The Gate of Desire [Complete] - 4

Chapter Twenty-Five: Farewell Banquet at the Restaurant

Soon, bank employees began arriving for work one after another. Xia Bing arrived as well; she was now the director of the bank's office. Upon seeing Xia Bing, Zhao Tian said, "Director Xia, our Director Yang is heading home tomorrow. What do you think we should do for his farewell?"

"Really? You're going back?" Xia Bing asked softly, her tone seemingly reluctant to see him go. Yang Letian's heart skipped a beat. Although he still didn't understand if Xia Bing truly liked him, one thing he was certain of was that Xia Bing had a strong liking for him, just as he had a strong liking for Xia Bing. It was understandable that she was reluctant to see him leave. Thinking of this, Yang Letian couldn't help but feel a little smug. After all, having a beautiful woman reluctant to leave him was something to be happy about, because it at least proved that he still had some charm. But he still said, "I've finished my work, and head office wants me to go back tomorrow."

"Hey! He'll definitely get a promotion this time, that's great news! How about this, I've decided we go to 'Qianlixiang' after work to give our Director Yang a farewell dinner, what do you say?" Zhao Tian chimed in.

Yang Letian looked at Xia Bing, and Xia Bing was also looking at Yang Letian; neither of them said a word.

"Okay, it's decided then. Now everyone get to work," Zhao Tian said.

Xia Bing looked at Yang Letian, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything and walked away. Yang Letian looked at her hesitant expression and was startled. He thought to himself, "Could she really like me? If she really loves me and wants me to stay, what should I do?" Thinking of this, he began to feel uneasy again, and the smugness he had felt earlier vanished without a trace.

In a small private room at the "Qianlixiang" restaurant, Zhao Tian frequently toasted Yang Letian, who enthusiastically returned the toasts, creating an exceptionally lively atmosphere. Xia Bing, however, seemed less enthusiastic, sitting quietly to the side watching them exchange drinks. Normally a heavy drinker, she didn't drink today, only holding a glass of orange juice in front of her. She didn't talk much, occasionally exchanging a few words, appearing preoccupied.

Halfway through the drinks, Yang Letian stood up and said, "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

"Haha, now that you mention it, I'm feeling a bit full too. Come on, let's go together," Zhao Tian said with a laugh.

Xia Bing smiled at them and said, "You two better hurry back, or I'll eat all the good food!"

"Hehe, if you're not worried about becoming fat, then eat as much as you want, we have no objection," Yang Letian said.

In the restroom, Zhao Tian said, "Le Tian, I think Xia Bing has a crush on you."

"What? You're kidding, how could she like me? Besides, she knows I have a girlfriend." Yang Letian said this, but in his heart, he already agreed with Zhao Tian.

"Haven't you noticed? Look, she's been sullen ever since she heard you're leaving tomorrow. She was listless at the dinner table just now, and the way she looked at you was strange. Based on my years of experience observing girls, she definitely likes you." Zhao Tian said confidently.

"But she already knows I have a girlfriend." Yang Letian repeated.

"What does it matter? Even if you had a wife, she could still like you. I've known her for a long time, and I think she's a very persistent, passionate girl. Hehe, to be honest, I'm actually a little jealous that such a beautiful girl likes you." "

Persistent? Passionate?" Yang Letian muttered to himself.

"Yeah, why don't you seem happy that a beautiful woman likes you?" Zhao Tian said. "Huh? You didn't do anything to her, did you? Are you afraid she'll become attached to you because of it?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm afraid that if it's really like you say, and she likes me, I'll hurt her. Because I'm leaving here tomorrow, there's no way we can have anything going on." Yang Letian said with some worry.

"Hehe, then you should take her with you. You can have her on both sides and enjoy the bliss of having two women. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Zhao Tian teased.

"Get lost! Do you think I'm as shameless and lewd as you?" Yang Letian laughed and scolded.

"Shameless? Lewd? You're really wronging me. My loyalty to my wife is as clear as day. That time I went to the massage center, wasn't it with you, Director Yang? Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone." Zhao Tian complained.

"Hehe, you didn't go? How would you know there's a massage center there if you didn't go? And how would you know that the massage techniques there are special?" Yang Letian retorted with a smile.

"I...I...I just heard it from someone else, hehe."

The two walked into the private room talking and laughing.

"Ah! The food hasn't been touched yet, why aren't you eating?" Zhao Tian asked as soon as he came in.

"I don't want to become a 'side girl,' you know. If I get fat and ugly, no one will want me anymore." Xia Bing said, glancing at Yang Letian out of the corner of her eye. Yang Letian didn't know how to respond, so he just buried his head in his food.

Zhao Tian then deliberately teased, "Our Director Xia is so smart and beautiful, who wouldn't like her? Even if she gets fat, I think it won't affect her beauty at all, but will make her even cuter. How could no one want her? I think not only will she not be unwanted, but the men who want to pursue her will line up all the way to our bank entrance, Letian, don't you think so?" After saying that, he looked at Yang Letian with a mischievous smile.

Yang Letian inwardly cursed, secretly kicking Zhao Tian under the table, but smiled and said, "Yes, yes, that's for sure, so just eat as much as you want, don't worry about not getting any."

"Really?" Xia Bing said.

"Of course, maybe our Director Yang will even be the first in line among all the men." Zhao Tian teased.

Upon hearing this, Yang Letian almost spat out the mouthful of wine he hadn't swallowed yet, thinking to himself, "You little rascal, you really know how to rub salt in the wound, looks like you're deliberately trying to mess with me." So he secretly put a little force into his foot and kicked again, but missed. It turned out that Zhao Tian had anticipated his move and had already pulled his leg back. Looking at Zhao Tian's smug face, as if he was ready to see him make a fool of himself, Yang Letian couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused.

"Hehe, Director Yang, will you be the first in line?" Xia Bing asked mischievously.

Looking at Xia Bing's expression, which seemed both joking and serious, Yang Letian was unsure how to answer. He could only mumble, "Um, maybe." Suddenly realizing this ambiguous answer might cause Xia Bing to misunderstand, he added, "Hehe, if I didn't have a girlfriend, I'd definitely try to get first place." "

Haha, it seems our Director Yang is really clueless about romance," Zhao Tian laughed heartily.

"Just eat yours!" Yang Letian said, picking up a chicken leg and stuffing it into Zhao Tian's laughing mouth. The laughter stopped instantly, leaving only his humming and hawing sounds. Seeing this comical scene, both Yang Letian and Xia Bing couldn't help but laugh.

Taking advantage of everyone's good mood, Yang Letian picked up his glass, stood up, and said, "Alright, I'm leaving tomorrow. I finished dealing with the bank matters this morning, so I won't go this afternoon. I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning, and I won't be saying goodbye then. Come on, let's have a drink, both as a farewell and as a thank you for your invaluable help these past few days, which made it possible for my work to be completed successfully. Cheers!"

"Okay, cheers!" Zhao Tian also stood up and said.

Xia Bing slowly stood up as well, and the three of them clinked their glasses together.

After finishing their meal, they left the restaurant, and it was almost one o'clock. Yang Letian said, "You two should be going to work too, so I won't go. Let's say goodbye here."

"Alright, then we'll part ways here. Come visit us again anytime you have time; we'll welcome you anytime!" Zhao Tian said, shaking Yang Letian's hand.

"You too, come find me when you come to Linhai, and I'll be your host for once." Yang Letian said, then hugged Zhao Tian. Facing Xia Bing, he hesitated for a moment, but then opened his arms. Xia Bing was equally generous, opening her arms as well, and the two embraced.

"Wow, her breasts are so soft!" Yang Letian thought to himself as they hugged. But then he cursed himself inwardly, "Pah, what kind of time is this to be thinking about this? What a despicable person."

Yang Letian declined Zhao Tian's offer to drive him back to the hotel, saying, "It's getting late, you should go to work. I want to wander around a bit more." Seeing this, Zhao Tian didn't say anything more, only saying, "Then we'll meet again."

Yang Letian smiled, clasped his hands in a gesture of chivalry, and said, "We'll meet again!"

Just as the Cherokee started moving, Xia Bing turned back and gave Yang Letian a deep look, her eyes containing a hint of reluctance and helplessness. Looking into those eyes, Yang Letian's heart ached inexplicably.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Shopping for Underwear

After leaving them, Yang Letian wandered aimlessly through the streets. He had been in this city for a month, but hadn't had a chance to really explore it. Looking at the lush plane trees lining the streets, the verdant green was quite refreshing. The streets weren't crowded; people strolled leisurely in twos and threes, seemingly browsing or taking a walk. There was none of the tense and fast-paced atmosphere of coastal cities. Small cities have their advantages—tranquil and unhurried. While not ideal for starting a business, they are perfect for living.

Yang Letian thought, "Once I've earned enough money, I'll retire here. That sounds like a good choice." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of his hometown, a small mountain village nestled deep in the mountains. It was even more peaceful and serene there, but also far too remote and underdeveloped. Many amenities were lacking. If he were asked to return now and live there for a year or two, he probably couldn't stay.

As he strolled along, he suddenly remembered that he should buy Yuan Tingting a gift. They had been seeing each other for so long, but he had never bought her anything. This trip back would be a long-awaited reunion; he absolutely had to buy her a present. So he hailed a taxi, got in, and asked the driver, "Sir, what's the most bustling place around here?"

"Hehe, of course, it's Qianshan Road Commercial Street," the driver replied with a smile.

"Okay, let's go there then."

Ten minutes later, the taxi arrived at Qianshan Road Commercial Street. It was a commercial street less than 500 meters long, lined with shops on both sides. Since it wasn't the weekend, there weren't many people, but it was still quite lively. Each shop had its own sound system playing pop songs or soothing music to attract customers. Some shops also had promotional posters advertising discounts, which attracted several people to stop and watch.

Yang Letian got out of the car, but didn't rush to look for gifts in the shops. Instead, he looked around for a while, seemingly searching for something. A moment later, a smile appeared on his face, and he quickly walked towards a corner of the street. There, he found an ATM belonging to their bank. Yang Letian took out his salary card, withdrew two thousand yuan, and then hummed a little tune as he went to buy a gift.

He strolled from one end of the street to the other, finishing in less than ten minutes, but couldn't find anything worth buying. He glanced around; the street mostly sold clothing and mobile phones, with the rest being KFC, coffee shops, and the like. There really wasn't anything particularly good or meaningful to buy.

After thinking for a while, Yang Letian decided to turn back and browse again, this time more slowly and carefully, hoping to find something good and unique—ideally, something not too expensive.

Yang Letian slowly browsed through each shop, but quickly came out of each one, finding only ordinary items, nothing particularly interesting. Just as he was about to reach the end of the street again, Yang Letian stopped in front of a shop. It was a women's lingerie shop, and in the window was a mannequin wearing lingerie—black, see-through, with lace trim, very sexy. Yang Letian thought to himself, "Hehe, what would it look like if Yuan Tingting wore such sexy lingerie on her jade-like body?" Thinking this, an image of Yuan Tingting wearing this lingerie, lying on a large bed, beckoning to him, unconsciously appeared in his mind. Thus, Yang Letian, with his mind filled with erotic thoughts, stared intently at the mannequin in the shop window, his feet rooted to the spot.

"Sir, come in and take a look," a soft voice interrupted Yang Letian's reverie. He looked up and saw it was the shop's saleswoman speaking to him. Yang Letian immediately blushed and quickly waved his hand, saying, "No, no."

"It's alright, just come in and look around. Maybe you'll find a suitable piece of lingerie to give to your girlfriend; I think she'll love it," the saleswoman greeted him warmly.

After listening to the saleswoman's words, Yang Letian was tempted. He thought, "Yes, buying a set of lingerie as a gift for Yuan Tingting would be great. It's special, shows our close relationship, and isn't too expensive. Maybe she'll even be touched by my thoughtfulness. Hehe, besides, I've been standing here for so long. If I just look without buying anything, she might think I'm some kind of pervert."

"Okay, let's go in and take a look," Yang Letian said.

"Please!"

Yang Letian followed the saleswoman into the lingerie store. Once inside, he found several other men, but they all had their girlfriends. Yang Letian was the only single man there. It was his first time walking alone into a women's lingerie store, and Yang Letian felt a little awkward. Surrounded by women's lingerie, he didn't know where to look.

The saleswoman seemed to notice Yang Letian's embarrassment and smiled, "It's okay, feel free to look around. What kind of lingerie do you want to buy for your girlfriend?"

"What styles?" Yang Letian asked shyly. "What styles do you have here?"

The saleswoman smiled and said, "Women's underwear can be simply divided into two types: functional and erotic. Functional underwear is used to adjust the figure, so the style looks more conventional, but it lifts, gathers, or enlarges the wearer's breasts. Therefore, functional underwear is used to adjust the curves of the chest to make clothes look better. Erotic underwear, on the other hand, has a much more complex variety of styles..." There are many variations: cup-style, see-through, lace, and transparent; cups are further divided into full-coverage, half-coverage, and one-third-cup; shoulder straps also vary considerably, with wide shoulders, narrow shoulders, and strapless options. In short, erotic lingerie is worn to enhance sexiness and add spice to a couple's sex life.

After listening to the saleswoman's fluent and detailed explanation, Yang Letian couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. However, the saleswoman remained calm and composed, showing no signs of shyness or awkwardness; it seemed she was already used to it.

"Sir, would you like to buy a functional or erotic lingerie?" the saleswoman asked with a smile.

Yang Letian thought, "Yuan Tingting's figure is already very good; she probably doesn't need any functional lingerie to adjust her figure." So he said, "Then...then...then I'll buy the erotic lingerie."

The sales assistant smiled slightly and said, "Okay, sir, please come this way." After saying that, she led Yang Letian to the clothes rack on the other side. The style of the underwear here was more abundant, with colors such as black, white, and red; materials such as lace, cotton, and elastic fiber, etc., all kinds were available, which made Yang Letian dazzled and he didn't know what to choose. After looking around for a while, Yang Letian said, "There are so many styles, I don't know which one to choose. Why don't you pick one for me? You girls should be better at choosing women's underwear than a grown man like me."

"Okay, then I'll help you decide. Hmm... what are your girlfriend's measurements?"

"Measurements?" Yang Letian scratched his head, embarrassed, and said, "I'm not really sure."

The saleswoman covered her mouth and chuckled, "Then you're not a very good boyfriend, you don't even know your girlfriend's measurements?"

Yang Letian said, "I haven't paid much attention before, and I forgot to ask, haha."

"Haha, then just give me a rough estimate."

"Hmm..." Yang Letian thought for a while, then suddenly his eyes were fixed on the saleswoman standing in front of him. The saleswoman saw his eyes darting around and knew what he was thinking. Even though she was usually very outgoing, she couldn't help but blush. But he was a customer, so she couldn't say anything. She could only look away, pretending not to know he was looking at her, and let him look her up and down.

However, Yang Letian only glanced at the saleswoman before abandoning his plan to use her as a reference point for buying lingerie for Yuan Tingting. The saleswoman was petite and her height and measurements were far from Yuan Tingting's. Looking at the other girls in the store, their figures were also quite different from Yuan Tingting's. Frustrated, Yang Letian paced back and forth in the store, almost taking out his phone to call Yuan Tingting and ask her measurements.

Just as Yang Letian was scratching his head in frustration, perhaps a flash of inspiration or a sudden burst of cleverness, he suddenly remembered a method that might reveal Yuan Tingting's approximate measurements.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Invited to the Banquet .

It turned out that Yang Letian remembered the mannequin in the shop window; its height and measurements were quite similar to Yuan Tingting's. Thinking of this, Yang Letian smiled. He pointed to the mannequin in the shop window and said to the saleswoman, "Miss, my girlfriend's figure is somewhat similar to that mannequin in the window. Could you choose an underwear for me based on that?"

The saleswoman's blush had faded. Looking at the mannequin, she smiled and said, "Your girlfriend's figure is really perfect!"

"Hehe, just average," Yang Letian said modestly, but inwardly felt a surge of pride.

"How about this one?" the saleswoman asked, taking a set of underwear from the hanger.

Yang Letian looked closely. The set was a lace-trimmed bra and panties. The bra was semi-transparent, with silk cups, and black. The panties were low-waisted, also black, with a mesh design and semi-transparent. The whole set gave off a hazy, mysterious beauty, and Yang Letian almost felt his mouth go dry.

At this moment, the sales assistant said, "Sir, look, this is a brand new bra, size D, which should fit your girlfriend's size. It features a front-closure design; just put your hands inside the shoulder straps, grab the cups in front, and fasten them—it's easy to put on. It's convenient, easy to wear, and also beautiful and sexy, what do you think?"

Yang Letian listened to the sales assistant's explanation and looked at the style; it was indeed quite nice. He then touched it; the material was light and soft, and it should fit very well. Yang Letian nodded in satisfaction and said, "Okay, I'll take this one. How much?"

"Eight hundred and eighty," the sales assistant said, flipping through the price tag on the garment.

Upon hearing this, Yang Letian was so shocked he almost stumbled. He thought to himself, "Eight hundred and eighty yuan for such a small piece of fabric? That's too expensive!" He then checked the label; it was a string of English letters that Yang Letian didn't recognize. It didn't look like international brands like Lapara, Triumph, or Chantelle, which he recognized.

The saleswoman noticed Yang Letian's surprise and said, "Sir, this lingerie is the most popular style this spring and summer. We just imported it from Hong Kong. Don't let its name fool you; the quality and style are in no way inferior to those international brands. The manufacturer is the same company that produces international brands."

"Oh?" Yang Letian was a little confused.

The sales assistant explained, "Do you know Lise Charmel? It's a famous French lingerie brand, and of course, a top international brand. This lingerie is manufactured by a Lise Charmel OEM manufacturer. All Lise Charmel branded lingerie sold in Asia is produced by this manufacturer. But this manufacturer also has its own lingerie brand, which is this one. Although its brand awareness is far less than Lise Charmel, its workmanship, materials, and styles are not much different from Lise Charmel branded lingerie, so this price of 880 is definitely worth it."

Yang Letian was half-convinced by the sales assistant's words, but seeing that the style and material of the lingerie were indeed quite good, he decided to buy it. While paying, Yang Letian couldn't help but think, "This small piece of fabric is more expensive than all my clothes from head to toe, inside and out. No wonder some people say that women's and children's money is the easiest to earn; that's absolutely true."

After paying and wrapping up the clothes, Yang Letian left the lingerie store with a beaming smile from the sales assistant. Although it was still early, Yang Letian didn't want to continue shopping. Shopping was incredibly tiring; he'd spent less than an hour shopping, including buying clothes, and was already exhausted. He couldn't understand why women were so fond of it. When he used to accompany Qin Xiaolu shopping, she could shop for four or five hours straight without a break, returning home refreshed and showing no signs of fatigue. Now, Yang Letian was practically collapsing from exhaustion. Therefore, Yang Letian was both amazed and utterly humiliated by Qin Xiaolu's shopping stamina.

Back at the hotel, Yang Letian lay listlessly on the bed watching TV when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Tang Chong calling.

"Hello!"

"Hello, it's me. Are you leaving tomorrow?" Tang Chong asked on the other end of the line.

"Yes, I've completed my mission here."

"Then why didn't you say goodbye before leaving?"

"Hehe, I was just about to call you tonight, I was worried you'd be busy during the day."

"Since you're leaving tomorrow, I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

"Hehe, we're old classmates, don't be so polite."

"Sure, it's not just dinner, I have other things to tell you. Oh, by the way, invite that female subordinate you brought last time too. Where are you now? I'll come pick you up."

"I'm at the hotel now, you..."

Before Yang Letian could finish speaking, Tang Chong said on the other end of the phone, "Okay, I understand, I'll be right there." Then he hung up.

Sure enough, a short while later, there was a knock on the door. Yang Letian opened it, and Tang Chong walked in, saying, "I told you at the coffee shop last time that I would treat you and your female subordinate to dinner, but you just left without a word. Aren't you making me look like a person who breaks their promise?" "

Hehe, I thought you were just saying it casually. How could I take it seriously?"

"Of course I'm serious! Come on, let's go to my house. My wife has already prepared a huge feast and is waiting for us. Oh, and invite your female subordinate too."

"She's at work."

"Then give her a call and tell her I want to invite her to dinner. If she has time, we'll pick her up from the bank later."

"This... okay then." Yang Letian hesitated for a moment but still agreed. Although he was a little afraid to see Xia Bing now, afraid to see her slightly resentful eyes and reluctant gaze; afraid that he might lose his will and plunge headlong into her gentle embrace; even more afraid that she would express her love for him, and he wouldn't be able to give her a satisfactory answer. But now that she specifically asked him to invite her, he couldn't say too much. He could only pick up his phone and dial the number.

"Hello, this is Yang Letian."

"I know, what's up?" Xia Bing's tone seemed very calm, but there was a hint of barely suppressed excitement in it.

"Oh, it's like this, do you remember my old classmate? He was the original owner of our bank building."

"Of course I remember."

"He wants to invite us to his house for dinner tonight. If you're not free, I'll tell him."

"I'm free, I'm free, I'm very free! What time tonight?" Xia Bing said hurriedly on the other end of the phone.

Yang Letian couldn't help but chuckle at her tone. He said, "Hehe, you're quite the ladies' man."

Xia Bing laughed too, saying, "Hehe, of course I'll take advantage of any free meal! This opportunity doesn't come every day."

"Hehe, okay then. You'll be off work soon, we'll pick you up from the bank later."

"Okay, bye-bye!"

Tang Chong said as soon as Yang Letian hung up the phone, "Let's go, let's go to the supermarket to buy a few bottles of wine first, and then we'll go to the bank to pick her up."

Yang Letian got into Tang Chong's Santana 2000 with him. Sitting in the passenger seat, Yang Letian said, "This car is nice."

"Hehe, it's alright. My car is considered decent in our small city, but in your coastal city, it's nothing special."

"Haha, don't be ungrateful. At least you're now a homeowner and a car owner, much better off than me, a nobody." "

But you have a bright future ahead of you, while no matter how hard I try, I'm just the owner of a small business."

“The company can grow big, who knows? Maybe in a couple of years, your name will be on some Fortune 500 list or some other ranking.”

“Haha…”

…

At the supermarket, Tang Chong went straight to the liquor counter, first buying two bottles of Jiugui liquor, then going to the wine counter and grabbing a bottle of Royal Salute. Watching Tang Chong running around, Yang Letian thought, “Should I buy a few things too? It’s not good to go to someone’s house empty-handed for the first time.” So he also bought a few large gift boxes.

Tang Chong asked curiously, “What are you buying these things for?”

Yang Letian laughed, “For you, I can’t go to your house empty-handed for the first time.”

“Hehe, you’re so polite. Oh well, whatever you want, buy whatever you want, I’ll accept whatever you give.”

“Hehe, how much? It’s just this much, if it’s too much, wouldn’t it be a bad deal for me?” Yang Letian joked.

“Haha…”

Passing by the bank, picking up Xia Bing, the car drove towards Tang Chong’s house. In the car, Xia Bing smiled and said, "We just said goodbye not long ago, I didn't expect to see each other again so soon."

"Yeah, I didn't expect it either, maybe God didn't want us to part so quickly...hehe!" As soon as he said it, Yang Letian felt that his words were a bit inappropriate, so he quickly chuckled twice to cover it up.

"Is that so?" Xia Bing asked meaningfully.

"Maybe." After Yang Letian finished speaking, he turned his head and stopped talking, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his focused expression no less than that of Tang Chong, who was driving. Tang Chong saw this and secretly found it amusing.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Drunkard Sobers Up

Tang Chong's home was in a relatively upscale residential area. When they went up, Tang Chong's wife, Xu Chun, was already standing at the door to greet them. Yang Letian was not unfamiliar with Xu Chun, because they were all alumni. Xu Chun was a year ahead of Yang Letian and Tang Chong, and was in the finance department. But Yang Letian was not very familiar with her. In school, they were just casual acquaintances, exchanging nods and smiles when they met. But his roommate Tang Chong was different. Tang Chong was attracted to Xu Chun, a senior student, during his sophomore year and pursued her relentlessly until he finally won her over. After they became a couple, Tang Chong frequently brought Xu Chun to their dorm. Whenever Tang Chong brought Xu Chun back, Yang Letian and several other photography enthusiasts would be kicked out of the dorm, and Tang Chong would reward them by fetching water or cleaning.

Although Tang Chong and Xu Chun were inseparable at the time, Yang Letian and his roommates didn't approve of their relationship. Firstly, Xu Chun was two years older than Tang Chong, and more importantly, their personalities were very different. Tang Chong was honest and steady, while Xu Chun was lively and outgoing, so they thought their relationship couldn't last. Then, to Yang Letian and his roommates' great surprise, Tang Chong and Xu Chun not only didn't break up, but they also got married right after graduation. This is extremely rare in most campus romances that end in breakups; it could even be considered a miracle.

Tang Chong's house was quite large, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, and the decoration was also very nice. Yang Letian looked around and praised, "Hmm, really nice, a beautiful house and a lovely wife, you're really lucky, lad." Tang

Chong smiled but didn't say anything. Xu Chun, who was pouring tea for them, blushed, but her smile deepened. She said, "Gentlemen, have some tea."

Xia Bing said, "Sister-in-law, don't be so polite, I can do it myself."

"You're too kind. You've come all this way, why did you bring so many things?" Xu Chun said, pointing to the gifts Yang Letian had bought.

"This is just a small token from Xia and me," Yang Letian said.

"Yes, yes, just a small token, it's nothing," Xia Bing chimed in. Then she made a face at Yang Letian.

"Then you can cook a little longer, dinner will be ready soon."

"Sister-in-law, let me help you," Xia Bing said, standing up to go into the kitchen with Xu Chun.

Xu Chun quickly stopped her, saying, "No need, no need. You're a guest, how can I ask you to go into the kitchen? Besides, the dishes are already cooked, they just need to be heated in the microwave, I can handle it by myself."

Yang Letian also smiled and said, "Just sit and watch TV, don't make things worse."

"You..." Xia Bing glared at Yang Letian angrily.

At this moment, Yang Letian remembered that Tang Chong had said on the phone that he had other things to discuss with him, so he asked, "Didn't you just say you had something to tell me? What is it?"

Tang Chong said, "Yes, there is. Let's talk in the study."

Entering the study, Yang Letian saw that Tang Chong had closed the door tightly, and he laughed, "What is it? Why are you being so mysterious?"

"It's like this, thanks to your help, my company was brought back from the brink of collapse. And your idea of using my company's products for advertising is excellent. Now, not only your bank, but other companies and manufacturers are coming to us to order our products for advertising. Our products are in high demand now. It's all thanks to you!" "

Don't say that. We're all old classmates, and besides, you've helped me a lot."

"One thing at a time. Here, this is for you." Tang Chong finished speaking and handed Yang Letian something.

"What is this?" Yang Letian took it and saw that it was a bank card. "What's this...?" Yang Letian asked, puzzled.

"This is 100,000 yuan, it's what you deserve," Tang Chong said.

"What? 100,000 yuan? I can't accept this," Yang Letian quickly refused.

"Listen to me, this money is what you deserve. We're old classmates, but business matters are handled according to business rules. If you don't accept it, you're disrespecting me." After saying that, he forcefully stuffed the bank card into Yang Letian's pocket.

Yang Letian wasn't used to such entanglements, and after Tang Chong had put it so bluntly, he stopped refusing, only saying, "Isn't this too much?"

Tang Chong smiled and said, "Not much. To tell you the truth, I made this much profit from this business deal with your bank." After saying that, Tang Chong held up three fingers, as if making an OK sign.

"Three hundred thousand?"

Tang Chong nodded and said, "Every time I close a deal with your bank, I'll give you one-third of the profits. Don't refuse; it's what you deserve. We all operate according to the unspoken rules of the business world."

Yang Letian wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Xu Chun's call from outside the door: "You two, come out quickly, dinner's ready!"

Tang Chong put an arm around Yang Letian's shoulder and said, "Alright, it's settled then. Let's go out for dinner." At the door, he added, "Oh, by the way, the PIN for this card is the last six digits of your phone number. I'll transfer the money to this card from now on. Hehe, remember to check the balance often!"

At the dinner table, Yang Letian and Tang Chong drank baijiu, while Xia Bing and Xu Chun drank red wine. The four of them chatted and laughed, creating a lively atmosphere. Xia Bing, in particular, despite it being her first time visiting someone's home, was completely at ease, constantly offering toasts and enjoying herself immensely! Yang Letian couldn't help but say, "You should drink less. If you get drunk, how will you get home tonight?"

"I still have you. If I get drunk, you can carry me home."

"Yes, yes, Xia is right. As long as you don't get drunk, it's fine. Come on, let's keep drinking." Xu Chun was also in high spirits and poured Xia Bing another glass of red wine. Seeing this, Yang Letian could only shake his head and smile wryly, and stop talking.

"They drink theirs, we drink ours, cheers!" Tang Chong raised his glass to Yang Letian.

"Okay, cheers!"

The meal lasted for nearly two hours, and all four of them enjoyed themselves very much. Yang Letian drank about half a jin of baijiu, but he was still clear-headed and walked steadily. Xia Bing, on the other hand, was not so good. She drank a lot of red wine. Although she was still relatively clear-headed, she walked with a stagger, clearly showing signs of intoxication. As she walked from the dining table to the sofa, Xia Bing nearly tripped and fell. Yang Letian quickly stepped forward to support her, saying, "I told you not to drink so much! Look, you can barely walk."

Xia Bing giggled and said, "I'm happy."

Xu Chun said, "You'll have to take her home later, okay?"

Yang Letian smiled wryly and said, "If I don't take her home, who will? Can I rely on your husband?" He then glanced at Tang Chong, who was already flushed and slumped motionless on the table.

Xu Chun laughed and said, "Him? He can't hold his liquor as well as I can, but he's stubborn when he drinks. But thankfully, he falls asleep when he's drunk, unlike some people who act crazy when they're drunk. If that were the case, I wouldn't give him a single drop of alcohol."

The two sat for a while longer before Yang Letian stood up and said, "It's getting late, we should head back. Thank you for your hospitality." He then helped the nearly drowsy Xia Bing to her feet.

Xu Chun said, "I'm so sorry, look how drunk Tang Chong is. Otherwise, we could have asked him to drive you home."

Yang Letian laughed, "No need, we already agreed at the dinner table that I would take this drunkard home. Okay, you don't need to take him anymore, hurry back and take care of Tang Chong."

"Alright, take care, keep in touch, goodbye!"

Sitting in the taxi on the way back, Xia Bing, who seemed a little dazed, suddenly reached out and pinched Yang Letian's thigh, making Yang Letian grit his teeth in pain. He asked in surprise, "What are you doing? Are you drunk and confused?"

"You're the one who's confused. I'm asking you, why did you call me a drunkard just now?" Xia Bing raised her face, which was flushed from drinking, and said.

"Hehe, you heard everything? I thought you were drunk."

"Hmph, you think you can talk bad about me just because I can't hear you?" After saying that, Xia Bing reached out as if to pinch his thigh, which scared Yang Letian so much that he quickly grabbed her wrist and begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, it was my fault, I apologize, alright?"

"Hehe, that's more like it, but to punish you for talking bad about me just now, you have to lend me your shoulder for free."

"What for?"

"Just come here." Xia Bing pulled Yang Letian's arm forcefully, pulling him closer to her, and then rested her head on his shoulder and said, "Mmm, so comfortable, I'm going to take a nap, don't move around, okay? Wake me up when we get home." After saying that, she closed her eyes.

Looking at Xia Bing's rosy face, long eyelashes, and slightly heaving chest, as well as the mixed scent of alcohol and perfume emanating from her body, Yang Letian began to feel restless again. He recalled the time he and Sister Yun sat in the taxi. That time, neither of them could resist each other's temptations, and they indulged in a night of carnal revelry. Now, that night seemed to be repeating itself tonight. He didn't know if he could resist the temptation again. But in his heart, Yang Letian kept telling himself: "Hold on, you absolutely can't do anything to Xia Bing. Xia Bing is different from Sister Yun. Xia Bing is still a girl full of fantasies about love. If I can't give her a future, I absolutely can't do anything to her."

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Throwing Himself into Her Arms.

Xia Bing lived in a one-bedroom apartment. Although the apartment wasn't large, it was decorated exquisitely, clearly a girl's room. Yang Letian first helped Xia Bing to sit down on a small sofa in the living room, then poured a glass of ice water from the water dispenser and handed it to her.

"Thank you! Ugh, my head is so dizzy!" Xia Bing said lazily, lying on the sofa.

"You deserve to be dizzy! Who told you to drink so much?"

"Hehe, I'm just happy!" Xia Bing took a sip of ice water and said, "Look, what do you think of my room?"

Yang Letian looked around the living room and felt that although the space was a little small, it wasn't cramped. The furnishings were neat and orderly, and there were small decorations scattered around, making the whole room very cute and cozy. Yang Letian sincerely praised, "Not bad, very well decorated!"

"Hehe, I also think it's alright, it's just a little small, otherwise I would have decorated it even better." Xia Bing said with some pride.

"A room doesn't need to be big to be elegant. Fragrance doesn't depend on the number of flowers. A small room doesn't affect its taste. I think your room is really nice, it gives people a warm and homey feeling, much better than my house in Linhai."

"Really? Doesn't your girlfriend help you tidy up the room?" Xia Bing asked meaningfully.

“Oh, she’s too busy with work, leaving early and returning late, she doesn’t have time.” Yang Letian didn’t want to talk about his girlfriend anymore. Just then, he noticed a small desk in the corner of the room, with writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on it. So he quickly changed the subject, saying, “Oh! You like calligraphy?” As he spoke, he walked towards the desk. On the desk was a piece of white paper with some characters written with a small brush. Yang Letian picked it up and saw that it was a poem, “Jiang Cheng Zi,” written by the Northern Song Dynasty writer Su Shi: “

Ten years have passed, life and death are separated by a vast distance, I don’t think of you, yet I can’t forget you. A lonely grave a thousand miles away, nowhere to speak of my sorrow. Even if we met, we wouldn’t recognize each other, my face covered in dust, my temples like frost. Last night, in a dream, I suddenly returned home, to the small window where you were combing your hair. We looked at each other speechlessly, only tears streaming down our faces. I know that every year, at this place, my heart will break, on a moonlit night, by the short pine hill.”

Looking at these neat and upright characters, Yang Letian was even more surprised. Nowadays, not many people know how to do this, especially girls. Yang Letian couldn't help but exclaim, "I never expected you to have such beautiful handwriting!"

“I’m quite interested in classical Chinese culture,” Xia Bing said, appearing beside Yang Letian at some point. “I enjoy things like couplets, calligraphy, and poetry. Take this poem by Su Shi, ‘Jiang Cheng Zi,’ for example; I really love it.”

Yang Letian nodded in agreement, saying, “This poem is very sincere and moving. Throughout the poem, the poet uses simple, almost vernacular language to depict genuine feelings and deeply express his dream; the interplay of reality and imagination, the balance of light and heavy, leaves no trace of artifice, yet its meaning is profound. The poet’s choice of the ‘Jiang Cheng Zi’ tune for a lament is perfectly fitting. The ‘Jiang Cheng Zi’ tune…” Where there is rhyme, it is all in level tone, with three, five, and seven characters interspersed and repeated, creating a harmonious yet varied rhythm. In terms of content, it expresses a deep and complex emotion. Furthermore, it fully utilizes the strengths of varying sentence lengths, leaving the reader with a lingering sense of enjoyment. Therefore, Chen Shidao, one of the Six Gentlemen of the Su School, praised this poem with the lines, "Its sound should reach the heavens, its tears should reach the springs."

Xia Bing was both surprised and delighted by Yang Letian's insights into the poem. She was surprised because she hadn't expected him to have such a deep understanding of it, and delighted because they shared a common interest, giving her a feeling of having met a kindred spirit.

"You also studied Chinese literature in university?" Xia Bing asked excitedly.

Actually, Yang Letian's knowledge in this area stemmed entirely from the influence of his father, who had attended a private school for several years. Because of his education, his father possessed a certain air of an ancient scholar, often speaking with classical Chinese phrases. There were many books on this subject at home, and Yang Letian had been exposed to it since childhood. Coupled with his own interest in the subject, he knew quite a bit about Tang and Song poetry.

"No, I studied chemistry in university; literature is just a hobby of mine," Yang Letian said, glancing back at Xia Bing. Seeing the surprised and delighted expression on her face and the admiration in her eyes, he felt a surge of pride and continued to boast, "As for elegies, Su Shi's 'Jiang Cheng Zi' is arguably the earliest one, but in ancient Chinese literature, there are several poems mourning the death of a wife or husband. A famous one is from the *Book of Songs*, 'Ge Sheng'..." "Poems such as Pan Yue's 'Elegy for the Deceased' from the Jin Dynasty, Yuan Zhen's 'Lament for the Deceased' from the Tang Dynasty, He Zhu's 'The Wren's Sky' from the Song Dynasty, and Nalan Xingde's 'The Golden Thread Song' from the Qing Dynasty are all examples." At this point, Yang Letian turned back to look at Xia Bing, only to see her looking up at him with admiration and appreciation. Yang Letian was startled, thinking, "If I show off like this, won't she like me even more?" Thinking this, he immediately regretted it, cursing himself for being unable to change his ways and always liking to show off in front of girls.

He originally wanted to continue showing off, but considering this, he changed his words, saying, "That's all I know."

"But you already know much more than I do," Xia Bing said admiringly.

"Hehe, where? Actually, I learned all of this from the internet. I'm just showing off what I learned on the spot," Yang Letian said. "Besides, your handwriting is really beautiful. Compared to yours, mine is just scribbles."

"Really? Is my handwriting really that good?" Xia Bing was very happy to receive Yang Letian's affirmation.

"Of course, you're a talented woman, truly a talented woman," Yang Letian flattered without missing a beat.

"Do you like talented women?" Xia Bing asked softly.

Yang Letian was caught off guard by her sudden question and could only stammer, "I...I like them!"

"Really?" Xia Bing's face turned even redder, her clear eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at Yang Letian. Her breathing became rapid, and in the quiet night, they seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats.

Suddenly, Yang Letian sensed a dangerous atmosphere. If things continued like this, he might be captivated by Xia Bing's alluring charm and do something to her. He quickly composed himself and said, "It's getting late, I should go back. You should get some rest too." He turned to leave. However, just as he reached for the door lock, something unexpected happened.

Xia Bing hugged him from behind, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, and murmured, "Letian, don't go. Stay with me for the night."

Yang Letian was stunned by her boldness, moved by her devotion, and aroused by the sight of her full breasts pressed against his back. But he suppressed his complex emotions and said, "Xia, don't do this. I already have a girlfriend, and I'm leaving tomorrow. It wouldn't be fair to you if I stayed."

"I don't care! I just want you to stay with me for one night. After tonight, you can go your own way tomorrow. I don't ask anything of you." She hugged him even tighter.

Yang Letian felt a burning desire within him. If this continued, he knew he would lose control. He tried to turn around, attempting to push Xia Bing away. But before he could speak, Xia Bing's soft lips pressed against his, fiercely kissing him and silencing his words. Instantly, Yang Letian's mind went blank, his body stiffened, and he allowed Xia Bing's soft, delicate tongue to roam freely in his mouth. Her hands, which had been around his waist, gradually moved upwards, encircling his neck. Soon, Xia Bing's body grew hot, her jade-like face flushed, and soft moans escaped her cherry lips.

Yang Letian's desire was completely ignited. He no longer cared about anything else, and began passionately kissing Xia Bing, one hand tightly around her waist, the other moving restlessly upwards, gradually covering Xia Bing's delicate, firm breasts. Even through her clothes, he could feel the astonishing protrusion and bounce of her jade-like peaks. Yang Letian couldn't help but knead and squeeze them, wanting to open Xia Bing's fragrant embrace and explore its depths. Xia Bing, in his arms, seemed to have been aroused as well, relaxing her body. With Yang Letian's passionate kisses and caresses, her body underwent a strange change, she moaned softly, her body twisting and turning in Yang Letian's arms, rubbing against his masculine desire. Finally, his hands, no longer content with merely kneading the outside, began to creep inside Xia Bing's open collar, caressing her silky bra. Lingering there, he even slipped two fingers inside, directly kneading her budding, snow-white breasts and the erect nipples, attacking from both above and below, teasing them from all sides.

"Oh... um... carry me... I'll go to the bedroom, and we... we didn't finish... we didn't finish last time, okay?"

Looking at Xia Bing's shy and blushing face in his arms, and hearing her enchanting whispers, Yang Letian could no longer restrain himself. He swept Xia Bing up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed.

Chapter Thirty: Soul-Stealing Ecstasy

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang Letian carefully gazed at the alluring Xia Bing lying there. Beneath her well-fitting business attire, her voluptuous and delicate body was exquisitely proportioned, like a crabapple tree in spring slumber, deep in a sweet dream. From her rosy lips murmured softly from time to time, and as she occasionally turned to the side, her thin top was slightly lifted, revealing glimpses of her delicate skin through the slightly lowered neckline, making her skin appear even more like smooth, creamy jade. Her slender fingers casually brushed against her long, beautiful legs, gently pulling up her already short skirt to reveal her snow-white, tender thighs.

Seeing Xia Bing's legs slightly bent, her waist swaying gently, and her face flushed with spring-like allure, Yang Letian could no longer suppress his burning desire. He couldn't wait to press his lips to Xia Bing's soft, fragrant lips, kissing, licking, and gently biting them. At the same time, he used one hand to gently stroke her hair, while his other hand, with its five fingers covering her snow-capped peaks, gently kneaded her tender, plump breasts. He also frequently caressed her breasts with his warm palm, making them dance between his fingers and ripen in his palm.

Satisfied, Yang Letian freely explored and caressed Xia Bing's smooth, white breasts, slowly removing her suit. Lost in passion, Xia Bing let out soft moans, her body limp, making no other movements, allowing her fair skin to slowly appear before Yang Letian. Then, Yang Letian's hands reached behind Xia Bing and quickly unhooked her bra. Xia Bing's two hemispherical breasts burst forth like racehorses released from their gates, fully revealed before him. Her breasts were snow-white, full, and smooth, like solidified cream, firm, full, and incredibly elastic, making one want to touch them. The flesh was exceptionally white, like jade washed clean, and the rosy areolas on the nipples resembled two red plum blossoms against snow-capped peaks, extremely beautiful.

Leaving the alluring breasts, Yang Letian's hands began to move downwards. He gently removed Xia Bing's last piece of clothing, her underwear, instantly revealing the alluring, mysterious valley hidden beneath the lush grass. The dark forest seemed to overflow with spring water, creating a captivating and seductive scene.

Lost in desire, Xia Bing suddenly felt a chill in her lower body. She realized Yang Letian had removed her last garment, leaving her completely naked. Her face flushed even more, her heart filled with shyness and bewilderment.

"Am I beautiful?" Xia Bing asked shyly after a long while.

"So beautiful! You're like an angel," Yang Letian said breathlessly.

Touching her soft skin, the faint fragrance emanating from her body filled his nostrils, all of this aroused an uncontrollable desire in Yang Letian. He quickly removed his own clothes, wrapped his arms around her, and gazed down at her.

"Xiao Bing, is it alright?" Yang Letian whispered in her ear, his hot breath caressing her. This was the first time Yang Letian had addressed Xia Bing as "Xiao Bing," a change from calling her "Xiao Xia" to "Xiao Bing," clearly indicating a shift in their relationship.

Xia Bing nodded shyly and whispered, "Be gentle." Yang Letian chuckled and pressed his already swollen and erect penis against her most sensitive clitoris. Xia Bing frowned, as if enduring excruciating torture, or perhaps anticipating the final moment, her delicate body trembling violently.

"Xiao Bing, look," Yang Letian said gently, lifting her slightly. Xia Bing opened her hazy eyes, looking at him through trembling eyelashes, her timid gaze drawn to Yang Letian's masculine pride. Shyly, Xia Bing quickly closed her eyes again.

Yang Letian moved his penis very slowly, gently entering her, enveloped by her warm, moist passage. At that moment, tears welled up in Xia Bing's eyes.

"It hurts?"

Xia Bing nodded slightly, a look of pain on her face, which made Yang Letian afraid to go any further. He changed positions, trying to find the best way in, but it was no use. The pain on Xia Bing's face only increased, and her body began to tremble. Yang Letian felt a little reluctant and wanted to back off, but Xia Bing's hands clung tightly to his neck. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she said softly but firmly, "It's okay, come in, I can take it."

Yang Letian no longer hesitated. He leaned down, face to face, hugged her tightly, and then thrust in with a violent movement. Xia Bing cried out, and at the same time, Yang Letian felt a burning pain in his shoulder. Yang Letian dared not move again, and just held her quietly. After a while, Xia Bing's face began to calm down, and the fingers that were digging into his flesh slowly relaxed. Yang Letian seized the opportunity, quickening his pace, and attacking the depths of Xia Bing's body and soul.

Xia Bing's lower body tightened around Yang Letian, gripping his burning heat. The most intoxicating ecstasy brought by her moist and soft flower path almost drove Yang Letian to madness. She also let Yang Letian do as he pleased, feeling the immense desire repeatedly entering and exiting her body. Her clear eyes were tightly closed, and the most intoxicating moans and soft breaths flowed from her red lips.

Yang Letian's desire spread deeply within him, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, his lower body began to thrust violently, leaving its mark on her most moist and tender flower path. Xia Bing cooperated with him, her delicate body dancing with him, her soft waist actively welcoming his thrusts. Soon, Xia Bing's soft moans began to turn into cries, Yang Letian's hot body fluids gushed out from her deepest point, the burning temperature making her tremble continuously, sending her to a brilliant peak...

After the storm had passed, the two were still immersed in the tingling numbness and languid atmosphere after the orgasm. After a long pause, Yang Letian finally turned to look at Xia Bing, curled up in his arms like a kitten, and then at the patches of virgin blood on the pristine white sheets beneath him. He was overwhelmed with emotion, his thoughts swirling, but not much of it stemmed from self-reproach for Xia Bing or guilt towards Yuan Tingting. He finally understood that loving a woman for a lifetime and remaining chaste for her was virtually impossible, because "love" is something acted upon, not something merely "thought." Even if a man harbors a thought of "love," when faced with an immediate opportunity for "love," he will generally ignore the thought and act on the immediate possibility. This was why, despite his own feelings for Yuan Tingting, he hadn't been able to resist the temptation when Xia Bing offered herself to him.

Having grasped this, Yang Letian seemed to have found a theoretical basis for his actions, and his guilt towards Yuan Tingting lessened considerably. Yang Letian still felt a pang of guilt towards Xia Bing. He hadn't expected her to be a virgin, even though she had initiated it; it was still her first time. The girl had given him her precious first time, and he couldn't give her anything in return, couldn't even promise her anything. This made Yang Letian uneasy.

"What are you thinking about?" Xia Bing asked softly, nestled in his arms.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know this was yours..." Yang Letian stammered.

Xia Bing smiled gently and said, "You didn't know this was my first time, did you?" Yang Letian blushed, realizing she'd hit the nail on the head, and nodded slightly.

"Hmph! Do you think I'm the kind of woman who sleeps with men casually?" Xia Bing said, feigning anger.

Yang Letian quickly said, "You know I didn't mean that, I just..."

"Hehe, I know you didn't mean that. Okay, don't say anything more. I just want to tell you one thing: no matter if we can be together in the future? No matter where you go tomorrow? You've left me with a beautiful memory. Really! I'm really happy now." She then hugged Yang Letian even tighter.

Hearing Xia Bing's words, Yang Letian was deeply moved, but at the same time, he felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. He thought, since she didn't mind, why should he hold a grudge? If he hadn't met Yuan Tingting before, he might have stayed and spent his life with Xia Bing. But now he had met Yuan Tingting, and Yuan Tingting loved him so much. In terms of looks, family background, and social status, Yuan Tingting was far superior to Xia Bing. The only thing Xia Bing had over Yuan Tingting was that she had given him her virginity, but Yang Letian no longer cared about that. From the moment Qin Xiaolu left him, Yang Letian knew that for a man, the most important things were money and status. Without these two things, even love that was within his grasp was difficult to hold onto. Wasn't Qin Xiaolu leaving him the best proof of that? And obtaining these two things, without Yuan Tingting's help, was unlikely to be achieved, at least in the short term.

These thoughts had been swirling in Yang Letian's mind for a long time, but they were always vague. Only after being sent here by the head office as a regional manager did these ideas gradually become clearer. Although this place was small and couldn't compare to Linhai City, he received different treatment here. He was valued and respected, and money came much more easily, allowing him to experience the benefits of money and status. Without Yuan Tingting's help, he wouldn't have achieved any of this, and he certainly wouldn't have met Xia Bing.

Chapter Thirty-One: Back to Linhai

"Why aren't you saying anything again? Are you unhappy?" Xia Bing looked up and asked cautiously. It seems that no matter how arrogant and willful a woman was before, once she has had the most intimate relationship with you, she will become as docile and obedient as a kitten.

"No, I'm not upset, go to sleep." Yang Letian stroked her smooth, white shoulders and said,

"You...you don't want to do it again?" Xia Bing asked shyly, touching Yang Letian's gradually hardening penis.

Yang Letian did want to do it again, but he knew that Xia Bing was a virgin and couldn't withstand too much lovemaking, so he teased, "Silly girl, if we do it again, you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

Xia Bing let out a soft moan and buried her head in Yang Letian's chest in embarrassment. After a long while, she whispered, "I want to."

"Alright, alright, go to sleep." Yang Letian patted her back gently, as if coaxing a child who refused to sleep.

"Then...aren't you sad?" Xia Bing continued to stroke his already hard penis.

Yang Letian felt both amused and annoyed, thinking to himself, "It's better if you don't touch me; the more you touch me, the more upset I get." He thought this but couldn't say it aloud, so he said insincerely, "I'm not upset, you can go to sleep."

"Hehe, you're so sweet." Xia Bing kissed him on the cheek, then hugged his neck, and soon fell into a deep sleep in his arms. But Yang Letian couldn't sleep at all. His arm, used as a pillow by Xia Bing, was almost numb, but he didn't want to pull away. He preferred to be pressed down by Xia Bing, as a small compensation for her. He stayed up until late at night before finally drifting off to sleep.

The next day, when Yang Letian woke up, Xia Bing was gone. Yang Letian picked up his phone and saw it was already 8:40. He guessed Xia Bing had gone to work. Yang Letian stretched in bed, took deep breaths, and smelled the lingering scent of their bodily fluids in the air. A surge of desire rose from his lower abdomen. Yang Letian quickly got out of bed and did some exercises to distract himself. Suddenly, he noticed a note on the bedside table. He picked it up and read it; it was a message from Xia Bing: "I'm going to work, so I won't see you off. Don't call to say goodbye, because I'm afraid that if I hear your voice, I won't be able to resist asking you to stay. But I know you won't stay for me, so it's better to let you choose freely than to put you in a difficult position. Also, I want to tell you that I was really happy last night, and I think it will be the most beautiful memory of my life." It was signed "Yours truly, Bing."

After reading it, Yang Letian felt a pang of guilt, a touch of emotion, and a faint sense of melancholy. He felt he couldn't stay there any longer. The best way to avoid being reminded of those memories was to leave the place that stirred those feelings. So he hastily packed his things and left Xia Bing's place, heading straight to the Yingchun Hotel. After arriving at the hotel, paying the bill, and collecting his belongings, Yang Letian took a taxi to the train station.

Originally, he wanted to fly back to Linhai, but that would require taking a bus to Hefei first, then flying to Linhai, which Yang Letian found troublesome. Taking the train, although longer, offered a direct route to Linhai without needing to get on or off, making it much more convenient. Therefore, Yang Letian chose to return by train. Another reason he wasn't in a hurry to go back was that shortly after leaving Xia Bing's place, he received a call from Yuan Tingting. Yuan Tingting told him that the company had made a last-minute decision, requiring her to go to Europe that day, possibly for about a week. Hearing this news, Yang Letian felt quite disappointed and less eager to return. It

was already past 11 PM when he arrived in Linhai. Exiting the station, the square was brightly lit, and the streets across the way were bustling with traffic. Although it was late, the nightlife of this coastal city was just beginning.

"Handsome, want to have some fun?" a coquettish voice called out to Yang Letian. Yang Letian knew this was a prostitute, the kind who solicited customers near train and bus stations—the lowest-class "chickens.

" "No, no," Yang Letian waved his hands repeatedly without turning around.

The prostitute, however, persisted, chasing after him, "Handsome, come have some fun! My skills are excellent, you can play with both my mouth and yours, and I guarantee it's safe. It's only fifty yuan, come on!" She then grabbed Yang Letian's arm, blocking his path. Forced to stop, Yang Letian looked up at the prostitute standing before him. She was scantily clad, her face thickly powdered, snow-white, and her lips painted a bright red. Fortunately, her mouth was relatively small; otherwise, the phrase "blood-red mouth" would have been most apt. Fortunately, the place was brightly lit, like daytime. If he had encountered her in some dimly lit alley, wouldn't he have been terrified? He might have thought she was an actress playing a zombie or ghost from a horror movie who hadn't removed her makeup.

Because of her heavy makeup, Yang Letian couldn't immediately tell her real age, but she did have a pretty good figure—full breasts and a curvy bottom. But no matter how good her figure was, Yang Letian wasn't interested in her. He said, "No, I'm not interested." After saying that, he shook off her hand, walked around her, and prepared to hail a taxi at the roadside.

Unexpectedly, the woman persisted, saying, "Handsome, just have a go, have pity on me. I've been standing here all night, haven't made a single sale, and my husband and kids are waiting for me to bring money home to buy rice. If you think fifty is too expensive, thirty will do, or even twenty. Just consider it a meal for my family."

Seeing her so desperate, Yang Letian felt a pang of sadness, thinking, "How difficult it is for people at the bottom of society! Even though she's just a prostitute, she's a hundred times better than those who cheat, swindle, and steal."

At this moment, Yang Letian reached the roadside and flagged down a taxi. Seeing that there was no hope, the prostitute stopped in disappointment and turned to leave. "Wait," Yang Letian called after her, then took a fifty-yuan note from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand before getting into the taxi.

The car slowly started moving. Through the window, Yang Letian saw the prostitute still standing on the roadside, staring blankly in his direction. Her gaze seemed to hold surprise, mockery, and a hint of gratitude. But Yang Letian didn't care anymore. He thought that regardless of whether what she said was true or false, one thing was undeniable: her life was indeed very difficult. This could be seen from her cheap clothes and cosmetics. He would consider it giving aid to the poor.

He remembered once when he was having dinner with He Xiao, He Xiao had given a systematic classification of the prostitution industry. He said the worst kind of prostitute was the one Yang Letian had just encountered. These prostitutes solicited customers near train and bus stations, targeting mostly out-of-towners and migrant workers. The price was very cheap, only twenty or thirty yuan per session. Some didn't even need a venue; they could just find a dimly lit place and finish the job with a simple movement. However, these people are also quite pitiful and deserving of sympathy. No one would resort to this unless they were desperate and had no other choice. Slightly better off than those prostitutes are those working in small beauty salons and barbershops on the roadside. At least these prostitutes have a fixed place and don't need to go out to solicit customers, thus avoiding a lot of hardship from the wind and sun. Oh, no, only wind, no sun, because those in this line of work are usually night shift workers. A level above that are the prostitutes in star-rated hotels, saunas, massage parlors, and bars. These prostitutes just accompany customers for food and drinks, and the tips are usually around 200 yuan. If it's an escort service, the fee is extra. In short, a complete service costs at least 500 or 600 yuan. Therefore, there are quite a few prostitutes with assets of hundreds of thousands, or even millions. He Xiao said that although these "chickens" earned a lot of money, they could not be considered the highest-grade "chickens." At that time, Yang Letian was very curious and asked him, "If earning so much money can't be considered the highest-grade 'chicken,' then what is the highest-grade?" Although He Xiao usually called Yang Letian "boss" this and "boss" that, Yang Letian was ashamed of himself when it came to visiting prostitutes.

He Xiao laughed, "The highest-class ones are of course the 'chickens' in upscale members-only clubs. The members of those clubs are all multi-millionaires, paying hundreds of thousands in membership fees every year. The 'chickens' they provide are naturally extraordinary—young, beautiful, and stunning. Their looks and demeanor are comparable to TV stars, and they all have respectable professions outside the club; some are even celebrities. Of course, their services are expensive; you can't get a single session for less than ten thousand yuan."

Hearing He Xiao's boastful talk, Yang Letian laughed and said, "So it seems you've tried all four levels."

"Pshaw! Do you think I'm a bull in heat, going after every female? Let me tell you, those two lower-class ones are never even on my radar." He Xiao said indignantly, his expression like that of a revolutionary youth from the 1920s. However, his expression didn't last long before he adopted the typical look of a john, saying, "Hehe, boss, that top-class 'chicken' really tasted good, so satisfying! Haha..." followed by a burst of lewd laughter.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Transferred from His Post .

Yang Letian was quite envious of him at the time, thinking that it was fucking good to be rich, to do whatever you wanted. But despite his envy, Yang Letian generally refused his frequent invitations to go out and fool around with him. This wasn't because he was particularly virtuous at the time, but because he hadn't found a job and wasn't in the mood for such things. Besides, his relationship with Qin Xiaolu was still relatively stable and harmonious.

Now, Yang Letian no longer envied him. Although He Xiao was still richer than him, he was content to have a woman as excellent as Yuan Tingting loving him. Besides Yuan Tingting, there were also Xia Bing, Sister Yun, and other women with whom he had complicated relationships, although Yang Letian didn't know whether they would bring him fortune or misfortune. But having so many beautiful women with whom he had ambiguous relationships still made him quite proud.

Thinking of Sister Yun, Yang Letian remembered his promise to her at the airport to call her when he returned. But it was already midnight, and Yang Letian didn't want to disturb her, so he called He Xiao instead. The call went through, but no one answered after a long time. He dialed again, and finally someone answered.

"Hello, who is it?" He Xiao's voice sounded strange, as if he was panting or suppressing something. Yang Letian knew perfectly well what he was doing. This guy was definitely not asleep at this hour; he was either at home with his girlfriend, doing their marital rituals, or at some entertainment venue, engaging in illicit affairs with a prostitute.

"It's me. It's only been a few days! You can't even recognize my voice?" Yang Letian deliberately shouted. The driver kept glancing at him in the rearview mirror.

"Ah? It's Boss. When did you get back?" He Xiao's voice was calmer. Yang Letian could faintly hear a woman's voice on the phone, saying, "You're so annoying!"

Yang Letian chuckled and said, "I just got back, so I just wanted to let you know. Okay, you can keep fighting. I won't bother you anymore."

"Hehe, Boss, you understand me! Okay, that's settled then. I'll treat you to a welcome-back dinner tomorrow. Bye!" He hung up the phone impatiently. Just as he hung up, Yang Letian heard a woman's scream from the other end. It seemed that this guy had re-entered her body. Yang Letian shook his head with a smile and cursed, "That little pervert."

Back at work, Yang Letian was quite excited. He fixed his hair and tie in front of the mirror in the elevator before walking into his office with his usual smile.

"Wow! Letian, you're back!" Xiao Li, with sharp eyes, spotted Yang Letian before he even stepped inside. Hearing Xiao Li's words, the others looked up at the door and, seeing Yang Letian, gathered around.

"Xiao Yang, when did you get back? Yesterday?"

"Xiao Yang, you've been away for quite a while, over a month!"

"Letian, you're riding high now!"

...

A flurry of questions erupted, and Yang Letian smiled and answered them one by one. While chatting with everyone, he glanced at Chen Jun. Chen Jun didn't join the others in gathering around Yang Letian; instead, she sat at her desk, watching him with a half-smile, her thoughts unknown.

Just then, Yang Letian suddenly noticed a strange girl sitting at his desk, looking at him. Yang Letian was puzzled, thinking, "She's probably new, but why is she sitting in my seat? If she's there, where am I supposed to sit?"

Seeing Yang Letian looking at the girl, Xiao Li quickly said, "Oh, right, I forgot to introduce you. This is the new college graduate, named Wu Shan." Then he pointed to Yang Letian and said to Wu Shan, "This is quite an extraordinary person! He used to sit at your desk, but he only sat there for a few days and is already on the verge of success. He's Yang Letian, the great talent!" Although Xiao Li spoke jokingly, there was a hint of envy and jealousy in his tone.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What great talent? You're just making things up," Yang Letian laughed and scolded. Then he smiled and nodded at Wu Shan, saying, "Hello!"

"Hello!" Wu Shan replied.

"Where's my seat?" Yang Letian still didn't understand why she had taken his seat, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Hey! Are you really unaware, or are you pretending not to know to provoke us?" Xiao Li said.

"I really don't know, what happened?" Yang Letian said innocently.

Xiao Li looked Yang Letian up and down and said, "Looks like you really don't know. Let me tell you, you've been transferred out of this bank and gone to head office. Sigh! Thinking about me, I've been working here for almost two years and I'm still stuck in the same place. But you've been here for less than half a year and you've already been promoted and given a raise. Sigh, comparing yourself to others is infuriating." After saying that, he sighed repeatedly and pretended to be in pain, which made Wu Shan cover her mouth and laugh.

"Ah! Transferred now?" Yang Letian thought to himself. Although he knew that his position would definitely change after he came back, he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. It seems that Yuan Tingting had already arranged everything here, just waiting for him to come back to receive his reward.

Just then, Director Wang from the HR department walked in. Seeing Yang Letian, he said, "Little Yang, you're back! You've been transferred to head office. Report there quickly. As for your specific work, they'll arrange that."

"Okay, I'll be going now. Everyone, get busy," Yang Letian said.

"Letian, don't forget me now that you're successful! I'm counting on you to look after me!" Xiao Li added, not forgetting to chime in.

"Hehe, I wonder what I'll be doing? Maybe I'll be a errand boy again," Yang Letian said insincerely.

"Let's go, I have a document to deliver to the branch office downstairs. I'll give you a ride," Chen Jun, who hadn't spoken until now, said.

"Okay, let's go!"

The two walked out of the office together.

"Hehe, I never expected you to even hook up with the boss's daughter," Chen Jun suddenly said in the elevator.

Yang Letian was startled and quickly said, "What? Who hooked up with the boss's daughter? Don't talk nonsense, okay?"

"Hehe, don't try to fool me. Ever since Yuan Tingting asked you to go to the head office meeting with her that time, I knew something was off between you two. Also, look at the way she looks at you, you can tell she likes you. Well, you've got some skills after all," Chen Jun teased.

"Nonsense! What makes you think something's wrong between us? Just because we were in a meeting together? Just because of her eyes?" Yang Letian retorted guiltily.

"Hehe, why should I? Just based on my intuition about women. Besides, if she didn't like you, why would she so strongly recommend you to manage a project? You're a newbie who's only been here for less than three months. Why would she give you that opportunity? Of course, it's undeniable that you're quite capable and did a fantastic job on the project, but sometimes opportunity is the most important thing."

Yang Letian was speechless. He hadn't expected this seemingly impulsive and bold girl to be so meticulous. Yang Letian couldn't think of anything to refute her, so he could only laugh awkwardly, which was tantamount to admitting it.

"Hehe, don't worry, since you don't want to make your relationship public, I'll keep it a secret for you. But as for the hush money..." Chen Jun said with a wink.

Yang Letian couldn't help but laugh at her comical appearance and said, "Hehe, I knew you weren't that kind. Fine, I'll treat you to dinner another day, is that alright?"

"Hehe, that's more like it." Chen Jun smiled smugly.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Yang Letian took the opportunity to squeeze out alongside her. As they squeezed, Yang Letian secretly pinched her full, firm buttocks with one hand.

"You're so annoying!" Chen Jun covered her face with her documents and glared at Yang Letian. Yang Letian, in turn, gave her a smug smile, adopting a thoroughly shameless and lewd demeanor.

Yang Letian had been worried that Chen Jun would change her attitude after learning about his relationship with Yuan Tingting, because based on previous indications, Chen Jun liked him. But unexpectedly, now that she knew, she not only didn't get angry, but even seemed somewhat happy. This made Yang Letian breathe a sigh of relief, but also left him with a slight sense of disappointment. So, when they exited the elevator, he took the opportunity to sexually harass Chen Jun to see her reaction. Her reaction was the same as before—neither angry nor blaming him; on the contrary, it seemed somewhat encouraging. Yang Letian was puzzled; he didn't know what she meant.

"Forget it, I'm not going to think about it anymore. I won't figure it out no matter how much I think about it. I'll just let nature take its course." With that thought, Yang Letian snapped his fingers at the sky, then got into a taxi and told the driver, "Go to the Giant Dragon Building."

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