Love and sex with a woman eight years my senior

Like most people my age, I used to like young and pretty girls. Everything changed after I met Sister Wang,

a woman eight years my senior who had been my boss and lover.

In 2000, I took leave from the government office where I had worked for two years, leaving behind

the environment that had almost suffocated me. With my sister's help, I found a job at her friend's company. My family thought I

wouldn't be able to handle the work environment of a private company and wouldn't last long, especially my sister. However, to her surprise,

I stayed there for three whole years, and even more surprisingly, I developed a

deeply .

My sister told me she was divorced and had dated several men, but all relationships ended in failure;

she was even scammed out of money. So, she became disillusioned and decided not to date again. But her business flourished, and now she's

the wealthiest among her classmates—a real rich woman. Before meeting her, I was quite worried about

working for someone like her, because in my mind, single, wealthy women were often eccentric and difficult to get along with. But

after actually spending time with her, I discovered she was a very kind person. All the employees in the company affectionately called her Sister Wang.

She was in her early thirties, with a fair complexion without a single wrinkle, a full figure, and a great sense of style. She

was decisive and efficient , a truly charming woman.

Wanting to escape the constraints of my family, I decided to rent an apartment. With my sister's help, I moved into Sister Wang's office suite on the second floor of

the company building —Sister Wang's bedroom, though she had never actually lived there! This was a

small company that combined kitchenware distribution and kitchen design and renovation. The company was still expanding and had about twenty employees, mostly

women. Because of the company's expansion, management and daily operations were rather chaotic. When I first joined, I did

n't have any substantial work and often filled in for others. However, because I cherished the opportunity to work independently,

I worked very hard, often finding my own jobs, and never cared about salary or benefits. (My family is

well-off; I receive 70% of my salary, so I'm not short of money.) Sister Wang is a meticulous person.

She silently observes everything I do, and she seems to have noticed some of my

opinions . One day after working overtime, Sister Wang took everyone out to dinner. After dinner, instead of going home as usual, she drove me back to the company. Once there, she had a long talk with me. I mustered up my courage and told Sister Wang

my views and some ideas, and she listened very attentively. Finally, she said, "Okay, that's enough for today. It's late; you should rest." The next day, Sister Wang held my first company-wide meeting, and surprisingly, she announced that I would be the company manager, responsible for the company's daily operations. The following days were the most successful period ; everything went smoothly. Because of the clear rewards and punishments, the employees were highly motivated, and Sister Wang's excellent interpersonal skills brought the company a steady stream of revenue. Sister Wang also trusted me more and more, and even when I occasionally made mistakes, I received her tolerance and encouragement. 　　The following spring, the company received a large project: the installation and design of kitchen appliances for the first phase of the municipal tax system's staff housing project . This was a very profitable project, so I took it , visiting the site almost every day to ensure quality. During that time, I often went to the site in the afternoon and didn't return to the company until evening. Sister Wang would often drive to pick me up, buy me clothes, and take me out to eat. At that time, I didn't think about anything else, until the night —everything changed! 　　Because the second and third phases of the project were equally profitable, it was inevitable that we would have to treat those tax bureau officials to meals and drinks, and give them red envelopes (bribes). That night, I witnessed Sister Wang's drinking capacity for the first time, and I also drank a lot . It was the first time I'd seen a woman drink so much for a living, while also dealing with the lecherous men's inappropriate remarks and unwanted advances. Suddenly, I don't know where I got the courage, but I took Sister Wang's glass and drank a lot for her. After dinner, Sister Wang was already drunk, but she still managed to get us a room and a prostitute before we left the hotel. She was unable to move in the car. She handed me the car keys, said, "Can you drive?" and then didn't say anything more. Having only recently gotten my driver's license, I actually drove her home that night. Once home, she started vomiting incessantly. I had just finished cleaning up when she vomited again, and she didn't calm down until dawn. I don't know when, but I also fell asleep on the edge of the bed. When I woke up, it was already 3 PM. Luckily, it was the weekend, so I didn't have to work. 　　After waking up, I looked around and realized I was at Sister Wang's house. My head was throbbing. Sister Wang, wearing pajamas, came out of the kitchen and said, "I was going to have you sleep on the bed, but you were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't wake you. Go take a shower and change into the new clothes I bought you." After I showered and changed, I came out to find food already laid out on the table. She sat down and beckoned me to come over. Her cooking was really good; every dish was delicious. Perhaps I was really hungry, because I started eating. It took me a long time to realize she hadn't eaten; she was just staring at me, her eyes brimming with tears. I asked her, "Sister, what's wrong?" She didn't answer; tears were already streaming down her face. I reached out to hold her hand to comfort her, but she gripped it tightly. Suddenly, I felt like a grown man. I got up, went over, and hugged her, letting her lean against me. She suddenly turned and hugged me, bursting into tears. Her trembling body evoked my pity and ignited a fire within me. I lowered my head to kiss her, and her lips met mine quickly and precisely, her soft tongue slipping inside. Sucking on her slightly sweet tongue, smelling the Lanc?me perfume, my desire was gradually aroused. I picked her up; she was a little heavy, but that only fueled my latent desire to conquer. I placed her on the large bed, tore open her nightgown, and revealed her breasts completely. Those were breasts that no man could resist—full, white, and firm. I impulsively lowered my head and suckled them greedily. She moaned and began to undress me. My lips slowly moved down her chest, tracing every inch of her skin. She was completely aroused. When I kissed her clitoris through her thick pubic hair, her body trembled. She ran her hands through my hair, stroking it, and began to moan loudly. My tongue repeatedly brushed against her clitoris , bringing her to her peak. She moaned, her legs clamping tightly around my head, her penis throbbing intensely and persistently . When I kissed her breasts a second time, she began to grasp my penis, guiding me into her. She wasn't my first woman, but she was the one who ignited the most passion in me. As I entered her, she trembled again.

Her vagina was already a wet, warm expanse, tightly enveloping me. With each powerful thrust, she almost screamed.

I felt the fluid gushing from her vagina, heard the sounds of impact and soft hissing, and with

a heavy groan from her throat, she climaxed again. That afternoon, we tried different positions

, making love countless times, and each time I brought her and me to ecstasy.

In the evening, we lay on the large bed on the thirteenth floor of her house. The setting sun gilded her fair, full body

, and she slept soundly in my arms like a child. Looking at her beautiful face, I kissed her tenderly

.

When I woke up again, the moonlight filled the room. She was still fast asleep, a smile on her face. Looking at

this beautiful and capable woman, I couldn't imagine what kind of life she had lived. I only knew that she

had a fragile heart, like all women, yearning for tender care. If she gave me a chance, I would do

everything I could to take care of her. At that moment, I wasn't even sure if she was truly interested in me, or if it was just

another one of the many sexual experiences this rich woman had. I was lost in my own thoughts.

Although it was spring, the nights were still quite chilly, and the heating wasn't as strong as it was in winter. We

were both naked and a bit cold. She seemed cold too, curling up closer to me. I reached out and hugged her. She woke up!

She looked at me with sleepy eyes, smiling, her rosy face like that of a shy little girl. Her hand stroked my

chest , without looking at me, and she whispered, "You're so great!" That night we talked a lot, about my past girlfriends,

her unhappy marriage, her lovely daughter who was being fostered by her parents, and

the hardships . She cried, saying she could see that I protected her among my employees, often covering for her, and that I

took care of her during social events. She said she liked my sunny and sincere nature, and also my tall and handsome appearance, but she was divorced

and had a daughter. She cried even harder. I held her close and told her I would take care of her for the rest of my life. She

looked at me and asked, "Really?" I nodded, and she held me close again, saying she would never leave me! Another passionate kiss,

caresses, and the ensuing passion. My body was exhausted, but a desire was still growing

within me. She leaned down, her long hair falling on me, tickling me comfortably. She kissed her way down my chest, gently taking me into her mouth. Her

tongue was warm and smooth, and my desire was growing stronger. Her nimble tongue glided across my penis, like a

cool breeze . Each time her tongue brushed against the groove of my penis, it felt like an electric shock. (This was my

first time experiencing oral sex. Although I had given my girlfriend oral sex, I had never let her do it to me before, because she was a virgin when we

got together and wasn't very receptive to it at first. I didn't want to force it, afraid of ruining the atmosphere.) Just as I

was about to ejaculate, I cupped her face and said I wanted to enter her. She smiled and lay down shyly. We

were together again, just as intense as ever. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and the smell of secretions.

I turned her over and entered her from behind. I liked this primal way; it allowed me to go

deeper . The moment I slid in, she moaned loudly. I thrust forward forcefully, feeling my penis hit

something; she almost screamed. Fine beads of sweat covered her body. During the intense thrusting, her vagina contracted

rhythmically and strongly, and she squirted—another perfect orgasm.

I lay panting on her back, feeling like I was falling from a great height, completely weightless. When I

came to my senses, I suddenly remembered to ask her if it was safe. She laughed, pinched my nose, and said, "You only think

of that now? Isn't it a little late?" I quickly got up, grabbed my clothes, and prepared to go out to buy emergency contraception, but she

stopped me, saying it was definitely her safe period, then chuckled mischievously, clearly pleased with herself for successfully teasing me—just like

a little kid.

In the days that followed, she always switched roles between mother, daughter, and lover, giving

me endless joy and happiness. Those were the happiest days of my life to this day! Another climax

brought us a sweet sleep; we slept in each other's arms, without a single dream.

The next day was a sunny Sunday. Since the second and third phases of the tax bureau's project were a sure thing, and more importantly,

it was our first Sunday together, she suggested we go for a spring outing. I was very tired, but I listened to

her anyway, perhaps because of my inner male chauvinism—I believe women should be pampered. She drove her white Citro?n Fukang,

and we drove in the spring sunshine, our hearts as light as the wind, singing all the way. We arrived at a small hill in the distant suburbs. The shady

slopes still had some snow, but the sunny slopes were already covered with colorful wildflowers. We walked on the hillside,

the sun warm and comforting us. She wore casual sportswear, a little loose, but you could still see her great

figure. She was like a little girl, singing and dancing, picking a large bunch of wildflowers. She ran over and lay down on the grass, resting her head on

my lap. I deliberately yelled, which startled her. She asked what was wrong, and I said she was too fat and was hurting my leg.

She realized I was teasing her, got up, and tried to hit me. I quickly limped away. She really thought I was hurting, and

ran over to ask which leg hurt. I laughed and said the middle one, and asked her to rub it. She realized she'd been tricked, and angrily raised

her hand but gently placed it on my back.

The following days became warm and sweet. I no longer had to sleep on that cold bed upstairs at the company.

After work, I had hot water for showers, delicious meals, and a warm home. That period was tiring but also sweet.

Almost would rush to the construction site and stay up until the stars filled the sky, always waiting for Sister Wang

to finish discussing the project and drive me home. (We've known each other for a long time, but I still like to call her that in public and in private. She wants

me to change how I address her, but I just feel comfortable calling her that this way.) I'm a perfectionist at work, so

I often demand rework from my workers. Because I'm meticulous about project quality,

I quickly gained recognition from clients and the industry, my business grew, and the company

expanded from over twenty people to over fifty. For those six months, we could only see each other at night because she trusted me

completely , even though she had been cheated out of money by men before. So she entrusted me with everything at the company,

even asking me about the accounts.

We never made our relationship public because I didn't want people to think I was a kept man, so nobody

knew our true relationship. Therefore, whenever we were alone, we would stick together, as she

said, to make up for lost time. Every night when I got home, I would read the newspaper or go online, while she would quickly shower and go to work.

Meals. Sometimes I would put my arms around her waist from behind and watch her cook, and we would chat idly, exchanging sweet nothings. No

matter how tired she was, she would still cook some of my favorite dishes, pour two small glasses of red wine, and light candles. She would often just

sit with me and watch me eat. She often had social engagements outside and had already eaten several times, but she would always sit and

finish eating with me. After dinner, she would prepare hot water for me, and after I showered, we would lie in bed. She would watch

soap operas and chat with me, while I would flip through the newspaper I hadn't finished reading. Often, before I finished reading the newspaper, she would start

teasing , and we would make love very passionately. Back then, we were young and vigorous, never feeling tired, and always

enjoying ourselves immensely.

She was a sensitive and meticulous woman, taking great care of me. She

would make sure I wore the right clothes every day, even charging my phone and putting cigarettes in my bag. If I didn't wear enough clothes when the weather turned cold, she would

lovingly scold me. However, when I said she wasn't wearing much either, she would say like a little girl that she wanted to "beautifully

endure the cold!" Sigh, there's no way around it. To love the one you love, and to be loved by the one you love—that's true happiness.

I hope this love will last forever.

People say that two people who are together for too long will get tired of each other, but I never feel that way with her

. She's an incredibly charming person. Her love, her coquettishness, her kindness and gentleness will never tire you

; there will only be the passion and sweetness of reuniting after a short separation. I remember it was before the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2001.

The company was simultaneously operating three construction sites, and I had been so busy that I hadn't been home to her for a week. I

had to go to the construction sites during the day and handle a ton of company matters when I got back at night. At that time, she was negotiating with several companies in Zhuhai about

the agency of kitchen furniture. I wanted to go with her, but I really couldn't manage it. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I took some time to drive

back to my hometown in a county town 100 kilometers away, and then rushed back to the company. When I got back, my secretary, Xiao Wang, told me that she

had called say she was home. I knew she hadn't called my cell phone because she was afraid I would be distracted while driving; she's always

so thoughtful. My heart suddenly raced with excitement, but I had a mountain of work to do, so I quickly buried myself in my

work , hoping to get home as soon as possible.

By the time I finished, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon was already high in the sky, and families were enjoying

mooncakes for family reunion. Thinking that she was already waiting for me at home, I sped up. I hadn't called; I

wanted to surprise her. But when I got downstairs, I saw that the light in the thirteenth-floor window was off. I

called home, but no one answered. I suddenly tensed up. Could something have happened? The moment the elevator doors opened, I

rushed over, opened the door, and found the house quiet except for moonlight streaming in through the window. Just as I was wondering what was going on,

the door slammed shut, and someone hugged me from behind. I was startled, then smelled a familiar scent—it was her. Such a grown woman, yet she was playing childish games. Before I could even say anything, her lips were on mine, her warm, sweet tongue

pressing against mine .

Even in the darkness behind the door, I could still see her in a white dress, her bright eyes looking at me passionately

as she said, "I've missed you so much, I want you." The desire I'd suppressed for almost half a month was instantly awakened.

We entwined and fell onto the sofa, then rolled onto the floor. We entered without even foreplay, yet it was still

perfect. She was still so warm and tight around my rock-hard penis. I moved in and out gently and lovingly, her moans

quickening, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back. The pleasure made me increase my pace, and in the moonlight, I

brought her to her peak, and I ejaculated as well. We lay on the floor, looking at the full moon outside the window. I told her

, "I hope that for the rest of my life, she will be by my side every full moon." Suddenly, I felt her

tears fall onto my chest. I wanted to wipe them away, but she pushed my hand away, returning a long and passionate

kiss, more intense than the first time. She began kissing my short hair, my eyes, my lips… …?????? When she

took my penis in her mouth again, arousing it, I felt she was the best woman I had ever met, and I wanted to give her

all my love. Her tongue was like that of a master musician, always finding the most captivating string,

bringing me closer to the climax time and time again. When her tongue tip circled the groove of my penis again, I felt an uncontrollable

tingling sensation . I cupped her face in my hands, signaling that I was about to climax and wanted to penetrate her, but she stopped

me. Her tongue moved even faster, circling and stroking, and I ejaculated in her mouth. I

watched When she came out, I was still embarrassed. How could I have ejaculated in her

mouth? Why couldn't I control myself? She laughed and said, "Look at you, such a grown-up, yet you act like a child who's done something wrong."

I smiled foolishly. She kissed my face, pulled me into her arms, and stroked my hair.

We went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. We were exhausted, but not sleepy at all. We talked about the company's bright future,

about her resounding success on this trip... This was our first Mid-Autumn Festival together. We were both so busy we forgot

to buy mooncakes, and even forgot the meal she had prepared, yet we were still very happy.

Autumn is the most beautiful season in this city, a golden expanse, just like our radiant mood. Our

hard work also paid off: the new kitchenware agency's sales were good, the tax bureau's project was completed smoothly, and thanks to Sister Wang's

excellent interpersonal skills, we quickly received the project payment. Soon after, several smaller projects came our way.

Because I managed the company meticulously, she hardly had to worry about anything, while she always wanted to work hard

for a few more years while she was still relatively young, so she was constantly looking for other opportunities. Opportunity seems to truly favor the prepared;

her college roommate, Xiaolin, suddenly came to us. Xiaolin said that the city was planning to abolish a county in the suburbs and

establish a district, and would relocate all cultural and sports units and several universities there. This was

revealed to her by her father, who was the head of the municipal planning commission, hoping to give his daughter a chance to make a fortune before he retired. Xiaolin

wanted Wang Jie to invest with her to find the best-

located planned to use her father's connections to buy it at a low price, then resell it once the news broke for a

substantial profit. Wang Jie discussed this with me to see if it was feasible. I told her that if the information was reliable, we should do it, even if it meant

selling everything we owned – a golden opportunity. Wang Jie said that was actually her idea, but she wanted to consult me again.

At this time, she was like this, always needing to discuss things with me; perhaps even the strongest woman inherently needs

someone to rely on.

Wang Jie took out all her savings, and I gave her all the money available in the company's accounts. She also

borrowed money from her uncle, who was a political commissar in the traffic police, and together with the six million yuan Xiaolin had raised, they had raised approximately [amount missing].

Fifteen million. Through connections, they acquired a considerable amount of land at an extremely low price, and according to

the planning map Xiaolin's father showed them, the location was superb. The next two months were the most

stressful . We were constantly running around trying to solve cash flow problems, and the worst fear was that the city's plans

might change. Those two months were filled with the fear of going home late and having trouble sleeping at night. Besides our passionate lovemaking,

we would just cuddle and chat. She would often stroke my hair like a mother, gently comforting me, telling me

not to worry, that even if we lost money, we could start over, and that as long as I was with her, she would never

be afraid. She would often tear up while saying this.

At the end of the year, the news finally came out, and land prices in that area began to skyrocket. The relocation of public institutions and

universities drove the prices up to the heavens. Xiaolin kept urging us to sell, and Wang Jie also wanted to cash out as soon as possible. But I still

managed to convince them both. With the relocation of universities, businesses would inevitably get involved, as university students are a significant

consumer group. They believed businesses would offer high prices to buy our street-facing land; our land was like an emperor's

daughter—it wouldn't have to worry about finding a buyer! By early summer of the following year, experts believed the land price there had peaked, and we

started preparing to sell. One weekend, I suddenly had a whim and insisted that Sister Wang take me to see the land. From

the time we bought it until now, when we were about to sell, I hadn't personally seen it once. Sister Wang was happy to go with me,

so we went together. When I arrived, I was stunned by what I saw. In just a few months

, many high-rise buildings had sprung up, and numerous specialty stores had already opened. I inquired about

the rents at shops next to our land, and they were almost as high as in the city center. On the way back, I kept thinking about it. When I got home,

the observant Sister Wang noticed I was preoccupied and asked what I was thinking about. So I revealed my bold plan:

I didn't want to sell the land anymore. Sister Wang stared at me with wide eyes, and I calmly explained my idea. I wanted

to build a commercial and residential building on that plot of land. The ground floor would be shops that could be rented out, and the upper floors would be low-rise buildings, sold as

commercial properties. This would maximize profits, and the rented shops would be a significant asset;

once sold, they would be irreplaceable. Sister Wang agreed with my suggestion and called Xiao Lin. Because of my

previous successful decision, Xiao Lin quickly agreed as well. But we had almost no funds. How could we build the building?

This became our biggest problem.

Sister Wang took out all her savings, and I gave her all the money available in the company's accounts. She also borrowed

money from her uncle, who was a political commissar in the traffic police, and together with the six million Xiao Lin raised, they raised a total of about

fifteen million. Through their connections, they acquired a considerable amount of land at an extremely low price, and according to

the planning map Xiao Lin's father showed them, the location was excellent. The next two months were the most

stressful . We were constantly running around trying to solve cash flow problems, and the worst fear was that the city's development plans

might change. We always came home very late during those two months, and often had trouble sleeping at night. Besides our passionate lovemaking,

we would just cuddle and chat. She would often stroke my hair like a mother, gently comforting me, telling me

not to worry, that even if we lost money, we could start over, and that as long as I was with her, she

would never be afraid. She would often tear up while saying this.

At the end of the year, the news was finally announced, and land prices in that area began to skyrocket. The relocation of public institutions and

universities drove the land prices there to astronomical levels. Xiao Lin kept urging us to sell, and Sister Wang also wanted to cash out as soon as possible. But I

persuaded them both, because with the relocation of universities, businesses would definitely get involved. University students are a significant

consumer group, and businesses would offer high prices to buy our street-facing land. Our land was like an emperor's

daughter—it wouldn't have to worry about finding a buyer! In the early summer of the following year, experts believed the land prices there had peaked, and we

began preparing to sell. One weekend, I suddenly had a whim and insisted that Sister Wang take me to see the land, because

from the time we bought it until now, when we were about to sell, I hadn't personally visited it even once. Sister Wang was happy to go with me,

so we went together. When I arrived, I was stunned by what I saw. In just a few short months,

many high-rise buildings had sprung up, and numerous specialty stores had already opened. I inquired about

the rents at shops next to our plot, and they were almost the same as in the city center. On the way back, I kept thinking about it. When we got home,

the observant Sister Wang noticed I was preoccupied and asked what I was thinking about. So I laid out my bold plan:

I didn't want to sell the land anymore. Sister Wang looked at me with wide eyes, and I slowly explained my thoughts. I wanted to

build a commercial and residential building on that plot of land. The ground floor would be shops that could be rented out, and the upper floors would be low-rise buildings that could be sold as

apartments . This would maximize profits, and the rented shops would be a significant asset;

once sold, they would be irreplaceable. Sister Wang agreed with my suggestion and called Xiao Lin. Because of my

previous successful decision, Xiao Lin quickly agreed as well. But we had almost no funds right now. How could we build the building?

This became our biggest problem.

We were racking our brains over funding for over half a month. That night, I returned home exhausted. As usual,

I opened the door, and she was home, but she didn't offer me slippers or take my coat as usual. Puzzled, I went to

the inner room, but still no one was there. I finally found her in the kitchen. She had just showered and was naked,

wearing a large apron, her entire back turned to me. Even though we lived on the thirteenth floor,

this was the first time she had acted like this. I suddenly had a strong reaction, remembering how we had been so preoccupied with funding that

we hadn't made love in a long time. I walked over, but she didn't look at me or say anything. I stepped forward and hugged her from behind,

inhaling the scent of her shampoo. My hands began to roam over her breasts, my already aroused penis

rubbing against her full buttocks through my pants. Without looking at me, she said, "I thought you were only after money, and you'd forgotten about me." I replied, "Making

money is for us, how could I forget you? I'm already in so much pain!" She smiled, turned her head,

picked up a piece of green vegetable from the pot, and fed it to me, saying, "You're so sweet-talking, it's deadly. This is to reward you." I

casually turned off the gas, picked her up, and said, "Green vegetables are enough to reward me? I want meat!"

I carried her to our large bed, took off her apron, and that familiar, alluring body was once again before my

eyes. I threw off my clothes, bent down, and began to suck and caress her with a drunken, greedy passion. Perhaps this time the interval

was longer, or perhaps she was just waiting for me to come home for a passionate encounter, but soon she wanted more. She...

She gently pushed me onto the bed and began a tender, meticulous kiss. Familiar, intoxicating lips, a captivating tongue,

repeatedly pushed my desire to its peak. With a gentle slide, she was already sitting on my waist. In the early summer night, her alluring

body began to rise and fall, her breasts, which intoxicated me, swaying rhythmically. Her

long hair carried me towards ecstasy. I felt my limit approaching, and reached out to pull her onto me. "Baby,

a condom," she said. She took out a condom and put it on me; its coolness was like the night breeze outside the window. I rolled over and easily

entered her Without rushing, I cupped her face, covered in fine sweat, and kissed her all the way to her neck. Her moans were

the clarion call for another assault, arousing me. My penis began to plunge in, thrusting and pounding. In the intense impact, my penis

was suddenly gripped tightly, then relaxed only to be gripped even more fiercely, repeating this over and over, accompanied by a strong outflow…

After the storm, everything returned to calm. Gentle caresses, whispered secrets—I forgot my fatigue, hunger, worries, and

troubles; I forgot the world and everything in it!

In a half-asleep state, an idea suddenly struck me: why not sell a smaller portion of the land—the less desirable parts

—to raise some funds, and then we could start construction? We could then pre-sell,

and if everything went smoothly, nothing would be a problem. I quickly shared this idea with her, who woke up and asked

why I'd thought of it. I laughed and said it was inspired by sex; being "pressed" down by her, of course I'd

desperately try to find a way out! She playfully pinched my bottom, but then gave me a tender caress and a deep kiss!

What followed seemed almost too good to be true; everything went smoothly. Xiao Lin and I not only earned

a fortune we never imagined, but we also each acquired promising rental properties. By this time, we

were starting to gain some recognition among our group, and Xiao Lin and Sister Wang were already planning a new project. Sister Wang

no longer works much, only occasionally visiting the company she co-owns with Xiaolin. Her

friends have all become my friends, and my business network has grown significantly thanks to my hard work. More importantly,

we've started planning our wedding!

She bought a large house in an upscale community and is busy finding the best interior design companies to design and decorate it. She

's a meticulous woman; she even considered designing the two smaller rooms with a cartoonish theme because she wants another

child like ours. She's almost obsessed with these things, and she's gradually handed over the management of Xiaolin's company to me,

becoming more like a responsible housewife. I chose a young man who had recently graduated from university to be the manager of my old company.

Perhaps because we both grew up in the countryside, I liked his intelligence, honesty, simplicity, and diligence. Life

became , and I started preparing to take her home to meet my parents. I was worried about my parents' objections because they

've worked in government offices their whole lives and are very concerned about their reputation. They only have me as their son, and Sister Wang is divorced

with a child—could they accept that? I know she's even more worried than I am, and she's always hesitant to bring it up. But I know

we love each other, and I will marry her no matter what obstacles there are. After thinking for a long time, I decided to talk to my sister first,

hoping she could talk to our parents. When I arrived at my sister's house in the Buick that Sister Wang had just bought for me,

she very happy. She said she never imagined her little brother from back then would be so successful. I was happy too, and

I took the opportunity to say that Sister Wang was a good person and very supportive. But when I brought up the real issues, my sister suddenly did

a complete 180-degree turn. She was firmly against it. She listed a whole bunch of reasons, including age, experience, and public opinion,

but in short: absolutely not. Finally, she even said that she had heard that Sister Wang had engaged in some

shady dealings with someone in the past for business purposes. She said, regardless of whether the rumor was true or false, this reputation would ruin your life

. I was completely enraged. I shouted at my sister that I couldn't control her past, and I didn't want to. I only

knew we loved each other very much now, and whether you and our parents agreed or not, we were getting married soon. I slammed the door

and left.

That night, I received a call from my parents asking me to come home the next day. I knew my sister had

told them. Since things had come to this, I decided to take Sister Wang home with me the next day; it was bound to happen sooner or later anyway.

On the way, I could tell she was very uneasy. She was dressed appropriately and wore light makeup, but it couldn't hide her anxiety.

She kept trying to comfort me, telling me to talk things out calmly when I got home and not to upset the elders. She said if my family objected, we

could take it slow. I pretended to be calm, smiled, and said, "Don't worry," and turned on the car stereo. An inevitable

argument ensued, a meeting that ended badly. In the end, my parents gave me one sentence: either come home, or never

come back again. I chose the latter. After driving out of the county, I stopped by the roadside and cried uncontrollably, because of my family's

lack of understanding, because of this love that no one understood. She gently hugged my head, stroking it, and

said through tears, "If it's not possible, we can still be good siblings. Don't make things difficult for yourself, okay?" I wiped away her tears and said, "

Don't worry, okay?" They'll understand. After all, I'm their son, and time changes everything. As long as you

stay with me through this period, everything will be alright, she nodded tearfully.

She spent more and more time at home, meticulously preparing for the wedding. One evening after dinner, I said to her, "

Could you bring your daughter, Tian Tian, over? We can live together. Having a child makes it feel more like a home." She was clearly

delighted, skipping and running over like a child to hug me, saying, "Can I? You won't get annoyed, will you?" I stroked her

long hair and said, "Of course not, our child is the cutest. How could I get annoyed?" I saw her eyes filled with tears as she kissed

me and whispered in my ear, "Baby, thank you!" Tian Tian was very well-behaved and quickly became familiar with me. Whenever I came home,

she would be my little shadow. Back then, Wang Jie's favorite thing to do was watch me and

Tian Tian play on the lounge chair on the balcony. She was happy and content then.

I guess that's how people are these days. When you're unknown, friends rarely visit you, but once you

achieve something, even strangers will remember you! That year, my high school classmates who worked in the city

had a reunion, and to my astonishment, I received an invitation for the first time in so many years since graduation, and was even told by phone that I had to

attend . Perhaps without this reunion, my life would be the envy of everyone, but you never

know what will happen in this world.

She was spending more and more time at home, meticulously preparing for her wedding. One evening after dinner, I said to her, "

Could you bring your daughter, Tiantian, over so we can live together? Having a child makes it feel more like a home." I could tell she was very

happy; she skipped over like a child and hugged me, saying, "Is that okay? You won't mind, will you?" I touched her...

Long Hair said, "How could that be? Our child is the cutest, how could I be annoyed?" I saw her eyes filled with tears. She kissed

me and whispered in my ear, "Baby, thank you!" Sweetie was very well-behaved and quickly became familiar with me. Whenever I came home,

she would be my little shadow. Back then, Sister Wang's favorite thing to do was watch me and

Sweetie play on the lounge chair on the balcony. She was happy and content then.

People are probably like that nowadays. When you're unknown, friends rarely visit you, but once you

achieve some success, even strangers will remember you! This year, my high school classmates who work in the city

had a reunion. I was invited for the first time in so many years since graduation, and I was told by phone that I had to

attend . Perhaps without this reunion, my life would be the envy of everyone, but you never

know what will happen in this world.

When my Buick stopped in the hotel parking lot, many smiling faces and warm hands were already welcoming me. Without thinking, a smile, almost indistinguishable from genuine enthusiasm

, honed through my business dealings, appeared on my face .

Like all gatherings, it

was a mix of handshakes, hugs, toasts, mutual flattery, bawdy jokes, and finally, exchanging contact information and saying things like "keep in touch" and "blessings." Frankly, I really don't like

attending these kinds of gatherings. Even without a gathering, based on my principles, if I know a friend is in trouble,

regardless of whether they've contacted me, I'll try to help. Life is

n't easy for anyone; everyone needs to ask for help sometimes. I just wondered why they didn't invite those

classmates who are selling goods on the street or working as laborers in this city—we were classmates too!

The only real achievement of this gathering, in my opinion, was reaching a preliminary cooperation agreement with a classmate.

She 's a female classmate from high school; her father is an engineer at a research institute. After retiring

, he's been contributing his expertise through small inventions and innovations. Last year, her father made a significant breakthrough by inventing a new

fluorescent light starting device. This not only solved the problem of old fluorescent lights often having blackened areas and short lifespans but also saved

30% on electricity. So, she quit her job, started a factory, and partnered with a company in Zhejiang to produce these fluorescent light

starting devices. Everything was built, but the other party suddenly withdrew their investment, leaving her in a difficult situation and the factory

paralyzed. She heard from classmates that I had done well in recent years and had some funds. She said that if I

invested two million yuan at once, I could get 30% of the factory's shares. I said I would seriously consider it.

After returning home, I consulted some knowledgeable friends, who suggested I check the relevant certificates. If they were genuine, the

prospects shouldn't be too bad, at least there were no similar products on the market. A few days later, I went to my classmate's house

and casually looked at all the certificates. After confirming everything was genuine, I expressed my willingness to invest.

The next day, I had the finance department transfer two million yuan to my classmate's account. Doing this was absolutely

unacceptable , because we didn't even have a preliminary agreement, and it would be difficult to handle any problems. But I trusted

this usually shy classmate, and even more so, I trusted her intellectual family. More importantly, during that time, Xiaolin

took it upon herself to buy a piece of land owned by a state-owned enterprise and develop residential buildings, leaving me to handle almost everything;

she became the hands-off manager. Although my classmate repeatedly hoped to sign a contract with our company, I was simply too busy to handle it all,

and I hadn't even discussed the investment with Sister Wang. The building Xiaolin was developing later encountered problems, so

Xiaolin and I had to search for connections and coordinate with various parties, keeping me so busy that I often got home late at night, completely exhausted. Finally,

when things became unbearable, Sister Wang had to bring in a distant cousin. Sister Wang's cousin was a recent graduate from a finance college and

hadn't found a job yet. Sister Wang's idea was to put her cousin in the finance department so I could give the company manager more

authority , freeing me up from the workload. Just as Xiaolin and I were incredibly busy, the company

manager called, saying a woman had been calling me over a dozen times a day, claiming to be my classmate. (I

had turned off my personal phone because I was so busy, and my classmate didn't know my work phone number.) But I couldn't deal with that at all

, because some of Xiaolin's buildings had already been pre-sold, and if they couldn't be completed on time, it would cause a huge mess.

So, was delayed until that weekend before I finally met with my classmate. The factory's production and sales were

doing well , but she heard that similar products already existed in Zhejiang, so she wanted to increase production to seize market share and

hoped I would invest another 500,000 to 1 million. Without much thought, I called the finance department and asked them to transfer 500,000 to her. The person who answered

the phone was Wang Jie's cousin.

That weekend, I didn't have time to rest; I was still busy with Xiao Lin and the commercial and residential building project. Everything was back to being busy

, but I really couldn't have imagined that what was about to happen would affect my love life, my life, and even my entire life!

The next day, I had the finance department transfer 2 million to my classmate's account. Doing this was absolutely

unacceptable , because we didn't even have a preliminary agreement, and it would be difficult to handle if problems arose. But I trusted

this classmate who was always very shy, and even more so, I trusted that intellectual family. More importantly, during that time, Xiao Lin

took it upon herself to buy a piece of land owned by a state-owned enterprise and develop a commercial and residential building, and I had to handle almost everything;

she became a hands-off manager. Although my classmate repeatedly hoped to sign a contract with our company, I really couldn't manage it,

and I hadn't even discussed the investment with Wang Jie. The building Xiaolin developed later encountered problems, so

Xiaolin and I had to search for connections and coordinate with various parties. I was so busy that I often got home late at night, completely exhausted. Finally,

when things became unbearable, Sister Wang had to bring in a distant cousin from her family. Sister Wang's cousin had just graduated from a finance college and

hadn't found a job yet. Sister Wang's idea was that by putting her cousin in the finance department, I could give the company manager more

authority , which would free me up and prevent me from being too overworked. Just as Xiaolin and I were incredibly busy, the company

manager called, saying a woman had been calling me over a dozen times a day, claiming to be my classmate. (At that time, I was too busy

to use my personal phone, and my classmate didn't know my work phone number.) But I couldn't deal with that

, because some of Xiaolin's buildings had already been pre-sold, and if they couldn't be completed on time, it would cause a huge mess.

So, it was delayed until that weekend before I finally met with my classmate. The factory's production and sales were

doing well , but she heard that similar products already existed in Zhejiang, so she wanted to increase production to seize market share and

hoped I would invest another 500,000 to 1 million yuan. Without much thought, I called the finance department and asked them to transfer 500,000 yuan to her. The person who answered

the phone was Wang Jie's cousin.

That weekend, I didn't have time to rest; I was still busy with Xiao Lin and the commercial and residential building project. Everything was busy again.

I never imagined that what happened next would affect my love life, my life, and even my entire future!

The following Tuesday, I had just finished dinner with the heads of the housing management bureau, seen those big shots off,

and got into my car. As usual, I lit a cigarette when my phone rang. I saw it was a call from the company's finance department and

quickly answered. When you're busy out there, your biggest worry is something happening at home. It was the finance manager calling. He said that Sister Wang had just

come to check the accounts, asking about the whereabouts of the 2.5 million yuan and what my relationship was with the female factory manager. Perhaps

because I had been too busy and irritable lately, my temper flared up instantly. I asked the finance manager

where Sister Wang was. He said she had gone home, but she was very unhappy and scared. I didn't say anything and hung up, driving straight home.

When I got home, Sister Wang was sitting on the sofa, asking why I was home so early. I could tell she was trying her best to act like

nothing was wrong . I said angrily, "Just say what you mean! Why are

you cutting off my escape route?" She said, "Don't overthink it???"

I interrupted her, "What do you mean by checking the company's accounts? Why didn't you just ask me directly?

How am I supposed to work here after this?"

"I heard from my cousin that the company transferred 2.5 million to an electronics factory. I thought it was a lot of money

, so I wanted to check it out," she said.

I said even louder, "You call this checking it out? Why didn't you wait for me to come back before asking me?"

She probably had never heard me talk to her like this before and started crying, "I also heard from my cousin that that woman

calls you more than a dozen times a day, and she's unmarried. I heard she even had a crush on you when we were in school???"

Before she could finish, I threw off my clothes and said, "You investigated me? You think I would cheat you out of 2.5 million? Do you think I'd

have a mistress? You underestimate me. Even if I were just working for you, what I've done over the years would have exceeded that

amount, right? Do you think I'd be like your ex-boyfriend, trying to cheat you out of your money?" As soon as

the words left my mouth, I realized I had gone too far, but there was no going back. Her tears fell like broken beads:

"I knew it! You'd despise me to some extent, it was just a matter of time! How could you say

that to me? Get out!"

I said nothing, driving aimlessly through the city's traffic, thinking that

the person I loved so deeply thought I was with her for money, that I was using money to support a mistress.

Does true love even exist in this world? Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I had to pull over and drive to the side of the road. At dawn, I fell

into a deep sleep in my car. When I woke up, it was past nine the next day. I drove home; it was empty. I left the house

and car keys behind, leaving the home to which I had given all my love, and went to Zhuhai.

I worked for a company on Phoenix Road in Zhuhai for a year, cutting off all contact with the outside world. Before

the Mid-Autumn Festival , I returned to my parents' home in the county town. My parents said nothing, only offering me forgiveness and understanding.

A month later, through their connections, they got me back to my old job. Aside from work, I rarely went out. During that time, I

wanted to go see her because I still loved her and missed her, even more so than Xiaotian. But deep down,

I always thought that Sister Wang believed I was with her for money, and that impulse to see her was extinguished at that moment. The Spring Festival of 2004

came quickly; I think it was the third day of the Lunar New Year. My mother's old classmate and her daughter came to visit, and I later learned it was

a blind date . To avoid worrying my elderly parents, I reluctantly started dating the girl. She was

a very ordinary girl, but after spending some time with her, I discovered she had many good qualities: simple, kind, well-educated, and

very cultured, so we got along very well. That May Day, both sets of parents started discussing engagement, and my

heart began to ache because I still loved Sister Wang and still hoped we could be together. After much

consideration , I decided to go to the city to find her.

I arrived at the location of our former company, which was now a restaurant. I went to the place where we used to live

; the door was covered in thick dust. I went to her parents' house, but they wouldn't let me in, saying,

"Haven't you ruined my daughter enough?" They shut me out completely. I then managed to find Xiaolin, who is now

the CEO of a large real estate company. She warmly welcomed me and told me everything that had happened.

It turned out that after I left, Sister Wang abandoned everything she was doing, searching everywhere for me, even

visiting about me, but to no avail. She fell seriously ill and only recovered after six months. She kept telling Xiaolin that it was her

fault, that she had hurt my feelings, and that she truly didn't want to see her anymore; she was filled with remorse. Later, she closed her

company, asked Xiaolin to sell the new house and the shop in the new district, and took her daughter to Ireland—the exact location is unknown—

saying she never wanted to return to this place of heartbreak. With tears in my eyes, I listened to everything, declined Xiaolin's offer to stay,

and headed home.

The day after I got home, I had a long talk with the girl. Finally, I got to the point, but after only

a few words she said, "I know a little about your life. I don't want to interfere too much in your past. I just hope

that being with me is a new beginning for you. If you think I'm alright, let's get engaged. I think you're a good person." I

really didn't know what to say next, facing such a sincere and straightforward girl. Plus, my grandmother back home said she

'd calculated that our birth charts were particularly compatible, and I suddenly became superstitious. Maybe this was destiny. Urged by

both sets of parents, we got engaged, and we got married on Mid-Autumn Festival in 2004. Life after marriage was peaceful and comfortable.

She was a considerate person and very filial to her parents.

Time flies, and it was almost Mid-Autumn Festival in 2005. I remember one evening a month before Mid-Autumn Festival, we

had dinner as usual. I read the newspaper while she cleared the dishes. While I was reading, she

called me from the bathroom, asking me to take my clothes in so she could wash them. I put away the newspaper, took my own clothes, and

a few of her underwear, and went into the bathroom. I pushed her out and said, "Go watch TV, the Korean drama is about to start. I'll

wash myself, I'm just killing time anyway." She laughed and said she hadn't misjudged me, that I was a good husband, and then laughed as she left

. That night, I suddenly remembered that my workplace had arranged for me to attend a training course in the city for a month, leaving the day after tomorrow.

I quickly told her. She said, "Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival in a month? Aren't you coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival?" I said

I would definitely come back, and I thought it would end early on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. She said, "Then I'll prepare things for you tomorrow."

The month-long training passed quickly. The Mid-Autumn Festival is the second most important festival for Chinese people after the Spring Festival, so the training

course ended at noon so everyone could buy some things to take home for the festival. I went to the busiest street in the city...

Thinking of buying mooncakes for my family, I was walking through the crowded store, contemplating which shop to enter, when someone

tugged at . Turning around, I recognized her—Little Sweetie—even though she'd grown taller and bigger. I

took her hand and searched through the crowd, finally finding Sister Wang at the street corner. She was covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she looked at me.

I pushed through the crowd and rushed over to hug her tightly, wiping away her tears. She said, "Let's go home and sit for a while."

We returned to our old home, where her parents were also there. She cooked my favorite dishes, and we

ate in silence. After dinner, the elderly couple took Little Sweetie downstairs, leaving only us in the house, eerily quiet. She

spoke first, saying she'd heard from Xiaolin that I was married and doing well, and she was very happy for me. She said she was in Dublin,

the capital , now the chief agent for Suzhou silk in Ireland, and her life was stable. She came back

for two reasons: first, to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival; and second, with the help of the local Chinese Chamber of Commerce, to complete the paperwork for her parents' trip abroad

, so she could bring them to live with her. Her flight was tomorrow. I wanted to ask, "Are you really never coming back?" But I didn't say

it. In the evening, she saw me off, slipping a box of Miqi mooncakes into my hand. After all these years, she was still so

thoughtful ; my nose tingled with emotion. As I left, I asked her if I could see her off tomorrow. She looked at me and nodded,

telling me to be careful on the road.

That night, lying in bed with mixed feelings, looking at my sleeping wife, I decided to wake her and tell

her everything. After listening to me, she nestled against my chest and said she understood that it was a relationship I might never forget

. She said, "Go ahead, see Sister Wang off; she's had a hard life too." My tears fell uncontrollably

again , for the two good women I had met; each tear was a testament to my guilt.

In the terminal, Sister Wang helped the elderly woman through security first. Then I put my child down and escorted her through. The elderly woman led

the child in first. Sister Wang and I exchanged glances. She said casually, "When your child turns six,

I'll help you take care of her if you send her to school." I gave a bitter smile and remained silent for a long time. Boarding time was approaching, and she slipped in. She

took a manila envelope from her bag and handed it to me, telling me to open it after she left. I nodded. She opened

her arms , and we hugged tightly. She whispered in my ear, "Baby, I will always love you. I'm sorry for everything in the past.

I will always love you." Then she suddenly pushed my hand away, strode into security, and never looked back until she disappeared from my

sight .

I stood outside the terminal and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter and a set of keys. The letter read: "Baby:

You are the love of my life, past, present, and future, forever!"

This set of keys I left for you belongs to our family. I hadn't expected to see you in person and wanted to ask Xiaolin to pass it on to you

, but now I'm so happy to give it to you in person! I've already asked a lawyer to transfer it to your name. For years, I

haven't touched anything there; I was afraid you wouldn't recognize our home if you came back. Please visit often and

clean it; it holds all our love. It's my only attachment to my hometown, and if

I ever return, it will be my final resting place.

Life is full of coincidences, some good, some bad. I thank God for giving me the chance

to meet you, for giving me the most beautiful days of my life, unforgettable! Regardless of who was to blame for the past, I hope

you can forgive me, my darling, I'm sorry.

Goodbye, my darling, the person I love most in my life and who loves me most. If there is an afterlife, I would spend

a lifetime searching for you, just for that one second of possession…

Really, my darling, I'm sorry…

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

tears are flowing freely.

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