The allure of a beautiful female colleague

The Allure of a Beautiful Female Colleague 　　I

heard that a popular new female colleague had joined the company's planning department, because she was very beautiful and charming. Unfortunately, I was on a business trip in Beijing

at the time and only heard about it, so I didn't have the chance to meet her. When I returned to the company, she went on another business trip, so even though she had

been with the company for more than half a month, we hadn't met. But I had heard a lot of rumors about her…

she was practically a goddess descended from heaven, but I didn't believe it. What kind of woman was she really?

The company arranged for me to attend an awards ceremony-like meeting in Guangzhou. Originally, I was to go with

a . (Generally, when two people go on business trips, the company chooses the same sex to save on

room expenses, ostensibly for cost control.) Just before departure, I received a change of plans; my male

colleague had to handle some unforeseen circumstances, so my beautiful female colleague would be going with me instead. I was inwardly thrilled;

it seemed like the trip to Guangzhou was going to be wonderful.

My first meeting with her was in the company elevator. Because I was in a rush to catch my flight, we quickly greeted each other

and got into the car together. It was only then that I began to really observe this colleague, whom my colleagues praised as an angel. She had a slender

figure , smooth, fair skin, long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and large, innocent eyes. She wore a

black suit, and the knee-length skirt accentuated her sexiness. She was indeed a rare beauty, and my heart began

to flutter. Actually, every man feels the same way about beautiful women: it's exhilarating.

We chatted briefly on the way, and I sensed her quick wit. Judging from her work experience

, her beauty wasn't just physical; it also stemmed from her inner qualities and professionalism. In fact, a woman's

charm often surpasses her physical beauty. She wasn't married yet, which was normal; she was only 29.

Women wouldn't easily marry until they felt too old to get married. This kind of

woman exudes sexiness and allure.

After arriving in Guangzhou, we booked two hotel rooms, opposite each other. Because the meeting

was , we had a rare afternoon of free time. After lunch, we went back to our rooms.

I turned on my computer to look at some documents I needed to present tomorrow when the phone rang. It was her; she

wanted to go shopping and asked if I could accompany her. I was secretly delighted, but didn't

agree, saying I was preparing documents for tomorrow's meeting and would give her an answer later. She hung up

. Actually, I'm quite lecherous and like beautiful women, but I know the saying "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow,"

so I only admired her and didn't have any excessive expectations. But it was precisely this trait that led to

some of our later stories.

I wonder if anyone else feels the same way: beautiful women are different from ordinary girls. They are very confident in their

charm, so they feel that no man can be uninterested in them. These women are often surrounded by men who fawn over them, so they take men's enthusiasm for granted . On the contrary, those who are indifferent to them ignite their desire to conquer and possess. Perhaps that's how she was. My apparent indifference towards her only fueled her competitive spirit. After hanging up the phone, I couldn't concentrate on the documents. My heart pounded with anxiety; would she go shopping by herself? I started to worry about my own strategy of playing hard to get. All I could do now was wait… 　　waiting is the most agonizing thing in the world; every second felt incredibly long. Just when I had lost all hope, and it was almost 5 o'clock, the phone rang. "How are you? Are you done?" Her voice was sweet. "Oh, you haven't gone out yet? I'm so sorry, I'm already done but I couldn't hide my inner joy. "Shall I come over? Is that alright?" "Of course, I'm always here." Five seconds later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and was momentarily stunned. To be honest, I was breathtakingly beautiful. She had clearly just showered and changed out of her sexy business attire into a white t-shirt and a light yellow skirt. Her long, slender legs were bare of stockings, and she wore casual canvas sneakers. Her beautiful hair was tied up, and her large eyes were stunning . Of course, my initial surprise was fleeting. I let her into the room. 　　She spoke first: "How's it going? Finished the documents for tomorrow?" 　　I replied, "Just finished them ten minutes ago." "Then why didn't you call me? Looks like you didn't want surprised. Every time I go out with other men, they're the ones who invite me out. But you're different; I invited you, and you refused. I immediately replied that it would be my honor to go shopping with her, and that I was indeed working on something. She smiled slightly, "No need to explain , you're doing very well, very classy, that's what a man should do. Actually, you don't need to go far, just come with me to buy a bottle of perfume, mine's finished. These are necessities for girls, and I'm not familiar with Guangzhou, so I'm troubling you." I smiled, "You're too kind, let's go now. 　　" I never bring casual clothes on business trips, and it wasn't until we walked together on the street that I felt a little awkward. I was dressed formally, while she was dressed casually, it looked very mismatched. She, on the other hand, was like a child , looking around. At that moment, my opinion of her changed. It turns out that even a woman who is usually dignified can have such a happy and carefree side, she's like a child. We bought a bottle of perfume at a store, a very light lavender scent . It was then that I realized the faint fragrance I had seen when I first met her. I wonder if anyone else feels the same way, but the combination of scent and sight can create a more profound impression. There's a saying that you can know a woman by and that's what it means. Many lost memories resurface at the slightest scent . 　　After buying the perfume, we strolled along the Pearl River, taking light steps. We talked about many things: ideals, work, love, family, and more, gaining a deeper understanding of each other. Suddenly, she asked me, "And you, what about your other half ?" I gave a wry smile and said, "I'm not a believer in love." She was surprised: "Why?" I smiled faintly: "There must be a reason, but I don't want to tell you today. Let's talk about it another day. Look how beautiful today is; we can't spoil the mood." She stared at me with wide eyes, then quickly said...

"Look how beautiful the scenery is over there! I want you to take a picture of me." She was a clever girl, immediately pulling me back to reality from those

unpleasant memories.

It was already past 10 pm when we got back to our rooms, but I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning.

I was reflecting on what had happened that afternoon, asking myself, "Has your heart stirred again?" The night was unusually quiet

, yet I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning. I recalled every detail of the day. She was indeed very

attractive ; her allure wasn't just in her physical beauty, but more so in her every gesture

and movement. A woman's temperament is her most captivating quality, and even the way she walked left

a deep impression on me. Then there was her innocence, her childlike cheerfulness, which made you feel a special tenderness, a longing

to lean on her shoulder. In short, her image filled my mind all night; my heart had indeed stirred again

. But it had only been half a day. Was my feeling accurate? Just then, the phone rang again. I

answered, "Did I disturb your rest? It seems I wasn't wrong; you're having trouble sleeping too." It was her playful

voice. "Yes, I haven't rested, maybe it's because of that cup of coffee before bed," I stubbornly

replied. "Then let's chat, I can't sleep either," she seemed very interested in the suggestion. What to talk about?

"I want to know why you don't believe in love, or rather, I want to know how you experienced heartbreak." "Hehe,"

I laughed, "How do you know I experienced heartbreak?" "If you haven't experienced heartbreak

, how can you not believe in love? That means you must have experienced love to not believe in it. I'm really curious. Actually, I should

blame you; it was your words that kept me awake. I didn't intend to let you bring up sad things, but you know

waiting is a very hard thing, and I really want to know." It seemed she was truly

intrigued , and she said so much in one breath. This is what you call an unintentional act that leads to unexpected success. I

never expected that a casual remark would still hold her so much interest. The story unfolded because of

many coincidences, just like with her and me. If it weren't for those coincidences, I don't think we would

have had our story. Admittedly, I was a bit lucky; some things that weren't intentional became

the foundation for our relationship. "So, how do you want to talk? On the phone?" Actually, I just wanted to tell

her that the conditions weren't right for a conversation. She said, "How about I come to your place?" My mind went blank. My

first reaction was that this woman was frivolous; coming to my room so late, I wondered what she

was up to . In fact, sometimes when a woman is too proactive, it can backfire. Her image in

my mind immediately shrank. I do appreciate beautiful women, but compared to finding a

woman , I'd rather choose the latter and give up the former. I wasn't married at the time, and I wasn't interested in playing around.

While I was lost in thought, she said it wouldn't be good for me to come over; it was too late, inconvenient. "Just talk to me on

the phone ," she pleaded, "please, I really want to hear it." A girl's coquettishness is something a man can't resist

. What could I say? She said, "Wait for me a minute, I'll go get some tea." This is a painful story for me,

and I might as well mention it here while writing this tale. My first love was beautiful yet deeply sorrowful. This relationship

was enough to destroy me, yet it also gave me a new lease on life. I wasn't defeated; instead, it ignited my

fighting spirit. It all started during my university years. My family wasn't well-off, so university wasn't easy. While other boys were

enjoying romantic getaways, I had to do things that earned me money. I sold

gloves, bicycles, and pagers (pagers were just becoming popular back then). Of course, I was one of the first to own these trendy items

. I applied for a deferral of my first year's tuition and used the money for various things.

So skipping classes was a frequent occurrence for me. I wasn't a good student in the eyes of the teachers, but my classmates saw me as a

capable person. Not long after entering university, I became somewhat famous; everyone knew I was good at causing trouble. I remember the school organized

a speech contest, and my homeroom teacher wanted me to represent the class, saying I was good at bluffing. So I went, but I

really didn't have time to rehearse. On the day of the rehearsal, my homeroom teacher and the academic representative went to the department with me. When they wanted to see my

speech, I couldn't produce it. My homeroom teacher said I was being silly, and I smiled sheepishly. When it was my

turn , I gave a short performance on stage. Actually, it was very simple and straightforward. I just

recounted an incident I witnessed on a university campus and offered my commentary. The story was about a

Japanese exchange student at a medical school who knocked down a Chinese girl on his motorcycle, didn't apologize, and acted arrogantly. I added

a lot of commentary, as if I could inspire the patriotic feelings of every Chinese person present. I succeeded

. On the way back to the dormitory, the academic representative asked me if what I said was true or made up. I told her it was

true and that it happened at some school. I noticed she looked at me with a hint of admiration.

On the day of the actual speech, she actually brought all the people from her dormitory to watch my speech, clapping her

hands until they were red. In the etiquette class of the first semester, there was a ballroom dancing exam, but I hadn't attended any classes.

The day before the exam, I didn't even have a dance partner. She became my dance partner, and she went to

great lengths to barely get me a passing grade. Of course, the teacher also gave her some face, since the exam was

conducted in groups. To thank her, I treated her to dinner. From that time on, we gradually became a couple. I remained the same as before,

still busy, but I would make time for her in my spare time. She did many things for me that touched me deeply,

such as buying me gloves and knitting me scarves every winter, which warmed my heart. In

my second year of university, I rented out a movie theater, which kept me incredibly busy, but I was much

happier because I had something to focus on. Her family was relatively well-off; her father was

the head of the tax bureau in a small city. She once told me that I didn't need to work so hard, that her father could help me, but I

never agreed because deep down I didn't want to rely on anyone. During that time, she came home with me, and my parents liked her very much.

Naturally, I felt very proud back home, bringing such a beautiful girlfriend back with me. She didn't go home until graduation because of

me. We rented an apartment together in our city, living a very frugal life because I

wouldn't allow her to take money from her family, saying I could support her, and she never complained.

Until one day, she suddenly told me she was going to Singapore, that her parents had arranged it, and she couldn't refuse, so she...

I waited for her for two years. I remember what her parents said to me when I saw her off, asking what I could give her. I remained silent.

For six months after she left, we still talked on the phone constantly; I could tell she missed me. But after six months,

the contact decreased significantly. Every time I called her, she said she was busy with her studies and didn't have time to contact me. Later, I

learned she had a new boyfriend. I remember that night I drank two bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in one go, the alcohol going from my

stomach to my throat. I got drunk. I was drunk for a month, lost my job, and became destitute

because I knew we had loved each other, experienced so much happiness, how could it all end so quickly? So from that day on, I

stopped believing in love. Are you listening? After I finished telling my story, I was already in tears. Actually

, this relationship was very precious to me, so much so that even today, when my wife asks me who is more important to me, I don't

give her a direct answer. First love is beautiful. She didn't speak for a long time, and I heard her sobbing; she

actually . "Okay, thank you for sharing your story with me. It's beautiful and tragic. I understand you, I really

do , because we have some things in common. Okay, you should rest now. I'm going to watch your speech tomorrow

, and I'll cheer you on so much this time."

I woke up early, it was already past 8 a.m., I don't even know when I fell asleep last night. After a quick wash,

I thought of her. Maybe she wasn't up yet. I called her room, and she answered immediately

. The first thing she said was, "You're awake?" "You woke up even earlier than me! I thought you were still dreaming,

" I said in surprise. "No, I often work overtime writing, this is nothing

. Let's go eat," she suggested. The agenda for meetings like this is usually the same: a speech from the leader, announcing

the winners, going on stage to receive the award, speeches from the award recipients. I've attended so many meetings like this, so

when it was my turn to give my speech, I felt completely relaxed. I briefly introduced the company, and then began to share my

personal views on the market. I saw her, sitting in the front row, intently watching me. I think my hard work today was mostly

because of her. When the applause erupted after my speech, I saw her clapping her little hands vigorously; yes

, she really clapped her hands until they were red. When I sat down next to her after the event, she quietly said to me, "You spoke

very well, with a lot of impromptu stuff. You completely deviated from the script; I could never do that." I laughed and said, "

I never use a script when I speak."

After the meeting, we returned to the hotel. I went into my room to pack my things because I had a flight that afternoon and

could get home that evening. Then she came to my room and said she had a request. Essentially, she didn't want to

go back that day and wanted to stay another day. She asked me to tell the company I had a project to work on and would be going back a day later. I was surprised

and asked her why. She smiled and said, "It's rare for us to relax, so please agree. Don't you want to know

some things about me?" This made me feel a little strange. I applied to the company to stay a day later, deciding to see

what she was up to. Actually, I was willing to stay; I had already developed feelings for her. After a day of

interaction, I felt she had gotten to know me somewhat, and I had left a good impression on her. I don't know

why, but I was rather indifferent to her, yet this indifference only drove her closer to me. Perhaps

there was no one in her dictionary who was as indifferent to her as I was. So I wanted to find an opportunity to get to know her. I heard her

calling me, asking me to go to her room. When I got to her room, there was a very fragrant scent, the kind of lavender that's very

alluring. When she saw me come in, she smiled and asked me, "Let's go for coffee later. I want to have a good

chat with you. I'm very interested in you." "Why?" I asked her. "Because you're one of the few

men I've met who aren't interested in me, or rather, I want to give it a try." After saying that, she took out her casual clothes from the closet,

preparing to change. I was about to leave when she said it wasn't necessary, that she could change in the bathroom. I sat down and heard her

close the door. I glanced at it habitually; the door wasn't closed completely, and I could see her through the crack. At that moment,

I felt conflicted. Faced with such a beautiful woman, any man would think about her, would have a meltdown.

I couldn't resist looking. Her white lingerie clung to her shapely figure. Her breasts were firm, her stomach flat, her

legs long and slender; even the way she bent over to put on her skirt was captivating. As a man, I felt aroused.

I quickly left his room, went back to my own, and washed my face with cold water to regain my composure. She came to my room and said, "

You're such a gentleman! I told you you didn't need to avoid me." My face flushed slightly, and I told her

I . We went to a nearby coffee shop and ordered coffee. I, as usual,

got a mocha, while she seemed interested in Blue Mountain. Our conversation started with first impressions. She expressed her

confusion , asking me directly if she was pretty, charming, and if I liked her. I didn't know how to answer for a moment. I

just said I felt conflicted. She chuckled, "Yes, I heard your story yesterday. You don't believe in love,

or you're afraid of love, you're running away from it. Let me tell you my story. I told you yesterday that

we have similarities." I smiled and said, "Okay, I'd love to hear it." But my mind was filled with

her beautiful body. I wanted to devour her, she was so alluring.

Things often happen by chance. We were in a coffee shop, an elegant place, listening to music, and

she poured her heart out to me. It turned out that after graduation, she had just started working at a company and fell in love. Of course,

beautiful women are always welcome. It was a senior from her university. Because she was new to the company, this

senior took great care of her, attending to her every need, both at work and in her personal life. One beautiful night, they fell in love,

and she gave him her virginity. The days that followed were filled with happiness; they lived happily together.

But their blissful days didn't last long. The company found out about their relationship. The company had a clear rule against romantic relationships between colleagues

, and one of them had to leave the company. She left for him, but at that time, she

felt it was worth it; any sacrifice for the man she loved was worthwhile. They were already living together, leading a life

almost like a married couple. Men often make the same mistake: they crave

the thrill of new women. He wasn't immune to her beauty and sex appeal either. For a few days, he always came home late,

reeking of alcohol, and always with a faint, pleasant fragrance. A woman's intuition

told her something unusual was about to happen. Whenever she asked, he always said he was working, entertaining clients.

It was normal for him to entertain female clients. Then one day, a Sunday, she and he had arranged to go

shopping, but he had something to attend to at the office that morning, so they agreed to

meet at the mall around 10 am. Whether out of curiosity or coincidence, she didn't meet him at the agreed location that day, but went directly to

his office . What she saw there horrified her. Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw him and a

young woman working in the entire company—or rather, not working, but kissing. A very passionate kiss. She was

thunderstruck . Completely bewildered. She hurriedly fled the company, running home crying. Once home, she packed her bags

and left that place, or rather, that city, that had caused her so much pain. Of course, he explained and promised her things

, but nothing moved her. To avoid further heartbreak, she left the city and went to work in another city.

She cried; I saw a tear roll down her pale cheek. I handed her a

tissue , and she wiped away her tears, opening her big eyes to ask me, "Is there no true love in this world? Are all men

only thinking with their lower bodies? I've met so many men over the years, and they're always so

fickle when it comes to women." I smiled slightly and said, "Not necessarily. Women are

attractive , but I believe responsible men can handle these things well, especially

men with family responsibilities." She smiled through her tears and asked if I hated my girlfriend. I said no, everyone has their own life, and I

can only blame myself. We chatted for a long time, and gradually became more familiar with each other. I discovered she was a very sentimental woman; even

the smallest thing you did for her would move her deeply. On the way back to the hotel, we

strolled back. Along the way, she wandered around like a child, looking at things here and there. Suddenly, her hand reached out to me,

so naturally. I put my arm around her slender waist; it was so soft. We walked towards the hotel like a couple.

Back at the hotel, at the room door, she took her hand off my arm, took the key from her bag, and opened

the door. I grabbed her hand and told her not to open that room. Actually, this was a test; if she

refused I wouldn't be embarrassed, and if she didn't, it would be easier for me to do what I was about to do. She

smiled, showing no objection, and I was overjoyed. In my room, she sat on the edge of the bed. I

poured and sat down beside her, very close. I could even smell the

fragrance emanating from her pores. Her breathing was faster than usual. If a man could remain calm in this situation, there

was definitely something wrong with him. We chatted aimlessly, and I slowly placed my hand on her thigh—it was so smooth,

cool, and soft. Her leg trembled slightly. I immediately kissed her lips, and we fell onto

the bed , the glass falling to the floor, water spilling everywhere. We kissed passionately. Her tongue was soft, like an

earthworm winding through my mouth. My hand, taking advantage of the situation, reached for her thigh, while my other hand climbed up her

breast .

Her breathing became heavier, more like panting. When I pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her

white bra, her firm breasts standing proudly. When I removed her skirt, her fair thighs

were presented before me, and I kissed her entire body. At this moment, her hands gripped mine tightly. "

I want you," she said, her face flushed, and so we...

After our passion subsided, we were both sweating profusely. She nestled beside me and asked for my opinion of her.

I said that before I met her, I had heard how beautiful she was and that I really wanted to meet her. After meeting her, I fell in love with

her. She pouted, "That can't be true, can it? You were so cold to me. But just now you were so eager with

me You men, you're all so greedy when you see a woman." "I was greedy.

I wonder who begged me just now." Saying this, she clenched her little fist and hit me, calling me bad. Taking advantage of the situation, I grabbed her

hand and pulled her into my arms. She made a face, as if to say, "Do you want more?" I chuckled mischievously, "Aren't you going to give it to me?"

So we hugged each other again.

I woke up after 9 a.m. and saw her sleeping peacefully beside me, a happy smile on her lips.

I went to the bathroom to wash up, and she woke up. I went over and hugged her, asking if she slept well. She pretended to be angry,

saying, "You woke me up last night, how could I rest well?" I said, "Then let me give you a massage," and lifted

the covers , preparing to massage her. To be honest, facing such a naked woman, I felt a surge of desire again. She didn't give me a chance

and put on her clothes. Our flight was at 4 p.m., so we asked the hotel to book our tickets. We still had some

time together, so I asked her what she wanted to do. She thought for a moment and said she'd rather wait in the room and not go out

. We stayed in the room, talking about her and me. She asked me how I felt about her,

and I said it was great. "No, we won't have any intimate contact." Who knew she'd pout and say, "

You men don't have that kind of logic when you do 'that' with pretty women, do you? You like them first, then you do it.

" I made a face and said, "You yourself admitted you're a pretty woman, but I don't think you're

pretty." Her face flushed and she said, "You're so mean! Don't you think I'm pretty?" I immediately replied

, "You're not just a pretty woman, you're an extremely beautiful woman." She pouted and called me mean, clenching her fist to hit me, but I

pulled her into my arms. I kissed her tenderly. "What do you think of me?" I asked her. She

smiled mischievously, "I just feel like you're pretty cool, you never even look at me properly, you know? You're

someone I've never met before. Usually, the men I meet are all very honest and simple, but you don't seem like that. So I

thought you had high taste, your girlfriend was very pretty, your… Anyway, I developed a strong interest in you and

wanted to investigate you." So what conclusion did she draw after investigating? "I asked her, 'You like me too

, right? You've fallen for me too?' She grinned mischievously. 'I like you because you're so great,

you know, silly,' I said earnestly.

We embraced in the room, enjoying the happiness of love, or rather, at that time it wasn't love yet, just

mutual attraction. We ate a simple set meal at the hotel restaurant, and she suggested we go for a walk. So she put her arm around

my shoulder and we walked down the street. The midday sun in Guangzhou is scorching. We went to the Pearl River and

chatted like a couple, enjoying the scenery. We rented a tandem bicycle, I was in front and she was behind, and we

rode back and forth along the Pearl River. The world was wonderful at that moment, and I rediscovered the feeling of first love. She looked at me..."

She said she didn't want to go back to the company because we wouldn't be able to be together then; we'd both have our own things to deal with. What's even more troublesome is the frequent business trips, meaning we'd probably have very few opportunities to be together again. I

told her there's plenty of time, and relationships need time to develop. I have many flaws waiting for her to discover and accept, and she has her own

shortcomings that I need to adapt to. We promised each other that no matter what happens, we'll be honest with each other and

not hurt each other.

For almost a month after returning to the company, we barely saw each other. We were both busy,

and even our few encounters at the office were fleeting. During this time, we exchanged text messages quite often.

She expressed her longing, and I replied with my own affection. In short, that hazy feeling was beautiful. Obviously, we weren't officially in a relationship, but those subtle private exchanges were enough to bring some joy

to my life . 　　On a business trip to a small city in my province, I had already held several rounds of talks with a partner. The general terms of were mostly agreed upon, but we were getting worked up over some trivial matters. It was exhausting. Walking the streets of a small northern city, watching the bustling crowds come and go, I couldn't help but sigh. Life can be so simple. What are people busy with every day for? For a better life, yet we end up making ourselves miserable . We should cherish every day of our lives. My phone rang. I opened it and was overjoyed; it was her calling. I answered quickly. "Where are you now?" came her charming voice. I chuckled and replied, "I'm in S City. Where are you?" "I know you're in S City, but I'm asking where in S City you are?" she pressed, somewhat impatiently. "Are you in this city too?" My heart raced. "Yes, we just got off the train. There's a new project to discuss. I knew you were here, so I called you as soon as I got off." "I'm outside. Why don't you go to the company office first, and I'll head back right away." After hanging up the phone, I hailed a taxi and drove back to the office. 　　I need to say a few words here: although we had been intimate, our colleagues were completely unaware . The company also has regulations against ambiguous relationships between colleagues. So I rushed back, and when I saw them, I had to pretend to be surprised. After a few pleasantries, I learned that they had also just received the notification to come for preliminary negotiations on a project. Each company's preliminary negotiation team consists of its elite members. Although she hadn't been with the company long, her outstanding appearance and skilled work already made her a vital member of the company's advance team . Although we were face to face, and both of us were very eager for each other, we had to pretend... We were chatting casually. Suddenly, she told us that she had a college classmate in the city and needed to visit him that evening, so she wouldn't be staying the office. She then hurriedly left. Accompanying her was a planner from her department, and I chatted with him . I asked him how it was traveling with a beautiful woman. I wasn't sure what my purpose her , which was quite embarrassing. He even told me she was a cold-blooded animal. I smiled inwardly; it's not that she's cold-blooded, it's that you don't understand beautiful women's hearts. My phone beeped with a text message. I opened it and saw it was from her: "At S Hotel 110..." "Room 8." 　　After reading this text message, I pondered what lie to make up about not staying at the office that night without people suspecting I was with her. I had dinner with my colleagues from the office, but I was distracted and couldn't find a suitable excuse. I was anxious inside, but I couldn't show it on my face, so I chatted idly. Another text message came in. I opened it and saw it was from her, asking when I was coming over. I replied immediately , still looking for an excuse to leave. To my surprise, she replied with a "Silly" and a smiley face. Just as I was feeling lost , a phone call came in. I saw it was a local number. When I answered , a woman's voice came through, as if her throat was blocked. She called my name as if she wanted everyone present to hear. She said something like a friend of mine was also on a business trip in the city and needed my help. I wondered who this was. She then said, "At Hotel S, Room 1..." Room 108. My heart skipped a beat. So that's it. 　　I quickly said goodbye to everyone, explaining that a friend happened to be there and needed help. They all heard me perfectly well, and they were all smiling at me. I didn't know what they were laughing at, but I didn't care. I grabbed my coat and headed straight to the hotel. When I got to the room, I rang the doorbell, and the door opened. A warm body rushed into my arms, and I quickly closed the door. We embraced and went to the bedside, sharing a passionate kiss that made me feel hot all over. I really wanted to… 　　She suggested I take a shower, and I realized I was covered in sweat and smelled terrible. Then I smelled her fresh fragrance— that subtle, pleasant scent of perfume. She had already showered and was waiting for me. While I was showering, she suddenly came in, smiled at me, and I asked, "Why are you peeping at me while I'm showering, you lecherous woman?" She laughed heartily , clutching her stomach as she leaned forward, revealing her alluring breasts. I was thrilled… 　　After a passionate encounter in the bathroom, she quickly dried me off and said, “Don’t you miss me ? Why haven’t you come over for so long?” I replied that it was really difficult to find an excuse; if we both left at the same time, suspicion would inevitably arise. To my surprise, she got angry. “What do they know?” I asked, her face flushed with anger. I kissed her and said, “It’s nothing, it’s nothing. I’m not afraid of what they might say. Besides, even if they suspect me, they’ll only suspect my friend who’s away on business, not us.” A moment of silence followed. 　　We chatted, and she asked if I missed her after not seeing her for so long. I said, “Of course I did.” Then she asked about me and other women… "Did I ever ?" I answered, "Absolutely not." Then she began to pour out her longing for me. I also told her how much I longed for her. She got excited, hugged me, and said, "Tonight I'm going to drain you dry, not leave any for other women." I was speechless; I could only let myself be drained. I woke up at 6 a.m. and contacted my colleagues at the office about visiting the leaders of a partner company today. I went directly there, not going back to the office, and asked them to bring me the necessary items. After the call, I went to her bedside and quietly watched her. She was sleeping soundly, perhaps from the exhaustion of yesterday's activities. I kissed her forehead . Just as I was about to leave, she suddenly woke up and called for me not to go. I said I had an appointment and work to do. She didn't say anything, only that she wanted to take me downstairs and spend more time with me.

I spent the whole morning in a daze, not really thinking straight. My colleague kept looking at me, and after the meeting, he asked why I wasn't

paying attention. I blushed and said I wasn't feeling well. He chuckled and said, "Take care of yourself," a laugh that made me feel

uneasy. Back at the office, I saw her already there. We exchanged a simple

greeting listless and unmotivated. A sudden unease crept over me;

I knew she wasn't focused on her work either. I increasingly felt the seriousness of the problem.

My work in that city was a complete mess. Her negotiations had also failed. I was conflicted, but she seemed overjoyed.

Perhaps is the difference between men and women. Men prioritize their careers, while for women, love seems to be

everything. Of course, she was no exception. Although she appeared to be such a strong woman, she was actually a tender-

hearted young woman. Sometimes I think about it—some beautiful women, seemingly aloof and radiant,

but few know their inner vulnerability. Perhaps it's because they are so outstanding that

many people feel they are unattainable and instead seek out those less attractive, creating

a situation where stunning beauties go unpursued.

I remember when I was in college, there was a beautiful girl in my class who was 172cm tall, yet surprisingly, no one

pursued her, while some less attractive girls were relentlessly chased. It was a very interesting phenomenon. After getting to know her, I gradually

understood this principle. Now I'm thinking, why didn't I realize this when I was in school? Maybe

if I had, that beautiful classmate would be my girlfriend.

Hehe, just a digression. Actually, my relationship with her was already subtly changing. These

changes were evident in the way she looked at me and the frequency of her phone calls. I knew she had fallen in love with me, but I

wasn't ready. Although in every way she was wonderful, even an honor for me,

I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I felt incredibly repressed. Perhaps it was because she was holding me too tightly.

Aside from her physical allure, I didn't feel anything else for her. Deep down, I knew it wasn't love. I don't know

what I was thinking then, and even today I don't understand it. I have no regrets about missing out on her.

Lately, I haven't been traveling for work; I've been working on two projects in my city, while she's been traveling all over China.

Unlike before, I often receive text messages from her, and she even calls me suddenly at 1 a.m., asking

what I'm doing. Every time this happens, I'm speechless. "Honey, what time is it?

What could I possibly be doing?" My tone is clearly dissatisfied, but she doesn't seem to care, laughing and saying, "Who knows what you're

up to with that woman?" I feel helpless, and we mostly just talk about missing each other. One weekend, I was sound asleep

at home when the doorbell rang. To be honest, I was incredibly annoyed. Who could it be knocking at this hour

? I checked my watch; it was only a little past 8 a.m. I struggled to get up, squinting as I opened the door. Suddenly, a figure flashed in and

threw herself into my arms. Being greeted by such a fragrant scent so early in the morning, I didn't know

what to feel. She kissed me passionately and hugged me tightly. I pulled away, surprised, and asked her, "What's wrong?

It's like the world is ending." Her face was flushed, and she said breathlessly, "You know, we

've been apart for 25 days and eight hours. I missed you so much. I just got off the plane and

came straight here without even going home. I thought you'd be happy." I smiled at her and said softly, "Of course I'm happy. I'm so glad you

came. But you must be tired from your journey, especially with your night flight. Go take a shower and

get some sleep." She kissed me and continued, "I was supposed to fly back this morning, but

I missed you so much that I said I had something to do at home and came back first. My colleague is still out of town." After saying that, she added

, "I really wanted to spend the weekend with you, just the two of us." I told her that what she needed to do now

was take a shower; I didn't like you smelling bad. She pouted, "You're so mean, I

'll see if you like me later." She smiled and said, "You smell bad too, let's go shower together."

We went to the bathroom together, and she asked me to help her take off her clothes. She was wearing a light gray suit with a white blouse and

flesh-colored stockings—a typical professional woman's outfit. I took off her blouse, and her firm breasts supported

the white blouse. The buttons were slowly undone, revealing a blue bra underneath. I then

opened the skirt from the back and pulled it down. She wiggled her sexy hips to help me remove the skirt easily. Her long, beautiful

legs and flat stomach made me freeze again. I kissed her thighs gently, and I could clearly

feel her breathing quicken. Then she slipped her hand inside my underwear; I was already quite aroused…

In the bathtub, she nestled in my arms, and I held her tightly. Suddenly, tears streamed down her face, and

she said, "You're the man I've loved since him." I didn't know what to say, so I returned the kiss with a kiss.

It was past 10 PM when I finished showering

were all dirty, so I threw them in the washing machine. She found a set of my clothes in my closet, and they were obviously

too big for her. But it was better than nothing. I led her into the bedroom and told her to take a nap, but she insisted I stay

with her. I told her I had just woken up and wasn't sleepy at all. I couldn't refuse her, so I went to bed with her. She snuggled into my

arms and quickly fell asleep. Holding her, I couldn't help but think of my girlfriend, and my heart felt a

jumble of emotions , very painful. I quietly left her, thinking about what to do. Obviously, we couldn't go out this weekend;

I needed to do some things these next few days. Going out wasn't very convenient, so we'd have to stay home. Yes, I should

buy some things; we needed a nice lunch, she probably hadn't eaten. So I quietly opened the door and went to the supermarket to buy

vegetables and groceries. When I finished cooking and woke her up, she came to the dining room sleepily, her eyes lighting up. She jumped

into my arms and asked, "Did you make this?" I proudly replied, "Of course!" (I forgot to mention, I

enjoy cooking, so my dishes are quite presentable; even my wife's cooking is

far inferior to mine.)

She picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, and excitedly said, "Your cooking is so delicious! It would be wonderful if you

were my husband." I chuckled, "Then be my wife, I'll cherish you." She smiled and said

, "Okay, okay, I'd love to. Don't mind that I'm older than you." I said, "No, I like

older women." We ate together warmly, and honestly, my heart felt warm inside.

Lunch wasn't lacking in formality despite being just a few simple dishes. She savored each dish I made,

offering praise after every bite. She asked me, "How did you acquire such excellent cooking skills?" I smiled and said, "Talent.

Just like you, your talent is attracting men. No matter what you wear or how you act, you exude elegance

and sexiness, making men drool." She gave a wry smile, "Men, most of them think with their lower bodies. "

I've never had a good impression of lecherous men. I looked directly at her and said, "Then why

aren't you disgusted by me? I think with my lower body too." Her eyes lit up, and she stared at me, saying, "You're not like that. You're a

gentleman . When we go out together, you're very gentlemanly. Even when I dress very sexily, you don't show

the slightest lewdness. At most, I feel you're admiring me. And also, I love the stories you tell me

. We have similar experiences, and your speeches are so captivating."

She rattled off a long string of words, and I looked at her and smiled, "Am I really that good? I didn't

know that." I chuckled mischievously and said, "You know what? That was all an act, all an act to win you over

. I know what women like you like, so I used the 'play hard to get' tactic, didn't you notice?"

She glared at me and retorted, "I'll just play along, and also bring you under my wing." I laughed

heartily , and she laughed too. Our eyes met, and I could clearly see the burning passion in hers. My lovely woman,

am I really going to have this complicated relationship with you? After dinner, she started to clean up the dishes, saying it was a woman's

duty , and I watched her. She asked me to hug her from behind, saying it made her feel safe.

So I hugged her from behind, chatting as we washed. Keep in mind, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and she was only wearing my

large coat. When I hugged her from behind, my buttocks were deliberately rubbing against my sensitive areas, and

I quickly became aroused. I said to her, "You want more? Really? So intense!" She chuckled mischievously

and said, "What are you talking about? It's clearly your thing that's being unruly, it has nothing to do with me." I quickly apologized, saying

I needed to leave this dangerous place immediately. Just as I was about to leave, before I could pull my hand away, she abruptly turned and kissed me

passionately . I was stunned again. My arms instinctively wrapped around her, and soon her

clothes slipped down, revealing us once more. I carried her to the bedroom, and she blushed, saying she wanted to sit standing up.

At noon, she clearly wasn't going to rest, so I suggested watching a movie. I asked her what kind of movies she liked, and

she said she'd like anything I liked. I said, "Don't regret it!" So I opened a drawer, picked out

a few classic South Korean horror films, and started watching. Throughout the movie, her hand never left mine.

During the most thrilling parts, I could clearly feel her trembling. Looking at her sideways, it was clearly not

enjoyable, but rather torture. I paused, asking if she wanted to watch something else, but she insisted, "No, I want to

watch what you want to see most. You know, I can tell a lot about you from the types of movies you watch. You're someone

who isn't afraid of difficulties and dares to take on challenges." I looked at her helpless smile. I wasn't that bad, actually. I watched horror movies

because I was tired of action movies—they were all the same. Romance movies were too sentimental, and art films were exhausting.

So, the most exciting thing was horror movies; at least they kept me focused, even though I was scared sometimes. I

liked the feeling. She jokingly told me she wouldn't dare stay in a room alone when she went on business trips anymore. She then begged me to accompany her on more

business trips. I said that wasn't up to me. Then she suggested I transfer to her department. I said that wouldn't be good;

we should prioritize work. There's plenty of time; deliberately pursuing something might be counterproductive. She seemed

hesitant , but ultimately didn't say anything. I vaguely sensed something was amiss.

Suddenly, she asked me seriously, "Please objectively evaluate my work ability." I was taken aback and asked her

why . She still asked me earnestly, "Please tell me." I paused for a moment to think: "Honestly,

you're an outstanding colleague. Your professional skills, adaptability, interpersonal skills,

and affability are all excellent. You're a very professional woman, and the company is lucky to have you." "

Are you serious? Do you really think so?" She stared at me with wide eyes. I

nodded : "Yes, truly." She smiled brightly. To receive such praise from you, I'm content. You

don't think I won you over because of my looks, do you? I laughed, "Absolutely not." To lighten the mood, I

followed , "You think you're very attractive, huh?" She remained serious and said, "I used to think that way,

but after meeting you, I've started to change. I've begun to doubt my charm. I'm not perfect; there are still

men who aren't interested in me. But you know what? I really care about how people look at me. I got to where I am today

through my own hard work, step by step. If I took any shortcuts, it's just that I'm more approachable, and the boss likes me. But my work is also excellent. I didn't get everything

I have through looks or anything improper ."

I looked at her in surprise. "Why do you say that?" She shook her head. "There are some things you don't

know ." "It's precisely because I don't know that I need to know. Please tell me." I was getting a little anxious. She

stood up, walked to the window, crossed her arms, and stared blankly out the window. I followed her, hugged her, and

asked what was wrong. She turned back and smiled, saying, "It seems I should have a home, a man." I was completely baffled by her words

. She suddenly said, "I'm very bothered by business trips with other men, especially from their eyes and

actions. I see so much helplessness." I laughed and said, "You're a great beauty,

it's ." "But they think I'm frivolous, that I don't rely on my professionalism, but

..." she said somewhat resentfully. I told her, "You have to persevere, just do what you can do." I

laughed and said to her again, "Who is it? Who thinks I'm their darling? I'll go and fight them!" She finally laughed,

"Who's your darling? Aren't you afraid the people at the company will find out about our improper relationship?" I

immediately clarified, "I'm not afraid of anything. It's just that we both have our own careers, and going public wouldn't

benefit either of us, so we won't do that. Let me tell you, I'm a person who loves and hates fiercely! Or I could go to the company first thing tomorrow

morning and shout, 'You're my girlfriend!' I'd rather quit my job!" She covered my

mouth with her hand. "No, no!" "Are you having any difficulties? Do you need my help?" I looked at her...

"It's nothing, a small problem. I've encountered this all the time.

Too many people say it's sour grapes, I don't mind it." She smiled and said, "I only value you now, you're the most

important person in my heart." That night we slept in the same bed. I held her, and she quickly fell asleep. I, however, tossed and turned,

unable to sleep, thinking about what she had told me that day. Clearly, she had encountered something, and it was very

troubling. I wondered who it could be. Although we weren't in the same department, I

knew a few people in her department. I thought and thought, but I couldn't come up with an answer.

Suddenly she woke up. I immediately turned on the light, handed her a glass of water, and she took a couple of sips,

smiling as she looked at me and said, "You're so kind." I smiled back. She asked why I wasn't asleep yet. I said I was thinking about

what she had told me today. I didn't know what difficulties she was facing, and I wanted to know. She looked at me and said, "I'm fine

. I can handle my own problems. You don't need to worry about me. Okay, I want you to sleep with me."

(Some netizens mentioned my work environment above, so I'll briefly mention it here, but only briefly, because

I don't want to describe the industry and specific job content in detail. This experience isn't fictional; the characters in it

are based on real people, and I hope my friends can understand. The company is a consulting firm, doing market positioning,

product planning and packaging, marketing, and sales for various companies. I belong to the company's sales center, and she belongs to

the early-stage department of the company's planning center. Although we are in two different centers, we often

need to )

Life continued as usual, but amidst the heavy workload, I also found warmth. We

still maintained a clandestine relationship. Of course, we still saw each other less often. But thankfully, whenever we had the chance, we

enjoyed life to the fullest. October arrived, and although the weather was starting to cool down, our

city was still quite hot. One day in October was the company's anniversary; this year marked the company's 10th anniversary,

so the company held a large celebration party. The company booked a banquet hall at a five-star hotel and invited

all company employees and leaders from partner organizations. The entertainment was excellent, featuring a hired

performance was the performance by the company employees; everyone had a great time. Our department and

the planning department sat at two tables further inside, with my colleague and me sitting

back-to-back . This allowed me to overhear some of their conversations.

Here, I need to introduce someone: their department director, whom I find rather unreliable, so I'll

call him Director Lai. Director Lai is a 33-year-old man, a graduate of a prestigious university,

a typical academic. Whether it's because he's too "good" or for some other reason, he's still unmarried. He

's professional in his work and adept at interpersonal relationships, with a particular strength in office politics, where he

has a certain influence in forming cliques and cultivating personal connections within the company. We usually get along quite well; I've dined with him a few times with my director

. During the meal, I heard General Manager Lai lavish praise on her, saying how capable she was, how she

had made significant contributions to the company so soon after joining, and that others should learn from her. I was quite pleased. She had done a good job, and I was

genuinely happy for her. Then everyone toasted her. I estimated she had drunk at least 20 glasses and

was worried about her. I gently grabbed her hand from behind, signaling her to stop drinking. She gripped

my hand tightly for a moment, then we separated. After

everyone in each department had drunk enough, it was time for inter-departmental toasts. General Manager Lai led them to our table

to offer toasts. He even specifically praised her on our table, saying how capable she was. When it was my

turn to clink glasses with her, we acted like strangers, behaving very professionally. But when she was about to drink,

I stopped her, saying, "You've had quite a bit. I'll drink this one for you." General Manager Lai immediately said, "This is our

department's gesture. I can drink for her if she can't hold her liquor; it's not your turn." I quickly replied, "Yes, yes." Mr. Lai

downed her drink and then said to her, "It's okay, I'll take your place if you can't handle it." I looked at her

blank expression and said nothing. I drank quite a bit that night and was a little tipsy. She, too, was clearly

a bit drunk.

The company party ended around 10 p.m., but the department party didn't. Everyone had drunk quite a bit,

so they suggested going to karaoke. The sales and planning departments are usually the most boisterous, and these two departments are also full of

young people , a place where handsome singers and beautiful girls gather. Our two departments teamed up to go to karaoke. We got a super large room and

started singing. Mr. Lai sat next to her, occasionally saying something to her. As for me, I was surrounded and teased by

several . Gradually, it turned into a duet between the two departments. When it was my turn to sing, emboldened by

the alcohol, I said, "Which beauty from the planning department would like to sing 'Clearly My Heart' with me?" Several girls stood up

and scrambled to sing. She suddenly stood up too, and I reached out my hand to her. Actually, that night I wanted her too. I don't

know what I was thinking at the time, but I clearly sensed something, something that seemed to be related to her,

something that seemed to be related to Mr. Lai. This was an outward gesture, a way of showing that she belonged to me, and also a test, a test of

her love for me.

We faced each other, singing this old love song. It was less of a song and more of an exchange of feelings. I

expressed my admiration for her, and she expressed her longing for me vividly. This was a bad start,

and misfortune began from then on. After the song, I returned to my seat and glanced at Mr. Lai out of the corner of my eye. I saw that he was

clearly unhappy. After we finished singing, she also sat in a corner, her arms crossed, her eyes

gazing into the distance with a dreamy look. I turned my gaze to her, looking at her firmly. She smiled at me, I

raised my glass, and she raised hers too. We smiled at each other and finished our drinks. Actually

, to outsiders, this series of small actions tonight seemed insignificant, but I knew that between me, her, and Mr. Lai, something unusual was going on. My

intimate actions with her earlier had already displeased Mr. Lai.

At this point, I gradually realized some things she had been hesitant to say to me earlier.

Our . When we left, Mr. Lai insisted on taking her home. Watching her get into Mr. Lai's car,

I felt a mix of emotions. Just then, my supervisor came over, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "Be

smart young man." I stared at him blankly. He pulled me into his car and told the driver to go to **Café.

My supervisor and I went to a coffee shop. He bluntly told me, "You should be able to tell

what kind of relationship Mr. Lai has with that new female colleague. Why are you getting involved with him?" I asked, puzzled, "

I don't understand their relationship." The supervisor anxiously said, "Young man, you're still young. Don't jeopardize your future." Then he

told me what he had noticed, saying that Mr. Lai and she probably had some kind of personal relationship, or that Mr. Lai had feelings for her. Just as I

was about to say something, the supervisor said, "There are plenty of good women out there. Why choose one?" I was speechless.

I was about to tell him about my relationship with her when my phone rang. I saw it was hers and quickly

answered . She said on the phone, "Come to my place, I'm waiting for you." After hanging up, I told the supervisor I had to rush

back. He offered to take me home, but I said no, I'd take a taxi myself. The supervisor patted my shoulder and said, "You're still young, and you're doing a great

job . I don't want to lose you. Don't get involved with people you shouldn't." I bowed my head and thanked him.

I rang the doorbell, and after two rings, she opened the door. We hugged. She hugged me and said, "You were too

impulsive . You know it's not good for you." I said, "As a man, I should do this." She then told me

that on the way back, Mr. Lai kept asking about our relationship. I simply said, "We've only worked together on a few negotiations before,

nothing more." She added that she didn't want to hold me back because of her. I countered, "What is

it that I don't know?"

She smiled bitterly and said, "You're a smart person, can't you see what's going on?" I

dismissively said, "Isn't it just that Lai likes you and is pursuing you?" She said that was true; from the moment I joined the company, he was

very attentive to me. At first, I thought it was because of my abilities and his appreciation as the boss, but gradually

I realized it wasn't like that. And by then, I had fallen deeply in love with you, and we had started

dating . So I resented him. I told him more than once that I had a boyfriend, but he

always just smiled and said, "That's between you and him, it has nothing to do with me. As long as you're not married, I have the right

to pursue you." I also told him how good our relationship was, how outstanding she was, and that he

knew Mr. Lai—always aloof and arrogant—saying he was very interested in me, wanted me to arrange a meeting,

and kept inquiring about my profession. Each time, I could only laugh it off.

Hearing all this, I felt very strange. To be honest,

I had been , unsure whether it was love or not. But

after what she just said, I clearly felt a pang of sadness. From this, I concluded that I liked her.

As a man, especially at this moment, my fighting spirit was at its peak. From the beginning of our relationship,

there were so many coincidences, so many things unintentionally helping us grow closer—for example,

our similar experiences, my initial coldness towards him, etc. These don't mean I'm good at picking up girls;

they just mean these methods worked on her, so it was easy to get what I wanted, and I didn't

appreciate it. Now, when this precious thing is threatened or challenged, its value becomes

all the more real.

"What are you standing there for?" she interrupted my thoughts. I pondered for a moment and said to her, "

What do you think of Mr. Lai? Maybe you two are a good match. He's much better than me." Actually, I was testing

her with this question, even though my bold experiment at karaoke had already succeeded, I still wanted to try.

To my surprise she looked me straight in the eye and said, "What do you think? I never comment on him, and we're not

the same kind of people." She categorized me and her as the same kind of people, Lai as the same kind. Then she said, "My

feelings for you are sincere and unwavering, so I've been very troubled. I can't be open about you; that would

n't be good for you. Many times I've thought about leaving the company to be your woman, but I can't

bring myself to do it. As a woman, my husband is important to me, but work is also a very important part of my life."

I stopped her and told her that it should be me leaving, not her. We looked at each other and hugged

. She said to me, "Don't mention leaving so easily. We're not at that point yet. We need to work

hard for our future." I asked her if she had experienced any harassment during her business trip. She smiled and said,

"I can handle these things, don't worry. But you should change your temper; don't act impulsively." I

smiled.

On Monday, I arrived at the company and ran into General Manager Lai in the elevator. He greeted me as usual and even

patted my shoulder amicably, as if expressing appreciation. I didn't pay much attention. Then, HR

notified me to come over. It was essentially a secondment request; the planning department wanted to second me to their department to strengthen

their efforts in negotiating a crucial project. And the project leader was neither her nor me. I was bewildered.

What did this mean? How could they put me on the same project as her, especially since it was General Manager Lai who seconded me? Then

I thought again, maybe I was thinking too badly of General Manager Lai. Perhaps he only had feelings for her.

He withdrew from the situation after seeing our ambiguous relationship and even made things easier for us. Thinking this, I felt a warmth in my heart,

and my impression of General Manager Lai changed considerably.

I took the secondment application form to our director for his signature. He frowned and said, "Mr. Lai mentioned this to me

, but I didn't recommend you go. However, he insisted. I won't say much more here, just tell you

to find a way not to go, make up your own reasons." I asked the director why, and he just told me to do as he said

. I went back to the HR department and made an excuse that the project couldn't be done right now, asking Mr. Lai to find

someone else. It seemed like HR already knew this would happen, and they directly told me to talk to Mr. Lai. I was even more confused

.

When I arrived at Mr. Lai's office, he smiled at me and even poured me a glass of water before getting

down to business. "The project we're working on is a huge one in the city. It will not only bring huge

profits to the company but also enhance its brand image. Therefore, the boss attaches great importance to this project and is personally

overseeing it. The boss specifically requested that the most elite personnel be assigned to handle it. Considering the actual market

situation , we're seconding you to help with the preliminary work." He then called her over and

said, "We'll work together to complete this project." He will celebrate our success. I was filled with excitement, and even expressed my gratitude to General Manager Lai.

I was extremely grateful; he was such a generous leader and valued me so much. I was overjoyed.

Back at my director's office for the signature, I enthusiastically

explained it. However, my director listened while shaking his head. Just as I was about to finish, he added, "You need to

understand that the more important this project is, the greater its impact on you. The more the boss values it, the more we,

as the operators, will succeed and make a significant contribution; if we fail, there's no turning back." I was about to say

something when there was a knock on the door. Mr. Lai came in and briefly told my director that I was a perfect fit for the project and that he absolutely had to let

me go, even saying I'd only be on loan for a month. The director immediately asked my opinion, and I said I was willing to go.

As soon as I said that, I noticed a slight twitch in the director's facial muscles. He didn't insist but signed the document

. The procedures were simple, and that afternoon I moved into the planning department. My desk

was right next , making communication easy. When I sat down next to her and extended my hand, she hesitated for a long time before shaking my hand,

looking at me with a puzzled expression. I was puzzled. After work, she called me and asked me to come to her house that evening to

talk to her.

I went straight there after work, expecting a warm hug, but when I saw

her, she looked cold and distant. I asked her what was wrong. She seemed very upset and said, "Who told you

to do this project? Do you even know what kind of project it is?"

I smiled slightly and said, "What kind of project? I don't care about anything else. Since you're doing this project, I should help

you, no matter if it's a minefield or a raging inferno, I'll be with you." Her smile only confused me more. Then

she bluntly told me that this project was impossible to complete. The partner company had a

terrible , and their project paperwork had major problems. Under these circumstances, they were demanding

repayment from us—frankly, that's doing something illegal, even unethical, do you understand? "That's normal,"

I said. "Aren't there many companies doing this?" "What's normal about it? What do you know?"

She was almost frantic.

Then she told me that the project had already gone through several changes in personnel, many of whom had failed because of

it . She also said that the project boss himself was involved, and even Mr. Lai himself didn't want to get involved

. I found it even more ridiculous; wasn't that a great opportunity to prove myself? "An opportunity? If it were an opportunity,

would Mr. Lai have let you in? Would he have backed out?" Seeing that she couldn't persuade me, she said, "Things have come to this point, so once you're in, you

have to listen to me. Don't act impulsively." I hugged her and said, "Don't worry, is there

anything the two of us can't handle?" She finally calmed down. We ate together.

The next day, we received a notice that the boss would personally take us to meet the partner company, with Mr. Lai and our

director also present. At the meeting, I introduced ourselves, explaining that we were specifically there to supplement the sales force for this project. The partner

company was very satisfied. One issue was that sales and payments needed to start soon, and it was essential. At this point, our side expressed

its views. Our director explained from various angles why sales couldn't be done now. The partner company argued their case forcefully,

seemingly unwilling to compromise. At this point, Mr. Lai spoke up, roughly saying that although the sales conditions weren't yet

ripe , with my involvement, he believed sales would improve significantly and suggested the company give it a try. He

immediately asked for my opinion. I, of course, continued discussing sales matters with our director, when the boss

suddenly stopped me and told the partner company that we would be deploying sales arrangements soon.

After the meeting, my director and I rode back to the company in the same car. He told me that sales for this project were definitely

necessary , but my previous remarks were intended to present some objective

difficulties to the partner company and our company, so that if things didn't go well, I would have an excuse. However, I was telling him that the difficulty level of this project couldn't be

measured by normal standards; in other words, I was considering the impact of its failure on me. He explained

that he hadn't wanted me to come because he knew the chances of success were slim. The planning department transferring people from our center

was essentially finding a scapegoat for failure, but I didn't listen and insisted on agreeing. He had discussed this with the boss several times,

saying that this project wasn't at the stage where our center needed to send personnel, but I did. But I couldn't say too much. Mr. Lai had

contacted me several times asking for you, and I had clearly refused, but he wouldn't give up.

It was then that I suddenly understood why, when I couldn't explain myself to HR, they directly told me to go to Lai—

it was all part of his plan. Because it happened so suddenly, neither the director nor she had a chance to stop me. I

deeply realized that my situation wasn't good. I was pondering my next move when

she came over and hugged me from behind, gently saying that she was the one who had ruined things, that

she Mr. Lai. I said it was okay, it wasn't a big deal. At most, we received a

task that wasn't easy to complete, but someone had to take it on. If such an excellent team like ours didn't do it, who

would ? She smiled at me and said, "You're right, there's a challenge and an opportunity in it.

Maybe if we succeed, we can make it big in the company." We hugged each other, encouraging one another.

The next day at the company, I was called into Mr. Lai's office early in the morning. To be honest, looking at his face, I really

... The purpose of our conversation was roughly this: the boss wanted to quickly launch the preliminary sales work for this project,

and I was to be fully in charge. He also emphasized the importance of this project to the company, saying that if I could do well, it would definitely be

a great opportunity. He was quite busy with his work and wouldn't interfere too much with the project's progress; I would be primarily responsible for it

. After the conversation, I left his office, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing down on my heart, making it hard to breathe.

Such an important project didn't even have a director assigned to it, yet I was put in full charge. This added to

my pressure. Sitting down, I started thinking about some ideas for how to proceed. She brought me a cup of coffee and

said, "We'll get through this together." I smiled at her. Yes, we'll get

through this together. That morning, we carefully analyzed the project itself and the market, and

developed a complete visit plan. The next task was the arduous task of visiting clients. To be honest, I

hadn't personally visited clients for many years, and these initial visits were very mentally and physically exhausting.

After lunch, I was packing up my documents, preparing to leave the company to begin my work visits, when she

walked over. She had noticeably shortened her height. I was wondering why when she smiled at me. I changed into flat shoes and continued...

"If I wore heels to this field visit, I'd be exhausted!" I looked at her in surprise. "Who said you had to

come ? I had no intention of doing that." She chuckled. "Of course, we're partners, but... but

..." "Let's go, we need to hurry," she said, not giving me a chance to continue, and walked out of the company alone. That afternoon, we visited

several companies near the project site, those that showed interest in purchasing our product. To be honest, this kind of work is really tough;

my legs started to hurt soon after. I could see she was clearly tired too, but she always had a smile on her face, which gave

me some confidence.

That evening, she asked me to come to her house. After dinner, we started summarizing the day's work. Although there weren't

any major breakthroughs, at least we had gained a preliminary understanding of the market. I looked at her, and she looked at me.

I felt a surge of emotion and suddenly hugged her, saying, "Thank you for your support. You must be exhausted today." She

smiled sheepishly and said, "Yes, I am. My legs don't even feel like my own anymore, but I'm so happy. This is what they call

being happy." "Alright then," I said, "I'll treat you properly. Come on, lie down on the bed, I'll give you a massage." Actually, I

didn't know anything about massage; I just gently massaged her calves. I had walked a lot today,

waiting for a leader from one workplace for over half an hour, just standing straight at their office entrance. Her calf

muscles were noticeably stiff. I said, "It's only been one day, how are we going to get through this?" She chuckled in response.

Looking at her long, slender legs, my hand gradually moved to her buttocks—very sexy buttocks,

even more so under her short skirt. I reached over her skirt and gently stroked her through her underwear. After a while, her breathing became rapid

. She suddenly stood up and pulled me, saying, "Let's take a shower, I smell so bad today." In the shower, when we were completely open with each other

, I was tempted again and pounced on her, releasing all the pressure and confusion of the past few days.

She opened her body to welcome me, or perhaps it could be said that she was also releasing herself.

After arriving at the company, I did a detailed analysis of yesterday's visits, noting

the industries that seemed interested in our project. At that moment, she came over and asked when I would leave for

today 's visits. Looking at her sunburned skin, a wave of emotion washed over me. My dear

girl, gratitude welled up from the bottom of my heart.

I smiled slightly at her and said, "Sit down. We can't just run around aimlessly. We need to summarize yesterday's

experience to benefit today's work. You see, these companies are clearly very interested. Could we use this

industry as a breakthrough point?"

Just then, General Manager Lai came over, saw us talking, and asked her to come to her office to discuss something

. She left with Lai, and I sat there alone, continuing my research.

Walking alone on the road of making visits, the bitterness was indescribable. I thought of the hardships when I first entered this

industry . Back then, it wasn't like now, wandering every corner of the city every day.

It's just that I haven't done this kind of work for a long time. After visiting two companies, my legs started to ache. Being turned away made me a little

discouraged. At this moment, I realized that the most basic level of sales is actually the hardest. I still gritted my teeth and was determined

to achieve something. Just then, the phone rang. It was her. She sounded very

agitated , saying how bad Mr. Lai was. It turned out that Mr. Lai wanted to talk to her to withdraw from the

project, analyzing its infeasibility, and had already arranged a very good project for her in another city.

She also said that when she asked Mr. Lai what to do, he smiled and said that he had his own way. Hearing this,

my heart skipped a beat, and I felt an indescribable pain. I looked up at the sky, thinking, "Am

I not going to get over this hurdle?"...

Maintaining my calm tone, I congratulated her and asked when she would leave. She said on the phone, "

Do you think I'll leave?" I told her seriously that we were working, and we had to follow orders. My

words were calm, but my heart was heavy. This endless pain wasn't just for my current situation, but

more for society, for all kinds of people in it, for interpersonal relationships, and for the mutual destruction between people.

She shouted on the phone, "I don't care! I won't go! I won't leave you alone on this project!

We have to fight side by side! I've already rejected him, and he's very angry!" I was speechless, a mix of bitterness and angst welling up inside me.

At the end, I told her I'd come see her that evening and to keep her composure.

For the rest of the workday, I tried to maintain a calm mindset, but my heart wouldn't settle.

I needed to make a call. I got through to my supervisor, who listened quietly until I finished speaking. He told me to let her

leave the project; maybe I still had a chance. I asked why, and he said it wasn't clear over the phone and told me to come to a

nearby hotel. When I arrived, my supervisor was already there, and we began to talk.

He gave me a comprehensive analysis of the project. It wasn't that it was completely unworkable, just

difficult . Doing it well required immense effort and the company's full support. But

the problem was, Mr. Lai only brought you into this project because he had a grudge against you, and that grudge stemmed from her.

If she didn't leave the project, or rather, if she didn't leave you, you wouldn't get the company's support, and how could you possibly complete the project

then ? Actually, it's very simple; Mr. Lai wanted to give you a warning

. Don't you understand?

After hearing this, I didn't know what to say. We're working! Why bring personal

matters The company is innocent! My supervisor looked at me and smiled. "Young man," he said

, "that's life. Work is part of life too. I'll tell you what to do. You need to get her to leave the project for now

. At the same time, I'll try to bring the project back to our center. I'll strengthen our staff,

and together with me, we'll complete it." Besides, Mr. Lai has already achieved his goal. This project is a

hot potato; he won't let go of it. It's just that our workload is greater, and my risk is higher,

but it's worth it for you. I looked at my supervisor, my heart overflowing with gratitude. I could only manage to squeeze out one sentence: "Thank you!!!"

He smiled and said, "No need. Helping you is helping myself too. You're one of my people." He told me

that I needed to persuade her to obey Mr. Lai's arrangements and go to another city. I nodded.

That evening, we met. Her eyes were red; she had clearly been crying. I went over to comfort her, and she hugged me.

I told her, "No matter what, I can't abandon you. It's my fault. I'll stay with you." I

wiped away her tears and told her, "We won't be defeated." Then I told

her my supervisor's analysis and thoughts. She looked at me in surprise, and it took me a long time to speak. "I don't want to leave you, but..." Okay,

I promised her, "You too, keep going! I'll wish you well, and I'll give you everything you need." We hugged

each other , looking out at the dark night. Yes, the night had just begun, and there was still a long time before dawn...

Things went relatively smoothly. She agreed to Mr. Lai's request to go to G City with him to work on that project.

As for me, my supervisor took me back to the sales center. One of the conditions was that the project be

transferred directly from the planning center to the sales center. It was made very clear that the planning center would only cooperate with the sales center on this project

, and the sales center would be fully responsible for it. It was clear that Mr. Lai wanted to absolve himself of

all responsibility , and my supervisor, pressured by my involvement, agreed to all the demands. In this world,

encountering a good leader in your career is extremely beneficial to your development. Without my

director, I might still be struggling at the very beginning, and I am deeply grateful for that.

Back at the sales center, I noticed a change in some colleagues' feelings towards me. Perhaps everyone already knew about my

situation , or perhaps it was because of me that our center reluctantly took on this almost impossible

project, thus increasing our center's risk and causing losses for everyone. I

felt guilty; after all, these comrades-in-arms I had fought alongside were all excellent, and I

was implicated—sigh, it pained me.

The sales center held its first all-hands meeting. Everyone

attended including secretaries and clerks. The meeting's content was that the entire center must work together to win

this project. Sales staff, regardless of whether they were directly responsible for it, were required to provide market

information and leverage their networks to promote it. I was appointed as

the project manager, and I was assigned four assistants and a car to fully commit to the work. At the end of the meeting

, our director said something very insightful that I still benefit from: "There are no projects that can't be done,

only people who can't do them well."

After the meeting, the director called me into his office and asked who I wanted to transfer. He said he would support anyone, and even help coordinate with people outside

the department . I didn't say anything, tears welling up in my eyes. I said, "Just

assign me another girl. I know the center is short-staffed with only three people, and I can't

let my situation affect the center's work." The director smiled and said, "Since I'm willing to give you people, I've already considered everything

. It won't have a big impact." I still refused. One female assistant is enough. Seeing my insistence, the director

didn't press the issue, but simply said, "This project is crucial for you. You must give it your all. We can only

win." I nodded. He called his assistant, Xiaoyun, into his office and said, "Xiaoyun will assist you with this

project from now on." I was shocked. How could this be? Xiaoyun is your assistant. If she does this project,

how manage? The director smiled and said, "I'll take over Xiaoyun's work." Xiaoyun smiled back and said, "Don't

worry , I'll work overtime tonight and then come back to do this work." Looking at my two colleagues, who weren't just friends, but best friends,

I was deeply moved. The director told Xiaoyun, "From now on, you have to listen to him and work hard. We must

win this project. I don't care what methods you use; I only care about the final result." We both nodded.

After leaving the office, Xiaoyun and I went to the office and began to familiarize ourselves with the project, analyzing

its advantages, market positioning, target audience, and so on. To be honest, I now have confidence in this project

because with so many people supporting me, I'm sure I can do it well.

Let me tell you about Xiaoyun. She's a very talented female assistant in our company. She graduated from a top university with a formal

marketing degree and has experience working on several large projects.

She's excellent at communication and is one of the top performers in our center. She's outgoing, has a bit of a tomboyish personality, and looks like she's in sales. She's quite slender and

tall—the kind of elegant professional woman. Of course, she also has many suitors;

during holidays, they practically break down the company door.

We've already done comprehensive preparation for this project, and combined with our previous experience,

the work will soon resume.

Back home that evening, I went to bed early and fell asleep, only to be woken by my phone ringing

. It was almost 1 a.m.; it was her calling. I asked her why she was still up so late. She said indignantly

on the other end , "Rest? I've practically become that lazy bum's wife, spending all day entertaining him." "Have you been drinking?"

I asked. She said she'd had a little, not much, but sometimes it's necessary for business dinners. "Did you miss me?"

she asked playfully. I pretended to be serious and said, "How could I? You know my situation lately."

At this point, I noticed she fell silent, then said, "It's all my fault." I chuckled. "It's okay

, it's not our fault."

She asked about my work, and I told her about our work arrangements. When she heard that Xiaoyun and I were working together

, she fell silent. I asked her if she was asleep. She replied somewhat angrily, "Oh, why didn't you miss me

? Turns out you have a beautiful woman with you. Looks like I'm superfluous now." I asked her in surprise, "How could you

think that?" A moment of silence followed; I didn't know what to say. She seemed equally unsure, finally

saying, "Rest, I'm tired." After hanging up, a strange feeling washed over me. Her comment

made me think about my female assistant. Haha, could something happen between us? Definitely not.

I immediately concluded, "Xiao Yun is excellent, but not my type—she's too impulsive."

Too lazy to think about it anymore, I soon fell asleep.

The next day at the company, I waited for Xiao Yun. At 8:30, she called,

asking me to wait for her downstairs. She and the driver, Lao Wu, had already gone to get the car. I went downstairs and soon saw

her waving frantically at me in a Passat, like a child. I ran over and got into the passenger seat.

Just as I was about to drive off, Xiaoyun said to me, "Could you please sit in the back? If you sit closer to me, I'll eat you alive!"

"Everyone else would love to sit next to me, you blockhead!"

I laughed out loud at her quick wit. "Xiaoyun," I said, "who would dare marry a spoiled brat like you?

If no one wants to marry you, you'll cling to them. You can't escape!" Old Wu in the front was saying too, "Hurry up and sit in the back seat, even the pretty girls are

complaining .

" I sat down next to Xiaoyun in the back, and she seriously handed me a form. Looking at it, I saw it

was a visitation plan. The form was very detailed, categorizing the companies by industry, including their addresses,

phone numbers, contact persons, and our relationships, etc. After reading it, I looked at Xiaoyun, who looked at

me strangely. "Silly boy, what's wrong? Why are you spacing out?"

After a while, I came to my senses and said to Xiaoyun, "You've thought of everything! I admire you!" She laughed, revealing a row of

perfectly white teeth. "Alright, stop flattering me. Let's get to work. I'm planning to visit

these companies this morning. These are all companies related to the director, and the director has already spoken to them."

Looking at the first list of visitors, I felt a warm glow inside.

I'd been working with her on this project since the beginning. Because she was in the planning department,

my ideas for sales were primarily focused on her. Now, things were different. Back in the sales center, with the help of the director and Xiaoyun,

I felt my career path was clear. As long as I persevered, the results would be excellent.

The first company was a bank. We met directly with the branch manager; it seemed Xiaoyun was quite

familiar with him. We briefly introduced the project, and the manager frankly told us he

could help us because our project paperwork was incomplete. He couldn't intervene on behalf of the bank—that would be

a mistake. However, he could privately help us organize some individual clients, for which we expressed our gratitude. Before leaving, the

manager shook Xiaoyun's hand and asked her when she would do him the honor of going to karaoke. Xiaoyun smiled and said, "Once you help us

close the project, I'll sing with you until dawn." The manager laughed heartily.

The second company was a university. We went directly to their vice-principal, who Xiaoyun said was the director's

college classmate. We went to his office and received the same high-level reception, with tea and water served.

After our meeting, they wanted us to stay for lunch, which we politely declined.

At noon, I asked Xiaoyun what she wanted to eat, offering to treat her. Xiaoyun thought for a moment and asked, "What do you and she usually

eat ?" I was taken aback. "Who?" Xiaoyun smiled mischievously. "Who are you talking about? Even Chef Wu seems

to know who I'm referring to." Old Wu chuckled sheepishly.

Suddenly, it dawned on me, "Oh, you're talking about her." I didn't know how to answer immediately. Xiaoyun then spoke up, "Just kidding! Let's just find a restaurant

and grab something to eat. We have two more companies to visit this afternoon." We found a Chinese restaurant. I ordered a set meal,

as did Old Wu, but Xiaoyun only ordered a salad, no main course. When we asked her why she wasn't eating,

she said she needed to maintain her figure. So that's how she stays so slim!

Old Wu finished eating quickly and told us he had some personal business to attend to at home, but he would be back before work in the afternoon. After

Old Wu left, the two of us chatted while eating, and I told her about my happy mood. She laughed and said that

no man who worked with her was unhappy. Actually, it's true. To be chosen by the director to be his assistant in the center,

Xiao Yun must have many unique qualities. The visits to the two companies that morning had already demonstrated Xiao Yun's sales skills.

Her elegant demeanor and perfect timing made even someone like me, who considers myself quite capable, feel inferior.

She suddenly asked me, "Do you regret it?" I was taken aback by her question. "You were assigned to this project,

you must know why, right?" I said I knew, and I didn't regret it. Xiao Yun told me that she was indeed a very

outstanding woman and thought we were quite suitable. I laughed. "You know about us too?" Xiao Yun smiled and said, "Yes,

I know . I saw you two exchanging glances the other day at the karaoke party, even a fool could see it." I smiled but didn't reply. My interactions with

Xiaoyun were very natural. She possesses rich professional knowledge and excellent communication skills, making our conversations

easy.

In the afternoon, we visited two more companies: a trading company and a design company.

Both were private enterprises, and we met with CEOs, all of whom had been contacted beforehand by the director.

Both interest. Because they were private, the CEOs weren't worried about making any political mistakes. We scheduled a follow-up

meeting.

When we returned to the company, it was already past closing time, and most people had left. The director, however, was still in his office. Upon

our return, he called us in, inquired about the visits, and told me that our next

focus should be on negotiating with all private companies. He added that it wasn't a good time to talk to state-owned enterprises or government agencies at this stage. "Xiaoyun," he said, "compile a list of clients of

a certain , and tomorrow you should focus all your efforts on them.

" Afterward, I looked at Xiaoyun and said, "I feel sorry for

you, you're going to have to work overtime again." Xiaoyun replied, "It's nothing, these are very simple." I offered to help her, saying that way she wouldn't be lonely. Xiaoyun smiled and said, "You're so considerate. Okay,

let's work together."

We two accessed the company's database and listed the matching companies together. We discovered that many of

these companies had close ties with our company; some were with the director, and others with General Manager Lai.

By the time we finished, it was past 10 PM. I noticed the tired look in Xiaoyun's big eyes. A girl who

had been working since 8 PM was already exhausted. I offered to give her a ride home, and she smiled and

agreed.

The elevator doors opened, and just as we were about to enter, two people rushed out—General Manager Lai and her. When

the four of us met, Xiaoyun naturally greeted both of them, but I stubbornly didn't

speak , only nodding in acknowledgment. I noticed her eyes were on me, and I couldn't read her expression,

but I knew she was definitely unhappy to see me with Xiaoyun.

Xiaoyun and I got into a taxi together. Xiaoyun playfully asked if I was upset about seeing my

girlfriend with my rival. I smiled and said no. After dropping her off at home, I hurried home myself.

I saw her outside the door; she was already waiting there. She was wearing a white suit and

white high-heeled shoes, her hair loosely draped over her shoulders. Her large eyes looked at me as I approached, her

expression complex.

We went inside together, I hugged her, kissed her, and asked how she had been. She hugged me back, and we...

This allowed us to release all the longing and grievances we had been holding back. We hugged each other tightly and headed for the bathroom.

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