Good things come to those who wait.

I think this force has nothing to do with lust, but rather the need of emotion, the lock that unlocks the knot in my heart. Although I tried yesterday, at this moment I really wanted to unlock Ms. Liu's lock. I gently

held her, our lips meeting. I always felt her technique was a bit lacking, and I was always the one taking the initiative, but I didn't expect that today, with my stamina low, she would launch the attack,

fiercely assaulting my lips, tongue, and palate. My mouth watered, and my body hardened.

The Chinese are great, especially with the invention of the cheongsam. Only now did I realize the greatness of Chinese clothing design. Taking off a cheongsam requires unbuttoning at least four buttons at the collar and three at the waist

. Damn, this is just a simple cheongsam! It's unimaginable how difficult it is to get with a woman wearing a cheongsam. Unbuttoning those buttons took me three minutes.

I saw Ms. Liu's naked body again, and I muttered to myself: I'm coming again!

That battle was truly thrilling, terrifying even to the gods and demons. She was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, while I was like a white rainbow piercing the sun. The duration, stamina, and intensity of our engagement were unmatched by anyone in their health.

Waking up in the morning was a bit awkward. My mother wanted to check if I still had a fever, but the door was locked. She knocked and asked me to open it. When I opened the door, she saw Ms. Liu, still sleepy and disheveled,

lying next to me. I knew exactly what was going on. She had breakfast at my house before going to work. After last night's fierce battle, I felt completely drained. That night, she slept

beside me, nestled in my arms, as peaceful as a kitten.

Later, I learned it was all a conspiracy.

Lying in bed, I took my temperature; it was 38 degrees Celsius. According to the doctor's prescription, I needed to get an IV drip for a day. Sigh, there was no other way. Lying in bed, unable to sleep, my mom brought

me a bowl of porridge. Seeing it reminded me of last night, carefully savoring every detail. Ah, what a lovely girl. I picked up my phone to message

Liu night?" I saw it was from Lei. What did she mean? It was sent at 7 AM, probably

while I was brushing my teeth. Confused, I replied: "What do you mean?" Lei quickly replied: "Your darling is in my car; I'm taking her to work." I said, "How was your performance

last night, little sausage?"

This woman is acting strangely. What did she say? I replied: "Don't talk nonsense with her. Also, what did you say last night?" Lei replied: "Your performance in bed." My heart sank

. Did Liu tell her everything? I immediately replied: "How did you know?" She only replied with two words: "I'll tell you later." I was worried something else might go wrong

.

Suddenly, I realized why she made me drink porridge last night, why I was sick but still had to, and why I was behaving better than usual—it was all that woman's doing!

I picked up the phone and called: "Did you put something in my porridge?" Lei chuckled on the other end: "Isn't it good to help you sweat it out? I just put something to make you happy. How's it going

? Are you enjoying your little lover life? She even slept at your house last night?" I said: "Don't go too far. Although we have a relationship, it should have ended a long time ago. You

know that. If I make a big deal out of it, I'll only lose a girlfriend, but you'll get a divorce." She didn't expect me to say that and froze on the other end of the phone: "Okay, I admit I was wrong this time

. I'm done. You take good care of yourself, and I won't touch your little girlfriend anymore." I said: "That's better for both of us."

I hung up the phone, my heart pounding. I'd never been so nervous, never been so scared. The feeling of being threatened made me uneasy. The fever reducer

worked , and I started to feel drowsy, eventually falling asleep. I slept until noon, when my mother woke me up for lunch. Afterward, I got dressed and went to the hospital for an IV drip. The sun was too strong, and I was too lazy to move

. Around 3 PM, the sun seemed less intense, so I rode my bike to the hospital

. Passing by the injection room, I saw Rongrong and told her about my "task" of getting three IV drips that day. She said she'd come to chat with me after lunch. Then, I went to get my drip. I was so bored

that I texted Liu. She said she was working overtime and couldn't come, telling me to rest and recover. Sigh, I don't know why I miss her so much; I can still smell her scent on my hand. It wasn't until 6

PM that I started the second

IV drip. It was slow, but I kept thinking about the text messages we exchanged. Really, that girl is so kind. "Ah!" I heard someone call me. I looked up and saw Liu: "Did Nong just send a message?" She smiled at me, a sweet smile, a delightful surprise. Sigh, to be honest, this was quite

a surprise . She continued, "I've come to keep you company." "What do you want to do?" I brought some preserved plums. I said, "I'm pregnant, so

I brought preserved plums. Be careful!" She blushed and rubbed her face against me. I suddenly remembered that I had ejaculated inside her last night. "I'm going to die," I said. I said, "We didn't use protection last night." She looked up at me and

said softly, "Yesterday was my safe period." I was shocked: How could she be so knowledgeable? I was about to ask when Rongrong walked in. Rongrong smiled at me,

then noticed the girl at my feet: "Ah, is this your girlfriend?" I said, "My girlfriend." Then she said something that left me speechless: "So what happened yesterday

?"

I was a little annoyed by Rongrong's words. The girl was still so direct. I quickly tried to smooth things over: "What happened yesterday?" I winked at her hard, and Rongrong finally realized: "Oh dear, I

mistook you for someone else. Ah L, are you alright?" I nodded and exchanged a few pleasantries with her before she went to work. Miss Liu wasn't fooled by my evasive answers and kept pressing: "

Who else came yesterday? Tell me." Pressed by her, I said: "The Governor of Hong Kong? Who else? Besides you, only my mother came. Who else?" She was speechless. Women are like wild horses; first, you

have to be fiercer than her to subdue her; second, you have to ride her. Only then can you win her over. She stopped talking when she heard me speak louder than her, so I quickly changed the subject: "Have you had dinner?" She said: "I

came to see you as soon as I got off work." I said: "You'd better be careful. Go buy something to eat; I'm happy you came." She nodded, told me to be careful, and went out to eat.

I lay there thinking about Rongrong, this little girl, and then about Miss Liu. Sigh, "Time flies."
The young girl ate quickly, probably not much before coming back; no wonder she's so thin and has such small breasts. I don't really like this room where IV drips are done; it's full of older people getting

IVs , some of the older women probably over 80. Their bodies are really not young anymore; they were groaning and moaning, which made me feel bad. When I saw her come back, I asked her to help me get the IV bottle and

sit somewhere less crowded. I wanted to find a quiet place to talk to her about her understanding of the "safe period." We found a quiet corner on the first floor; not many people were there,

the lighting was dim, stirring up quiet thoughts.
I looked at her: "Are you still hiding something from me?" She fidgeted with my fingers and said: "No, did Visa say that?" I said: "Let go of your burdens, and tell me about what you did before..."

"It's good to say everything you're afraid of. If we continue to talk, I hope you'll treat me like yourself and tell me everything, okay?" She didn't say anything, her head lowered. I said again

, "The person you just saw was Rongrong, the girl I liked in junior high. I haven't seen her for many years, but it's okay. I'm willing to tell you what happened. Will you tell me?"
She finally spoke: "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it if I tell you, and you'll leave me." After saying that, she cried again.

My head suddenly felt huge, like countless flies were buzzing around me: "Then tell me." Just as she was about to speak, we heard a hurried sound, and a group of medical staff pushed a

hospital gurney over, looking at us with strange eyes, as if they had seen a ghost. They went over, turned on a light, and I looked—oh my god! We

were sitting next to the morgue!

I grabbed her, picked up my IV drip, and ran frantically out. The gurney they were pushing was in Xining!

I only calmed down when I got to a crowded place, panting heavily. Oh my god, I was terrified. I looked at her, she looked at me, and we couldn't help but laugh. Sigh, let's talk about that serious topic later, I

need to pee first. I asked her to hold my phone and other things

while I took the IV drip to the restroom. When I came out, I found her staring blankly at my phone's text messages. I thought to myself: Oh no.
The look of horror in her eyes when she saw me was indescribable. Gentlemen, never buy a smartphone with the SP system! Its storage is limitless!

All my text messages from all over the world are stored there, and I've been too lazy to delete them because it doesn't have a group delete function. Now, she's seen them all.

She asked me: "You sent that really lewd text message last night to that woman, not to me, right?" I didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say. People

walked back , seeing a girl crying, and another strange person holding an IV drip in their left hand, frozen in a daze.

I had no choice but to pull her aside and say, "You know everything? I wanted to tell you, but I didn't have time. Now that you know, I won't say anything more. I just want to say that I've

known her for a long time. It was my fault back then. I had already broken up with her because of you, but what happened with her yesterday was pure nonsense. I'm sorry for what happened yesterday." Regardless of whether Ms. Liu

believed me or not, I felt I spoke very sincerely. She asked, "So what do you want to do?" I said, "I really have nothing to do with her anymore. I made things clear with her on the phone this morning." Ms. Liu

looked at me suspiciously, a hint of contempt on her lips. "I'll find her now, and you can talk to her face to face."

Damn it, she was venting her anger on me! I quickly shouted, "Go vent your anger on me!" She ignored me and walked straight out. A commotion erupted, and soon after, Ms. Liu pulled Rongrong in. "Damn it,

wrong person!" I thought to myself, glancing at my phone. The sender was listed as Elizabeth. "Damn it," I thought, "that's my nickname for Lei." It seemed Ms. Liu had made a mistake. Why was

Rongrong brought over? Rongrong looked at me, unsure what to say, and I didn't know what to say either. Ms. Liu said, "Speak up, Elizabeth, let's make things clear." Rongrong and I were innocent. There was no evidence.

A crowd gathered, curious about what had happened. It was better to be suspected of being Rongrong than Lei. What if my parents found out? What if Lei's

husband found out? I'd be doomed! So, I forced myself to say, "Let's forget about the past. There's nothing to say. We're friends from now on. I have

a girlfriend , we're over." Rongrong looked at me blankly: "What's going on, Elizabeth? I don't understand." I walked over to Rongrong and said, "It's okay, I just got here

. I'll be miserable if I hear about it.

" It's a deep-seated Chinese tendency to enjoy watching a spectacle, or to put it bluntly, to see someone make a fool of themselves for a kind of orgasmic pleasure. More and more people gathered around us. Liu seemed even

more energized, as if so many people were cheering her on: "Ah L, do you think you'll continue like this?" I shook my head helplessly. She continued, "I never thought you were this kind of person,

sigh..." She then started crying, and the locals and outsiders around us began to jeer, leaving Rongrong and me at a loss. I whispered to Rongrong, "Yes, let's get started, I'll help you out later

.

" Liu pulled me aside and said, "What a liar, he cheated me... How can I do that? He'll definitely blame me and keep it from me." Damn it, I was furious! What the hell?! Hearing the few out-of-towners behind me

hesitatingly saying I didn't look like a good person, my anger flared up. Damn it, what have I done besides being a little unassuming and not contributing to the building of a harmonious socialist society? I don't

post political messages online, I don't support Taiwanese independence, I don't lie, I pay taxes legally, and you say I don't look like a good person?! I was furious. I smashed the saline bottle I was holding in my right hand on the ground, glass shards

flying everywhere. People around me were startled and moved away. I yelled: "What the hell? What the hell? What did I do? Damn it! What the hell?!"

As soon as I finished speaking, a group of people around me screamed. Rongrong saw this and shouted that something was wrong. It turned out that due to pressure issues, my blood had started

flowing out of my body through the tube inserted in the saline bottle. In just a few seconds, a lot had flowed out, mixing with the remaining saline solution on the ground, which was covered in my blood. It was terrifying.

Miss Liu was terrified and screamed. Luckily, Rongrong reacted quickly, grabbing the IV tubing and pulling out the needle, which saved me.

It had been a long time since I'd had blood drawn, neither on KDS nor in real life. The last time was in college during a PE class when I kicked an opposing defender and drew blood.

Getting back to what I said, my bleeding had stopped, but I didn't expect Miss Liu to faint at the sight of blood. I mean, I think men fainting at the sight of blood is one thing, but women are invincible! Women are such

monsters every month, how can they not faint at the sight of their own blood bags? This problem still needs to be solved by the TF members on the mountain.

Thankfully, she was alright. Rongrong and I exchanged a glance, and I waved my phone at her. She understood and left, thinking how lucky I was to have gotten away with it this time. Seeing that Miss Liu had recovered, I felt

relieved . There was still one more bottle of saline solution left. After all that commotion, I'd sweated a lot and felt much better. I told the nurse, "Pack it up!" The nurse asked, "How do you pack this saline solution

?" I replied, "Pack it up and store it. Do you issue it like you do at KTV? So we can use it later?" The nurse was shocked: "No way." She discussed it with her supervisor and

gave Damn it, medical care is so expensive these days. This one bottle costs 50 yuan! I did the math in my head. A 3L bottle of water only costs 2 yuan, the saline is probably 50 cents, and the bottle is 50 cents.

They're selling it to me for 50

yuan for these costs! Take it home! I'll pour out the water and use it to warm my mom's hands in the winter." I pulled Liu out. She hadn't recovered from the earlier incident and was still dazed. I took her to the station and looked at her. She finally spoke: "Ah, why did you

lie to me? Did you really break up with her?" I said, "What's wrong? Of course we broke up. Otherwise, if you saw me, would you rush over and be all lovey-dovey? What do you mean by that?"

She lowered her head and thought for a moment: "So, Visai should be called Little Sausage?" A sudden inspiration struck me,

and I said: "My name has 'l' in it, and 'la' sounds like 'la' (腊). My junior high classmates thought I sounded like a 'la' (腊), so they called me Sausage. Since we're close, they call me Little Sausage." I don't know if Ms. Liu was intentionally or pretending: "What 'la' (腊)?" I said: "It's the machine gun that made me dizzy this morning!" She

finally burst into laughter through her tears: "Ha! It's clearly a small pistol, but it's a machine gun!" Seeing her laugh, I felt relieved and saw her into the car: "Go back and get some rest. We'll keep in touch by phone .

" After she got in the car, I breathed a sigh of relief and strolled home. On my way upstairs, I passed 402 and saw a light on inside. I hesitated whether to knock and go in,

but I couldn't resist and knocked. A little while later, Lei opened the door. I didn't say anything and slipped inside. The things that happened that night, plus the hot weather and the long walk, made me feel quite

tired , and I plopped down on the sofa.

Lei came over, poured me a glass of water, and sat down next to me. She said, "What, thought of me again? What are you doing here?" I said, "What are you up to?" She said, "You know

what . What you're up to, I'm up to." I said, "Damn it, I'm up to you, and you

're up to me!" She rolled her eyes at me: "It's all the same. Your little girlfriend is pretty good, she's only been dating for a few days and you've already tricked her into bed, unlike me being blackmailed by some people!" I said, "Am I blackmailing you or are you blackmailing me?! Damn it, when I couldn't find the hole, you even helped me guide me, you're

a complete virgin!

" Lei laughed loudly: "I didn't know that, so you were a virgin when you slept with me?" I felt humiliated: "So, I've been fucked by you, are you finally satisfied?" She sat down

next to me, habitually placing her pair of Elizabethan breasts on my lap: "Ah, actually, I still quite like you." The more I heard this, the more uncomfortable I felt. I said, "

What are you planning to do next?" She said, "Actually, the medicine I used yesterday wasn't for you to do 'that' with your girlfriend." I said, "Damn, do you expect me to masturbate while running a fever? Do you think I'm Bin Laden?!"

She whispered in my ear, "I originally wanted you to come to me when you were burning with desire, but I didn't expect you to handle that girl so quickly. It seems that girl isn't simple either."

Lei's words struck a nerve. I secretly wanted to dig out this secret. I had a feeling that Ms. Liu was not as simple as she seemed. I said, "

Okay, now that you know I'm not lonely anymore, we should probably call it a day. Your husband will be back from South Korea soon, so you should settle down."

Lei said, "Actually, I didn't mean anything by asking you to come last night, but there's something I need your help with." I said, "What is it? Is your boss trying to mess with you again?" She said, "Ah,

you heartless bastard , I wanted you to do something else for me." I said, "What is it?" She said, "I ran into some trouble during my vacation. Remember that guy Sun from the company? He's a chatterbox. He

told Emma about me and Nelson, my boss. Emma seems to be looking for evidence and wants to report us to the board for a power-for-sex deal. What do you think we should do?"

I thought to myself, "The wicked will be punished by the wicked." I didn't care; I had my own problems to deal with. She said, "You heartless bastard, even if you help me one last time, I won't come looking for you again

, unless…" I said, "Unless what?" She said, "Unless you come looking for me again, you heartless bastard." My heart skipped a beat. Sigh, how could I let go of a natural beauty like Lei?

At that moment, another thought flashed through my mind: I can help you, but you have to do me a favor and help me investigate my girlfriend's background.

She smiled slyly: "Okay."

Our underground deal began again. I lay in bed that night, plotting how to make Emma shut up.

Men have their moments of indifference, and women have their moments of lust. The next day at work, after handling some tasks in the morning, I opened my secret email and saw that Lei had sent me all of Emma's information

. The completeness of the information surprised me; it turned out she was Emma's manager, having directly obtained the personnel information from HR. She had also attached Emma's photos—employee profiles from their company magazine

and photos from events. Emma looked quite mature, around 30 years old, with curly hair and not very fair skin, but rather voluptuous. In the photos, she was wearing a

business suit, and wow, she also had a pair of large breasts. I thought to myself, "What a waste that foreigners don't go after her!" Looking at her, I couldn't help but fantasize, drooling, and plotting my actions.

Seeing Emma's resume, I decided to check it out on Chinaren. Chinaren's alumni directory is incredibly diverse. I searched carefully and, sure enough, her class was listed. I went in and looked around

. This woman really liked to stir up trouble, chattering away on the alumni directory and even posting a few photos. Having been on the mountain for a while, I've learned a trick: digging up old posts. I looked through many of their old messages

and found that she was flirting with someone named Li Bin, while others were mocking their past relationship. I found a breakthrough.
I then found her Hotmail account. I searched online and, oh my god, she had posts on Liba (a Chinese online forum). She had a really disgusting name on Liba, something like "

Little Black ." I thought the name was still normal enough, considering she had two little black things on her chest. Little Black Rabbit = Little Black Two. She asked people to PM her some things about child education.

Did she have children? I looked at her resume; it seemed she had no history of childbirth. Why would she need things about child education? I searched for her posts on Liba again and found that she posted quite a lot.

Apart from participating in group buying events, most of her posts were in singles clubs. This woman couldn't be a good person. I looked closely and saw that she had even posted a marriage proposal! Haha, I thought my chance had come

!

In that instant, another thought flashed through my mind: check Liu's background. She was quite low-key in the school's alumni directory, not particularly prominent. I looked closely and found

her email address. Her email address was [email protected]***.com. Someone surnamed Lü named Paul? No, wait, I read it carefully. It's like "lvpaul" meaning "running around"! Does she like a dick

or someone surnamed Lü? I started searching from her junior high school class, and sure enough, I found someone surnamed Lü in her high school class. I've always thought Lü is a very lewd word. "Double-mouth Lü" means

one person with two mouths. Isn't that supposed to refer to a woman, with one mouth on top and one on the bottom? But the most lewd word is "string," which is really shameless.

The email address for that guy surnamed Lü was indeed lvpaul***@**.com. This guy who's been wandering around is definitely the person I'm looking for. Let's see what he's doing now. I found his phone and other things. Damn, he's

working for a company in Shanghai now, not in England or France as Ms. Liu said. Damn, he's clearly in China. Okay, to paraphrase the Count of Monte Cristo's signature: "I have avenged the good

, and now the gods of vengeance have granted me their power to punish the wicked."

The internet can gather everything under the sun, exposing every dark detail of everyone—the good, the bad, the noble, the vulgar. It's the key to heaven and also the

hand that pushes you into hell.

I called Lei and told her what I'd found out this morning. Lei didn't seem to have heard anything about Emma having a child. Apparently, she had a boyfriend before, but she broke up with him because he lived in the Central District instead of

the Inner District did

n't have a car. Now she's stuck in a bind, still single. She's been on a few blind dates, but either the men didn't like her, or she thought they weren't rich enough. I basically got the gist of the situation, and Lei and I discussed whether we should try to provoke her. I looked closely at her "steamed meat" post; it was mostly just her aimlessly bumping it,

with almost no men replying. I felt terrible, so I created a fake account and bumped her post on the forum, writing: "Fated to meet in this life." Like us TF fans

, Emma checks the forum constantly, and she replied in no time, writing: "I have feelings, but you don't know my feelings." Damn! She's really flirtatious. I replied immediately: I'm 38 years old, a marketing director

at a multinational company , 178cm tall, currently own a two-bedroom apartment in the city, and an Audi A6. Is there any hope? Just then

, my boss called me in for a talk, so I had to leave for a while. When I came back, I saw that not only her, but also some other women had come to watch the show, chatting away, and the thread had already been up for over two pages. I took the opportunity to continue posting: "I just had an overseas conference call with headquarters, sorry to have kept you waiting

." Actually, picking up girls is really simple; just satisfy their vanity. I said a few words to her and then left her hanging. Women need to be left hanging for a while.

Next, I registered an email address [email protected]**.net and sent Ms. Liu a very short email: "How have you been lately?" I waited to hear what she had to say. I felt a little

depressed, thinking about that night when I was having sex with her, wondering if she was thinking about other men

. My heart was pounding. I felt that green halo hovering over my head, refusing to dissipate. Some wicked thoughts crossed my mind: threatening her with nude photos,

filming her "turn off her phone" incident... I can't be a cuckold for no reason!

At noon, Lei called me again. She said she noticed Emma was in a particularly good mood at lunch, even pretending to be reserved about dieting, so she figured my post had worked. She told me

to keep trying I said okay. I gave Lei the phone number that was being used, asking her to help me figure out how to get something out of it. Lei asked me to give

her the information about the phone number, including company details, and she'd figure something out.

In the afternoon, I went on the forum again and found that Little Black Rabbit had PM'd me, asking for my MSN. I registered a number for her and added her. Her MSN name was very flirtatious: "Emma, Lonely Little Woman, Today

's Little Yang's Pan-Fried Dumplings Are So Delicious!" I was speechless. I thought of a post on TF Entertainment: women write about every little thing on MSN. Seriously! On a whim, I picked up the phone and told Lei, "

Go downstairs in 15 minutes and buy two liang (100g) of Xiao Yang Shengjian (pan-fried dumplings), then have someone bring them up to her." I chatted casually with Emma for a bit; her Chinese was a mix of English and a lot of incomprehensible symbols

. Damn, it made my eyes blur! If it weren't for helping Lei, I would have blocked her long ago! A little while later, Lei sent me a message: "Xiao Yang Shengjian is ready, it's up." I immediately left Emma

a message on MSN: "Enjoy your shengjian, I have a meeting."

This woman must be very touched.
I stared at the computer screen; the woman seemed very moved, sending a barrage of emojis. I thought, "A gold digger is a gold digger." I called Lei: "Is she happy eating the shengjian?" Lei said: "So happy I almost

cried . I asked her who sent it, and she said 'Secret, Secret Man.'" I said: "Damn, we fooled her. What do we do now?" Lei said: "Play the long game!" I asked Lei

how things were going there, and if that guy had contacted her. Lei said that the guy's company was in foreign trade, and she needed to figure something out. Sigh, it seems you can't rely on women these days;

you have to rely on yourself. I registered an email address [email protected]***.net and sent him an email to that guy's address: "How are you doing?" The email wasn't signed, but

I think he could guess who it was.
After that, I went to work. Around 3 pm, I chatted with "Little Black Rabbit" for a bit. She asked me, "How did you get my contact information?" I said, "Silly girl, your space

is

Looks like I've won over this tough girl; she's been pestering me for photos. Damn, can you just give out photos like that?! Do you expect me to give her my photos? Or maybe I should give her photos of Simon or Mint? I

don't look 38 at all! I told her, "Let's talk again after we go out." Then I logged off. I opened my email and found that both Ms. Liu and that guy, Luanpao, had replied.

I was excited, but also a little worried, that I could finally expose their secret

. I opened Ms. Liu's email: "It was my fault before. I walked away. I broke up with him. Now I'm doing well. I have a great boyfriend. He likes me a lot, and I like him a lot.

How are you?"

I then opened Luanpao's email. His words shocked me: "Is that older man treating you well? I'm doing well. We work at the same company now. Let's not talk about what happened two years ago.

Let's go our separate ways.

" Who was that older man? Who wronged whom? What exactly happened? I was confused.

I sent Luanpao another email, this time as Ms. Liu: "Are you free lately? I'd like to meet up." Then, as Luanpao, I messaged Ms. Liu: "How's that older man doing lately

? Is he still the same?" I carefully read the emails, making sure I hadn't sent them to the wrong people like before, and then forwarded them to them, waiting for their replies. I wanted to know

who was and what he had done to Ms. Liu. Although I feel much better today, I'm still a bit weak. It's a good day; the typhoon is here, and the weather is much cooler. I went to the hallway, took a drag

of my cigarette , and thought about the events

of the past few days. Suddenly, I remembered an important phone call I hadn't made. The voice on the other end was so sweet, like the cute pink Hello Kitty. That soft "hello" made my heart flutter: "Rongrong, it's me, Ah L. Yesterday's incident

was a bit messy. My girlfriend is in trouble, so I asked you to help me with some things. Is there any way to help me?"

Rongrong chuckled softly on the other end: "Ah L, I didn't expect you to be so cunning now, fooling me! How can I compensate you?" I said: "I've already done it." Rongrong said: "I saw on

TV recently that Bishenke has released a new pizza, and they're probably sold out." I thought: "Oh dear, a pizza costs a hundred yuan, that's fine." But I gritted my teeth: "Okay, but you have to bring your boyfriend.

When he comes, I need to eat. I just had a fever and chills, so I need to eat more." Rongrong chuckled on the other end of the phone: "I have plenty of guys, you're practically surrounded by beautiful women." I

blushed , knowing I'd gotten my hands on her this time. I made plans to treat her to dinner at the Pizza Hut near my house tomorrow night.
I was anxious to read the email, but after refreshing my inbox several times, I still hadn't received a reply. I was getting a little impatient, but what could I do? That evening, I went to the bus station as usual. When I got off work, Ms. Liu

was already waiting there. She happily hugged me when she saw me: "Ah L, what a busy day! I texted you at work but you didn't reply. Why aren't you on MSN? Are you feeling well?"

I said, "I was busy today, but I feel pretty good."
I saw Ms. Liu onto the bus and stood on the platform waiting. The bus was crowded, and several women were dressed provocatively. I couldn't help but want to move closer to them. Suddenly, the bus braked sharply

, and a woman in a low-cut top who revealed her cleavage lunged at me, knocking me into her arms. Normally, I would have been tempted, but not now. After experiencing so much, I

've seen through a lot. Women are all the same, with two centers and one basic principle. In the dark, they're all the same. Sigh, as long as I like them, that's enough.

After getting home and washing up, I went online to browse KDS. I felt like I'd aged a lot in the past few days, having experienced so much highs and lows. Seeing those youthful, carefree posts seeking help in relationships left me indifferent

.

Another day passed; it was Thursday. I finished my work around 10 PM and checked my emails. Liu had replied: "I haven't been in touch with him for a while. I

was just a fleeting passerby in his life." Luanpao replied: "What do you want? Do you think we can go back to the way things were?" I replied to Luanpao: "Nothing, just wanted to see you. I have some

things to ask you. Is tomorrow night convenient?"

I opened MSN and saw Emma had left me many messages, like asking for small gifts and asking for my address. She sent me a cute emoji when she saw I was online. I

replied an emoji, and she asked: "Did you see my message?" I said: "Too busy, my assistant did it for me." She said: "Are you free tonight? Shall we have dinner?" I thought to myself,

"Women on the fence are really open-minded, not just Pili Beibei, but Little Black Rabbit too." I thought to myself, "Stay calm, stay calm, I must stay calm." I told her, "I'm not in Shanghai, I can't come back,

I'm sorry ." She asked warily, "Where are you?" I suddenly thought of Lei's husband and said, "I'm in South Korea." She was surprised: "You're not in China?" I sent a sly emoji,

and she said, "Do you have a photo?" I said, "I don't have one with me." After that, I chatted with her casually for a few minutes, because I didn't have a target yet, so it wasn't good to make a large-scale move. I called Lei: "What are you going to do

now ?" She said, "I want to ruin her reputation and make her give up on her own." My heart sank when I heard that. How come women seem so kind, yet they can be so ruthless

? Time passed quickly, and when I got off work, I went to the station as usual and saw Miss Liu. I asked her, "How was today? Did it go well?" She looked at me and said, "It was alright." I really wanted to know what had happened between her and

that old man who was running around. When the car arrived, she asked me to kiss her, and I reluctantly did. But I felt a little disgusted, like

taking a dump in a latrine that hadn't been flushed after many people had finished. Luckily, I still had Rongrong. I had already made a reservation, and we were having dinner together tonight.

I was late for our date again, and Rongrong was already waiting for me. I couldn't tell when she was at work, but because of her nurse's cap, I could see her slightly dyed, slightly yellowish hair. It wasn't long, just

shoulder-length , like Suzuki Honami from Tokyo Love Story. She was wearing a light yellow strapless top, a seashell bracelet, and a seashell pendant on her chest. The pendant

nestled between her breasts, making my mouth dry.

Pizza Hut is a luxury for me; one meal there costs two days' wages, so I've almost never eaten there. I asked her to cook, and she didn't hesitate to order a cheese seafood supreme

, a herb shrimp, a colorful sundae, and an orange juice. While ordering, she said, "Men need more vitamins, especially men like you with two girlfriends."

I quickly explained, "Actually, I'm quite troubled right now." She laughed, just like she did 10 years ago: "Of course I'm troubled. I can take care of the older one, but I can't take care of the younger one." I quickly said, "Actually, it's not

like that. I'm being controlled by two women." I basically told Rongrong everything, except for the details of my relationship with Jianlei. She listened as if it were a novel. Later, things

like aphrodisiacs and Liu's two boyfriends left her speechless

. After telling Rongrong, I suddenly felt relieved: "Rongrong, I don't know who to believe in this world anymore, but it doesn't matter. It's the same whether you believe or not. But I still

miss the life we had when we were kids." Rongrong looked at me: "Did you receive the letter I wrote to you later?" I said: "What letter?" It turned out that Rongrong had written me

a letter after we went our separate ways after graduating from junior high school, but heaven knows why I never received it. I asked her: "What letter?" Rongrong smiled without saying anything: "Let bygones be bygones."

Chapter 34

Everyone has their own past. Some people bring it up, while others bury it deep in their hearts. My story with Rongrong is actually very simple. It was a simple and

pure love between young people. She told me about what happened after she graduated. After graduating from nursing school, she went directly to junior college and worked as a nurse for a few years. During that time, she also had some relationships, but they were just short-lived, leaving her

with a few memories and a few daydreams.

After dinner, I took her home. The rain brought by the typhoon pattered on the umbrella. The two of us and the two umbrellas created distance between us. I looked at her, and she crouched down and slipped into my

umbrella. I gently put my hand on her waist.

We passed by the middle school we went to together. Back then, the school gate seemed so tall and grand; now, looking back, it's just so ordinary. She still lives in the same old place. I remember going to her

house with a group of friends before, and I even broke her dad's ashtray. Memories of the past flooded back.

I believe many fans have had similar experiences. Sometimes, there's no need to say anything; silence is more touching than explanation. I walked her to her door. Before she went upstairs, I mustered my courage and

said, "I've had a wish since I was 15. Could you grant it to me?"

She looked at me without saying a word. I said, "Can I hold your hand?" She smiled gently, extended her slender hand, and I gently took it, waving goodbye.

When I got home, my mother said, "You've been venting your anger, your wife is going to help you out." I said, "What? Your wife?" My father ran over: "Your mother misses her grandson, so she's going to get a girlfriend

." I thought to myself, "Sigh, so green, so green." At this moment, my dad mysteriously pulled me into my room: "Little coffin, what's wrong with you? Are you sick or something? Is

your health going to be terrible?"

I said, "What? What's wrong with me? You should be hungry!" My dad slapped me on the head. "The other day you had a fever and chills, and the little girl even got sleepy. What are you doing now

?" I could only deny it: "Nothing, just sleepy." He slapped me on the head again: "Sleepy? Do you think I'm a prostitute? Mom saw you and you were eating some napkins! Is your

health going to be terrible?" I lowered my head and said, "Oh." My dad continued: "Now it's good, sugar-free is good, it's so good!"

I took a shower, turned on my computer, and checked my email. It was a message from Luanpao, saying to meet at 6 PM tomorrow at the KFC in People's Square. Finally, we could meet! I really wanted to

know the answer.

The next day at work, I carried a baton in my pocket just in case. The weekend was uneventful, a quiet day, except for occasionally dealing with the fiery Emma.

Ms. I declined. I had to work overtime tonight, and I really didn't want to see her until things were clear.

After work, I rushed to People's Square. As I reached the KFC, I took out my phone. Just then, I heard someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw a face that was both familiar and

unfamiliar .

People's Square was packed with people—Shanghainese, people from other parts of China, foreigners, all kinds of people, tall and short, fat and thin. The person who tapped my shoulder was about 1.7 meters tall, very strong, probably around 200 pounds, with

a round face, big eyes, thick eyebrows, a full beard, and long hair, though it seemed to be thinning in the front. He was wearing a black shirt, and upon closer inspection, I realized it was a wide-legged shirt! His

voice was deep, and he was holding a camera; having some knowledge of digital cameras, I recognized it as a Sony F828. He patted my shoulder: "Are you Benjamin?" What was he saying? I didn't know. Sigh,

KDS is everywhere. I said, "I don't know what you're talking about." Seeing that I ignored him and walked away, he went to find someone else, patted their shoulder, and asked if they were Benjamin. What a nutcase!

I took out my phone and called Luanpao. I figured he was nearby; I could hear the sounds of nearby buses coming from his phone. I said, "Your surname is Lü, right?" He said, "Yes, that's me." I said, "I

invited you to KFC. Where are you now?" He immediately became alert: "Who are you?" I said, "I'm a friend of Liu**, and I'm here to ask you some questions." He paused for a moment on the other end of the line and then

gave me his address.

I saw him; he waved to me. Luanpao looked about my age, thin, wearing glasses, and overall quite energetic. He asked me, "What do you want from me

?" I said, "I've been dating her for a few months, and I've found that she's not as simple as she seems." Luanpao smiled and said, "A young girl like her isn't complicated at all. Don't overthink it, just treat her

well ." Luanpao's words deepened my interest in the story behind Liu: "So, could you tell me about that old man?" Luanpao looked at me: "Is that old man

still harassing her? Did you find out?" I said, "No, but I feel like she's hiding a lot from me." Luanpao said, "Actually, she's just a foolish woman. She can't do anything right and

gets fooled by others. The old man is one of those things."

Luanpao was very talkative and told me everything about Liu. I could hardly believe that such a lovely and innocent

girl like Liu could do such complicated things, and that scoundrel old man was someone I even knew! It was outrageous! I was furious. I knew that to understand this more clearly, I needed to find someone to help me!

The story is this: Luanpao and Liu were high school classmates and got together in high school. Then they both got into the Foreign Trade College in Songjiang. High school romances often blossom in college

, where the bond is naturally stronger than ever. Freed from family constraints, college romances thrive.

Luanpao, like many normal men, had sexual needs, but when he brought them up with Liu, she always flatly refused, saying, "They

'll be yours eventually, don't rush." They remained together for two years. Then, one night in their junior year, Liu told Luanpao, "I need your help with something." Luanpao

rushed to their dorm, and Liu, seeing him, hugged him tightly: "I'm pregnant." Luanpao was stunned, utterly

shattered , and even I, the listener, was bewildered. I had been wondering why, when I had sex with her, my penis went in instantly, unlike

the confusion I felt with Lei. All the mysteries were suddenly solved. Luanpao was dumbfounded. Was his girlfriend some kind of saint? What was going on? But Ms. Liu's later explanation left Luanpao even more

dumbfounded. It turned out that Ms. Liu's supervisor had slept with her during a private conversation in her office, and was supposedly coerced into having sex with her several times afterward. I thought

this supervisor was truly a beast! Even more despicable than our KDS PhD student! I asked Luanpao if he had confronted the supervisor. Luanpao said forget it, what's the point of getting involved? He just considered it

bad luck, and then took Ms. Liu to have an abortion. That was roughly the end of it. Later, he told me Ms. Liu's supervisor's name: Cao Desheng. I was stunned. So that

was Lei's husband's name!

What a tragedy! What retribution! That old saying came to mind again: those who commit adultery will eventually face retribution. I lit a cigarette and walked down the street, pondering the whole story: Ms. Liu

maintained , but went to Cao Desheng to offer herself, then became pregnant and asked Luanpao for help, after which they broke up, and I ended up taking care of the child. Damn, this cuckold's hat isn't just green, it's downright green

. I recalled so many details of my time with Ms. Liu; no wonder she was so good to me. She was so familiar with everything, her actions were so natural, and most importantly, she could accurately

calculate my safe period. Good heavens, besides me, she's hooked up with several other rich guys.

What should I do about this? Ms. Liu has completely severed ties with me. This woman not only had sex with me, but she's also pregnant. Sigh... I should sympathize with such a fate, but it happened

to me. Should I feel heartache or regret? All the apologies I felt towards Lei's husband have vanished, leaving only a few traces of hatred. I think I should talk to Lei about this

.

After I got home and finished dinner, I sent a message to Lei. Lei was still home, so I made an excuse to go out and buy something and slipped downstairs. Lei left the door open, so I pushed it open and went in. I saw that her house was lit with candles.

Although it looked so quiet and cozy, a sense of fear rose in my heart. I looked around and, sure enough, I found her feather duster.

I said, "I'm not going to mess around with you today. I have something to discuss with you." I ran over and blew out the candles one by one, then turned on the light: "You know what? I know about Miss Liu's matter." She said, "You're

so capable? How did you find out?" I told her about it, and when I mentioned her husband's name, I hesitated: "Xiao Lei, don't be surprised if I tell you who it is." She

nodded . I said, "It's your husband." She looked at me in surprise: "How is that possible? Are you trying to frame him? Don't worry, I won't tell him about you and me. Don't

joke with me like this; this story is a bit too far-fetched." I said, "I'm not lying to you. It was the guy surnamed Lü who told you to call him who told me." Lei did the math: "About three years ago,

around 2004." She frowned: "No wonder, no wonder, she always told me mysteriously that she wanted to watch the Olympics with her classmates at school, that's how it felt." I cursed inwardly:

"Damn it! Cao Desheng, while everyone else is watching the Olympics, you're participating in it, in gymnastics, archery, javelin, weightlifting, and horseback riding! I'm so pissed!"

Lei was clearly unable to accept the reality, just like me. I never imagined things would develop to this point. Although I knew the situation behind Miss Liu was complicated, the complexity far exceeded

my expectations, and the scope of the implications was beyond my foresight. I took Lei's hand: "What do you want to do?" Lei was speechless. I believe she was also pondering all that had happened

, things that were so unbelievable, yet so real. She placed her hand on my shoulder, rested her face on it, and began to sob: "Things aren't going well at work, and there are problems

at home too. How could I be like this?" A woman's tears are a powerful acid that can melt a man's heart of stone. Hearing this, my heart ached. Sigh, all my interest in doing anything else vanished; I just wanted to

resolve this matter quickly.

My phone rang. I saw it was a message from Ms. Liu, asking if I had eaten dinner, what time I would get off work, and other caring questions. I scoffed. Did she think I was the Governor of Hong Kong? I deleted the message immediately

. Then I thought of Rongrong. Yesterday at this time, I was probably strolling with her in the neighborhood under an umbrella. I sent her a text message: "I know everything. I want to talk to you."

Soon, Rongrong gave me her QQ number, and we talked about these things online. She was also somewhat surprised, feeling that such a complicated story was like a soap opera—how could it happen

to someone close to her? She asked: "What are you planning to do?"

I thought for a moment, and an idea suddenly came to me. I told Rongrong: "I might need your cooperation later." Next, I called Luanpao and asked him for Cao Desheng's MSN number. Luanpao came over

and gave me the number within 15 minutes, so I began my revenge plan. I registered another account as a woman, opened an MSN Space, and copied some

things from Emma's Space. To increase my seduction appeal, I found some flirtatious "artistic photos" that Emma had posted on the forum. Finally, I wrote in the self-introduction section: "In the lonely night, seeking powerful

warmth.

" Grandma's Space was really troublesome, with many plugins. It took me a long time to make it look basically decent. After that, I added Cao Desheng's MSN. Coincidentally, this lecher was online, and she added me too. I said: "Teacher Cao

, I am one of your former students. I asked a former classmate for your number and would like to ask you some questions." Then we struck up a conversation, and Cao Desheng, as expected, was a lecherous man

, hiding a lustful heart beneath his hypocritical exterior. I found some questions online and asked a few about basic principles. He answered them all. After a while, my

stomach started to feel uncomfortable, so I went to the bathroom. When I came back, he had given me a long lecture, asking which year I graduated from, saying he couldn't remember me from my photo, and so on. I thought to myself, "Of course he remembers!"

I casually made up a few things, saying I was in a bad mood and things weren't going well at work. Then we chatted for a bit, and finally, I asked him knowingly, "Is Mr. Cao in

Shanghai ?

" Men never miss an opportunity to hunt for women, just like goldfish are never full. Women are just trying to prove themselves, and men are just trying to outdo each other. Cao Desheng replied, "I'm in

South Korea ." I pretended to be surprised: "Isn't that interesting?" He then rambled on about some South Korean anecdotes, which were quite interesting to listen to. I deliberately steered the conversation in an ambiguous

direction: "I wonder if Professor Cao has a girlfriend from South Korea? He was quite dashing when he left school." That slut could only reply, "I don't have a girlfriend." I thought to myself, "What

a clever line, 'No girlfriend, but a wife.' Sigh, I knew it was this

kind of guy. I'm just playing you." I then made up a story for her—or rather, something I read on KDS. I told her my boyfriend had health problems and we broke up. He asked with concern, "What kind of illness is it?" I sent him a shy emoji: "Men's health

issues ...sigh." Never mind

, I know I've got him hooked. The most important thing now is not to give myself away! Then I opened another MSN with MSN Shell and found Emma online. She was happy to see me too.

For my revenge plan, Emma, I'm sorry!

Section 37

continues the story. Actually, flirting is simpler and more direct than daydreaming. It doesn't require much. Later, I didn't need to improvise at all; we just copied and pasted our MSN conversations

, filtering them appropriately. Now, we basically don't talk about academics or work anymore; we start chatting about everyday things, which is great. I'm quite happy about that. We talked about

life . This woman's mind is always on food. Maybe she's happy that her workplace is close to Wujiang Road. That damn fence-like woman!

And that guy without company often sends me photos, all taken by him in Nanbangguo. Sigh, thinking about Lei being with her makes me sad. To be honest, deep down,

I still like Lei more. Although I can sometimes see the darkness in her heart, from a purely female perspective, she's a pretty good woman. Her figure, looks,

personality , and certain physical skills all make a man's heart flutter. For Ms. Liu, having her facade ripped off was incredibly ugly, even making me feel

nauseous. I didn't want to think about her, didn't want to have any thoughts related to her.

We chatted until 11 pm, then I felt drowsy and fell asleep! When I woke up the next day, I found someone sitting next to me. I was startled to see Ms. Liu had somehow sneaked into my house. She said, "I

came early this morning. You must have been home late yesterday. Send me a text message. I was a little worried and came to check on you." As she spoke, she reached out and slipped her hand under my blanket, then

down my shorts, grabbing my penis. She started fiddling with it like we used to when we were kids playing in the water. "Damn, I haven't 'exercised' in days

. The Oriental Pearl Tower is standing up again, getting hard!" I said, "What do you want to do?" She leaned closer and squinted her eyes: "Just thinking about it." A thought suddenly popped into my head: Was she the one who

squeezed that old man's penis downstairs and said, "Just thinking about it"? Damn, she's really busy with a million things every day. I said: Teach her properly, you little brat! She kissed me: Hey,

I just went to Hey, what a little dish, she made me wait. I said: Then you can't just squeeze it randomly, you'll break it. She said: It's okay, your thing is like a car's gear shift. Saying that, she

squeezed it and turned it back and forth, shifting it. Oh my god! I quickly jumped aside: Teach her properly!

She looked at me with her little squinty eyes, her voice sweet. It's hard to imagine that she's the female protagonist of yesterday's story. Since yesterday, since I met Luanpao, Miss Liu is no longer

the girlfriend in my heart. I'm vaguely afraid of her, wondering how many stories are behind her. I thought to myself: It's time to break up with her.

Based on my observation and personal experience, breakups usually fall into several categories.
The first type is the quick and decisive type: I don't care anymore, we're all in the same boat.

The second type is the "confused and distraught" type: I didn't want this either, but the situation has changed...

The third type is the "blame-shifting" type: I can't help it if you keep acting like this, so let's break up.

The fourth type is the confused type: Nobody thinks we're a good match, and I also feel we're not suitable, so let's break up.

The fifth type is the coercive type: The situation is like this, do you think there's any point in us continuing to talk?

I'm planning to use the fifth method. Subconsciously, I still really like this kind of girl, mainly because she's good to me. I've seen so many people, materialistic, lustful, selfish, and

many others , but Miss Liu always thinks of me and considers my feelings. I'm still a little reluctant to break up, but I feel that Miss Liu will bring nightmares to my life, making me constantly think that my woman

might be deceiving me, might be betraying me.

While brushing my teeth, I tried to organize my thoughts and think of what to say. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went into the house, only to find that Miss Liu was nowhere to be seen. I turned around, and she seemed to jump out from

behind , hugging me tightly: "I missed you so much! I can't stop thinking about you. I thought I'd come here even with my eyes closed. Yesterday, I was waiting for you at your workplace, but you kept me waiting. Today, I couldn't wait

any longer, so I came to see you and give you a kiss." I gasped. How was I supposed to say anything? I said, "It's time to get back to her. I need to get back to her." She playfully ran to

the bed , her cute short skirt fluttering. My eyes fell on her pink shorts, and I told myself, "Hold on!

" I sat beside her, letting her play with my hand. I spoke, for the first time in Mandarin, so seriously discussing this issue with her. After all, ending a relationship, and personally

extinguishing this feeling that had haunted my dreams for so long, is very difficult. I said, "Some things can't be helped. What's done is done. We can only choose to accept it or not, don't you

think?" She nodded, seemingly unaware of my next topic. I continued, "Your past stories, that guy surnamed Lü told me all about it." As soon as I finished speaking,

her face turned deathly pale, her eyes widening as she stared at me: "He lied to you! He just liked to lie to you! I really believed him." I felt that by continuing that heavy topic,

I wouldn't have to say anything more purposeful. I took a deep breath and looked at her: "Like I said before, accept what you can accept, and don't accept what you can't. I find it hard

to accept this fact."

She burst into tears: "Ah, does this mean you want to break up with me?" I put my arm around her shoulder: "Yes, I have no way to face it. Really, I was just being honest and kind, I really like you,

but this problem is something I can't accept. Yes, it's over." As I spoke, I stood up, found a cigarette and lighter, and went to the balcony to smoke. I could only hear her crying behind me,

her sobs heart-wrenching. Those words were heavy in my heart, but saying them aloud made them even heavier. I didn't dare look at her because I had once liked the crying girl in front of me so much. I

took a few deep drags, threw away the cigarette, and went to her side: "It's all my fault. Just accept it as me." She cried and said a few words, which I couldn't hear clearly, but I vaguely remember her saying that her

life was miserable.

Indeed, she had broken up with her childhood sweetheart and long-time lover because she fell in love with a school teacher, became pregnant unexpectedly, and was then abandoned. Afterwards, she poured her heart and soul into a new relationship, only to have

all her past misdeeds discovered. A flower about to bloom was abruptly plucked from its vine; anyone would feel it was a cruel twist of fate. And what about me?

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