[No Love on the Other Shore] (66-70)

Chapter 66 Resurrected Memories
The blizzard seemed to have passed, and the black soil beneath their feet was finally exposed. The sky was as wet as pale ink, exuding endless desolation. Although the temperature had risen slightly, it still felt chilly.
Jiang Yunuo went to the local bus station, where a long queue had already formed in front of the ticket window. She inquired and learned that the road back had finally reopened this morning. Moving slowly forward with the queue, her mood was completely different from those of the people around her who were about to go home or were rushing out. It was a state of hesitation and stagnation, like the mud beneath her feet, pulling and sticking together, indistinct and indecisive, making her feel disgusted.
When she left, he was still asleep.
Passing by the bed, she looked at him carefully. His brows furrowed slightly; she wondered what he was dreaming about. Only at times like this would he show that childlike innocence he had long ago.
She wanted to hold him in her arms and comfort him like a child.
The woman at the ticket counter asked her, "What time is it?"
She thought for a moment, "Are there any trains an hour later?"
"No, but there are some for noon."
She stuffed the ticket into her coat pocket. It was still early, so she went to the market and bought a bunch of groceries. Then she went to the small pharmacy next door, picked out some common medicines, and slowly walked home.
On the way, it started to drizzle again.
The rain grew heavier. When she reached her building, she saw someone standing at the entrance through the rain. The person was staring blankly into the rain, lost in thought. Perhaps he had just gotten up; his hair was slightly disheveled, and he wore a thin coat he wore at home, clutching a bunch of keys.
She walked around the eaves next to him, and Xu Ke finally saw her.
"Where have you been?" he asked. Looking down, he saw the plastic bag she was carrying and immediately took it from her. "Don't we still have groceries at home?" Her phone and backpack were still at home; he knew she wouldn't have gone far. But he was worried she wouldn't be able to get home when she returned, so he could only wait foolishly downstairs.
“You don’t even want to buy groceries when you’re home alone,” she said. She reached up and touched her hair; strands hung loose, completely wet.
He was silent for a moment, then asked, “Did you buy your train ticket for today?”
“Yes.”
The two went inside. Jiang Yunnuo hung her coat to dry by the radiator, and Xu Ke came over with a dry towel.
She reached out to take it, but he said, “Let me dry it for you.”
She hesitated, but still went to him.
He gently dried her hair with the towel, the warmth of his hands seeping through the fabric.
She looked down, her eyes fixed on the buttons on his shirt—a white striped shirt with pale white buttons.
“It’s hard to dry completely; I’ll wash it later,” she said softly.
He stopped and handed her a towel. "Don't leave today. I'll take you back to the company tomorrow."
"I..." She stepped slightly to the side. "I have something to do tonight, I have an appointment."
He was silent for a moment, then said, "Chen Zichen called earlier and said he'll be coming today. Aren't you waiting for him?"
She thought for a moment. "No, I'm meeting Guan Ying tonight."
Suddenly, she heard him chuckle softly. He said, "Can't you even stay one more day? You really don't want to see me that much?"
She froze, and after a long time, she didn't know how long it was before she calmed down a little. "You haven't had breakfast yet. What would you like to eat? Can I have some noodles?" She said, heading towards the kitchen.
Her wrist was grabbed. He didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.
She didn't dare look him in the eye, only trying to pull her hand away. "You don't want noodles? How about we have porridge?"
After a moment of stalemate, he finally let her go, sighing softly, "I'm not eating, I'm going to the factory." He picked up the contract on the coffee table and flipped through it casually, then chuckled, "This kid, he's really going all out to negotiate a lower price for me."
He asked her meaningfully, "Should I give in to him for your sake?"
Jiang Yunnuo's heart was already in turmoil; she could only stand there silently .
He glanced at her, took his coat, and walked out.
The door closed.
A sudden sharp pain shot through her stomach; she bent over, slowly leaning against the table beside her. It took her a while to feel a little better. After sitting blankly for a while, she carefully sorted the groceries she had bought into the refrigerator and tidied up her things. Her hair was still damp and sticky, so she took her clothes to the bathroom.
She turned on the showerhead; the water temperature was comfortable. She stood there blankly, letting the water wash over her body.
She softly murmured, "Xu Ke..."
A dull ache rose in her heart, and she repeated, "Xu Ke..." Those two words were the source of her wound.
Tears welled in her eyes, gradually becoming uncontrollable, and she finally cried out.
In this world, she wondered if anyone had ever died from crying. If it were possible, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.
Standing under the showerhead, lost in thought, she didn't snap back to reality until the water washing over her body became icy cold. Perhaps the hot water in the tank had run out, so she tried to turn off the showerhead. But she couldn't turn it on; instead, an even stronger jet of water gushed down.
Staring at the inexplicably surging water, she grew increasingly frustrated, and tears poured out like the water, as if releasing all the emotions she had accumulated over the years. She cried, hastily wrapping herself in a towel, wondering if she could find tools to fix it, or smash it.
She opened the bathroom door, about to leave, but stopped abruptly.
The person she had silently recited countless times in her heart was now sitting on the living room sofa, watching her.
"You've been in there for a long time," he said.
In her panic, as she tried to close the door, he was already there.
He looked at her. "Why are you crying?"
She didn't dare meet his gaze, her head slightly lowered. "You...why did you come back?"
He didn't answer, but still asked, "Why are you crying?"
Tears silently slid down, landing on her bare feet. She didn't know what to say, only silence.
Behind her, only the sound of water, continuous and endless, as if the whole world had shrunk to that single sound.
Her hair was dripping wet, her eyes still glistening with tears, her skin damp with moisture, radiating a soft, faint glow, her body bound beneath a half-wet white towel, rising and falling slightly with her breath.
He had to shift his gaze to the gushing showerhead, his hand on the door shifting, then gripping the edge tightly.
After a long silence, she finally spoke, her expression much calmer. "The faucet won't turn off," she said.
He sighed inwardly, closed his eyes briefly, and replied, "It's probably just the rubber seal inside is worn out. Replacing it will fix it." He put his hands in his trouser pockets and stepped back. "Put your clothes on, don't catch a cold."
He stood outside, watching the door close gently.
Her hand rested on the cold doorknob, her heart still pounding, while she felt a wave of relief wash over her.
The door was pushed open again.
Caught off guard, she took several steps back.
The bathroom was dimly lit, while outside, the sky was bright and clear. He stood by the door, as if at the crossroads of two worlds. She couldn't see his eyes, couldn't see the expression on his face.
He walked straight towards her.
She stopped in front of the sink, forcing herself to calm down, and whispered, "Get out."
He looked down at her, gazing intently, saying nothing.
Beside her, cool, rain-like water splashed onto her, while her palms were damp with sweat.
She slightly raised her eyes, still staring at the buttons on his shirt, white, somewhat transparent, and above that, his collarbone…
She saw his Adam's apple move slightly, and then a gentle kiss landed on her forehead.
His lips seemed a little chapped, the slightly rough touch slowly spreading to her cheek. His warm breath brushed against her eyelids and the tip of her nose, so familiar, easily evoking all the deepest memories in her heart—a shy yet bright morning, or a desperate yet frantic night.
The sound of the water was like thunder, booming and relentless.
She placed her hands on his chest, hastily turning her face away. He was so close, it seemed to steal all the air from the surroundings; her mind was blank, as if she had fallen into a dizzying dream.
He straightened up slightly, not forcing her, but gently holding her slender waist. Only when her shallow breathing gradually calmed did he lower his head, slowly following her, and kissed her lips.
She reached out and hit him, her fist striking his shoulder; it hurt a little, but it wasn't too bad.
This kiss was just a light, gentle touch, a lingering caress, without any wild invasion, yet it left her at a loss.
His strength was great, but his movements were extremely patient and meticulous, as if quietly soothing the wound in her heart.
Her clenched fist unconsciously relaxed, slipped down, and softly pressed against his chest.
His heartbeat was strong and powerful, so different from his kisses. She gradually sank into this tenderness, almost losing her last bit of strength. Her body trembled with his heartbeat, and her lips followed his movements, instinctively beginning to press and suckle. He groaned softly
, unable to control his impulse, and pulled her into his arms. The bath towel was disheveled, half-concealing, and she was like a handful of warm, refreshing water, slowly flowing, seeping into his skin, soothing his restless emotions, fleeting, delicate and smooth, just like the sweetness he had once possessed.
For some reason, she began to struggle and resist slightly again, reaching out to tightly grasp the bath towel that was about to slip off, wanting only to escape his embrace.
His breathing was still rapid, but no longer as passionately entwined with her as before. He reached out and stroked her hair, his voice low and husky, "Don't do this. Nuonuo, don't do this."
"Let me go," she pleaded.
He couldn't bear to part with her, he couldn't let go, and could only watch her helplessly.
Her cheeks were still flushed with a beautiful blush, but she deliberately stiffened her body, trying her best to regain her previous awkwardness.
He sighed, picked her up, and placed her on the washbasin.
With his hands on either side of her body, he rested his forehead on her shoulder, breathing deeply.
"Forget me," she said softly, "I and..."
"Don't say it." He interrupted her softly, slowly raising his head, his gaze falling on the thin silver necklace hanging on her chest, the pendant still hidden under the bath towel.
He reached out and picked up the necklace, wanting to pull it out, but she stopped him very firmly.
"He gave it to me?" The question lingered between his teeth several times, but he still asked it.
“Yes,” she said calmly, “a token of our love. This was a token of our love he gave me. I’ve worn it all the time, every single day, even when I’m eating, sleeping, or showering…”
He stared at her, then suddenly his wrist trembled, snapping the chain in two and throwing it, pendant and all, out the door without a second glance.
Jiang Yunnuo stared at him, stunned. In her daze, she vaguely heard a very faint sound, as if it were leaping and gliding across the floor of the outer room, a crisp clatter, a rolling sound, finally drowned out by the muffled sound of water.
Chapter 67 This Man Is Not a Gentleman
Jiang Yunnuo thought that this man would let her go.
But she forgot that within his character lay a wicked element that she had once hated and found difficult to guard against; only, with the passage of time, it had evolved from its initial manifestations into an imperceptible inner danger.
He threw away her things, then smiled at her, showing not a shred of remorse.
“I take back what I said before,” he said casually. “You’re not stupid at all. You have a knack for dealing with men. I’m fucking doomed for you.”
Hearing that last sentence, she stared at him blankly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
The guilt she had long tried to bury was suddenly and mercilessly dredged from the depths of her heart. Looking at him, she felt utterly wicked, having committed an irreparable mistake, to the point that she longed to hear a curse uttered through gritted teeth.
Torn between conflict and self-reproach, she said in a trembling voice, “It…it was my fault.”
He still smiled, leaning closer to her. “Tell me, where did you go wrong?”
His smile was so relaxed, as if it were just a playful banter between them. She wanted to be as carefree as him, but she couldn’t. What had she done wrong? First, she shouldn’t have let her feelings run wild. Then, she shouldn’t have left him during his darkest days, leaving him to bear everything alone. Her mistake was… If she hadn't been with Chen Zichen, she would never have seen him again.
So many words choked in her throat; she couldn't utter a single one. Life was too strange, relentlessly throwing her into one vicious cycle after another, leaving her reason to struggle within them.
He softly uttered four words: "Discarded like worn-out shoes."
She looked at him with teary eyes.
He gently asked, "Is that so?"
She was extremely sad, covering her face with her hands, tears silently soaking between her fingers. Suddenly, she hated him intensely, resenting his cruelty at this moment.
But then, he pulled her into his arms again, gently biting her earlobe, his warm breath on her neck. She couldn't avoid it, and could only lean on his shoulder and sob softly.
He lightly tapped her chest with his finger, "I want to know, what are you really thinking here?"
She bit her lower lip, afraid to say anything more, glancing at him with worry and helplessness, then lowering her head slightly.
Just that one fleeting glance stirred something within him.
Her cherry-red lips, the corners of her eyes and brows glistening with a moist pink, the slender, white hand resting on his shoulder, and further down… her soft, firm breasts undulated, almost touching his chest. Desire rekindled in an instant; he only wanted to rip off that cumbersome towel.
He couldn't resist leaning in and kissing her fiercely, prying open her lips and forcing his way in, chasing and entwining them relentlessly, listening to her breath quicken in his arms. His body grew increasingly hot and unbearable, and unconsciously, his palms replaced his fingertips, gently cupping her soft breasts and kneading them heavily.
She let out a soft moan, grabbing his wrist in a panic, but she couldn't break free from his strength, and could only look at him pitifully with tears streaming down her face.
"Nono, be good, be good..." he whispered, suppressing his breath to soothe her, supporting her bare back while avoiding her hands, finally pulling off the towel covering her chest, revealing her beautiful curves, her skin like jade, smooth and round...
He tightly grasped her disobedient hands, gazing at her with fascination, even bringing his lips close to hers, his burning gaze making her blush with shame, yet she struggled again, unwilling to give up.
He was so cunning, seizing the opportunity to squeeze between her legs, holding her waist tightly, and kissing her passionately just as she was about to speak. His hands caressed and kneaded her, gently yet forcefully brushing against the sensitive spots of her body that he knew so well. The
moment he touched her, she forgot to breathe, letting out soft gasps. Her body wanted to tense up, but instinct made her unfold like ripples in water, utterly helpless, like a small fish leaping and struggling in his hands, her strength slowly fading, waiting helplessly for darkness to fall.
In that darkness, she felt an overwhelming, captivating desire.
Wet kisses slid down to her breasts, their dazzling fullness and softness eagerly enticing her. He took turns sucking on them, indulging in passionate kisses, gently rubbing them with his teeth. His breath was so rapid and fervent, almost devouring her.
She trembled, melting in this passion, unconsciously arching her body forward, her fingers running through his hair.
Soft and fragrant, she suddenly felt a destructive urge surge within him. The touch between his teeth intensified, a sharp, tingling pain shooting through his brain. She let out a weak moan, her body involuntarily stiffening backward.
Like a child inventing a new game, he deliberately mischievously nibbled at her, making her moan softly each time. He even lifted his head, staring at her face, observing her expression, testing the limits of her tolerance for his mischievous nature, repeating this over and over, finding pleasure in it.
She was on the verge of tears from the swelling in her breasts, desperately trying to push him away. Only then did he reluctantly straighten up, pulling her tightly into his arms, breathing deeply and urgently.
Her breasts were wet and painful, pressing against his shirt, sometimes cool, sometimes hot, gently touching him, eliciting an even more irresistible tingling pleasure. She lay weakly in his arms, their heartbeats clearly merging together, so strong they almost vibrated her eardrums, seemingly drowning out the sound of the flowing water beside them.
He supported her body, reaching out to lift her legs, gently coaxing, "Sit forward a little, a little more..."
Dizzy and disoriented, she leaned against him, adjusting her position, until his hard, thick erection pressed between her legs. Even through his trousers, it was still hot, the rough friction causing a slight, strange pain in her delicate area. She couldn't help but moan softly, writhing uncomfortably. This stimulation blurred her already fading sense of shame. In her dizziness, she looked at him in confusion, unable to think about why they had come to this point.
He forcefully restrained her, releasing the last restraint, and pressed himself against her, giving her no chance to hesitate. The intimate contact between them became even more wet and hot. His heavy breathing filled her ears, making her uncontrollably nervous. She trembled, gripping his arm, her nails digging into his flesh.
In her dazed state, she heard a melodious cell phone ringing outside the bathroom. The music grew clearer, seeping into their ears, inescapable; someone was dialing her number.
Her heart pounded frantically, and she involuntarily looked towards the door. He tried, slowly entering her body, but was hindered by an overwhelming tightness. She felt so helpless, lost, and restless.
The ringing repeated itself again and again. He waited patiently, lowering his head to kiss her until the music abruptly stopped. He whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, relax, I'm coming in, let me in."
"No..." Her eyes panicked, and she suddenly reached out and pressed her hand against his chest.
He kissed her passionately, "Nono, give it to me, I want you, give it to me." His
warm breath on her lips sent shivers down her spine, and her body softened, losing all resistance. She softly wrapped her arms around his neck, and they became entangled in a wet kiss, feeling his firm, slow entry.
The shrill ringing started again, startling her. The ringing was close by, this time coming from his trouser pocket.
She shrank back, her eyes darting around.
He frowned, a cruel expression flashing across his face. He gripped her waist tightly and thrust into her, penetrating her deeply.
The sudden impact sent her sprawling backward, but he caught her just in time. He kissed her forehead, letting out a deep, pleasurable moan.
Tears blurred her vision from the pain, and she gasped for breath, staring at him in disbelief. The intense, throbbing pain was almost beyond her limits; the domineering intrusion made her unable to move an inch. She almost cried out, "Get out, get out..."
"Shh..." he coaxed her gently, pressing her head down softly, his voice hoarse, "It's okay, it always was. Look at it, it's okay, it'll be over soon." He looked down at their joined bodies, the plant slowly thrusting, glistening with moisture, the tight friction accompanied by soft, low sounds.
The pain gradually turned into pleasure, and she couldn't help but moan softly, almost losing her senses in the midst of their caresses.
The rising sweat and splashes of water around them soaked his clothes; she could even see the defined, taut lines of his body, no longer the immature figure of her youth. He held her firmly, moving rhythmically, freeing one hand to pull the still-ringing phone from his purse and press the power button. He took off his half-wet shirt and said to her, "Hold me tight."
She didn't understand, but instinctively obeyed, her hands climbing onto his broad shoulders, pressing herself even closer to him. He picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom. The sudden burst of bright sunlight stung her eyes, filling her with even greater shame. He was still wearing trousers, while she was completely naked, her legs wrapped around his waist. She dared not look, dared not think, burying her face in the crook of his neck in resistance. However, the guilt and self-reproach in her heart could not mask the pleasure in her body; even the slightest touch made her moan and gasp uncontrollably.
He chuckled, kissing her repeatedly, tenderly and affectionately, like a mother caring for an infant.
She was placed on the bed, her eyes slightly open, meeting his gaze, which shimmered with a storm of passionate fervor.
The thrusting suddenly became intense and brutal; her moans seemed to be shattered into fragments, helplessly rising and falling. She yielded to his demands, so intense, almost a desperate, near-death pleasure. She bit his collarbone hard, kissing his neck, responding to his increasingly cruel invasion with her teeth. Her soul trembled, uncontrollable waves of shivers washing over her, nearly causing her to faint.
"Do you like it?" he asked her, panting heavily.
"Mmm...I like it..."
He leaned down again, thrusting into her heavily again and again, staring intently into her eyes: "Nono, do you like me doing this to you?"
She was so tormented by him that she couldn't speak, and could only tilt her head back and lick his lips.
He responded passionately, with his mouth and his body. Feeling it grow even harder and thicker, she could barely bear it, trembling beneath him, almost screaming. Until he let out a deep, rapid groan, then quickly withdrew…
He held her, his forehead pressed against hers, breathing heavily, mumbling indistinctly, “Full breasts, plump hips, slender waist.”
She buried herself in his arms, fragile as water, her breath faint, letting him clean up the messy battlefield.
Exhausted, she curled up there, gradually falling asleep.
Chapter 68: Food, Sex, and Nature Again
She slept, her brow relaxed, a few strands of sweat-dampened hair draped over her face, her head buried in her chest, her hands clasped to her mouth, curled up in the corner of the bed like a shrimp.
For so many years, it had been the same habit, her sleeping posture like a baby in the womb. He remembered reading in the newspaper that people who liked this sleeping posture usually lacked a sense of security and always had a strong dependence on familiar people or environments. But she was nothing like him. She was doing just fine after leaving him, dating other men, even getting engaged, unlike him, so lost and confused, the more he struggled, the less he could change things.
Thinking back, he realized he'd never seen her truly invested in anything, not even during that passionate entanglement just now; he could still sense her restraint, her suppression, even a hint of unease.
He sighed, got up, and went to the bathroom to turn off the water. He grabbed his coat, took out cigarettes and a lighter, lit one, and stood by the window, quietly smoking. Outside, a misty winter rain was falling, but inside, it was damp and stuffy, filled with the lingering scent of pleasure.
Suddenly, he heard her cough intermittently twice. He quickly opened the window a crack, letting in a rush of cool air that dispersed the pale blue smoke. He glanced back; she was still lying on her side with her eyes closed, her thin lips slightly parted, breathing softly. The blankets had slipped off, revealing her delicate shoulders and half of her breast, the full, rounded curves pressed against her fair arms, trembling slightly with her breath.
He stood there for a moment, then put a cigarette between his teeth and went over. He
gently knelt beside the bed, using his hands to slowly lift the thin blanket, pulling it down to her feet.
Her ivory-white skin was especially alluring against the slightly masculine dark bedspread, and her slender, long legs were obediently pressed together. He held the cigarette in his hand, leaned down, and first gently touched her round, adorable calves with his lips, then kissed his way up her smooth side, reaching her pelvis, where it gradually swelled, becoming slightly fuller than before, while her lower abdomen remained smooth and firm. Further up, the curves descended sharply, her waist incredibly slender. He unconsciously rubbed his short, dark stubble against her side, causing a shy blush to rise on her delicate skin.
She seemed to stir, humming softly a few times, and rubbed herself slightly against the sheets. He stopped touching her, smoking beside her, quietly watching.
Soon, she fell asleep again, lying languidly and softly before him, completely unguarded.
He simply tossed aside his cigarette, not bothering to extinguish it; the butt fell to the floor, the tiny embers flickering and gradually darkening a small patch of the wooden floor.
Long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and back. He carefully gathered strands, placing them in his hands, and kissed them with his eyes closed, then slowly kissed her bare skin, gently nibbling and savoring it. His lips brushed against her soft arm, and he couldn't resist giving it a light bite. Then he gently lifted her arm, removing the pressure from her chest. There, white flesh throbbed, the pale blue veins clearly visible, the dark red hickeys and blue teeth marks a shocking sight. He couldn't bear to torment her any longer, only extending his tongue to lick it, watching the tip quietly stand erect at his lips, tender and dewy.
The fire in his heart was already raging, he lay behind her, pressing her tightly against his chest, supporting her lower abdomen as he moved back, gently parting her legs, and trying to squeeze in with the previous wetness.
This, of course, woke her up. She murmured softly, turning her head to look at him, her eyes full of confusion and shyness, a mixture of reproach and anger, her face as red as an apple, making one want to bite it hard.
"Did I hurt you..." he asked, gently nibbling her earlobe, his movements below restrained and slow.
Her body swelled uncomfortably, and regret rose in her heart again, she desperately tried to push him away, but couldn't budge him no matter what, she could only try to pry his hands off her buttocks, still to no avail.
She straightened up, trying to move away, but his breathing became more rapid. He pressed against her relentlessly, forcing her against the headboard. With nowhere else to go, tears welled in her eyes, and she twisted her body, hitting him hard. In desperation, he grabbed her hands and yanked his belt from his waist, accidentally striking her waist with the end. She winced in pain, but her buttocks arched even higher as he pushed her down, deepening their penetration.
His strength nearly choked her; she was filled with resentment and mumbled a string of French curses. He kissed her repeatedly, his words laced with suppressed, helpless gasps: "I'm sorry, Nuonuo, I'm sorry… I couldn't control myself."
She almost sobbed, "No… it's too deep."
He tenderly kissed away her tears, then mischievously asked, "What's too deep?"
She bit her lip and glared at him fiercely. He bound her wrists together with a leather belt, seemingly determined to leave her alone. She was incredibly annoyed: "We can't do this…you always do this…"
"Hold on tight." He placed her hands on the railing in front of him, saying, "I do stupid things in front of you…but you said you liked it…"
She wanted to bite him: "I don't like it at all. You might as well kill me, that would be the end of it all."
"No." He hugged her tightly from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said earnestly, "We have to live together, live well."
"Live well?" she scoffed. "How so? What if I get pregnant?" She had worried about this before, and was grateful to have left in time. Now, after so many days, she was back to square one, her heart filled with even greater gloom.
He held her even tighter and said, "Give birth to it."
She was taken aback, then coldly replied, "You're twenty-seven, not seven. Some things even a child knows. Are you kidding me?"
He was silent for a moment before saying, "That's our child."
She didn't speak again, an indescribable emotion welling up inside her, and suddenly she wanted to burst into tears. He always had a way of making her cry.
He kissed her and whispered, "I'll be careful. We don't have any condoms at home. I'll use them from now on..."
She responded faintly, "There will be no next time, no next time."
He paused, tightened his grip on her arm, then released it, his hands sliding to her waist and gripping her tightly, thrusting his body forward violently.
She trembled and knelt there, helplessly gripping the railing in front of her, her body softening with each thrust, finally melting against the railing as if she were about to die.
He suddenly stopped and pinched her chin: "Look at the sheets yourself."
She lowered her head, feeling dizzy. The sheets between her legs were wet, and it seemed that liquid was still flowing down her inner thighs. Her face, which was already flushed, turned even redder. At this moment, she was frustrated and vulnerable. Desire gradually drove away everything else in her mind, and a soft, restrained moan escaped from her lips.
He wouldn't let her go, his voice hoarse as he whispered in her ear, "Nono, baby, scream louder, I want to hear it." He then dragged her from the railing to beneath him, pressing her waist down and lifting her hips, making her position even more seductive and wanton. He reached his arm across her chest, kneading it with uncontrollable force, causing her to grit her teeth in pain. She clung desperately to his wrist, as if grasping at a last straw.
Unable to resist, she was left only with unrestrained indulgence, unconsciously responding to everything he did, whether gentle or rough.
In an instant, a rapid climax erupted.
He breathed heavily behind her, his fluids spurting out, splashing onto her back, hot and overflowing.
A long time passed…
until the throbbing in her heart gradually subsided.
A sudden wave of guilt washed over her, filling the emptiness. With her last strength, she turned and broke free from his embrace, burying herself under the covers.
He no longer forced her, simply holding her through the blanket.
She held out her hands to him: "Untie me."
He shook his head, closing his eyes to rest.
She said, "It's time, I need to catch the train."
He chuckled, "Catch the train? Or are you rushing to see Chen Zichen?" He suddenly stared at her for a moment, then said, "Your voice makes my bones melt. Are you like this in bed with him too?"
She blushed instantly, too angry to retort. She was wrong after all, whether she was with Chen Zichen or with him. So she turned away, shrinking into a tiny ball, and stopped talking.
But then she heard him sigh deeply, saying, "Forcing you like this, even I find it ridiculous."
"Then let me go, forget about today." She gently picked at the sheets with her fingers, her eyes unconsciously welling up with tears again. She secretly wiped them away, not daring to let him know.
He whispered behind her, "If I were to make you forget today, I wonder how long it would take, days? Weeks? Months?"
If it were a lifetime, how many days? How many weeks? And how many years?
She changed the subject, saying, "Actually, Chen Zichen and I are the same kind of people. When we're together, it's not about who's scheming against whom... We're really alike, so we can get along. He's good to me, but he's just doing it in his own way." Because we both want to conform to the rules of this world, to find a balance between ourselves and reality. But you're different. You play the game in reality, yet you maintain your purest self. "Xu Ke, don't waste your time with me anymore, it's not worth it."
He seemed to be thinking about something, not responding for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
Glancing at her, he had no choice but to put on his trousers, tidy himself up a bit, and go to open the door.
Liu Xin breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she saw him: "President Xu, we finally found you. A group of people are waiting for you at the factory." Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help but steal a glance at him. Xu Ke was shirtless, his hair slightly disheveled, and most noticeably, a row of clear, small teeth marks were imprinted on his collarbone, a large bruise with traces of blood, hard to miss.
Xu Ke gave a dismissive "hmm" and asked, "The one surnamed Chen?"
Liu Xin hesitated for a moment before replying, "More than that. A few people came from Beijing, and Director Shen is with them. In this heavy snow, I don't know how they got here. They're leaving tonight; they need to go back home for the New Year..."
"Alright," Xu Ke interrupted him, "You go and handle things first, I'll be right back." He turned to go inside.
Liu Xin thought to himself, the phone wasn't being answered and was switched off—that wasn't like his boss's usual style. Could he be hiding a mistress? But that didn't make sense; his sister lived here, what could she be doing? Thinking this, he quickly said, "Boss, General Manager Chen is also looking for your sister, but hasn't been able to find her..."
Xu Ke didn't comment, and closed the door without saying anything.
Just as Liu Xin turned around, he suddenly heard a woman's soft gasp from inside the room, followed by the woman saying, "What are you doing?" At first, he didn't think much of it, assuming Chen Haigui's wife really was in the room. But something felt off, though he couldn't pinpoint what it was; his heart just skipped a beat.
Inside, Xu Ke said, "Wait for me to come back."
Jiang Yunnuo didn't reply, staring at her hands. He unbuckled the belt from her hands, then used a scarf to bind her hands to the bed frame.
He kissed her, "Be good, wait for me, I'll be back soon."
"Xu Ke," she finally spoke, "Do you remember what you told me the night before last?"
He was getting dressed, raising an eyebrow at her, waiting for her next words.
Jiang Yunuo smiled coldly, "Why should I? What right do you have to talk to me about humanity and conscience?"
He remained silent, opened the door, "No," he said, "so I won't say such things to you again." After thinking for a while, he added, "I've said it before, I hate being controlled by others the most, but unfortunately, I've known you since birth."
"You're already lawless." She said, slowly moving to the bed frame and biting the knot of her scarf with her teeth.
He didn't stop her, and had already left the room, but his tall figure returned to the door. He said, "If you leave this time, don't let me see you again."
Chapter 69 Love is the Most Useless
Jiang Yunuo thought Xu Ke would lock the door, but he didn't.
She tried several times and actually managed to untie the knot of her scarf. Perhaps, he never intended to bind her; he merely expressed his hope, but also left her with a choice.
With her hands and feet freed, she got out of bed, her bones feeling like they were broken, unable to lift her strength. After a hasty wash and dressing, the woman in the mirror had flushed cheeks and bright eyes, radiant with an indescribable allure. She couldn't help but give a soft, bitter smile.
The water stains on the bed had dried, leaving embarrassing marks. She ripped the sheets and shoved them into the washing machine. Picking up her purse, she was about to leave when she turned back, finding a clean sheets in the closet and putting them on. She
paced around the room again, finally realizing there was nothing left to do. As her hand touched the doorknob, she sighed softly, pressed her forehead against the door, and stood there for a long time.
Some deep-seated emotions seemed like indelible marks from her life's journey, perhaps only erased by sharp weapons and death.
She slowly sat down on the floor, leaning against the door, and took a cigar from her purse, tearing open the sealed end. "Give me a cigar, and I ask for nothing more," a cigar hymn by Byron, simple words conveying an intense longing. She lit a cigar and slowly took a small puff…
Before Xu Ke went to the factory, Shen Qinghe had already arranged lunch for the group from Beijing. Xu Ke arrived late and was inevitably persuaded to drink a few glasses of alcohol, a situation he usually readily accepted. However, he had something on his mind and it took him
a while to get rid of the Beijing group before going to his office. Meanwhile, Liu Xin showed Chen Zichen around the factory. Seeing the newly installed production line, Chen Zichen felt confident and focused on closing the deal quickly.
When Chen Zichen was led into Xu Ke's office, he saw him casually dressed in a shirt and trousers, standing between the huge desk and the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a cell phone and answering a call. He wore a barely noticeable men's ring on his right ring finger. Chen Zichen thought for a long time but couldn't recall anyone mentioning whether Xu Ke was married.
Xu Ke turned around, saw Chen Zichen, nodded, and gestured for him to sit down. He continued, "...Listen, this batch of goods must be delivered before the New Year. They're urging us urgently. For transportation issues, you can go to the railway bureau and find Director Zhang...an old acquaintance. He can help you on the way. I'll give him a call in a bit...Yes, get two more train cars, and then treat them to a meal...Alright, you'll have to work hard. This matter can't be delayed. We need to get it done quickly while the weather is still good these next few days...Hmm, okay, that's it. You can handle the rest yourself..."
Chen Zichen secretly pondered, feeling that this person's demeanor was somewhat incongruous with his age, showing a maturity beyond his years.
Xu Ke put down her phone and shook hands with Chen Zichen: "Was the journey smooth? Did Lao Liu take you to see the factory?"
Chen Zichen replied politely: "Everything went smoothly. Just now, President Liu insisted on taking me to see it, but I said it wasn't necessary. I have complete confidence in your President Xu..."
Xu Ke smiled and said: "Of course, in business, seeing is believing."
Chen Zichen smiled and said: "I wonder where Nuonuo... your sister went. I called her but no one answered. Did she go back alone?"
The secretary brought in two cups of tea.
Xu Ke took a small sip of tea and said, "She's at home."
Chen Zichen was taken aback, then laughed, "Then I'll go find her after we finish negotiating the contract. It's so cold; it's not good to have her running around with me."
Xu Ke sipped his tea without replying, then after a while said, "The price you offered is a full ten percent lower than the lowest market price."
This single sentence, spoken so directly, left Chen Zichen both puzzled and a little embarrassed. He could only smile and lower his head to drink his tea, not in a hurry to respond, trying to guess what Xu Ke would say next.
Xu Ke sat in his high-backed leather swivel chair, looking at Chen Zichen, and suddenly casually tossed out, "I can lower it by another ten percent."
Chen Zichen, with a mouthful of water, almost choked, looked up at Xu Ke, but saw no hint of mischief in his eyes. Chen Zichen was filled with surprise, but he didn't show it on his face. He chuckled and said, "How could I accept this, Mr. Xu? You're not joking, are you? Your sister has told me many times that you're a generous and righteous person who takes great care of your own people..."
Xu Ke interrupted him, saying casually, "If you don't want to agree, you can take it as a joke."
Chen Zichen was still incredulous, only saying, "How could that be? Anyway, thank you in advance."
Xu Ke didn't answer, and continued, "Of course, this way, the company contract doesn't need to be too detailed, and we can leave some room for error."
Chen Zichen thought to himself, could this brother-in-law really be throwing a big pie at me? There's no such thing as a free lunch. So he asked, "Are there any other conditions?"
Xu Ke didn't beat around the bush and said bluntly, "There's one condition: break up with Jiang Yunnuo."
Chen Zichen chuckled, "You really are joking. Your sister and I are getting married. I'm sure President Xu knows that." He thought it was absurd and childish, but he couldn't quite figure out the truth behind Xu Ke's words.
Xu Ke smiled faintly, took a folder from the drawer, and gently tossed it on the table: "The contract has been drafted, and I've signed it."
Chen Zichen picked up the folder with some suspicion and opened it to examine it carefully. The clauses were clear and detailed, with the extremely strange agreement prominently displayed. At the end of the contract, the signature and date were neatly arranged. He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't find any flaws. He couldn't help but ask, "Why? Does Jiang Yunnuo know about this?"
Xu Ke replied, "Asking about other things is pointless. For you, is the reason more important, or is the result more attractive?"
Chen Zichen asked, "What if I don't agree?"
Xu Ke smiled, "This product is already sold out in the market. I have a batch stuck with it. If you want to declare it through customs, that's fine too. I have a few friends who can talk to you at shipping companies and customs. Aren't you in a hurry to get it? Time won't be a problem. If you're not interested, you can ask around elsewhere. If you can find a source, congratulations. But there are quite a few people waiting in line. You want such a large quantity. If you start waiting now, it will be at least until the second half of this year. People prefer to do business with familiar customers. You might want to consider this. This is a long-term contract."
Chen Zichen looked at Xu Ke, then looked down at the contract beside him, and finally looked out the window, lost in thought.
Xu Ke let him be, standing alone by the French windows smoking, and the two remained silent for a long time.
“Seventy percent of the market price,” Chen Zichen suddenly said.
Xu Ke turned to look at him, seemingly weighing the options, and hesitated slightly before asking, “Are you sure?”
Chen Zichen nodded.
Xu Ke called Liu Xin in and handed him the contract: “Change the price on it to what Mr. Chen said, and print two more copies.”
Liu Xin looked at Chen Zichen, waiting for him to give the figures.
Chen Zichen seemed hesitant, and after a moment said, “Reduce it by another ten percent, sixty percent.”
Liu Xin was still startled, thinking, “Does this guy think bargaining is as easy as eating cabbage?” He turned to look at Xu Ke, who nodded slightly. He then went out and returned shortly with two new copies printed, replacing the old ones, and handed them over.
Chen Zichen took the contract and carefully read it several times before signing it.
Before Chen Zichen could finish writing the character "Chen," Xu Ke said, "Last week, I think it was Friday night, I went to a restaurant downstairs at the Shangri-La to meet a friend, and coincidentally, I saw you."
Chen Zichen paused involuntarily upon hearing this, then heard him continue, "I was thinking, what choice would a shrewd businessman make in that situation? Or would he make no choice at all? So…" Xu Ke gently took the contract from his hand and put it in the shredder beside the table. "You're right, it was a joke. I just wanted to help you make a choice."
Chen Zichen was stunned for a moment, his expression turning unpleasant: "What exactly do you mean?"
Xu Ke said, "You should understand, I'm not a philanthropist, and I have no interest in charity. Who would actually draft such a pointless contract? Besides, with your network, you could easily get a license at a discounted price and resell it; the profit would be heaven-sent. Instead, you went through all that trouble to come to me…" "Here, could it be..." He paused slightly, "you still haven't succeeded?"
Chen Zichen was almost furious: "It's a matter of mutual consent. If you don't want to do this business with me, you can simply refuse. Why play games like this?"
Xu Ke glanced at his watch and said calmly, "Likewise. I wonder how it feels to be played?"
Chen Zichen suddenly laughed: "So you're here to stand up for her. There's absolutely no legal commitment between us. We both have the freedom to choose. Is it necessary to go to such lengths and make such a fuss? Besides, even if she knew about that, she wouldn't be as resentful as you are. She's not as fragile as you think."
Hearing this, Xu Ke said coldly: "Her character is not an excuse for your actions. She doesn't know about this yet. You'd better make things clear to her as soon as possible. You don't want anyone else to know that you have a fiancée, right?" After saying that, he called Liu Xin in and instructed, "Send President Chen out."
Chen Zichen calmly stood up: "Xu Ke, you've got guts, threatening me over this trivial matter." He then chuckled, "This is partly my fault. Before deciding on a price, I understood that I only had a fifty percent chance—either I'd be ripped off, or I'd get a huge bargain. I'm willing to accept the consequences."
Xu Ke took a drag of his cigarette and nodded, "You're quite frank."
Chen Zichen said, "I did it, no need to hide anything. I was just looking at things from a businessman's perspective, choosing the more profitable market. If it were you, you might have been more pragmatic. You're just lucky, you have a father who can make money and build an empire for you… Everyone's choices depend on the path they've taken. How could you possibly understand some things?" With that, he turned and left.
Xu Ke stubbed out his cigarette and said, "There are some things I really don't understand. What's wrong with Jiang Yunnuo that you gave up so cheaply?" What's wrong with her? Aside from being a bit temperamental, stubborn, and a little affected with her speech, and occasionally a bit heartless, trusting others but cold towards him… what is so good about her?
Chen Zichen hadn't expected to hear such a question. He stopped and looked at Xu Ke, slowly saying, "Nuonuo… she's very good, easy-going, kind, beautiful, and a bit naive. But…" After a moment's thought, he continued, "Most of the time… let's put it this way, one person's love can't be called love; it might just be infatuation or resentment." He seemed to sigh, "For feelings that may never be reciprocated, I don't have the extra energy to cultivate or demand them. Love is a luxury for some people, and also the most useless thing."
After Chen Zichen left, Xu Ke sat alone in the office for a while. He picked up the phone and dialed home, but no one answered.
When he returned, a faint smoke still lingered in the room, and there was a rich aroma of tobacco in the air.
A half-smoked cigar was stubbed out on the floor, still warm.
The house was empty; she was truly gone.
Chapter 70 A Tribute to Youth
Jiang Yunuo returned to the city, and Xu Ke never contacted her again. It was a fulfillment of his last words before leaving that day: "If you leave this time, don't let me see you again."
Standing in her hotel room, she looked around, seeing her belongings haphazardly mixed with Chen Zichen's, and suddenly felt utterly unfamiliar. Her fiancé, whom she hadn't seen for only a few days, seemed like a complete stranger.
She sighed, went out, and closed the door.
That evening, Jiang Yunuo went to Guan Ying's house for dinner. Since Lei Yuan was away on a business trip collecting evidence, Guan Ying put her occasional fresh ideas into practice, making several strange dishes and piling them in front of Jiang Yunuo, her guinea pig. Fortunately, Jiang Yunuo wasn't picky about food and ate with relish. After
the two women feasted, Guan Ying complained about needing to lose weight, so she brewed black coffee, saying it would help cut through the grease and fat. Jiang Yunuo didn't like the bitter taste. She added two spoonfuls of condensed milk and two sugar cubes to her cup. She remembered that Xu Ke didn't like to add anything to his coffee; he said it quenched his thirst. Would anyone quench their thirst with coffee? She thought for a moment, then picked up three more sugar cubes and threw them in.
Guan Ying said, "It's so sweet."
Jiang Yunuo was quite smug: "I won't gain weight no matter how much sugar I eat, aren't you envious?"
"You little rascal." Guan Ying rolled her eyes at her, then seemed to remember something, and chuckled as she asked in a low voice, "Does Chen Zichen want you to be thinner? Don't men all like plump women, the kind that feel fleshy and nice to touch?"
Jiang Yunuo rolled her eyes again, speaking vaguely, "He doesn't care about that." She vaguely remembered asking him a similar question a long time ago. He said, as long as she's healthy, that's all that matters, and then added, as long as she's Nuonuo, that's all that matters.
Jiang Yunuo was staring blankly at the white foam in her cup when Guan Ying asked, "Why are you so absent-minded today?"
Jiang Yunuo awkwardly avoided her probing gaze. "Alright, I'm always like this."
Guan Ying shook her head, then smiled slyly, "Did you meet with that person? You mean, a secret rendezvous?"
Jiang Yunuo blushed slightly, lowered her head to drink her coffee, and remained noncommittal. Guan Ying
persisted, "A rekindled romance? Isn't that exciting?"
"Very exciting," Jiang Yunuo glanced at her, "It feels like being dead."
"Really?" Guan Ying sighed, "I was right. What about Chen Zichen? You two are getting married soon."
Jiang Yunuo said listlessly, "Um, I don't know."
Guan Ying asked again, "What do you mean you don't know? You're getting married and you still don't know? How long have you been with Chen Zichen?"
Jiang Yunuo held up three fingers and shook them.
“Three years?”
She shook her head. “Three months.”
Guan Ying’s eyes widened. “A whirlwind marriage?”
She nodded, put down her spoon, and took a sip of coffee; it was indeed a bit sweet.
Guan Ying asked, “Do you love him? Do you like him?”
She thought for a moment. “I don’t know, I just think it’s alright.”
Guan Ying was puzzled. “What are you thinking? Why marry him if you don’t like him?”
“What I was thinking,” Jiang Yunuo smiled bitterly, “I just wanted to find someone I could live with and slowly forget the past. Neither of us likes to be clingy, which saved us a lot of trouble. Simple and peaceful, isn’t that great?”
“Just making do, what’s the point…”
“It doesn’t matter, he’s just so-so to me.” Jiang Yunuo said bluntly. Guan Ying
looked at her strangely, "Then why are you still with him? He doesn't treat you well, yet he's still with you? I really don't understand what you two are thinking. You're together without any emotional foundation, isn't it painful?"
Jiang Yunuo smiled, "It's painful, but it's also reasonable. We're both the same kind of people, both realistic and selfish. He's after my nationality on my passport, and what I want is a normal family, a man I can live with, each getting what we need, no debts owed to each other. At the time, I thought that if we were together, we could both get what we wanted, which was pretty good, so I agreed to be with him."
Guan Ying strongly disagreed with this explanation, "What do you mean by a normal family? How can you build a family if you don't love him? What you're doing is irresponsible, reckless towards yourself and others. Since..." "If you want to get married, you should at least find someone who loves you. Marriage isn't a game, even though divorce is easy these days."
Jiang Yunuo shook her head. "Marriage isn't a game, and you're not the first person to advise me like this. I also want to find someone I like, like you and Lei Yuan, where things fall into place naturally, without any obstacles. But I can't find one. For so many years, seeing other men just makes me feel bored. I always...think about him, and I always unconsciously compare them to him, only to find that there's absolutely no comparison. What am I supposed to do? Grow old alone? Later, I thought, why not try dating someone first? There were a few who were quite good, and they were genuinely kind to me, but I couldn't reciprocate with equal feelings. I always felt indebted to them; a debt of gratitude is a huge burden. So, it just fizzled out."
"Then I met Chen Zichen. He's a very realistic man, so realistic that I felt like our relationship was just a transaction. It's not a flaw, at least not for him. A man in his thirties, it would be unreasonable if he weren't realistic. Being with him didn't carry any emotional burden, nor did I feel guilty. It was very stable and easy. I was tired then, and I felt that life was just like that, men were just like that, this life was just like that. Don't talk to me about love, it's meaningless. So we hit it off immediately." For so long, so many words had been bottled up inside, with nowhere to be confided. Now, speaking them out without reservation, she suddenly felt incredibly refreshed.
Guan Ying was silent for a moment, then sighed, "I never thought that after so many years of entanglement, we'd still be torturing each other. It's not just you who's suffering. Xu Ke hasn't had a woman by his side all these years. The last time he took our family to Zhou Xiaoquan, Lei Yuan had never met him before. Later, when he asked Xu Ke, he said he was just a friend..."
Jiang Yunnuo rested her forehead on her hand, closed her eyes, and then opened them again after a while, "Don't say anymore..."
"What will you two do in the future?"
“What can I do? Just let it be. What else can I do? Xu Ke, he seems to have changed a lot, yet he seems unchanged at all. It's a strange feeling, I can't quite put my finger on it. I can't seem to understand his thoughts. But he definitely resents me, at least he did before. He resents me for betraying him and abandoning him. He has many thoughts in his mind, but he doesn't want to show them.”
Guan Ying thought for a moment before saying, “I think he hasn't given up.”
Jiang Yunuo's eyes stung with tears: “When I left him, I didn't completely trust him. Being with him always felt like a dream, so unreal. You know, back then he was popular with girls, I really didn't understand…” Why did he cling to me? He has so many other options; they're all so wonderful. So I figured he's still young, maybe it's just a temporary infatuation or confusion, unable to distinguish between love and family. I figured as time goes by, the passion will fade. I felt immense pressure. He kept wanting that final answer from me, but I couldn't trust his feelings for me. Then my father got sick, and I was completely overwhelmed. All I wanted was to go as far away as possible and never see him again. I'm a selfish person; when I'm in pain, I think of myself first…” Her voice choked with emotion as she spoke.
Guan Ying gently held her hand, comforting her, "When something like this happens to you, very few people can remain calm and collected. Your actions are perfectly normal."
"I thought time could heal all wounds. For the past few days, I've been thinking that if it weren't for this unexpected encounter, we might have lived like this forever. Even the most unforgettable feelings would eventually fade away. But now, I don't know how to face Chen Zichen. If this continues, I'm almost going to have a personality split."
"A tragic fate," Guan Ying sighed, unsure how to comfort her.
Jiang Yunuo shook her head with a bitter smile, "I was with Chen Zichen for three months, but those three months couldn't compare to the three days I spent with him, or even his indifferent glance at me. I just want to forget him and live a normal life, why is it so difficult? Everyone else seems to be doing well, why is my life so complicated?"
"What are you planning to do? You and Chen Zichen…"
“Maybe we’ll break up…”
Guan Ying sighed again. “I don’t want you to make such a hasty decision about your marriage. Although love is an illusion and marriage is reality, we should both try to find a balance between the two to get closer to the goal of a happy family. If you’re like this, even if you marry Chen Zichen, there will be conflicts and you won’t be happy. It’s better to wait a little longer; maybe you’ll meet someone more suitable.”
Jiang Yunuo said blankly, “Then what about him? If one day I really fall in love with someone else, I’ll owe him something I can never repay in this lifetime.”
Guan Ying looked at her thoughtfully. “You’d rather marry someone who doesn’t love you than let yourself fall in love with someone else. What kind of logic is that? Aren’t you torturing yourself? I always thought you were very realistic and clear-headed, and I even admired your courage to let go back then. I didn’t expect you to be so stubborn. Don’t tell me you want to remain faithful to him in spirit. How ridiculous!”
She looked out the window, her gaze seemingly lingering on the misty, deep sky, and whispered, "I just want to commemorate the love I could never have in some way, is that so wrong?"
Guan Ying felt a pang of sadness, almost bursting into tears: "In that case, why not go back to him?"
Jiang Yunuo smiled bitterly: "Is that possible? Unless the sun rises in the west. People are so contradictory. I can't face any man other than him now, so I plan to break up with Chen Zichen. And then..." She thought seriously, "Then, I'll just drift along alone, make as much money as I can while I'm young, and when I'm old, I'll find a nice nursing home. Maybe by then, I'll have forgotten everything, and maybe I can have a twilight romance or something. What about you," she said to Guan Ying, "come find me after you get divorced, we two old ladies can live together and chat."
Guan Ying was both amused and exasperated: "You jinx, I haven't even had my wedding yet, and you're already cursing me..."
"I was just kidding," she laughed, "But you should still consider it, just out of pity for me."

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