower. I suddenly felt sticky and wanted to take a shower too. "What time is it?" she asked
, turning to look at me. "You're awake?"
She stood up. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. You... what time is it?"
"It's past two. Do you want some water?"
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
I tried to sit up.
"You're so noisy, always wanting to drink water all night. How am I supposed to sleep?" She
was a little annoyed, but also loving.
I tried to recall the events of last night. After getting a general idea, I smiled and said, "I drank a bit too much last night... I'm so sorry to have troubled you. I'll just go to sleep. You should get some sleep too."
She looked at me and said reproachfully, "Why did you drink so much!"
I had a strong urge to take a shower and wanted to get out of bed. I said, "It's because I'm afraid they'll bully you!"
She smiled and said, "At least you have a conscience!"
Seeing me get out of bed, she asked, "Where are you going?"
"To pee!"
Seeing her still smiling so heartlessly, I said irritably.
Thinking that she had taken care of me all night, I shouldn't be so rude, so I said, "I'm going to take a shower, I'm all sticky. You should rest."
She seemed to say something, but swallowed it back, and after a while said, "After you've showered, I'll go back to my room to sleep."
I rubbed my dizzy head and went into the bathroom.
A hot shower was truly a comforting thing; most of my fatigue disappeared. When I came out, I saw Chu Ying already lying on the bed, asleep.
Yes, she was so tired, busy all day, and then taking care of me until midnight. Seeing her sleeping so quickly and so soundly, even emitting soft snores, I suddenly felt a surge of tenderness.
To be honest, my mind was a bit chaotic at that moment, but the calmness that came after the shower made me feel that I couldn't take advantage of her. So I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. The air conditioning in the room was very strong, so I draped the blanket from my bed over her stomach. She was still fast asleep, sleeping soundly.
I drifted off to sleep again, and when I woke up, I looked beside me. Chu Ying was still asleep. I picked up my phone from the bedside table and checked the time: 6:10. So early!
Perhaps it was because I had showered in the middle of the night, but waking up so early didn't cause me any headaches or dizziness. I couldn't help but sigh, "Good wine! It doesn't bother me at all!" I tiptoed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and shave. When I came back and sat on the edge of the bed, she was still asleep.
I just looked at her. I've always said that Chu Ying must have been a great beauty when she was young, and even now she's definitely one of the most beautiful middle-aged women. Most importantly, she has a different kind of气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance/aura) than most people—noble, somewhat melancholic, and possessing an easily perceptible kindness and even compassion.
Even her sleeping expression made her seem so peaceful and beautiful; even the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes formed a beautiful arc.
Her pajamas were traditional, but I could still see her pink neck as she lay on her side, and... the cleavage that appeared when she lay on her side. I admit, my little brother got hard.
I thought this was an opportunity, perhaps the opportunity I'd been waiting for all along. Should I seize it? If I missed it this time, what about next time? Would there ever be a next time?
My hand, against my will, wanted to touch her, but when I raised it, it trembled even more uncontrollably. Opportunity is fleeting, and just as I was cursing myself for struggling, she woke up without warning.
She said softly, "You're up?"
I stared at her, dumbfounded, internally pounding my head. She sat up as if possessed: "How... I slept here last night?"
I nodded: "You fell asleep after I showered. I covered you with the blanket."
She looked down at the blanket, clearly realizing there was something more important to check. She quickly checked the buttons on her pajamas and the condition of her pajama bottoms. She sighed deeply and said, "I was so tired. I wanted to wait for you to come out so I could go back to my room, and then I fell asleep."
I said disappointedly, "Sleep then, it's fine."
She sat blankly on the bed, seemingly thinking of many terrible things, her face turning pale: "What should we do? The two of us, in the same room, what if someone finds out..."
I really wanted to laugh at her old-fashioned ways, but I held back.
She continued to let her imagination run wild, standing up and saying, "What if it's Lao Xu, what if he finds out!"
I looked at her and smiled, saying, "Did we do anything?"
She quickly looked at her clothes again and asked me anxiously, "Yanbin, last night you... we didn't do anything, did we?"
Although I was disappointed, I didn't want to lose face, so I said, "Sister Chu, nothing happened, don't be afraid."
She seemed relieved by my answer and her own test results, sitting down on the edge of the bed and saying, "That scared me to death... but it doesn't sound good if word gets out!"
Women, why are they so strange!
I thought Chu Ying was usually a very capable woman with unique thinking and strong abilities, so why was she so flustered at this moment?
"Sister Chu, what are you afraid of!"
"You...you don't know, of course women are afraid!"
"My silly sister, it's just the two of us here, no outsiders will know, and I really didn't do anything, so what are you afraid of!"
She paused, speechless. After a long while, she said, "You're quite the gentleman!"
I was already resentful of my own stupidity, and now her praise sounded like the cruelest mockery.
"A gentleman? I truly hate that I'm a gentleman!"
She looked at me, puzzled. I think she saw the burning desire in my eyes and involuntarily leaned back.
I felt I should seize the last opportunity before she escaped the room. So, I tried my best to suppress my pounding heart and said, "Sister Chu Ying, I've told you before that I like you. I still...like you."
She was completely stunned by my sudden confession. She sat there, frozen in place.
I continued my speech: "Didn't you feel it? I think you're the best woman in the world to me. For a long time, I've been silently thinking of you, but I know you have a family, and I can't be selfish enough to ruin your happiness. But I also don't want to lie to myself. I don't know why, maybe... you understand what I'm saying, right?"
I looked at Chu Ying. Her face didn't show the surprise I expected; instead, it was calm, even calmer than before. She just looked at me calmly.
"Actually, just now... when you were asleep, I looked at you for a long time. I really think you're so beautiful. I admit I thought about it... but I didn't, I didn't do anything, because I didn't want to do something you wouldn't want. Actually, I just wanted to tell you that I like you, I really like you!"
To be honest, I was probably very excited at the time, so I didn't even know what I was saying, but as long as she understood what I said, that was enough, wasn't it?
After I finished speaking, Chu Ying looked at me, then turned her head to look at the television, seemingly deep in thought. I waited for her for a while, then turned back: "Do you know how old I am?"
I knew she was going to bring up age again. I nodded. "I know."
"I'm almost 15 years older than you, you know that?"
Her melancholy gaze returned. "I have a family, my daughter is about to start high school! You know that?"
"I know, I like you, I've always liked you. I didn't just tell you I liked you now that we're in the same room. I told you a long time ago, and it's always...never changed. And it never will."
I spoke the truth, not empty words, and at that moment, I was moved by my own words.
She seemed moved too. She said softly, "I just want to know why?"
"Why? I've been in your group since I joined the company, and you've always been so good to me. I don't know why, but I just felt you were so good to me, so kind, and I fell for you. I felt like you cared for me and looked after me like an older sister."
As soon as I said that, I regretted it!
She said, "Then why don't we just stay the way we were before? Yanbin, I also think you're great, like an obedient little brother. You shouldn't be thinking about anything else right now. Let's just stay the way we were before, okay?"
"But I can't take it anymore. If this continues, I'll go crazy!"
I felt this was my last stand. I knew that after this conversation, there was no turning back.
She still looked at me hesitantly.
I said blankly, "Sister Chuying, after today, we can't be like before anymore, can we?"
Yes, thinking about it carefully, we'd either become closer or strangers, or even enemies. How could we stay the same as before?
She obviously knew this outcome too. She remained silent and asked, "Then what do you want?"
I really didn't know how to answer her incredibly silly question. I paused for a moment and said, "I want to hug you, I want to kiss you!" I
couldn't say anything more, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. Actually, she already knew what I wanted. I felt this might be a sign of her tacit approval, so I stood up and moved closer to her bedside.
She didn't push me away: "You really like me, don't you?"
I nodded!
"You drank too much last night, was it... for me?"
I nodded even more vigorously.
She suddenly looked up at me, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes.
"Just this once!"
I smiled... and she agreed!
I kissed her face, her delicate yet cold face. I could feel her blinking frequently, and I could almost hear her frantic heartbeat.
I kissed her lips, but she remained motionless. Her lips were burning hot. My tongue tried to gently open her mouth, and although she tried to resist, I managed to slip inside.
What a faint fragrance! Actually, she hadn't brushed her teeth that morning, but I could smell a faint fragrance in her mouth. I was completely aroused by this fragrance. This was the moment I had been waiting for, I told myself, and my little brother immediately reacted.
We kissed and kissed like that, and her breathing gradually became heavier. I knew she was getting hot too.
My hand gently rested on her chest. She instinctively tried to pull away, but my left arm caught her, and I continued to kiss her passionately. Her breasts were firm, full, and wonderful to touch. I impatiently reached for her buttons, but she dodged me.
She asked me, her eyes glazed, "Is this really necessary?"
My dear sister, what else could I do? I looked at her intently, with a fervent gaze, and said, "I want you."
A smile suddenly appeared on her face. She began to unbutton her clothes, and I saw her body gradually revealed itself. My God! A larger expanse of white flesh was exposed—a pair of breasts, not large, but not small either, and she was even wearing a bra.
Forgetting all restraint, I ripped off all the buttons on her clothes, tore off her top, and threw it on the bed. She shyly covered her chest. I went over to her, supporting her waist, and lifted her to her feet.
Neither of us spoke, our breathing heavy. I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She lowered her head, seemingly unable to meet my hungry eyes.
I saw it, oh my god, I saw it! Even though her hands were still trying to cover those two bouncy little rabbits, I still saw it. They were two very beautiful breasts, just as I could imagine, not too big, not too small, white as cream, with pale brown nipples, like two ripe grapes, and they were erect. The areolas weren't as large as some women's, but rather compact, round, and pink.
My God! I leaned down and kissed her breasts, kissed her nipples, my face buried in her breasts. What a wonderful feeling, what a beautiful moment!
She was trembling, her breathing was heavy, and the air in her throat was becoming murky. I knew she was aroused too.
I stood up, cheek to cheek with hers: "Is it comfortable?"
She didn't answer.
I held her, my hands tracing her smooth skin, moving downwards, further down, until I touched her buttocks—soft yet firm. I pulled upwards forcefully, and her body pressed against mine, her soft breasts coolly pressed against my chest.
She almost lost her balance from my embrace, letting out a soft, reproachful moan, trying to push me away with her elbows. Of course, I wasn't going to let her escape so easily. I supported her buttocks with one hand, while the other gently slid down to her waist.
She visibly startled, but my hand was already on her private parts. Through the soft fabric, I could feel between her legs. My fingers gently explored deeper. Yes, I felt the beginning of that little crevice.
Her hips twitched noticeably, and she whispered, "This isn't right."
I didn't answer, continuing to explore further. I could feel a distinct protrusion; I knew it was her clitoris. I gently rubbed and pressed it, not looking at her, but anticipating her possible reaction.
Her body heaved more and more noticeably, and her legs began to tremble. My hand continued to probe deeper into her cleft, then returned to rub her clitoris. After repeating this several times, I could hear her breathing heavily, and she was making muffled sounds in her throat.
I quickened the pace of my hand movements. She clearly couldn't take it anymore, and her head suddenly fell onto my shoulder. She said, "Do you really want to do this?"
Her words and the wetness of her vulva that my fingers could feel made me believe that the moment was about to come.
"Sister Chu Ying, I love you, I love you, I want to make you happy!"
My voice trembled as well.
Her body began to sweat. She clearly knew what was coming. She gently pressed my hand against hers, looking at me with a dazed expression, and said, "Yan Bin, I'm a little scared."
I kissed her, kissing her again and again. I wanted to tell her not to be afraid, to enjoy this moment.
My tongue and my lips kissed her neck, her chest, her nipples and areolas, her waist. I knelt in front of her and gently pulled down her pajama bottoms. She didn't resist.
I saw white panties, and I yanked them down, pulling them all the way down to her knees.
She let out a soft "Ah..."
I was also startled, because what I saw was the first time I'd ever seen anything like it—a pubic vulva. A vulva as white and tender as a young girl's was clearly presented before me, just two pink mounds of flesh forming the opening. I was utterly astonished; my heart was pounding in my throat. From university
until now, I'd seen at least twenty or thirty women's vulvas—and I'm not exaggerating. Some were from romantic relationships, others from the world of prostitution—but this was the first time I'd ever seen a pubic woman in real life.
It was a tremendous visual and psychological shock. I just squatted there, staring at the scene before me, motionless for a long time.
She said, "Did I scare you?"
I looked up and saw her tense yet gentle eyes.
I didn't say anything, and suddenly pounced on her onto the bed. She gasped, lying on her back. I had to act like a man, because I couldn't take this anymore. I wanted to go inside, I wanted to insert my little brother, I wanted to fuck her!
I yanked down her pants between her knees. Before she could even react, I parted her legs, revealing a clearer, more complete vulva—a small, white vulva.
Compared to her fair legs, her vulva was a darker shade, but because it was hairless, it looked exceptionally clean. To be precise, it was a purplish-red, with long, slender, pink labia majora. I couldn't see the opening; it was still tightly hidden inside. I couldn't wait any longer.
I lifted her legs, bent down, and kissed her vulva.
She was terrified and tried to pull away, saying, "What are you doing?"
But my lips pressed against her clitoris, and her arched body was pushed back down. My nostrils were filled with the scent of a mature woman. I couldn't describe the smell; I could only call it the scent of a mature woman, but for any man, it was undoubtedly the best aphrodisiac.
My lips explored her vulva like a meticulous scout, trying to figure everything out. My tongue touched the depths of her labia majora, gently parting them. Yes, there, there, that little cave. My tongue probed
the cave, and she let out a soft moan, as if she wanted to scream, but then realized it was inappropriate and quickly covered her mouth, propping herself up and saying, "Yanbin, what are you doing!"
I didn't care about her at all. My tongue, like a greedy anteater, licked its prey inside. My nose was pressed against her clitoris, moving up and down, and soon her waist began to twist violently.
My tongue swirled and stirred inside, and gradually I could feel her vulva getting wetter and we could even hear the gurgling sound of my tongue moving.
Her waist twisted like a pretzel, and her moans became indistinct. I sat up, and she was still twisting as if by inertia. I took off my vest, pulled off my pants and shorts. I couldn't wait any longer. My little brother has been hard all this time, it's really become a stick.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just a sex animal, because my sexual desire has always been very strong, and I'm confident in my ability. I admit there are times when I'm not up to par, but it's either because I'm particularly tired, or because the stimulation in front of me isn't enough.
And at this moment, Chu Ying is the best, the most perfect stimulation. Not just referring to her smooth vulva, but even just the fact that this woman, whom I look at with the same affection as an older sister,
is lying there, I couldn't control myself. I knelt in front of her, guided my penis to her vulva, it wasn't difficult, I could clearly see the opening, and it went in easily. Just a little bit in, and she cried out, covered her mouth, and waited in fear.
This moment also had special meaning for her. She later said that this was the first time she had been with a man who wasn't her husband—I absolutely believe what she said.
I adjusted my position, and with another push, my penis smoothly slid into her vulva. She was obviously terrified by this big, hard thing inserted into her body. She covered her mouth with one hand and grabbed my arm with the other, saying, "Yanbin, slow down."
I slowly pulled out a little, then thrust in a little more. There was already quite a bit of fluid inside. After a few slow thrusts, I started to increase the frequency.
Her breasts swayed irregularly up and down under my impact. The scene was truly lewd! My hands gripped her breasts, while my penis pounded in like an electrified drill.
She tried to squeeze her legs together one moment, then spread them wide the next, her voice rising and falling, but her eyes remained tightly closed. I adjusted the rhythm. This was based on my experience; speed and depth had to be combined. It's hard to penetrate deeply when you're fast, but you can do it slowly.
As I slowly entered, she clearly relaxed a little, but my penis suddenly pierced all the way in, like entering another door, and suddenly the view opened up. She let out a soft "Ah!" but dragged out the last syllable, her eyes opening wide in a jolt of excitement, but she didn't even glance at me.
I slowly pulled out, and her body went limp. I entered her again, deeper and deeper… She repeated her moans. A woman's moans are the best encouragement for a man's performance, especially when they are genuine expressions of emotion.
Seeing Chu Ying's stern yet barely concealed excitement, I became even more excited. I thrust in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, but my lower back still felt a little sore, probably because I was quite tired yesterday. I whispered, "Shall we change positions?"
She didn't speak, only making "mmm" sounds in her throat, indicating she didn't want to change. She liked this position, okay, let's continue!
I dragged her a little to the edge of the bed, standing off the edge myself, so I didn't have to kneel, but could stand and bend over, which felt much better. More importantly, when I thrust deeply, it seemed to go deeper than before.
I held her legs up and thrust vigorously, and when I looked up, I saw her languid gaze fixed on me between her legs.
"Yanbin, you're killing me..."
I wiped the sweat from my forehead and laughed.
I don't know how long I went on like this, but it wasn't longer than usual, because I really felt my back getting tired. I tried to control the tingling sensation in my glans, but I couldn't. I had no choice but to let it ejaculate.
I believe that with the continuous hot semen hitting Sister Chu Ying's pussy, she must have reached her climax, because her moans didn't stop with my ejaculation, and her voice was full of cathartic pleasure, although it was clearly suppressed.
Before my penis was even pulled out, white semen had already flowed out of her pussy. As my penis withdrew from her vagina, she was still convulsing. A gush of thick semen gushed out.
Actually, I particularly enjoyed seeing this scene; men, I suppose, all really enjoy watching their sperm flow from a woman's vagina—it's a successful act of conception.
She continued convulsing for a while, her voice gradually weakening, her legs still spread apart as before, seemingly too weak to close. I was able to watch this beautiful scene for a longer time. Suddenly, a bad thought struck my mind.
I hurriedly shook Chu Ying, saying, "Sister Chu Ying, Sister Chu Ying, oh no, I forgot to bring a condom."
She seemed to be woken from a dream, pausing for a long time before finally coming to her senses, saying, "It's okay, I have an IUD."
Those words immediately put my mind at ease. I gently leaned down and kissed her cheek. She kept her eyes closed, letting me kiss her. I kissed her neck, her shoulders…
Just as I was about to kiss her breasts, she sat up sideways and said, “I’m about to fall apart.”
I quickly asked, “Is it comfortable?”
Her face immediately turned red. After a long while, she finally managed to say one word: “Mmm.”
I was so happy with her answer and was about to ask again…
when she asked, “What about you?”
“Me? I’m comfortable too!” She
rubbed her hands together happily.
She looked down and saw my little brother, which had already gone limp. She said reproachfully and shyly, “This naughty thing!”
I chuckled, “Who are you talking about?”
“You and it are both! Both naughty things!”
Chapter 4
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I don’t think this is a pornographic story; it focuses on the story’s progression. I hope everyone can understand and enjoy it.
I didn’t expect so many friends to like my old work. Hehe, I’m really touched. Okay, I’ll find some time to write again and see if I can keep going.
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I insisted on going into the bathroom with her to shower. She tried to block the door from letting me in, but I was strong enough to squeeze in, saying I'd scrub her back. She said no, and I said I wouldn't charge.
Actually, once we were inside, she panicked even more because a large mirror on one wall clearly showed our naked bodies. She hurriedly tried to cover herself, but her nipples were still visible.
She blushed with embarrassment and turned around, saying, "Get out, please."
I grabbed her from behind, cupping her breasts in my hands, and said, "I won't leave. I want to be with you forever."
She was stunned, looked up at me in the mirror, and said, "Do you really like me?"
I didn't need to lie, so I looked her straight in the eye and said, "I like you, I love you."
"You're not saying this because you want to...?"
"Sister Chu Ying, no, I like you not for that, or rather, not just for sex. I... I want you to be a part of my life, and I want to be a part of yours."
I don't know if she understood what I was saying, but that was what I wanted.
I saw in the mirror that she had lowered her hand and turned to me, saying, "Then let's just do it this once! Okay?"
Why think about the future? I knew I couldn't affect her family, but just this once… She was so adorable.
I smiled and said, "Sister Chu Ying, don't worry, I'll respect your decision."
She looked at my reflection in the mirror with a half-smile and said, "Now you've finally succeeded."
Women, always insecure, that's how I understood her at the time. I smiled and said, "Sister Chu Ying, honestly, I really like you."
"The old folks say, one wrong step leads to another, I don't know how I'm going to live my life after this wrong step!"
She was still worried about the future, which was perfectly normal, and I was speechless for a moment.
She looked in the mirror again and said, "I'm over forty years old, I'm getting old and my looks have faded. I don't know what you still like about me?"
I immediately had something to say, looking directly at her in the mirror, "Sister Chu Ying, look at you, you're really beautiful, with such a great figure and such fair skin."
She chuckled, "Fair skin? You're almost an old woman. Your breasts are sagging, and you've got some belly fat."
What she said was true. Her breasts had indeed sagged a bit, but what forty-year-old woman would have breasts as firm as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl? Besides, the sagging wasn't severe. When she stood up straight, her breasts looked like two small pears, with her nipples still perky like pear stems. There was some loose flesh on her stomach, more noticeable when she was lying down, but not so noticeable when she was standing.
I admit, I like women older than me. I don't know if this is a quirk, but I think it's good. I can appreciate their mature beauty, which is hard to describe in words, but that beauty, that unique scent, that feeling makes me feel safe.
I'd mentioned this feeling to Shang Tao before, and he laughed, calling it a mother complex. I denied it, and he started quoting classical texts. But so what! Some people like oil paintings. Some like traditional Chinese paintings; it's just different interests.
I said, "Sister Chu Ying, you know what? Your beauty isn't the kind of beauty a young girl has; it's mature beauty. You're really beautiful, I wouldn't lie to you."
She turned to look at me and said, "Youth is beauty. Everyone puts on this and that every day just to look younger."
I hugged her from behind and said, "My dear sister, young girls have their beauty, but you've had that kind of beauty too; women your age have a beauty that some people will never have."
She laughed in the mirror and said, "You really know how to talk."
After a while, she said, "Look at my...down there, isn't it particularly strange?"
Honestly, the most striking thing about Chu Ying in the mirror was her smooth vulva. I was about to ask her something before she did, but now that she did, my little brother was aroused again.
"Yes, it's particularly...particularly exciting!"
She suddenly noticed my erection behind her, staggered, and said, "Excited my foot!"
I still grabbed her, but didn't dare get too close, and said, "Your husband must be so excited... so happy."
It sounded like a slip of the tongue, but I did it on purpose, and she probably could tell: "Men! You see them every day, what's there to be excited about? When we first got married, it was really... good. Later, after we had children, it became less frequent. Now he's busy, and I'm busy too. It's good if he thinks of you once every few months. We're an old married couple."
Ah... I kind of understood. Actually, women this age are most easily overlooked, and they all want to be loved, not just sexually, but also emotionally.
I unconsciously said, "Sister Chu Ying, I will love you from now on, I will spoil you."
She looked at me, her expression seemingly quite moved: "You... you know how to talk."
"I'm telling the truth."
Indeed.
She pulled away from me, walked to the shower, and said, "Whether it's real or fake, we only have this one crazy time. What more could we ask for? A forever?"
I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "Watch my actions!"
She laughed, "Stop being silly, get out, I'm going to take a shower."
I quickly said, "I'll help you."
She covered herself with the towel she had taken from the towel rack, turned around, and pretended to be terrified
, saying, "Go away, what kind of talk is that!" I thought she was faking her fear because I felt there wasn't a firm rejection in her eyes. So I said seriously, "It's like a married couple taking a shower together. What couple hasn't showered together before..."
She looked at me with those bright eyes... I couldn't resist such a maternal, loving gaze, especially in such a lewd setting.
"But we're not a couple."
"Can't we just act like a couple today?"
Her eyes were still on me. After a moment of thought, she said, "Actually, Lao Xu and I have never showered together."
What an insensitive man! This is blatant waste! I moved closer and held her tightly. She giggled and struggled, but couldn't break free.
I pushed her against the wall and turned on the shower. The water wasn't hot yet, but I didn't care. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, and her mouth.
The water soaked my head and body, then splashed onto her face and body. In an instant, it was as if we were in a waterfall. This was a real "wet kiss."
Water is the most stimulating thing for human desire. My kisses soon made me feel her heavy breathing again. She pushed me away forcefully, looking at me coquettishly: "What are you doing now? Didn't we say we were going to take a shower?"
I laughed and said, "Hehe, I like you."
She pushed me away reproachfully and stood under the shower: "You're up to no good!"
I wasn't going to leave her for even a moment. I rushed over and hugged her from behind, saying, "I don't want to leave you for a minute."
As I spoke, I cupped her breasts with my hands.
Sweet words are most likely to move a woman, especially one who has just given herself to you. They need to find a sense of balance in the decision they just made, to make themselves feel that their sacrifice was justified—this is my research. It works just as well for a highly educated woman like Chu Ying, because she is a woman.
I admit that I have met different women before and after this, but Chu Ying is definitely a very different one. Sometimes I even hate myself for my impulse in the hotel. If I had just treated her as a close confidante, it would have been fine.
I mean, I never treated her as a secret lover. She was like a sister who took meticulous care of me, so I felt no pressure at all to tell her I loved her. I was willing to say it, and she liked to hear it. That's the effect.
One important sign that she was moved was: "Where did you learn to be so smooth-talking!"
I picked up the shower gel and said, "Let me apply the shower gel for you."
She didn't say anything or stop me, but she still turned her back to me.
I squeezed out a little shower gel and gently applied it to her back, my fingers as light as possible, as if caressing a work of art. Her back was incredibly smooth and white, like a jade sculpture.
My fingers lightly traced her shoulder blades, her back, and slid down to her waist.
Her body began to writhe.
I then reached forward and massaged her lower abdomen, moving upwards and upwards until I touched her breasts.
She leaned back against me, seemingly enjoying it, yet also subtly struggling.
I gently flicked her nipples, and they hardened reflexively with just a touch. I playfully pinched them, and her head rubbed against my shoulder.
I asked, "Does it feel good?"
She hummed in response.
My arms were wrapped around her, holding her close, my fingers dancing on her breasts, sometimes pinching her nipples, sometimes circling them. My penis was already hard, and I mischievously pressed it against her buttocks.
She noticed, of course, and turned back to whisper, "Hard again?"
"It's been hard for a while."
Her hand lowered, carefully touching my penis. She released it as soon as she touched it, as if startled, but then gently grasped it again: "How come it's so big?"
I laughed: "You only realize that now?"
She didn't speak, her face flushed with embarrassment, and said, "Youth is wonderful!"
I said, "That depends on the person, because you're so beautiful."
"It's a pity we can't be together, not forever."
That was what she truly felt, I thought.
"Let's cherish every minute we're together. Let's make every minute, every second, joyful."
She nodded.
My hand slid towards her vulva, while my penis rubbed against her body. When my fingers touched her clitoris, she squirmed and said, "Trying to be naughty again?"
My fingers didn't stop, gently stroking her clitoris. Her body writhed even faster, like a snake. Soon I could feel her vulva becoming wet.
Her face flushed, she said, "Wait, wait, I haven't washed yet. It's still sticky with your semen down there."
She pulled away from me, grabbed the showerhead, and bent down to rinse her vulva, saying, "You ejaculated a lot, and quite a bit is on the sheets."
I said, "Let me help you wash."
She turned away, avoiding me, saying, "No need, if you wash, you'll ruin things again!"
I laughed, "Do you want me to do something bad?"
She lowered her head, rinsing her white, tender vulva, and after a couple of seconds said, "I don't know."
Not knowing meant—she wanted to.
I snatched the showerhead from her, saying, "Don't rinse anymore, you'll ruin it. Lie down, okay?"
She obediently handed me the showerhead, saying, "How could I ruin it?"
She obediently asked, "Where should I lie?"
I pointed to the toilet. She looked at me, puzzled, but still bent down.
Her big, white buttocks were right in front of me, which was incredibly stimulating. I squatted down too, and then I could see her rosy vulva, with droplets of moisture hanging there like pearls. Perhaps she had just been intimate with me; her labia were slightly open. I stood up…
She asked, "Why are you doing this?"
When she realized my penis was already pressed against her opening from behind, her legs trembled, and she said, "Like this?"
I hadn't expected her to be unfamiliar with doggy style, but this only fueled my desire to give her a completely new experience. I guided my erect penis to her vulva, and with a slight twist of my waist, it slid in.
She cried out.
I tried to push forward, but it seemed the angle was wrong. I gently pressed down on her back, signaling her to lie down a little deeper. This made it much easier to go in. I felt my erect penis pressing against the flesh of her vulva as it slid in, all the way to the deepest point.
If I hadn't been holding her waist tightly, she would have collapsed to the ground. Clearly, the stimulation was something she'd never experienced before; it was too much for her.
With each thrust, she cried out, initially restrained, but soon growing louder.
The rear-entry position provides a different kind of stimulation for a woman than the front-entry position; there's more contact area, and the stimulation is more intense, especially for someone new to it—it's almost unbearable.
Chu Ying's legs started trembling.
Actually, this kind of thrusting was quite tiring for me too, because I had to bend my knees to accommodate her vagina. I grabbed her hands and pulled her off the toilet seat, creating a new angle between us, allowing me to straighten my back. This thrusting was obviously faster and more efficient.
She was almost completely unable to move, only able to moan softly. I grabbed her wrists and looked up, seeing the scene in the mirror.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her expression a mix of pleasure and pain, her mouth wide open, her breasts drooping as I thrust forward.
I was captivated by the scene; I felt my strength surge with the sight. I thrust, and thrust again, her breasts heaving violently with each stroke. The faster I thrust, the faster they swayed. It was so beautiful. As
I worked so diligently, I felt like I was riding a horse, gripping her arms like reins. No wonder some describe sex with a woman as riding a horse; it really felt like it.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized it was me. A strange feeling. This was truly my first time, like watching myself in an adult film during sex.
Suddenly, I noticed a change in Chu Ying. With each thrust, I couldn't hear her moan anymore; she seemed to be suppressing her breath. Her moans only appeared after three or four thrusts, rough and primal, coming from her throat.
I knew her climax was near.
Sure enough, just as I slightly increased the frequency of my thrusts, she suddenly let out a soft groan, her legs gave way, and she slumped to the floor. I quickly knelt down; her eyes were closed, her flushed face was covered in sweat, and she was breathing heavily.
I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
She leaned against the toilet, still panting heavily, and after a while, she finally calmed down and said, "Oh my god, you killed me."
I knew she was alright, so I jokingly asked, "How was it? Was it good?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me, her gaze both passionate and shy: "It was good."
Hearing her say it was good was no easy feat. I immediately tried to help her up.
She looked at me in horror and said, "What? Again?"
I looked at my little brother and said, "It's still hard."
She hesitated, then stood up shakily with my help, and said, "Can we stop today? I've had enough."
"I'm almost done, just a little while..."
I coaxed her, "I'll make you feel good."
"I... I already feel good."
She was a little scared, "If you keep going, I'm really going to die."
She said that, but still obediently leaned on the toilet seat.
I aimed my little brother at her little white pussy and thrust it in again. She instinctively let out a cry again.
This time I knew I couldn't go on for too long, or something bad would really happen, so I went in very fast, like a wound-up hammer, pounding it again and again. But maybe because I had just ejaculated, I could last longer and didn't feel the urge to ejaculate.
She couldn't hold back any longer, and said in a tearful voice, "Yanbin, hurry up, okay? I can't stand anymore."
I didn't answer, nor did I have time to. I pulled my penis to her vaginal opening, then thrust it back in, pulling it out a little more, the glans passing through the tight grip of her vaginal opening, and immediately felt a sensation.
After trying this twenty or thirty times, I felt I was about to ejaculate, and immediately began to thrust wildly. The sound of our bodies colliding was terrifyingly loud. My ejaculation gate finally opened, and a tingling sensation spread from my toes to the tip of my head. I held her waist and gently thrust.
Finally, I ejaculated.
The moment I pulled out, semen gushed out. I looked closely and saw a steady stream of semen flowing down from her red opening (which was already everted). It flowed onto the ground, forming a large puddle.
She just lay there, panting, without moving. The semen continued to drip, and I, exhausted, squatted down. I was truly exhausted. For a long time, neither of us spoke, and only the sound of our breathing filled the room.
After a while, she rolled over and plopped down on the toilet seat, saying, "I'm really going to die today!"
I squatted down, looking at her, and laughed
, saying, "Exciting, isn't it?" She was still trying to catch her breath and said, "This time I'm in heaven!"
A moment later, she saw a large puddle of semen on the floor and said, "Is it all yours?"
I nodded, offering no other answer.
"So much? You're just... a live donkey!"
Chapter 5
It was a crazy morning. We took a proper shower, and when we came out, I pulled her onto my bed. We just hugged and chatted, and after a few words, she fell asleep. I fell asleep too.
When I woke up, I wanted to continue with this sleeping beauty, but she absolutely refused, saying that her lower body was swollen. I had no choice but to give up.
She asked me, "Are you happy now?"
I stroked her breasts and said, "I want to be with you every day."
She said, "I won't be your mistress."
Her words were resolute, as if she had made the decision in her sleep.
"I will always see you as my sister,"
I said.
She seemed satisfied with my answer and said, "From now on, you're not allowed to force me. You absolutely can't show any of that in the office. You have to respect me. Also, we won't interfere with each other's families. We need to agree on three rules."
I said, "That's four rules already."
The day after I returned that time, she came to my office and had a long talk with me. It was very serious. The gist of it was that being together was a mistake, and we couldn't continue like that. She hoped I would still treat her like an older sister, and she would still treat me like a younger brother.
I knew this was the guilt she felt after seeing her husband and daughter at home, and I solemnly expressed my respect for her decision. For the next two or three months, we acted as if nothing had happened, interacting like ordinary colleagues. But the truth is, we could fool others, but we couldn't fool ourselves. One
day, she, other colleagues, and I went on a business trip. After finishing, without discussing it with her, I announced to everyone, "Our Sister Chu is going to a neighboring city. You all go back first."
She didn't object at all.
And so things continued as before.
We both cared about each other. Sometimes I felt like she was my real wife. If I didn't see her every day, I really felt like something was missing. She was the same.
We rarely had sex, mainly because she was very cautious. We only went to hotels occasionally, and rarely to my house, because she was afraid of being seen by colleagues. Her house was in a remote area, and I would only go to her house when she felt extremely safe, but every time it was very passionate. What
we were satisfied with was that we didn't just have sex; we would also hug like lovers, talk about life, and so on. Actually, it felt really good.
It's just that we never acted too intimately at work, let alone did anything inappropriate. We were practically natural actors; we got along very well together, and even when we got angry, no one would suspect that a young marketing director would have that kind of relationship with a woman a decade older than him.
She wasn't clingy, didn't interfere in my life, and I didn't try to restrict her in any way. I thought it was pretty good. It was enough to just have each other in our hearts. Most of the time, she wasn't really my lover; she was more like my older sister.
As I was lost in my own thoughts, someone knocked on the door. It was Qian Jiaqi.
"President Ji, two college students said they're here for an internship and are here to report to you."
I checked my watch; 2:40, quite early.
"Where are they?"
Qian Jiaqi said, "They're right at the door."
"Let them in."
Qian Jiaqi nodded, then made a face at me before leaving, saying in a sweet voice, "Two pretty girls!"
I said, "Call Sister Chu in."
Two pretty girls? Actually, I don't like having many girls in my department. To be honest, men have stronger execution and logical analysis skills in research, but we already have quite a few girls in our department.
Most of them are in back-office work, and the few who are good at projects are generally not very capable. Men are easier to get started with and more likely to achieve results. Well, they're interns after all. I'll let them go back to school after a while, or if it doesn't work out, I'll put one in a project and the other in back-office work, and we'll see.
As I was thinking this, Qian Jiaqi knocked on the door and came in. Sure enough, there were two girls behind her. They were clearly students, dressed in t-shirts and jeans. I asked their names, and one was named Zhang Juanjuan, and the other Jin Xiaona. I asked them what they studied in school, what skills they had, and what they wanted to learn at the company.
Just then, Chu Ying came in, and I introduced them to each other.
From their answers, I could tell that Jin Xiaona was smarter and thought things through more, so her language was more concise. Zhang Juanjuan seemed more outgoing, and her appearance was sweeter; her eyes crinkled when she smiled, and she had a good figure, but she seemed to talk very quickly and liked to interrupt.
Overall, I was generally satisfied with them. After asking a few simple questions, I asked them to leave first, and then said to Qian Jiaqi and Zhu Ying, "So, what do you think?"
Qian Jiaqi was just a secretary, but she liked to show off, and she didn't intend to let Zhu Ying speak first: "I think she's still a bit inexperienced. She's okay for odd jobs, but she's probably not good enough for sales, though she's pretty."
I looked at Zhu Ying.
Zhu Ying thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Qian is right. These people are here for internships, so we can't give them anything too complicated. I think one of them can do internal affairs, and the other can do post-analysis. We'll see how they go for it, and if it doesn't work out, we can switch them."
I smiled and said, "Sister Zhu, you must have thought about what they should each do."
Qian Jiaqi chimed in, "Then doing internal affairs means following me, right?"
Zhu Ying nodded, "Yes, following you and learning from you. What do you think of Zhang Juanjuan?"
"The prettier one? Not bad, but she talks too much."
Zhu Ying said abruptly, "You talk too much?"
I almost burst out laughing. I held back and said, "Sister Zhu, what do you think about putting Jin Xiaona in the analysis team? Who should she work with?"
Zhu Ying said, "She won't work directly with the sales team yet. Let her familiarize herself with the business processes with me first. In a week or so, I'll arrange for an analyst to mentor her."
Qian Jiaqi said, "She's really lucky to be working directly with you, Sister Zhu. You like her so much."
"I wouldn't say I like her, I just think this girl might be good at post-production, and also—she's quiet."
Zhu Ying said with a smile.
Qian Jiaqi's face fell. "Sister Zhu, do I talk that much? You're always laughing at me! Don't do that again next time, in front of President Ji."
Zhu Ying was just joking with her and quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I love your sweet way of speaking, okay? I won't do it again next time, okay?"
Qian Jiaqi pouted like a little girl, "If you do that again next time, I really won't talk to you anymore."
I liked watching the drama, but I couldn't interrupt. Suddenly, the phone on the table rang. I quickly looked at the caller ID; it was President Jia calling.
Seeing my expression, Zhu Ying tactfully said, "Then we'll be going now."
I said, "Sister Zhu, Xiao Qian is in a bad mood today, so don't tease her."
Qian Jiaqi looked at me and said, "Hmph, I forgot, and you brought it up again!"
She sullenly took Zhu Ying's arm and walked out.
I picked up the receiver, greeting him as I said "General Manager Jia" while Zhu Ying whispered, "Jiaqi, why are you in a bad mood?"
"Yanbin! You're back? How's everything at home?"
"Everything's fine. Grandpa's surgery is over, nothing serious."
"That's good, that's good. Getting old brings a lot of health problems. My grandpa's the same; he had surgery a couple of years ago. It's good to be back. You must have a lot to do now that you're back?"
"Yes, there are some business matters."
General Manager Jia hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay, take your time. Even if you don't finish, remember to rest. Are you free tonight? I'll take you to meet a client—a big client!"
A leader's suggestion was essentially an order, and I knew I couldn't refuse. Although my first thought was what to do for dinner at Zhu Ying's house, I still said without hesitation, "Sure, I'm free tonight."
Mr. Jia said, "Okay, come over before you leave work. I have some things to take care of, and it's not easy to talk
about them over the phone." After hanging up, a few questions popped into my head. First, Mr. Jia was personally meeting a client, and a big one at that—how big? Second, he said he wanted to talk to me before the end of the workday, and couldn't do it over the phone—was it about a promotion? Third, how should I tell Zhu Ying? Should I ask her to come in or send a text message?
While I was hesitating, Shang Tao called again, asking about my student meeting and adding, "Let's get together tomorrow night."
I agreed, saying, "If you're free, I'll come.
I'll let you know." I expected him to snap at me.
Just as I hung up, there was a knock at the door. It was Zhu Ying, carrying a stack of folders. My heart warmed instantly. It would be strange not to feel comfortable having a woman like this by my side. She closed the door, turned around, and said, "Anything up tonight?"
I looked apologetic. "Yes, Mr. Jia is taking me to meet a client."
Her facial expression barely changed as she stood there and said, "Were you about to text me?"
"I was just about to when you arrived... You're not angry, are you?"
"Why would I be angry? I'm just a little disappointed. I was in the mood to cook dinner, but now I'm not. I'm going to KFC tonight."
She came over and placed the documents on my desk. I knew this was a cover-up, so that even if someone came in, they wouldn't suspect anything. But it put my head right in front of her ample bosom.
"I've eaten, and then I'll go..." I
was about to say "go to your place," but then I changed my mind and said, "go see you."
Changing my words was worse than not changing them at all. We had just seen each other during the day, and now I was going to see her again tonight? It was clearly illogical.
Zhu Ying looked at me, saying nothing, just staring at me, and smiled, saying, "Drink less tonight." Of course,
I knew she had already agreed to let me go that night, so my lust took over: "Sister Zhu, I want to hold you right now."
Zhu Ying's face was still red, and she said seriously, "Don't be like that, this is the office."
I thought about it, and it was true, it would be too crazy in the office, and it wouldn't be good if someone saw us. But I still couldn't completely suppress my little desire, and said in an almost pleading tone, "Just a little hug."
Zhu Ying looked at me with a shy joy like a little girl being valued, and said with a smile, "Just a little."
My buttocks felt like they had springs in them,
and I bounced up. I hugged her tightly, my chest pressed against her large, warm breasts. I liked this feeling, like—being in my mother's arms. Sometimes I really don't know how to define my Sister Zhu: is she a sister, a mother, or a lover? Maybe I'm evil, but I really like the feeling of being pampered by her.
I could feel her hand on my back, gently stroking it. Her face nestled against my shoulder, and I could feel the warm breath from her nostrils, growing increasingly hot.
I turned my head, and before me appeared her snow-white neck, the delicate lines like a painting on her skin. Her earlobes were also soft and tender, and I couldn't help but kiss them.
Perhaps my warm breath stimulated her, for she flinched and whispered, "Stop it, it tickles." Before
I could answer, the damned phone on the table rang again. Sister Zhu, as if springy, shoved me away! Her expression tensed. I had no choice but to turn back and answer the phone.
It was Hu Renyu, the head of the finance department, who inquired about my father-in-law's illness and so on. I wanted to dodge the question with a few words, but he was being polite, and I couldn't be rude. I hadn't noticed it before, but now I felt that this old Hu was really something else...
phew! After finally getting rid of him, I looked up at Zhu Ying, who was already standing at the door, about to leave.
I smiled helplessly at him.
She said softly, "You should thank him; he didn't make a bigger mistake."
Her sanctimonious expression returned, as if she hadn't been the one who had agreed to the hug.
I said, "I'll give you my call."
She had already drifted away.
Chapter 6
At the door of Mr. Jia's office, the secretary led me in, saying, "Mr. Jia is waiting for you."
As soon as I entered, Mr. Jia was trying on clothes in front of the mirror—a dark gray suit. Mr. Jia's full name was Jia Junlong. He was indeed handsome. At forty-five or forty-six, he had a very upright posture, and his slightly plump figure actually accentuated the charm of a man his age. His hair was also very good, always meticulously combed. The only flaw was some wrinkles on his face; after all, time is a cruel mistress!
"How is it? This suit!"
He turned and looked at me seriously.
"Handsome, as always!"
I hurriedly replied. Sometimes it's strange; I'm always unconsciously very respectful when talking to him on the phone, but when I meet him in person, I feel there's no need to be so formal.
"You little devil! -- Handsome, indeed! But this outfit is quite expensive, genuine Italian goods! My tea-drinking clothes!"
Mr. Jia was still clicking his tongue at himself in the mirror.
I stood beside him, and flattery flowed out like a mountain spring: "Mr. Jia, some people say that women are pure at eighteen, beautiful at twenty-eight, mature at thirty-eight, and maternal at forty-eight. Every age has its own beauty. Men are the same. At thirty, they have more experience than at twenty; at forty, they have more depth than at thirty; and at fifty, they have a profoundness. So you're still handsome!"
Mr. Jia turned to look at me, as if he didn't recognize me, and after a while said, "You, is this how you usually compliment clients? You've applied it to me? Okay, fine, consider it a compliment."
I chuckled and said, "From the bottom of my heart, from the bottom of my heart."
Suddenly, I remembered that Mr. Jia must have dressed up for the evening, and I couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mr. Jia, I rarely see you dressed so formally. What kind of event is it tonight?"
Mr. Jia had expected me to ask this. Without turning his head, he said, "Close the door."
I couldn't think of anything that would make him so cautious. I turned around and closed the door. Mr. Jia asked me to sit on the sofa. He was still meticulously grooming himself as he said, "I'm meeting a client tonight. Originally, I wanted to ask Lao Yin to come with me, but Lao Yin isn't very familiar with the business. Since you happened to be back, I thought I'd let you go."
"Who is this person? Mr. Jia, why are you taking this so seriously?"
I was eager to know the answer.
"It's like this. A few days ago, the Deputy Secretary-General of the Municipal Party Committee, who is also my college classmate—Lu Jingbo—called me and said that Xinda Real Estate is preparing to develop a property in our Runzhou. You know Xinda, right?"
I nodded hurriedly. Xinda Real Estate was a household name. It was a subsidiary of Zhongneng Group, a state-owned enterprise with immense strength. In the past two or three years, it had swept through core cities across the country like a typhoon. I never expected them to enter our Runzhou.
Mr. Jia continued, "Before the development, they wanted to conduct a comprehensive market survey of Runzhou real estate. They contacted our municipal government and got in touch with Lao Lu. Lao Lu was willing to help us get started, so I made the arrangements tonight."
He glanced at my excited expression and said, "Of course, Lao Lu just wants us to meet them. We don't know if they'll actually give us the opportunity. I think it's always good to have some contact with such a big shot. Whether we can do it or not, it's only right to meet and try to get a chance. Of course, it would be great if we could land the deal; this order wouldn't be small."
I was indeed a little excited. For a company with a central state-owned enterprise background and a real estate giant like this, spending a few million on market research should be a piece of cake. Maybe this could become a springboard for Ruijie to expand nationwide. I explained my thoughts to General Manager Jia…
He smiled and said, “That’s great, Yanbin, you have foresight… That’s what I was thinking too, so I’ll meet with them tonight to get a feel for their abilities and try to secure the position.” His
face was still flushed with joy and excitement as he stared at me and continued, “Yanbin, I think you’ve heard that the company is planning to appoint another vice president. Old Yin is getting old, and he’s not very familiar with the business, so… Ah, Yanbin, you’re a very good candidate!”
I knew this was something from the afternoon, so I quickly said, “I have heard about it, but I didn’t know I was a candidate. I think I’m still young and need more experience.”
"Talent is the only criterion for promotion! This is our standard for appointing cadres. Yanbin, although you are young, your achievements in the company in just a few years are outstanding. I think everyone in your business department respects you. However, precisely because you are young, there are indeed some differing opinions. I think this Xinda matter is an opportunity for you. If you can get this Xinda matter done, then firstly, we will nominate you without any objections, and secondly, this is indeed a solid condition that can be used to our advantage." I realized that Lao Jia
was setting a trap for me. We are all seasoned veterans; everyone can see through his tone. I smiled and said, "Of course, I will continue to work hard and strive to do a good job in my business, living up to the trust placed in me by the leadership."
Lao Jia looked at me, thinking that his intentions might have been guessed, and waved his hand, saying, "Don't put it so high and mighty. In short, getting the Xinda matter done will be very beneficial to the company and to you! You must do your best!"
The dinner that Lao Jia invited was, of course, held at the best restaurant in Runzhou—Longting Dihao. To be honest, I don't come to this five-star hotel often; every time I do, I feel a bit overwhelmed.
The decor is too luxurious. The 20-meter-high chandelier right inside the entrance is dazzling, and the crystal hall, gleaming like a ball in a fairy tale, is like a ball only a princess in red shoes could attend.
Our private dining room was number 2888; its vermilion doors were both classic and modern, making one wonder what kind of fairy tale would unfold inside.
Upon entering, sure enough, the room was already packed. "packed" is a bit of an exaggeration; there were actually only four people—two men and two women—sitting on the sofas, seemingly chatting leisurely.
Upon seeing us enter, a balding man in his fifties stood up and chuckled, "Oh dear, Mr. Jia, you're all quite patient! All of us who're here for the banquet are here, but your host hasn't arrived yet!"
Old Jia, having already noticed the man's winking expression, immediately feigned guilt and said, "Oh dear, Secretary-General Lu, I was in a terrible hurry. I was discussing their research report with a client. That Mr. Zhang, you know Zhang Chengyao from Fengxing. I rushed here as fast as I could after seeing him off, but look, I'm still late." He
quickly clasped his hands in a bow, saying, "Oh dear, Mr. Lu, I wouldn't dare be late if you summoned me, especially with such distinguished guests. I'm truly guilty."
He then gestured towards the people behind him.
The people behind him all stood up, but remained silent.
Secretary-General Lu said, "Don't bother explaining. Explaining is just covering up. I think the penalty drink will leave a more lasting impression."
Old Jia said with a serious face, "Of course, I accept the penalty."
Secretary-General Lu chuckled, "Alright, the penalty drink is inevitable. Now, let me introduce you to your distinguished guest."
He turned around and said to a middle-aged woman in a light-colored business suit, "Jiang Yuqiu, General Manager Jiang, the vice president of Xinda Group, and also the big boss in charge of inspecting our Runzhou real estate industry."
The woman was around forty years old . She wore light makeup, looking very proper, and always wore a professional smile that concealed her true feelings. She politely extended her hand: "Jiang Yuqiu."
Old Jia quickly stepped forward to shake her hand, saying, "I heard from Old Lu that President Jiang was coming in person, and I assumed she was one of us men. Who knew President Jiang was such a beautiful woman, so young and pretty! Old Lu, why didn't you say so sooner? If you had, I wouldn't have been chatting with Old Zhang; I would have arrived much earlier to greet President Jiang!"
Hearing such flattery, President Jiang couldn't help but chuckle. Old Lu laughed, "Your flattery is really something!"
Old Jia looked distressed, "Hey, I was trying to flatter them, but I didn't do it right. I even asked them to bring several bottles of Moutai. Look, this is... Xiao Ji, go get a few bottles of red wine."
Secretary Lu waved his hand, "It's not that I didn't say so earlier, it's that you didn't even ask and just assumed I knew... As for the wine, we'll change it later. Why can't President Jiang drink some baijiu?"
Old Jia slapped his forehead, as
if suddenly realizing something, "I almost made a mistake again!" Secretary Lu was clearly amused by Old Jia's clever words, and his mood improved, making the atmosphere in the room much more relaxed. He said, "What's wrong, President Jiang? You're more suitable to introduce these two than I am."
Jiang Yuqiu professionally stepped back, facing the man in his forties with thick glasses, and said, "This is Bi Chongjie, the marketing director of our Xinda Runzhou project. He's a true project expert."
Director Bi looked scholarly, but his smile was also very friendly. He politely addressed him as "President Jia"
and then said nothing more.
Mr. Jiang shifted his gaze to the lady beside him. This lady appeared to be around forty years old, yet she wore a cheongsam that was perfectly appropriate for the occasion and made her exceptionally beautiful. Even someone as alluring as me, a womanizer, found her to possess a remarkable
elegance. She was neither too thin nor too plump, and while not particularly tall—around 165 cm—she appeared remarkably slender. Most importantly, the air about her seemed distinct from everyone else in the room; she exuded an indescribable nobility.
“Xi Wanzhu, a bel canto singer from our Runzhou Song and Dance Troupe, is also a good friend of mine. I practically dragged her here today.”
Ms. Xi smiled calmly and said, “I wouldn’t call her a singer, she’s just someone who sings.”
Old Jia’s feigned eccentricity returned: “I was saying, when I first saw Ms. Xi, I felt like I’d seen her before. I never expected to actually see an artist from TV! Oh my, seeing her today, I’m truly struck by her extraordinary气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and aura). To be honest, please don’t laugh, I really think Ms. Xi standing here is like a fairy. Beautiful, serene. Extraordinary, extraordinary!”
Jiang Yuqiu said, “To add to that, our artist is certainly beautiful, but she can be less serene at times.”
Mr. Jia laughed loudly: “That’s even better! The ancients said she’s as swift as a rabbit in motion and as still as a virgin in stillness. She’s equally adept at both, complementing each other perfectly!”
One has to admire Old Jia’s shrewdness. Everyone knows he’s flattering her, but his flattery is quite sophisticated.
Secretary-General Lu said, "And this young man is...?"
"Ji Yanbin. Our company's business director. He's quite young, only thirty years old this year, but he's a senior researcher. He's considered an expert in our company's business. I don't know much about the business myself; they do most of the work." Secretary-
General Lu said politely, "Hmm, young and promising."
I quickly took out my business cards and handed them out one by one, saying, "I know it's not common to give out business cards these days, but people in our line of work still do, it's always good to have some contact information."
Everyone politely accepted the cards.
Old Jia didn't seem to give me much of a chance to shine, and said to General Manager Jiang, "General Manager Jiang and Ms. Xi are good friends, so General Manager Jiang must be..."
Jiang Yuqiu readily replied, "Yes, I'm from Runzhou." General Manager
Jia immediately looked like he had known her for a long time!
Secretary-General Lu didn't allow everyone to continue the conversation, saying, "Don't stand there, let's eat and chat."
Updated 2013/07/11
Chapter 07
Such dinners are always very pleasant, and no serious business is discussed in depth. They just talk about the company and business casually, and the rest is just random stuff.
The marketing director, Bi Chongjie, said he liked playing Go, and General Manager Jia was happy to meet this Go player. But as far as I know, General Manager Jia's Go level is only average, but his mannerisms and speech gave the impression that he was also a master, making people think that his level was also very high.
Secretary-General Lu said, "You haven't played chess for at least twenty years."
General Manager Jia said, "I haven't played much lately. I used to play often back in college, but now I'm busy with other things, so I use my spare time to exercise. I don't really like sitting down anymore."
He looked at everyone seriously and said, "Except for me and Old Lu, you are all still very young, but I remind you to take care of your health while you're young, lest you regret it later."
Secretary-General Lu said, "General Manager Jia is a person of wealth and leisure. People like us who work for the government have neither money nor leisure, so it's difficult for us to even exercise."
Jiang Yuqiu said, "Secretary-General Lu, you should be careful. You should bow, but you can't go to all your might!"
Everyone laughed heartily.
Jiang Yuqiu continued, "I also think that women become lazy after forty. I only go for a run at most, and I used to like swimming, but I haven't even been to a swimming pool in recent years. But, Xiao Xi, you are a lady of wealth and leisure. What kind of exercise have you been doing lately? Yoga?"
Xi Wanzhu didn't say much all evening, her smile always appearing and disappearing. To be honest, I felt she was quite mysterious.
She casually said, "Yoga? I'm not much younger than you, but I can't practice at this age, afraid of breaking a bone. I'm like you now, running, and I play badminton at the gym when I have time."
Mr. Jia said, "Playing badminton is good, the effect on physical exercise is obvious, it works your hands, eyes, and legs... Hey, I'll find you a good partner, Xiao Ji, you play quite well."
Mr. Jia wasn't bragging. I sometimes play a few rounds with colleagues, and I'm not bragging, but in a formal match, very few people can beat me to 15 points. Mainly because I practiced a lot in college, representing the school in the university league. Although I wasn't a big star back then, against purely amateur opponents, my ability was more than enough.
I said, "It's alright. When do you have time? Maybe we can arrange a game with Ms. Xi, a friendly match."
Jiang Yuqiu said, "You guys who do research and marketing are a bit too businesslike. First, judging from what you're saying, I know President Ji plays very well, yet you're so modest. Second, calling me 'Ms. Xi' all night, aren't you tired? I think you're the youngest, you can just call me 'Sister Xi' from now on."
Xi Wanzhu smiled and said, "I thought you wanted him to call me 'Auntie'."
I also laughed and said, "Of course I'd be willing to call you 'Sister Xi,' but I haven't played yet, so I don't dare to boast. If I say I can't beat Sister Xi, I'd be too ashamed!"
President Jia said, "This young Ji, I often say, is very..." "He's mature beyond his years, quite like me, and rarely boasts!"
Xi Wanzhu said. "The most capable one is President Jia, who praised President Ji, but also himself."
Secretary-General Lu looked at the two smiling ladies and said, "I have to learn from him. This is called the art of leadership, and also the art of speaking!"
Xi Wanzhu continued, "I just joined in the ball game, just to get some exercise. I'll have to ask President Ji for advice sometime."
I said, "Asking for advice is not really necessary. I'm always ready to play ball with you, but I have one condition. From now on, please don't call me President Ji anymore. First, I'm not a president, and second, everyone is my senior. Just call me Yanbin!"
The meal was very pleasant. President Jia and Director Bi seemed to have a kindred spirit, as if they had known each other for a long time. Although the two beauties still maintained their elegance and reserve, I felt it was much better than when they first entered.
Chinese dining is very interesting. A meal can turn people into good friends, or it can cause them to fall out before the meal is even finished. A single meal can sometimes accomplish what ten years of hard work couldn't, or it can lead to an unexpected and extraordinary encounter.
To be honest, before coming to this meal, I only saw it as a task, because I was thinking about Sister Zhu's family dinner that evening, and I didn't have high expectations for this windfall contract.
However, I admit I did develop a strong interest in the two ladies. They seemed to belong to a different world than me, even though I'm a seasoned market researcher and have seen countless people.
While they were talking, I quietly observed them. Although they shared a maturity common to their age group, there were still differences.
Perhaps because she was seated in a higher position, Jiang Yuqiu seemed a bit aloof. The fleeting liveliness and excitement in her eyes could be concealed in the next second, but "dignified" was indeed a very fitting description for her; she possessed an air of superiority and elegance.
Xi Wanzhu, perhaps due to her artistic background, exuded a distinctly artistic air in her speech and demeanor. It's difficult to describe this artistic air; it was as if she were performing on stage in front of outsiders.
Her smiles seemed carefully crafted. When she smiled at you, you felt a captivating beauty, but you weren't sure if she genuinely wanted to smile at you.
I felt that both of them were wearing masks, and I even had a strong urge to see what lay beneath. Of course, everyone wears a mask, including me. But everyone also has curiosity, and so do I.
After dinner, the two ladies politely declined Mr. Jia's invitation for further entertainment.
Secretary-General Lu said, "I'll take the two ladies home."
Jiang Yuqiu didn't speak, clearly this was her plan.
Xi Wanzhu, however, said, "No need to trouble Secretary-General Lu, it's not on our way. I live on Xiyuan Road, you can take Yuqiu there."
Xiyuan Road—on a whim, Zhu Ying lived in Jinyi Garden, not far from Xiyuan Road. I blurted out, "Perfect timing, that's where I'm going. Let me give you a ride."
Mr. Jia's approving gaze quickly followed, and I could read the meaning: "Don't you live by the Seine? How come you're going the same way as Xiyuan Road!" Quick thinking, right?
Xi Wanzhu politely said, "No need for that. I can walk by myself."
Mr. Jia said, "Perfect timing, Xiao Ji is going that way, so Xiao Ji can give you a ride. It's getting late, so please be careful."
He didn't say anything, but it sounded like an order.
I said, "Yes, I'll have a few drinks tonight, so I won't drive. Just leave it at the hotel; I can take a taxi there."
Xi Wanzhu hesitated slightly, then said, "Okay, thank you so much."
In the car, we didn't really talk; we'd only just met.
She sat in the back seat, but I kept feeling a light shining on me from behind. Of course, I was too embarrassed to turn around and check, so I just mumbled, "Runzhou, it seems like this is the only time the traffic isn't so bad."
She didn't reply.
The driver quickly sighed, "The traffic is getting harder and harder to drive."
She asked quietly, "You don't actually live around Xiyuan Road, do you?"
I said, "Yes, I live by the Seine."
She said, "That's a high-end neighborhood. You're quite something, so young."
I said, "Sister Xi, you flatter me. That neighborhood was built several years ago; neither the apartment layouts nor the design concept compare to the newly built neighborhoods."
She didn't seem to care about where I lived: "You came all this way just to give me a ride?"
This was actually a difficult question to answer. Saying it was just to give her a ride seemed like flattery. Saying it wasn't just to give her a ride felt a bit awkward. Luckily, I was quick-witted: "It's so late, Sister Xi, going home alone. I'm sure President Jia and President Jiang are worried."
She chuckled: "What's there to worry about? I'm not a young girl anymore."
I almost said she still had her charms, but then, afraid she'd be reminded of middle-aged women and cause a misunderstanding, I quickly said: "I was just about to visit a friend at Jinyi Garden. So it's on my way."
She didn't respond immediately, and after a while, she said quietly: "It's so late, visiting a friend, is it your girlfriend?"
Women are so perceptive. Could it be that something I did gave me away? I couldn't think of it, so I just joked: "Yes, my ex-girlfriend. She was young and beautiful."
I could feel the mischievous smile on her face even without turning around. I wondered what it looked like when a woman with that kind of aura had a mischievous smile.
"You young people are so crazy."
She spoke in a tone that sounded like she was lecturing me.
I said: "You actually believe it!"
"Don't all men like to flirt? How can I not believe it?"
"No wonder Secretary Lu wanted to give you a ride, but you wouldn't let him."
I didn't actually want to tease her.
"How many men who hold high office are good people?"
She trailed off, then stopped.
I didn't dare continue. I couldn't very well say I thought so too.
Silence is a sure way to ruin a good atmosphere, and she seemed to want to keep it quiet for long, so she tried to justify herself by saying, "Actually, not all men are bad. You're quite interesting."
I felt awkward responding to her words. I couldn't say yes, nor could I ask, "What's so interesting about me?" I could only give a meaningless dry laugh.
As if to prove I was interesting, she said, "You play badminton very well? Seriously, we can practice sometime, you can teach me."
"Of course, but I don't know if I'm good enough to teach you. Maybe I can't beat you."
She laughed like a silver bell: "How could that be?"
Suddenly my phone rang. I thought it was my sister calling me, but when I looked down, it was an unfamiliar number.
Just as I was wondering, she said, "This is my number. You can invite me to play ball sometime."
Only then did I realize she was serious. Honestly, I usually give out business cards to women I meet in these kinds of situations, but unless they offer me their cards first, I rarely ask for their phone numbers. In this respect, I'm not as good as Shang Tao; I think he probably has a thousand women's phone numbers.
I was genuinely surprised that Xi Wanzhu offered me her number. I was flattered and said, "Sure, I'll definitely invite you to play ball sometime."
The car was almost at Xiyuan Road.
She smiled and said, "If you can't beat me, you have to treat me to dinner."
For the past few minutes, I'd had a strange feeling. "Does she really think I'm good? Does she really want to play ball? Or does she have some other intention?" I firmly replied, "If I can beat you, I'll treat you to dinner too."
The car stopped at her residence, Lanting Xiaoxie.
I complimented her, "This is a real villa, a luxury home."
"It's alright. I'll invite you over sometime. I'll get off now, thank you."
She turned and got out of the car.
I quickly got out of the car and said, "Let me take you in."
She said, "No need, the neighborhood is very safe. You should go see your ex-girlfriend; she must be getting impatient."
I didn't dare to insist and said, "Goodbye then, Sister Xi."
She took a few steps, turned back, and waved like a little girl, "Goodbye, remember to ask me to play ball."
After I got back in the car, the driver casually remarked, "I think this woman wants to hit on you."
I laughed out loud, "Really?"
"You don't believe me? Look, she's made it so clear."
"She just said it casually, I didn't even take it seriously, and you fell for it."
"Don't disbelieve me, I have a feeling... you have a story."
I smiled at her—had I met a prophet?
Chapter 8
When the clock struck almost ten, I knocked on Sister Zhu's door.
Zhu Ying, wearing a floral nightgown, opened the door and gestured for me to come in quickly. I slipped inside and handed her some lychees I had bought from the fruit shop at the entrance of the neighborhood. She didn't say anything and took them into the kitchen.
I felt a bit like I was late coming home and was afraid my wife would be angry, so I unconsciously admitted my mistake: "I'm late, were you waiting long?"
No one paid any attention to me for a while.
I changed into slippers and was about to
go into the kitchen when she came out carrying a clay pot, her face showing the disappointment of an older sister: "You've been drinking, haven't you? I made kudzu root porridge, it'll help you sober up." I felt like I was really home, and I chuckled foolishly: "Thank you, my wife!"
She paused for a moment, then laughed: "Who's your wife? Don't be silly!"
After a while, she said: "I made the porridge because I was afraid you'd drunk too much, but I didn't expect you to be so late. I had to reheat the porridge
several times." "You didn't tell me, I would have come sooner
if you had." "Would you have come? There were girls drinking with you."
She had that older sister tone and expression.
"How did you know?"
Had I met Sherlock Holmes again tonight?
"I smelled your perfume as soon as you walked in. Not bad taste."
She said, half-scolding.
I chuckled. "It's nice to have a woman, but not a girl, she's a big shot. She's..."
"Don't talk about work at home, I don't want to hear it. You get excited as soon as I start. Okay, wash your hands, drink your porridge, then take a shower and see if you can wash it off."
I said, "If you can't wash it off, put on some perfume, fight fire with fire!"
I showered very quickly, so much so that when I came out, Zhu Ying, sitting on the sofa, looked at me in surprise and said, "So fast, did you kiss the water?"
I chuckled, "I'm usually quick at showering, but I'm in a good mood today, so I'm even faster."
She knew what I meant, of course, and turned to me, asking, "Are you clean?"
I replied seriously, "Don't worry, Sister Zhu, I've washed everything thoroughly."
She didn't turn back, saying, "But you're wearing old underwear, so it's all dirty again."
I thought she had a point, but what could I do? "But I can't leave my change of clothes here, can I? Otherwise, I'd come out naked."
"Get out!"
In her vocabulary, this was probably something only said when she was extremely angry!
I walked over and sat next to her, saying, "I'm not leaving, I want to watch TV with you."
She shifted her hips to the side, as if avoiding me, and after a while turned back, saying, "Do you know how I feel right now?"
I knew women always complained, but I couldn't pretend to be clever and say it for her, so I shook my head.
She said with a sullen face, "It's like Chu Chu has come back. I see you as a disobedient child. Mischievous all day long."
I was surprised; I hadn't expected her to feel that way. I put my arm around her waist and said, "I don't want to be your son, I want to be your husband."
She just let me hold her, not moving an inch. Her back was still straight. After a while, she said, "I don't know what possessed me, why did I invite you to my house?"
I knew she was a rather contradictory person, so I didn't want to add to that contradiction.
"It feels better to sit on the sofa together and watch TV, like at home."
She turned to look at me, a smile suddenly appearing on her fair face: "Then you can sit here and watch TV tonight."
I pounced on her and pushed her down onto the sofa, saying, "I'm not stupid, that would be a waste."
She was startled by my sudden movement and struggled to push me away, saying, "You jerk, you scared me to death! Get up, you almost crushed me!"
I reluctantly sat up, and she smoothed her nightgown, saying, "How can you be so heavy!"
I wanted to argue that I only weighed a little over 130 pounds, but I knew arguing wouldn't help in the current atmosphere. So I chuckled and said, "Why don't you get your revenge on me and pin me down?"
She stood up, gave a disdainful smile, and said, "I'm not falling for that."
Seeing her about to go into the bedroom, I grabbed her and said, "Can we stay on the sofa first?"
As I spoke, I stood up and lifted her by the waist. Her body went limp instantly. She tried to struggle and escape, but clearly she was too weak. She wanted to criticize me, but my mouth covered her firmly, and she could only mumble her protests.
Her mouth was so sweet; there's a saying, "her breath was like orchids," and I think that's exactly what it was like. I was like a bee, greedily searching for and sucking in the flavor of her mouth.
But she was clumsy; her tongue kept retracting. I struggled to find it with my own tongue, and that evasive tongue was like a mischievous flower dodging the bee's attack in the wind, but it was useless, because I, this bee, was patient.
I was sucking hard when I was suddenly struck hard in the chest. She used the momentum to pull away from my attack, covering her mouth and saying, "Why are you going on and on? I'm suffocating."
I went over and hugged her again: "Isn't it because I was afraid you'd run away?"
She looked at me: "Idiot!"
I knew what she meant was, "Since I let you come, why would I run away?"
I held her in my arms, my chest pressed against her breasts, warm and soft. I felt as if we were truly communicating heart to heart, and we let time stand still.
I felt her head resting on my shoulder, and my hand slid down her breasts, past her waist, to the edge of her skirt. I quietly lifted it, my hand resting on her cool, smooth thigh.
Ah, I lightly touched her silk panties, silk, I could feel it. I immediately thought, could it be lace? My brain seemed to be rushing blood. Impatiently, I reached between her legs, and her thick labia were under my fingertips.
I could hear Zhu Ying's soft moans.
"Don't rush, kiss my upper body."
Although I was impulsive, I had to restrain myself. My hand moved up, and through her nightgown, I unhooked her bra.
She murmured, "Take it off."
I took off her floral nightgown, and her conservative white bra was loosely exposed in front of me. Of course, I also noticed her panties. They weren't conservative at all; they were red lace panties. Actually,
I knew Zhu Ying was a very old-fashioned woman. She had worn cotton panties a few times before, but I didn't expect her to wear lace today. Although the lace didn't seem to be very sheer, I already felt that she was compromising for me. What surged in my heart at that moment was not lust, but gratitude.
She seemed to sense my attention was focused down below and said, "Wait a minute, kiss me first."
I knew she meant her breasts, so I ripped open her bra, revealing her fair breasts. Their smooth, creamy texture truly aroused me.
To be honest, I've seen countless women's breasts, and some are simply not pretty—too big, too small, or the skin is so rough they lack any allure.
But Sister Zhu's breasts were perfectly sized, and their whiteness made me want to take a bite. They might not have been as firm as a girl's, being somewhat soft and even sagging, but they were still irresistibly tender.
Especially her nipples, which, in the throes of passion, were already swollen, purplish-brown, just like ripe grapes. I gently licked them with my tongue, like a baby gently nibbling.
I knew this was her primary erogenous zone; the moment I kissed her breasts and nipples, she would become aroused. Sure enough, after only a couple of kisses, her body began to moan, writhing like a snake in my arms, soft murmurs escaping her throat.
I'd been crouching for a while, and I was getting tired, so I gently pushed her down onto the sofa, my head still buried between her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, but they were big enough to bury my mouth and nose between them, especially when she was aroused, unconsciously holding my neck tightly.
In this semi-active, semi-passive situation, I frantically sucked on every inch of her breasts.
My penis was already taut. So I deliberately rubbed it against her legs. She must have sensed my excitement too, because her legs twisted from side to side, as if responding to my rubbing.
I licked her breasts until they were wet, then struggled to lift my head and said, "Let me kiss your genitals, I can't take it anymore."
She had her eyes closed, as if she hadn't heard me. I knew she was lost in her own world, so I gently lifted her buttocks and pulled down her red lace panties.
She then slowly said, "Slow down."
I didn't even have time to reply, because I had already seen my long-lost lover—that white, bun-like vulva. I can't describe how I feel every time I see it; it's enough to suffocate me, because it's just too…obscene.
I might not find a better word to describe it, but a forty-year-old woman with a hairless vulva like a little girl—I think any man would go crazy seeing that.
But I was still puzzled; her husband didn't seem to have a strong sex drive. Her vulva wasn't noticeably everted; only her labia majora were thick. Honestly, I prefer thick, clean labia majora. Maybe I'm not a germaphobe, but sometimes I even want to shave my wife's pubic hair.
I could see her red vaginal opening was already visibly wet, but the opening was still tight. What could I do? Like a snipe that had waited a long time to see its most desired clam, all it could do was bite down!
The moment my tongue touched the opening, she twitched and cried out. At the same time, I smelled a faint scent of shower gel; I knew she must have just washed herself thoroughly. What's so good about a mature woman? She's more attentive than many young girls.
I deliberately pressed my tongue heavily on her clitoris, and she moaned and turned her head away. I licked her nipple like I was kissing her breast. I felt the gushing fluid below and heard her suppressed moans.
But now was clearly not the time for tenderness. I felt her vulva slightly open, so I slipped my tongue inside.
Sorry, I'm not one of those people with an incredibly long tongue; if I did, I think she would have fainted by now. Because as soon as my tongue touched her, she started trembling, her cries seemingly beyond her control.
I explored curiously, and her body actually tried to avoid me in fear. I wasn't going to let her get away with it. I held her waist, pinning her down, so she could no longer escape and could only accept the invasion of my tongue.
But perhaps this was too much for her; from who knows where, she suddenly sat up, looked at me smugly, and slapped my shoulder several times, tears welling in her eyes.
I really didn't know what made her so angry. Just as I was about to ask, she angrily said, "Everyone outside heard it!"
I almost burst out laughing. It's all because you were shouting so loudly! So I said, "Whose fault is it?"
"Your fault!"
It's wrong to discuss this with a woman, because it's impossible for her to be at fault. After saying this, Sister Zhu herself felt it was a bit absurd, and said with a playful laugh, "You're so annoying."
"I'm annoying, and you still miss me!"
She pouted and glared at me. "Who told you I miss you?"
I saw her face turn red.
Seeing that she wouldn't confess, I had no choice but to use my trump card: "Your little sister told me."
Then I pounced on her vulva, and my tongue began to suck mercilessly again.
She gave a yelp and immediately pushed me away: "Okay, okay, please, don't!"
I wiped the water from my mouth, stood up with a triumphant joy, and said, "So, do you miss me?"
She looked at me, her eyes half angry and half affectionate: "Yes, I miss you, okay?"
I said, "If you miss me, I'll go in."
She gave me a reproachful look and covered her vulva with her hand: "No."
I felt that Sister Zhu was sometimes like an older sister, sometimes like a mother, but at this moment she was more like a naughty and obedient little girl. I laughed at her: "I can't not let you in, I'll go crazy."
Her hand was still loosely covering her vulva, and she twisted her shoulders and said, "What does it matter to me if you go crazy?"
"If I go crazy, no one will love you."
These words seemed to have hit a nerve with her. She looked at me and said resentfully, "You're nice to me now, but that might not be the case in the future."
I knew what she was thinking. I have a family, and she has a family too. It's unlikely that we'll last. But I've been with her since I debuted, and it's been a long time now. I haven't thought about what the future will be like.
To be honest, I often thought of her as my wife. Whether I was at work or on vacation, I would often tell her my whereabouts, just like I was having an affair with my wife.
I said to her very seriously, "Sister Zhu, remember, no matter what happens in the future, you will always be the most important woman in my heart."
She looked at my confession and a loving smile appeared on her face: "Yanbin, I'm so happy you said that. I've thought it through too. It's fate, it's all fate. The time I've spent with you is also fate, but it's been good being with you. You've been good to me too. Even good things have an end, and when it ends, it's fate."
I know women are a bit fatalistic: "You're becoming a philosopher again."
She didn't let me interrupt her. She continued, "But now you're mine."
A sly smile appeared on her face, very smug.
I grabbed her hand and, amidst her giggles, said, "You're mine too, your whole body is mine, and your little sister is mine too."
She giggled, "Don't call her little sister, she's bigger than you."
I hurriedly pulled off my underwear, muttering, "Then calling her 'big sister' is fine too, from now on, I'll call
her 'Whiteboard Big Sister.'" She examined my erect penis, which was standing at attention, and said, "Then I'll call him 'Big Head Little Brother.'"
I leaned down, "Big Head Little Brother, time to go see Whiteboard Big Sister."
She pouted and said, "That's so awful, you're so annoying!"
But her scolding quickly stopped because my little brother had already opened the door to her "big sister's" room. Her vagina was indeed very wet, so going in wasn't too difficult. I twisted and entered, and I could feel my thick penis squeezing open a passage in a confined tunnel. She frowned and turned her head away.
The deeper I pushed, the tighter her brows furrowed, but she didn't make a sound; I knew she was holding back. I still pressed my entire penis inside her vagina without hesitation, and she finally said softly, "Wait a minute, let me adjust."
Actually, her tightly closed vagina was a huge stimulus to my penis; my glans felt like it was enveloped by some unknown creature in that tunnel. I was really worried that if I started thrusting now, I'd ejaculate in less than thirty strokes.
So I took the opportunity to adjust my breathing, and when I felt the stimulation on my glans wasn't so intense anymore, and seeing that Sister Zhu's expression wasn't as tense as before, I slowly pulled my penis out.
Shang Tao once told me that sex requires technique, like three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and so on. I'm not as pedantic as this theorist; I just do what I want—fast when I'm energetic, slow when I'm not. I think that's fine too.
He asked me dismissively, "How long can you last each time?"
I said, "Twenty or thirty minutes is always enough."
He looked at me in surprise, without saying a word.
I pressed him, "What do you want to say?"
He said, "You're awesome, okay!"
Right now, Sister Zhu's vagina isn't very lubricated, so I felt I had to go slower, but with a wider range of motion. So I pulled out as much as possible and then thrust in deeply. The advantage of this was that it would widen her vaginal cavity as quickly as possible. I also saw that Sister Zhu had her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and her lips bitten.
My hands pinched her nipples, my hips moving slowly. Gradually, her vagina became increasingly wet and slippery, and her moans became more and more uncontrollable.
I increased my speed; the sofa, neither too soft nor too hard, provided excellent cushioning with each thrust, allowing me to increase my speed at will. My core strength was still something I was proud of; like an inflatable drill, I thrust in and out at an extremely high speed. I could clearly see the fleshy waves of her belly rolling.
From her chest to her face, she was flushed, a vibrant red. But she still didn't open her eyes; only the sounds in her throat grew louder and more incoherent.
I continued thrusting, each thrust now less strenuous; her vagina was fully open. I could easily shove it all the way in, and I liked that feeling, because my glans could be sucked by that unknown creature at the end. I even rubbed it around at the end each time I shoved in, each rubbing making her face flush redder and her moans more intense.
But this bent-over thrusting couldn't last long. I pulled out, took her hand, and it took her a while to open her eyes. She looked at me dazedly and said, "Did you cum?"
I made her bend over so I could penetrate her from behind while standing. She finally understood and said softly, "You were drinking tonight, weren't you? How could you be so crazy!"
Actually, I'm like this even when I'm not drinking, but I didn't explain. I spread her kneeling legs apart. This way, I could see her fair, or rather, now rosy vulva. Her vaginal opening had been opened by my penetration, like two flower petals, glistening with moisture, which was incredibly arousing in this decadent environment.
She raised her hand, tidied her hair, and turned back to say, "Yanbin, slow down, I can't take it, you're so crazy."
I responded, picked up my penis again, and thrust in. She gasped and lunged forward. I quickly grabbed her waist, but she gritted her teeth and turned back, saying, "You bad boy, I told you to slow down."
This position had its advantages. My tall, ten o'clock-angled penis pressed against the upper wall of her vaginal cavity every time it entered. This friction was a great stimulation not only for me but also for her. Even when I slowly pushed in and pulled out, she still cried out.
It seemed that this position also made it particularly easy to penetrate all the way in. I felt that each thrust was hitting her uterus. I could feel that the fluid in her vagina was becoming more and more abundant. Each time I pulled out, streams of fluid would flow out of her vagina and drip onto the ground.
For Sister Zhu, it wasn't just her vagina that was being stimulated. Due to the intensity of the impact, her breasts were also sagging and swaying. She had to free one hand to cover her breasts.
Actually, I liked to see her breasts swaying, so I mischievously increased the force of my thrusts, and her breasts slipped from her hands, bouncing merrily.
She was clearly very aroused; each thrust was so deep that she had to support herself with one hand and hold her breasts with the other, which kept slipping out of her grasp, making her heart race.
Finally, during a lull in the thrusting, she turned her head and pleaded, "Yanbin, can we change positions? I can't take it anymore."
I clearly saw tears on her cheeks, so I quickly pulled out my penis, helped her up, and asked, "What's wrong?"
She didn't speak for a long time, just clenched her teeth and breathed heavily. Her eyes were so excited, yet pitiful.
After a while, she said, "Yanbin, just keep torturing me!"
I said, "Are you comfortable?"
She thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, it's comfortable, it's uncomfortable, and my heart races."
I smiled and asked, "Then what position should we change to?"
She rolled her eyes at me, but her eyes were filled with intense desire: "Do whatever you want."
I said, "Then how about you sit on me?"
She didn't speak, just nodded.
I quickly sat down on the sofa and pulled her close to me. With her back to me, she asked, "Should I just sit like this?"
I said, "Yes."
She was clearly still shaken, and said timidly, "Yanbin, just come, I'm about to fall apart."
I knew she was telling the truth, so I quickly said, "Okay, don't worry."
She still cautiously moved closer, carefully holding my penis, and slowly sat down in front of her vulva.
I asked, "Should I move, or should you?"
She was clearly satisfied with this position and said, "I'll move."
So, as if in slow motion, she gently stood up and then slowly sat down again. This was good too; it wasn't as stimulating for me as before, and it was a good adjustment. Most importantly, I found that my hands were free, so I naturally grabbed her swaying breasts.
She whispered, "Yes, just hold them like this."
But even like this, it would get tiring after a while, and soon she said, "Why don't you move?"
I had rested and was full of energy, so I gladly accepted, raising my penis and thrusting upwards again and again.
The screams from Sister Zhu's throat rang in my ears again. She was screaming and groaning as if she were being tortured, but strangely, only the poem by Chairman Mao that I had learned in my youth came to mind: "The golden monkey wields its mighty cudgel, clearing the jade sky of ten thousand miles of dust."
Sister Zhu clearly hadn't expected this position to drive her to madness. It was just that she had given me the initiative, and now she couldn't even speak, only making incoherent moans.
My penis felt like it was going to pierce through her lower abdomen. She started to use her hands to support her body behind her, trying to hold on, but later she didn't even have the strength to hold on anymore, and her body went limp.
I knew she had already had her orgasm, so I continued to stimulate and pound her in rhythm with my thrusts. Just then, I felt a tingling sensation on my glans. Okay, I won't hold back anymore, let me ejaculate!
The instant I ejaculated, she sat up straight, and I could feel the muscles in her vagina contracting tightly. My penis was gripped tightly. It felt so good, and every last drop of semen gushed out!
She stopped screaming and started moaning softly, but didn't move. After a while, she finally let out a long breath. I lifted her up, supporting her buttocks. The moment my penis left her, a string of semen dripped from her vagina.
I quickly held her buttocks, staring intently at the white liquid dripping from her smooth, reddish opening. I found it incredibly beautiful and felt a great sense of accomplishment. Perhaps this was just a primal male instinct.
She was looking down at the semen dripping onto the edge of the sofa and the floor, watching it all drain away before saying, "It's always this much."
I sighed to myself, "What a pity."
She turned away, "What's a pity?"
"You have an IUD, otherwise, with this much semen, I don't believe we wouldn't have been able to have a baby."
Her face turned red, both ashamed and angry, she said, "You're really shameless, who wants to have a baby for you... If you didn't have an IUD, I wouldn't have let you ejaculate inside me at all."
I pulled her to sit beside me. I was a little tired by now; I'd been quite busy these past few days, my legs were heavy, and my little brother had gone limp after such a long struggle.
She leaned against me, our sweaty bodies pressed close together.
I asked her, "Are you happy?"
She didn't speak, but her hand gently traced my skin, from top to bottom, right up to my penis—which now seemed less like a penis and more like a worm. She murmured, "So well-behaved now!"
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she sat up and said, "Yanbin, from now on, don't touch me after you've been drinking."
"Why?"
"When you drink, it's like you're on stimulants, making my whole body ache, but my lower body doesn't feel uncomfortable."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but focus on my smooth, white vulva.
My hand shamelessly covered her vulva, and I said, "Then tell me, does this feel good?"
She brushed my hand away, didn't say anything, and leaned on my shoulder again, saying softly, "It feels quite good, but it's a bit stimulating. I can't handle this at my age."
"You're at such a good age!"
Women always like to be praised, and she must have felt very pleased, but she pressed on, "What's so good about it? I'm getting old."
"Hehe, you really aren't old. Whether a person is old or not is determined by their mindset, not their age. In fact, being a little over forty is the best age for a woman. Mature, intelligent, and I think you're especially gentle and understanding. I feel very comfortable with you!"
She finally grinned, seemingly still liking my answer. "I can't argue with you."
"I'm telling the truth."
This was truly from the bottom of my heart: "I feel like being with you every day is such a natural thing. I feel like I haven't been home if I don't see you for a day."
"Sweet talker!"
She looked at me with a smile while stroking my body with her hand. Suddenly she said, "Sigh, being with you makes me very happy, but our relationship is so contradictory. You don't know how much pain I feel most often."
I put my arm around her shoulder and gently stroked her breast. She leaned against my chest and said, "You've been gone for several days, and I've been so anxious, just wanting to see you. But every time, my mind tells me it's wrong, I'm sorry to Lao Xu, sorry to Chu Chu, sorry to my family, and I also feel sorry for you, sorry to Wu Hanyue, sigh!"
I felt like she was venting her frustration. She said softly, "I know all that, so..."
"Wait until I finish... I'll definitely be with you. What makes me happy is, firstly, that it brings back the feeling of being in love. I haven't felt this way in years, this feeling of being with you is so strong, my heart is always lingering on it, I feel like I'm young again. Secondly, I feel you're very young, and you're so good to me, I trust you completely. Sometimes I see you as a little brother, sometimes as a lover, I don't even know what I'm trying to say anymore, anyway, I'm very conflicted."
I nodded: "Since we're on the topic, I also want to say that sometimes I see you as an older sister, sometimes as a mother, and most of the time as a wife."
She smiled, lowered her head, and said: "I'm still very happy that you say that. Actually, after that time with you..." Afterwards, I swore I would never have anything to do with you again, and I even wanted to transfer, but for some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to be ruthless towards you. Actually, what I wanted to say was that physical pleasure wasn't what I expected; I got something else from it that I didn't know—was it love, or just memories from my youth?
I said seriously, "Actually, you got me."
Zhu Ying put her arms around my neck, looked at me, and said, "I got you, and you got me. In the end, we got nothing but the happiness we have now, and the sadness that will only remain in our memories when we're old."
I was amazed by her philosophy and eloquence. Yes, I had never even thought about how long our relationship would last, or how long she could hold on. If that day really came, she would leave me and return to her family. Maybe one day I would also have my own new life, but I didn't want to think that far ahead.
"We both live with contradictions. We're both rational and considerate of each other, but we were happy before. We're happy now, and we might be happy for a while longer. Isn't that enough for us? Maybe what we're pursuing is something our families can't give us."
Perhaps she found my words reasonable. She pondered for a moment, then nestled in my arms and said softly, "Old Xu is actually a very good person, and he's very good to me. You see, he's always busy and rarely home. It's just that sometimes he really wants to achieve something as a man. Actually, I can understand his complaints."
She looked up at me and said, "Actually, there was something you said earlier that really made me think—crying is about wanting a child. If I weren't married, even at this age, if you wanted a child, I would have one with you. But that's impossible. You're almost thirty. Wu Hanyue is coming back soon, so you two should discuss having one."
"Don't joke around."
I don't like talking about Wu Hanyue with her; it's stressful.
She looked at me with a serious, affectionate gaze and said, "If you have a child and no one can take care of it, I'll take care of it for you. I'll treat it as our own child."
I said, "Then I might as well hurry up and have one with you now."
Chapter 9
That night we talked until very late, but we didn't do anything. Sometimes when we're together, it's not just for momentary pleasure. Actually, being together, sharing and listening to each other is also a kind of happiness.
The next morning, I vaguely felt Zhu Ying getting up.
I asked her, "Where are you going?"
She said, "To cook some breakfast and make some porridge."
I knew she was a gentle and considerate woman, but after a night's rest, I had regained my energy. I pulled her back to bed, and she let out a soft "ah," but she understood what I meant. With tears streaming down her face, she said, "Wasn't all night enough?"
I said, "Not enough."
She leaned against my stomach, letting my hand slip under her nightgown and touch her nipples until they were hard.
She said, "Stop it, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
I laughed and said, "It's okay, I don't need your teeth."
She giggled, stood up to try to run away, but I grabbed her again.
She had no choice but to admit defeat, turning around and saying, "Then can you be gentle?"
In my groggy state after waking up, I forcefully pressed her onto the bed and had another earth-shattering fucking session. During that time, I didn't care about the force, fucking her until she was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. She even pinched my arm until it turned red, until I ejaculated into her vagina once more.
Her face was flushed, she bit her hand, and rested for a long time before finally closing her thighs. I watched intently as the thick white fluid flowed from her vagina all the way to the bed. At this moment, I reached for a tissue from the bedside table and wiped her.
She laughed and said, "Pretending to be attentive!"
I wiped her very carefully, and even took the opportunity to tease her clitoris again.
She angrily scolded me, "Taking advantage of someone in distress!"
I said, "I didn't restrict your freedom."
She said, "I can't even move my legs right now, you bad guy."
I asked, "So you still want that bad guy to hold you while you sleep?"
She pouted and looked at me, saying, "Yanbin, actually I didn't sleep well last night."
I asked, "Why?"
She said, "I'm always afraid that Lao Xu will suddenly come back at night, and then we'll be finished."
I didn't say anything. This woman really wanted to have it both ways, but it was indeed difficult to have it both ways.
I comforted her, saying, "It's okay, come to our house next time, then you won't have to worry."
She didn't say anything more. She got up to take a shower.
When she came back, she was already dressed and said, "Yanbin, go take a shower first, then come back and sleep for a while. I'll leave you the key; just give it to me when you're at work."
I got up and kissed her, but she struggled and said, "I'm wearing makeup."
I didn't care and kissed her until her legs went weak. She pushed me away forcefully and said, "Are you bullying me or being naughty? If you do this again, there won't be a next time."
I saw that she had returned to her work mode, so I could only smile and say, "It's because I don't want you to leave."
She looked at me, probably feeling sorry for me, and kissed my forehead, saying, "Remember to wash your face when you shower!" I
didn't get to the company until almost 11 a.m., and General Manager Jia called me in again. He asked me to send a team to follow up on the Xinda Group matter.
I thought for a moment and said, "Arrange for the company's most capable team... Hu Zhiyang's team to follow up."
He nodded and said, "Jiang Yuqiu is not a easy person to deal with. You should have Lao Hu make contact first. There are many things that Lao Hu probably won't be able to negotiate. You need to follow up promptly. If it still doesn't work, I'll step in."
I said, "Yes, then we're determined to win."
He shook his head: "Even the meeting was handled by Lao Lu. The government must have intervened in Xinda's matter. You need to find out the details. It would be best if we could reach an agreement, especially after they have developed the real estate market in the later stages. If we can take over their marketing, it would be a huge opportunity for us!"
He's shrewd and calculating. I originally thought Lao Jia just wanted to take over the research project, but I didn't expect him to have such a big appetite. But I can't help but admire his imagination and courage, after all, we have no experience in marketing the entire real estate project.
He saw through my thoughts: "Don't be afraid. After you win this bid, you'll be in charge of this big project. I'll assign you people, funds, and give you authority. Don't rush things; these things can't be rushed. Play the long game, relax first, then tighten later, relax internally and tighten externally. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
I admit the boss is indeed a boss; he has some cleverness.
After I left, I found Lao Hu and told him about it. He was also very excited and asked me for the information.
I said, "I don't have any information. Go find it yourself, ask around. I only know that Xinda's office in Runzhou is currently located on the fifteenth floor of Runjing Building. You'd better visit General Manager Jiang, or at least meet one of her key subordinates."
Lao Hu said, "I can find out within a week."
I also explained General Manager Jia's intentions to him.
He smiled slyly and said, "That's exciting."
I said, "This is the company's top secret. You can't tell anyone. Your team must keep it a secret. Anyone who talks about it will be fired!"
He nodded firmly.
During lunch, I found an opportunity to give the key to Zhu Ying. Zhu Ying completely changed her demeanor the moment she arrived at the company. Even when it was just the two of us in the office, she didn't smile. I tried to compliment her or flatter her, but she just smiled and brushed it off, as if she hadn't been the same person she was with just a few hours earlier.
Before leaving, she suddenly said, "I'm thinking of going back to my hometown next week. My mother called me this morning and said my father isn't feeling well, so I'd like to go see him."
I said, "Sure, you can find the time. If you can combine it with your annual leave, see if you can stay a few more days."
Seeing her calm expression, I knew she was probably just using the opportunity to adjust her mood and state of mind. I certainly couldn't keep her there, so I said, "I'm very busy later. Otherwise, I'd like to visit you and see the elders while I'm at it."
She laughed, "You'd better not go. It'll cause trouble. Besides, I want to get away for a couple of days."
I thought so too; it wouldn't be appropriate for her to go, and I wouldn't be able to explain it to her. I smiled and said, "Then before you leave, could we..."
She immediately understood what I meant, rolled her eyes at me, and said, "We'll see."
She then spat out the word "bad guy" through her teeth. Seeing my surprise, she whispered, "My lower body is still sore and swollen, you're such a bad guy!"
I knew she wasn't really complaining or angry, so I said innocently, "Then I really need to be careful... How about this weekend?"
"No way this weekend, Chuchu's going home. We'll talk about it then."
I could only watch her drift away.
I'd been away from the company for a while, and quite a few things had settled down. I asked Qian Jiaqi to briefly summarize them for me. My phone rang; it was Shang Tao.
He asked, "Are you at the company?"
I said, "Yes."
He said, "I'm downstairs, I'll be right up."
I checked my watch; it was already past five in the afternoon.
I looked at Qian Jiaqi: "Are you all off work?"
Qian Jiaqi pouted and said, "Yeah, you're so crazy, who else is like you?"
I said, "Then I'm keeping you from getting off work."
She laughed: "Trying to make it up to me, huh?"
I thought this girl was quite interesting, and she was good at separating work and life, so I said, "My classmate—Shang Tao, you know him—is inviting me to dinner. Why don't you come along tonight?"
She stood up and snorted: "Not sincere at all. You're quite good at using someone else's money to curry favor. No way, next time you pay for me to go. Besides, you're all guys, it's not convenient for me to go."
I nodded thoughtfully: "Okay then, is Sister Zhu there? Can you take a look?"
Qian Jiaqi, holding a folder, said: "No need to look, Sister Zhu definitely won't go to dinner with you, and it's been half an hour since you got off work, she's already left. Don't go around being a free good Samaritan."
As if I were very stingy.
I said, "Hey, girl... haven't I treated everyone to meals a lot? At least ten times!"
Qian Jiaqi tilted her head, grinning mischievously, and said, "You've never treated me alone. Next time, I want you to treat me to dinner and a movie."
I was completely defeated by her and said, "Miss, you should work harder and see if President Jia can give you a raise. Instead of sitting here teasing married men all day, you should hurry up and find a boyfriend. Finding a boyfriend is a serious matter."
She looked at me and pouted again, "Can you stop saying these things? You sound like my dad."
Then she opened the door and left.
Just then, Shang Tao came in. He said, "Oh, is Secretary Qian angry? What happened?"
Qian Jiaqi quickly said, "No, Mr. Shang, President Ji is waiting for you inside. Please come in. Nothing else, I'll go home now."
She was quite professional; she was angry just a moment ago, but instantly became very calm. Of course, I knew her last sentence was directed at me. I smiled.
Shang Tao, still dressed impeccably in a floral shirt and half-rimmed glasses, looked quite scholarly. He said, "You didn't bully Secretary Qian, did you? In the office? That's not good!"
I was so angry I almost jumped out of my skin. I
stood up and said, "She's off work, so I don't think you should drink tea anymore. Let's go." He was about to sit on the sofa, but halfway down, he stood up again and said, "Fine, let's go. Don't drive tonight, and I didn't drive either. I even called Captain Feng over tonight. Let's find a small restaurant and have a drink." "
I didn't drive last night, I'm still at the hotel!"
I suddenly remembered my car.
"Old Feng is here too?"
"Yes, I told him to wait downstairs."
Old Feng, Feng Tongguo, is the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team in Runcheng District, Runzhou. He's thirty-five years old and was Shang Tao's high school classmate. I met him through Shang Tao. I've met him a few times, and he's a very good friend and quite interesting. I like him a lot.
Downstairs in the lobby, I saw Old Feng leisurely smoking a cigarette. I stepped forward and said, "Captain Feng, you're here. Why don't you come up for a cup of tea?"
Shang Tao sneered, "I did go up, but you didn't offer me any tea either."
Captain Feng chuckled, "Just in time for you guys to get off work. I'm here to catch a good look at the pretty girls."
Since we were already fairly familiar with each other, we didn't bother with a proper hotel. Instead, we found a small restaurant on Hancheng Snack Street, not far from the company. Captain Feng had highly recommended this place, saying he'd tried their beef offal and thought it was excellent.
Shang Tao said, "In this sweltering heat, eating beef offal will only make you feel hot and bothered."
Old Feng smiled smugly and walked straight in without saying a word. We had no choice but to follow. Old Feng wasn't exactly a polite person; he ordered without even asking us first.
Shang Tao said, "Why didn't you ask us what our dietary restrictions were?"
Old Feng said, "Let me tell you, even the most restrictive people won't have any restrictions after eating this delicious food."
So we started discussing the theoretical issues of how to cook beef and mutton, and while we were talking enthusiastically, the food arrived. In addition to the beef offal hot pot, Old Feng also ordered mutton, and they served spicy blood curd, plus some cold vegetable dishes.
Shang Tao said, "My goodness, after this meal, we'll be breathing fire!"
As he spoke, the waiter brought out two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor).
Shang Tao almost burst out laughing, saying, "Old Feng, are you planning to torture us?"
Old Feng replied, "If I wanted to torture you, I'd serve you such good wine and dishes. Tonight I'm the host, so I'll arrange everything. Eat if you want, don't complain if you don't…!"
I said, "You're acting like a tyrant over a meal."
Old Feng chuckled, "You two usually prefer bland salt and spice, which I don't like. But since we're already here, I might as well take the initiative. You'll definitely find it delicious."
I picked up a piece of beef offal; it was indeed very fragrant. I quickly said, "Shang Tao, try it, it's really good."
Shang Tao sat down and said, "I'm not doubting the taste, I'm just considering health."
He ate while showing an expression that it was indeed very delicious.
Seeing our expressions, Old Feng was very satisfied with his ordering skills and quickly started pouring wine for everyone. He picked up his glass and said, "Actually, I know Shang Tao's tricks."
I didn't know what he meant, so I looked at Shang Tao.
Shang Tao laughed and said, "You always think you're Sherlock Holmes? I don't believe it. Tell me, what kind of tricks do I have
up my sleeve?" Old Feng looked at him coldly and said, "You don't want to eat offal because you're afraid of the smell on your mouth. You're afraid that after dinner you'll go to see your girlfriend and she'll spank you!"
I thought it was something serious. Old Feng, though a detective, was quite adorable. Shang Tao looked at me with a wry smile, then at Old Feng. Old Feng continued, "I bet you're going to say you're not feeling well today and can't drink, right? Actually, it's all to prepare for you to go find a girlfriend?"
Shang Tao said, "Don't be silly. That girl from last dinner broke up with me a long time ago. I'm all alone now. You're just guessing! -- Sigh, why shouldn't I drink? I'll drink it for you to see!"
Saying that, he tilted his head back and drank a glass, put down the glass and said, "I feel like I've fallen for your reverse psychology. Actually, I really don't want to drink baijiu today, but since you've said that, I'm too embarrassed to say it."
I didn't expect Old Feng to be so shrewd despite his rough exterior, with such a clever plan. I laughed and said, "You, it's always so annoying how you hesitate when you drink. Why can't you just be straightforward?"
"I really am thinking of finding a woman after dinner today,"
Shang Tao said, still with his own plans.
I said, "Don't you not have a girlfriend anymore?"
Shang Tao looked at me disdainfully, "Unlike you, with several lovers. I'm planning to go to a bathhouse and have some fun."
Old Feng looked at him with a strange expression.
Shang Tao said, "Don't even look. With your status, it's not appropriate for you to go. Yanbin, are you going or not?"
Old Feng said, "Since you put it that way, let me give you a heads-up. A representative from the People's Congress recently said that the sex industry in Runzhou is showing signs of resurgence and hopes to crack down on it. The Municipal Bureau just held a meeting on Monday, and they're going to launch a big operation soon, supposedly lasting a month, targeting bathhouses, hair salons, and hotels. I don't know the specifics, but it's the responsibility of the district and county public security management brigades, with the Municipal Bureau coordinating. But I'm telling you, it's best to avoid going during this period. I don't want to get you involved."
Shang Tao looked at Old Feng... "Let's drink then!"
I said, glancing at Shang Tao and picking up my glass. "Since meeting you, I've realized what university professors are like."
Shang Tao wasn't averse to offal; I saw he'd taken quite a bit with his chopsticks. He wiped his mouth. "I hate it when people say that. I'm just an individual, not a representative of the whole. There are many highly respected professors at the university, and I think I've got it all figured out. I never mix work and personal life. At work, I'm the best teacher; after work, I'm just myself. What's wrong with that?"
What's wrong with that? Anyway, I wouldn't argue with him; he's just stubborn. Old Feng also gave him a sidelong glance.
Shang Tao continued, "At least I'm not hypocritical, unlike Captain Feng... You see, when we drink together, he won't do anything to bail people out."
Old Feng almost spat out his food laughing, choking for a while before saying, "I'm hypocritical, but you think doing that is noble? Aren't you ashamed!"
"Nobility is the passport of the noble, baseness is the epitaph of the base. As for me, I'm neither noble nor base. I am who I am. I am a believer in existentialism and hedonism, and I basically abide by moral norms."
He looked at us with great smugness.
Old Feng glanced at me, and we both smiled at each other, simultaneously uttering the same word, "Shameless!"
Shang Tao chuckled, nonchalantly saying, "You guys get jealous when you encounter someone with a slightly higher level of knowledge than you, and then you speak recklessly. That's a very petty thing to do!"
I asked, "With your promiscuity, aren't the girls at your school suffering?"
Shang Tao said seriously, "I've told you, I'm a very clear-headed person. I have my own moral bottom line, which is that I absolutely cannot touch students. As long as she's in school, still a student, I'm a teacher, and I would never do anything like that."
Seeing my somewhat puzzled face, he nodded and said, "Let me put it this way, she's pretty, but I treat her like my own little sister. How could I possibly have any romantic feelings for her? You can suspect me of having an affair with the mayor's wife all you want, but you can't suspect me about this."
I thought what he said made a lot of sense.
Shang Tao suddenly remembered something: "My two students are working for you now?"
I nodded: "They came yesterday. I arranged for them to do odd jobs first."
Shang Tao even raised his glass to toast me seriously: "This matter will depend on you later. Both girls are quite good. Give them some experience, and if they can stay, then they can stay."
I said: "This is not up to me. It depends on the HR department's opinion, and most importantly, on their performance."
Shang Tao continued: "Jin Xiaona's family seems to be from a town in some county in Shanxi. They're not well-off and want to stay here; Zhang Juanjuan seems to be from Qiyang in the province. Her family is well-off."
I interrupted him: "She's pretty too... You've got a good eye on her!"
Captain Feng, who had been listening with great interest, finally laughed out loud.
"Hmph!"
Shang Tao sneered, "Of course I know my students well! You people are just stirring up trouble! Let me tell you, they've never been in the real world. If they do anything wrong, tell me, and I'll criticize them."
I sneered three times too, "Don't talk like you're their manager. If you're working, you have to follow the rules. If you make a mistake, you have to accept criticism and punishment. Since they're under my supervision, I'll manage them. Right, Captain Feng?"
Captain Feng nodded seriously.
Shang Tao could only say, "I'm just afraid you'll go too far and make them lose faith in society."
I said, "Don't be so lenient with them, making me sound like a fierce demon. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. If I'm too lenient or too harsh, they'll definitely come crying to you when they get back, then you'll see."
Shang Tao picked up his glass and said, "I really do have a problem with students. Let's drink."
There's no pressure when drinking with friends, and within a few drinks, two bottles of wine were empty. Old Feng said he'd been busy with a case and hadn't had much time to recruit clients, so he had to go home early today. Shang Tao said there was a meeting early tomorrow morning. I also wanted to go home and sleep early. So we scattered like birds.
Before leaving, Captain Feng repeatedly reminded Shang Tao not to go to places of entertainment recently. Shang Tao patted his chest and left!
Chapter 10
At noon on Friday, I saw Hu Zhiyang. I hurriedly asked, "Have you made contact with the people from Xinda these past two days?"
He said, covered in sweat, "Yes."
"Did you see General Manager Jiang?"
He took a few sips of mineral water, which soaked his sweat-stained shirt. He said, "I didn't see General Manager Jiang, but I saw their marketing director, Bi Chongjie, General Manager Bi."
I nodded. Seeing Bi Chongjie was normal, but not seeing Jiang Yuqiu made me a little disappointed. But it was very likely that Hu Zhiyang's position was too low, and Jiang Yuqiu wouldn't see him.
Would I be able to see her if I went myself? Last time we ate together, Jiang Yuqiu seemed indifferent and unfathomable, making it difficult to understand her. If I went myself and still couldn't get a meeting, things would be difficult.
"President Bi even asked about you? He said why President Ji didn't come?"
Hu Zhiyang added.
I smiled, sure enough.
"Ah, what did you say?"
"I said President Ji is currently working on some research reports that are about to be submitted, and he sent me first to hear your thoughts and opinions. He'll come to visit President Bi and President Jiang in person once he finishes his work."
I nodded: "How did your talks go?"
"This morning, I formally discussed business matters with him. President Bi told me their ideas. Mainly, they want to analyze the overall situation of Runzhou real estate over the past three years and provide a forecast for the real estate industry in the next three years."
"When do you need it?"
"He didn't mention those details. From what he said, there's still a bidding process, and he hopes we can make a plan for this issue or something."
"So, there's no bid?"
I know that the richer people are, the more they like to act humble. Big companies are the same.
"No, I wanted to know too, so I asked him something, saying it's a project worth four or five million! Bi Chongjie shook his head and said the company probably wouldn't give that much. I noticed he shook one finger, and I thought he was implying it wouldn't be more than a million. What a stingy guy!"
I knew Hu Zhiyang was probably thinking, "This isn't a big project, and the person is so difficult, yet I gave him the task."
"I understand, Lao Hu. Didn't he want to make a plan? Your group should work on one. Whether it's bidding or negotiation, we must win this project! Did they say when there will be a bidding?"
Lao Hu nodded: "No."
I said: "Then I'll give you a week. Get it done as soon as possible. Also, go visit him again next Tuesday or Wednesday, and tell him I'll visit him next weekend."
Lao Hu looked troubled and said: "I feel this company is a bit ambiguous, strange, you..."
I interrupted him: "Don't ask so many questions now. First, get his research done, and then see if we can get the big prize. Besides, you're the vanguard, and General Manager Jia is the general manager. He will also work on other aspects. Just do your job well!"
Hu Zhiyang is a very smart person; he understands immediately. After listening to me, he said: "I understand, I will prepare well, but I'm afraid I'll need to consult you about the quotation."
After saying that, he went to do his own thing.
I was dozing off in the office at noon when the phone rang. I was stealing a moment of peace, and I hate it when someone calls me during this short nap at noon. I picked it up and saw it was from Xi Wanzhu.
As soon as I answered, I heard her giggle: "President Ji, it's me."
I quickly said, "Sister Xi, hello,"
in a tone of trepidation.
"How about it? Didn't expect that, did you?" She
was still laughing on the other end of the line.
I stammered, "I really didn't expect Sister Xi to call me."
"I was still waiting for you to invite me to play ball, and you just kept quiet."
Her voice trembled slightly. Did she really want me to play ball? I wondered.
"Oh, look at me, Sister Xi, I haven't forgotten, but I've been working every day these past few days, haven't I? I know you're busy too, so I didn't dare bother you..."
"I know, I know, don't you have to work on weekends? Why don't you find some time to teach me?"
She seemed genuinely interested in playing ball. Suddenly, the taxi driver's words from that night popped into my head. Could it really be a romantic encounter?
“Okay, Sister Xi, how about this, tomorrow at 5 pm, I’ll pick you up at the entrance of your community. I’ll book a time slot with Xiangyu now, what do you think?”
“Great, tomorrow? You can’t stand me up, hehehe.”
Another burst of silvery laughter.
I quickly assured her I would be on time, and she finally hung up.
For a moment, I wondered what her true intentions were, and whether I was overthinking things because I'd done too much research. Maybe she had no ulterior motives, just wanted to make friends, or perhaps wanted a free coach. I decided not to be presumptuous or overanalyze things; I'd deal with it tomorrow.
In the afternoon, I met with Yang Youwen to discuss their group's research and planning for the "Plateau Red" health wine within the province. The project was progressing smoothly in Runzhou and the provincial capital, but in Tongzhou in the north, a previous research partner had encountered a stagnation due to personnel changes.
I asked Yang Youwen, "What's the reason?"
He said, "At the beginning, they said the conditions we offered were too low, so they didn't want to do it. Later, one of their research managers resigned, causing them to stall again."
I was angry and asked Yang Youwen, "Have you contacted them?"
Yang Youwen said, "I have, and they agreed, but the progress is still not ideal."
I said, "Then why don't you go there? Do we have anyone over there watching?"
He said, "No."
I said, "Then go there and explain things to them clearly. Then leave one person there, and call them back when it's finished. Do you understand?"
Yang Youwen probably rarely saw me angry, and he nodded quickly.
I stopped him and said, "Completing the client's needs on time, with quality and quantity, is the foundation of our existence. We must complete the task within the time stipulated in the contract and cannot delay. Similarly, our partners must also complete their work according to the contracts we have signed. If they cannot cooperate, we will not cooperate with this company in the future."
Yang Youwen took his phone and prepared to leave.
I stopped him again and told him, "Don't rush now. You need to sort out what you need to do right now, clarify the tasks again, and it's not too late to go to Tongzhou on Sunday night. Panicking won't solve anything."
He nodded.
I suddenly remembered something and asked him, "Is Sister Zhu the supervisor for your project?"
Yang Youwen said, "Yes."
I said, "Have you talked to Sister Zhu about this?"
He said, "I talked to her once on Wednesday, and she said the same thing."
I said, "Go and make the arrangements. Also, please ask Sister Zhu to come in for a moment."
A little while later, Sister Zhu came in, looking at me with a very anxious expression.
I said, "Did you report on Yang Youwen's group's situation?" "
He mentioned a couple of days ago that the progress in Tongzhou wasn't very good, and I told him to hurry up and urge them. I noticed he seemed quite anxious just now, so you scolded him."
I weighed my options and said, "I did scold him. Our project involves both research and planning, and the timeframe is extremely tight. The research isn't even finished yet, so the time left for planning is very limited. We absolutely can't delay any longer. I told him to go and urge Tongzhou himself. Besides, you haven't been paying enough attention to this matter. If you had known the situation earlier, things might have been different."
Zhu Ying didn't seem unhappy that I scolded her; she nodded and didn't argue.
I asked, "When are you planning to leave?"
She seemed surprised and asked, "Where to?"
"Didn't you say you were going home?"
She sighed and said, "I didn't know, I thought I wouldn't be able to go back!"
I interrupted her, "No, how about this, on Sunday afternoon you and Yang Youwen take someone else and go to Tongzhou. You're quite familiar with Gu Guangyu from Fanghua in Tongzhou, you can talk to them in person, that should be better. Then you can go straight back to your hometown, how about that?"
She looked at me in surprise, clearly this arrangement was unplanned.
I felt a little guilty after telling her the arrangement, and quickly asked, "Don't you want to go?"
She shook her head, "No, no, I know I have to go, it's just..."
I looked at her, there must be something inconvenient about it for her.
"It's just that Chuchu is coming back tonight. I was supposed to take her back to school on Sunday night, but forget it, I'll let her go back by herself."
I immediately understood, the promise I made to my daughter wouldn't be fulfilled. Suddenly I remembered I had a coordination meeting in the provincial capital on Monday. I said, "Alright, Sister Zhu, I have an idea. Isn't Chuchu supposed to go back Sunday night? I happen to have a meeting in the provincial capital on Monday. So, I can drive Chuchu there on Sunday, which means I'll arrive in the provincial capital a day early, right?"
She was still hesitating.
I said, "Is Chuchu really that difficult to talk to?"
"You wouldn't understand. You'd understand if you had a daughter. She's troublesome and has a bad temper."
I was surprised. Although I didn't see Chuchu often, she always seemed like a pure, innocent, and adorable little girl, so I made an incredulous expression.
She gave a wry smile: "She's fine in front of outsiders, but with her mother, she's completely unreasonable. She was supposed to come back next week, but I asked her to come back this week because I was worried I wouldn't be able to come back for a while next week. But she insisted I take her back. I had no choice but to agree, and then this happened."
I smiled: "Alright, then it's like this. If she agrees, call me, and I'll take her back Sunday afternoon. If she doesn't agree, you go to the provincial capital, get to Tongzhou on Monday morning, and ask them to wait for you there all day. How about that?"
Zhu Ying wasn't one to make empty promises. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll try my best
. If she asks you to take her, I'll call you, and you can come to my house for lunch on Sunday." I thought this arrangement was excellent. I readily agreed: "I haven't seen Chuchu for quite a while now. I wonder if she's lost weight from school?"
Zhu Ying smiled: "Yanbin, I'm off work now. I have to go home and cook. She should be home soon. I have to go now."
What could I say to such a good mother? Before I could reply, she had already disappeared.
On Saturday morning, I arrived at the company as usual. My colleagues in each group were diligently working on their tasks, which made me quite pleased. At the same time, I realized that making money and achieving success these days is truly difficult.
Qian Jiaqi was also busy, which surprised me; it wasn't common for her.
Seeing my curious look, she gave a wry smile and said, "You assigned a pretty young woman to work with me, and I spend half my time each day showing her around the procedures. As a result, I can't finish my own work and have to work overtime."
I then remembered that I had assigned a girl to help her with internal affairs that day. I honestly forgot her name. I teased, "Do you think being a teacher is easy?"
She pouted again, trying to act coquettish. I pointed to my office, and she followed me there knowingly. Once inside, I sat on the sofa and said, "You've had a long day. How's it going with this student?"
She still thoughtfully poured me a glass of water, saying, "I didn't know you were coming today, so I didn't make you tea—here, it's alright, nothing much, I haven't made her do any work." I took the tea and said, "Is her attitude proper? —What's her name again?"
"Zhang Juanjuan, her attitude is alright, she's quite diligent, but she likes to ask all sorts of questions. But her family seems quite wealthy; she uses very trendy phones, and her cosmetics look quite expensive. Maybe she has a rich and handsome boyfriend."
I laughed; girls are so gossipy.
"You're pretty too, and you could find a handsome boyfriend!"
Hearing me compliment her, she snorted, turned to look at herself in the mirror by the door, and said, "I'm not listening to you. I'm too old; I won't find one."
Seriously! Women always say they're old; if you don't compliment them, they get angry.
"I'm telling you, you're 26, how can you say you're old? If you say that again, I bet the older ladies in the sales department would beat you to death! How are they supposed to live?"
She was still arguing in front of the mirror, "I wasn't talking about anyone else. Oh dear, I've gained weight."
Her pout deepened.
"Alright, you, just focus on doing your job well. Also, this week is for Zhang Juanjuan to familiarize herself with the process. Next week, assign her some specific tasks and see how it goes. Besides, I've already spoken to General Manager Jia; if a suitable opportunity arises, I'll send you to work on a project."
"Really?"
She turned to look at me excitedly. Then her excitement faded.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to do a project? Weren't you the one who used to be pushing it?"
"Doing projects, I used to want to, but now I think it's quite troublesome. When I'm busy, I don't have time. Besides, doing projects means I can't be in the office every day, I can't bring you tea and water anymore."
"Pfft..."
Hearing the last sentence, I couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of hot tea. So fake!
She saw my expression and laughed.
I said, "Don't try to sweet-talk me. When I assign you tasks, you probably hate me. Are you worried that working on projects will leave you no time to gossip with the girls at the company, no time to go shopping?"
"Sometimes, you're not so bad!"
she said, turning her head slightly, her smile still somewhat sweet.
"So that's your assessment of me—not so bad, haha, okay… I just remembered, the meeting in the provincial capital was originally scheduled for Monday, but it's been moved to tomorrow. Hurry up and write me a speech today, just about our main achievements this year. I'll read it from the script at the association on Monday. Hurry up."
"Ah… I have plans to go coffee with a friend this afternoon,"
she muttered.
"I don't care what you do, just send me the stuff tomorrow afternoon."
I stood up and walked to my desk.
She looked at me and whispered, "You skinflint!"
After sitting down, I thought I should call my mother-in-law to ask about my husband's condition. The nanny,
Aunt Ma, answered the phone, eagerly saying, "Grandpa's health is much better than when he was discharged from the hospital; he can even sit up now."
My mother-in-law snatched the phone away halfway through her sentence. After confirming it was me, she said, "Oh dear, don't worry about your dad. He's much better now. You should focus on your work."
I knew they were both very good to me, and I knew the old man hadn't recovered quickly after being discharged, so I repeatedly urged her, "I'll definitely go see him when I have time."
My mother-in-law, Shi Youlan, said, "Hey, you go about your business. Come back when you have time; if you don't, that's fine. Little Ma is at home."
I said, "Mom, we're not home, and you're really working hard taking care of the patient. Why don't you come to my place when it's cooler? My place is big, and Dad can come here for some checkups too."
My mother-in-law said, "You... " "Now that you mention it, I remember. The Municipal Education Bureau organized some kind of training for teachers. Senior teachers participate first, and then they get rotational training after they return. I'm a first-year high school student this year, and my superiors insisted that I participate so they could organize the rotational training for younger teachers when I get back. I can't refuse, and I estimate I'll be gone for a few days. I won't stay in a hotel; I'll stay at your place. I can cook for you and do your laundry, etc."
I was really touched, but also a little nervous. My parents-in-law don't come often, and when they do, they only stay for a couple of days. This time, their daughter isn't here, so as their son-in-law, I can't be too "self-reliant." I always have to clean up before they come. But I still showed great enthusiasm.
"Okay, Mom, give me a call before you come, and I'll pick you up so you don't have to take a bus."
"No need to trouble you. I get carsick easily, but I'm better off on a bus."
"Just call me when you've decided on a time,"
she agreed.
After hanging up, I thought I should call my wife to tell her. I knew Wu Hanyue was still in bed when she answered the phone; her voice was lazy. She said she worked late last night, not going to bed until 3 AM.
I was actually quite suspicious, but I still told her what I knew about my father-in-law. She asked about everyone in the family, and finally asked me, "How are you?"
I said, "I'm fine, I just wish we could sleep in together on weekend mornings."
She chuckled and said, "I'll give you that chance."
And then, nothing more.
After hanging up, I was thinking a lot. I even wondered if her last chuckle was directed at me, or if there was someone else nearby, or if it was mockery. Working until 3 AM last night, at a nightclub, no less.
Forget it, thinking about it gives me a headache. I should think about something more important, but I can't even concentrate on the documents. Men, sometimes they're really strange. I smiled wryly. I shouldn't worry unnecessarily. I should think about the badminton match this afternoon! Who knows what will happen?

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