Unexpected Beauty

Inspector Wu was a government official, so I naturally went out of my way to embellish his identity. In fact, he wasn't a high-ranking official; nobody would
have heard of him if I told them his full name. It just so happened that he was an official connected to our company's business. In a situation where people aren't afraid of officials but only of those in charge, his name alone commanded respect
.
It was a special occasion; some of the bosses hosted a banquet for Inspector Wu, and about four or five of us involved in the case accompanied him. The boss deliberately
chose a famous shark fin restaurant, and specifically instructed us to dress well and speak properly, even giving individual instructions... "Xiao Chen! Wu Sir likes..."
I wanted a hot drink, so I went out to pour myself a cup of hot tea. All the way there, my mind was completely occupied by Ja Ji's face and his manner of speaking
. "Sister Lin, Wu Sir doesn't like people wearing heavy lipstick, so you should wear lighter makeup today..." We suppressed our laughter, looking at Sister Lin as she suppressed her anger: "Yes, that's
why my heart is racing!" He had deep features, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and well-defined features, and he wasn't wearing glasses. My intuition reminded me of the name "Pan An," something
I might pay attention to in classical Chinese literature. "He made a series of promptings (one after another). When it was my turn, his eyes swept over me: 'Sandrea, Sir Wu likes handsome men,
please dress nicely tonight...' 'Wear less!' one colleague teased.
I smiled and shook my head: 'I'd rather hear what your business card says.' (This is also a standard answer, which is to not say anything explicitly, but it's already too obvious.
) 'Yeah, wear that cleavage-revealing one!' another colleague agreed.
They were referring to the Morgan dress I wore to last year's year-end party." T-shirt. I also had a scarf with me. Amidst the drinking and teasing at the table, I
took it off. The scene was so chaotic it almost looked like the table was being overturned. Everyone kept whistling and shouting for me to take it off again, even the girls joined in the teasing.
I thought to myself, "I guess you just want to see it!" But I still nodded politely, "Okay, boss, I understand." That night, I chose a sexy but
not revealing dress, a black backless mini-dress from Mango. The front was tied with straps; if you tied it seven or eight times, your cleavage wouldn't be showing, but if you didn't tie it,
your chest would be wide open. I adjusted it, tying four knots, creating a slightly low, subtly revealing cleavage.
I left satisfied... During the meal, the boss, of course, fawned over me; we raised our glasses and toasted him, wishing him a speedy promotion. Director X, of course
, wouldn't be complete without this kind of sycophantic display. Sir Wu was also in high spirits, chatting and laughing with us, but he didn't particularly leer at me or talk to me much.
After a brief discussion, we announced we were going to a karaoke bar for another round, and unless something came up, everyone would go together. Sister Lin was the first to announce she had something to do, but the others said they were fine
and would go together.
I was about to get into the car of the colleague who brought me when my boss suddenly came over and whispered to me, "...Sandrea, come with me, we're
riding in Sir Wu's car." I was a little confused, but since my boss had instructed me, I couldn't be too casual, so I followed. My boss led me to Sir Wu's
very large, black Mercedes.
That one sentence from my boss overestimated my rank by at least four or five levels!
"So, Old Wang, you always pick handsome men as your assistants, huh? Haha..." Wu Sir glanced at me with a hint of lust, and the boss smiled obsequiously. We got
into the car .
The boss deliberately said, "Sandrea, you sit in the back with Wu Sir and explain the case to him. I'll sit in the front..." This was obviously a slap in the face.
He smiled again and said, "Please be sure to carefully observe the arrogance later!" "Hmm..." I still hadn't recovered and said.
"Your skin is so soft, I just want to take a bite." He stuck out his tongue and drew more forcefully on my nipple.
It was a beauty trap.
In fact, my position didn't allow me to understand much about decision-making processes. But his real intentions weren't what they seemed; it had always been that way.
Once in the car, Sir Wu's eyes were constantly lecherously scanning my figure. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I understood my boss's intentions,
so I had to cooperate by chatting with Sir Wu in an even more coquettish voice than usual (Lin Chi-ling wasn't that famous then, but no man wouldn't love that tone
). Actually, nothing unexpected happened. Sir Wu probably just openly and casually stared at me; he wouldn't actually try anything. I also
openly let him keep glancing at my chest.
"
You're beautiful, have a great figure, a slim waist, and big breasts..." This time he sucked even harder, while his other hand kneaded them forcefully.
(One more thing: if a guy looks down at a girl's cleavage on New Year's Eve, don't be naive and think you haven't been noticed. The girl doesn't even need to look at you directly; she already
knows where you're looking!) At the karaoke bar, the atmosphere became lively again. They started singing, and then they egged me on to drink with them and toast Sir Wu.
Of course, I couldn't refuse the atmosphere. I was a little unhappy at first, but actually, in terms of seniority and age, I was the youngest in the room, and… then I thought, I'm also…
At this point, someone suggested I play rock-paper-scissors with Sir Wu; the loser would drink.
After that, everyone sang happily, and took turns toasting Sir Wu whenever they felt like it . Sir was drinking.
Sir Wu had a high alcohol tolerance; he drank without getting drunk, but strangely, everyone was egging him on to join in. I drank at least ten glasses of Heineken before
starting to feel a bit dizzy.
At this point, the boss, seeing the good atmosphere, gestured for us to focus on singing. He sat between Sir Wu and me, whispering, "Sir Wu,
our case, right now it's like this and that… waiting for this and that…" They started talking about business, while I comfortably lay back, watching everyone sing.
I noticed Sir Wu was really putting in the effort, completely different from his earlier nonchalant self, earnestly discussing things with the boss.
(Actually, many deals in the business world are completed this way. Another location is a golf course.
The number of deals closed in these two locations far exceeds those in the office. It's like a game of chance. If you're willing to do business in these locations,
you'll be more inclined to do it... Sir Wu happily toasted me.
Sir said, "This idea I just came up with should be feasible, but I need to confirm it with you. I'll call one of my assistants; he's the most knowledgeable about this part of the business."
He picked up his phone and went outside to make the call. When he returned, he said, "He'll be here right away, wait a moment." The boss was very happy, seeing that the business was progressing, and picked up his glass again:)
"Come on, Sandra, let's toast Sir Wu!" He should have just toasted himself, why call me?! ... (A minute later, there was a knock on the door,
and a man walked in.
The moment he walked in, my drunkenness vanished!
He was about thirty years old, about 170 cm tall, of medium build, with fair skin, and his manners and speech were impeccable. The most important thing was his face; it instantly captivated me.)
This is roughly how Pan An was described.
He wore a small ponytail, which added a touch of wickedness and wildness to his handsome features, somewhat resembling Qi Qin, but even more striking and captivating. His movements were steady,
his voice deep, and his enunciation clear and assertive; I believe no girl could resist him.
(I deliberately avoided any clues that might reveal his identity. However, I still think some might guess. His appearance is quite unique,
and I won't confirm it for you anyway.) Wu Sir introduced him as JA Ji Jian S. He sat down and began to analyze the situation and debate with the boss in a structured manner.
I watched from the side, almost mesmerized.
They debated for a long time, about half an hour. During this time, I kept stealing glances at him. He sat upright and spoke eloquently, which made me feel a
sense of nostalgia, like I was back in middle school.
They seemed to have reached a conclusion. The boss happily shook hands with Wu Sir and generously ordered a large amount of drinks and alcohol to celebrate. The party
was over.
On the way back, a figure walked up to me. I stopped, looked up, and almost called out.
"Hello, I'm JA Ji Jian!" he said with a charming smile.
"I... I'm Sandra," I said, trying to remain calm.
"You're Mr. Wang's special assistant? I really need to get to know you better. There will be many areas where I'll need your help in the future." He smiled.
"I'm just a small staff member," I said.
This was the truth, but he took it as humility.
"Capable and beautiful, Mr. Wang really picked the best!" He still smiled as he handed me the business card: "I'm JA Ji Jian S, this is my business card. If
Miss Sandra needs any assistance from us, please contact me directly." "Hmm..." I took it, unsure how to respond.
His eyes were deep and bright, fixed on me, as if he could see right through my deepest thoughts. "
Please take a good look at this later; it will make our future cooperation even more pleasant." "Hmm..." I accepted it and said.
He waved his hand: "Then I'm leaving. Please be sure to read my business card carefully! Bye-bye!" And just like that, with a charming smile, he left.
I stood there, wondering why he emphasized it three times? I
picked up the business card; on the back it read: "Sandra, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I wish I could tell you in person how beautiful you are! I work at K..." "I'll be waiting for
you at this convenient shop next to the TV. If it's inconvenient for you, I'll leave in half an hour. I want to see you! JA Ji Jian." (I must say,
I'm not the kind of woman who would immediately run to him for sex with a note, nor is this tactic suitable for everyone, but with a super handsome man like
this , one move is enough! Just like if Wang Leehom asked you out for a one-night stand, you wouldn't care whether he planned the scene properly. Because he's Wang Leehom,
that's enough!) I went back to the private room, struggled for a while, but still couldn't control myself. I made up an excuse to leave first, saying I'd take the MRT home.
"Ah, Miss Sandrea, you're leaving?" Wu Sir said, sounding a little disappointed.
I said goodbye, picked up my bag, and went out. I called my teacher to tell him I wouldn't be home that night. He seemed to know tacitly and didn't say
anything .
"I have things to do too, I won't be going back," he said.
Having resolved the technical issue, I went down to the first floor and saw a convenience store to the right of the exit, so I went inside.
He was looking down at a trade weekly magazine; seeing me, he smiled and closed the magazine.
"I almost finished reading all the magazines here," he chuckled, picking up a magazine and walking to the counter: "This one, and this one…" He also grabbed a box of
condoms.
We pretended nothing was wrong, and he led me to his car in the alley, started the engine, and started driving… We chatted casually along the way. I then
discovered he had a master's degree from the US, and after returning to China, he first worked for some private companies before being recruited by Mr. Wu, who had him pass the civil service exam and hire him.
"I don't want to stay here forever. I think I'll grow into a congressional assistant or work for a political party," he said.
He would contact me again later, but I made it clear to him that it was just for one night.
I also chatted with him briefly about how I wasn't actually a special assistant, just a junior staff member. He smiled gently and drove elegantly.
My God, why is even his gentle smile so charming?
He turned the car into a motel, and without turning off the engine, he looked back at me. We were silent for a moment.
"Boss Wang said you got married, but I didn't see your ring?" he said.
Suddenly, he took the business card back, took out a pen, wrote some words, and handed it to me again: "I wrote down some of my business details, these related business details...
" I couldn't think of a way to explain: "It hurt, so I took it off." He smiled again: "Sandrea, we're both adults, we
both know what we're going to do next. At this moment, I want you to think it through, we can both take responsibility for our actions. You just need to say one word, and I
'll drive you home now." (This is the true demeanor of a seasoned professional. This means a mutual agreement: I'm giving you a chance to back out, if you don't want it, it
means you're willing to sleep with me, and then...) "Don't blame me or sue me." This sounds like a well-coordinated conversation between experts, requiring no translation. )
He smiled knowingly and turned off the stove.
He first adjusted the lights, turned on soft music, and took a drink from the refrigerator. He placed the drink by the bedside, then walked towards me. Without saying a word,
he gently put his arm around my shoulder and kissed me passionately… Being kissed by a handsome face was already enough to make my legs weak. I closed my eyes and felt his straight
nose gently pressing against my face, his tongue gently and slowly exploring my lips, our tongues slowly and probingly intertwining; his tongue began to boldly
talk about cars with me. "You know a lot about cars, remember to talk to him about cars more often, understand?" "Yes, boss!" Xiao Chen said.

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