The young woman who bought the breakfast cart with money

I'm an ordinary bank employee, living a regular nine-to-five life. I ride my motorcycle to work every day, and
when I pass through the East District, I always stop near a breakfast cart at the corner of an alley and buy breakfast. The breakfast from the cart
is pretty good, but what catches the eye most is the owner.
I remember the first time I bought breakfast from her, I thought she looked ordinary, but after buying from her a few more times, I gradually found
her more and more pleasing to the eye. She's in her early twenties, with dark, bright eyes, her hair tied in a ponytail, and her skin, though not fair, has
a healthy glow. Perhaps it's for convenience when she makes rice balls and pancakes, but she always wears tight-fitting shirts, always
the same few styles. The inexpensive clothes cover her young body, and her breasts are obviously naturally firm. It
's hard to her age, a college student, would be willing to do such a hard job. Is she helping to support her family?
After buying from her a few more times, when she hands me the rice ball, I always deliberately touch her hand,
feeling that gentle touch for less than a second. I'd always wanted to tell her I had a stable income and asked her to date me, promising
to make her happy, but I could never muster the courage.
Then one day, when I went to buy breakfast, I saw her with a rather handsome man helping to serve
customers, and a little boy, about six or seven years old, fawning over her, calling her "Mommy." My heart shattered
instantly ; my months-long fantasy was shattered. That day, I hurriedly bought breakfast and went to the bank where I worked
, but I couldn't calm down; it felt like I was back in the days of my first love.
A few days later, I went to buy breakfast again and watched her frying egg pancakes in the morning sun, her skin glistening with fine beads
of sweat. I felt so sorry for her and resolved to see if I could help her, to stop her from working so hard
in public .
As I waited, coincidentally, the weather was bad that morning, so she probably closed up shop early and came to our
bank . I saw her walking towards us with her husband from afar; she was wearing a blue plaid fitted shirt and well-
tailored jeans, her figure still so slender. On a whim, I quickly told the teller to come to my office to get
the documents. I stood at the counter waiting for her to come and assist me. It turned out she was there to open an account.
At our bank, opening an account requires going to the counter on the second floor. I led the couple upstairs and found an L-shaped
sofa for them to fill out their forms. They seemed a little embarrassed to sit down
, perhaps because they had just finished their business and were covered in grease. I insisted it was alright and asked them to sit, and they reluctantly sat on the edge of the sofa. I looked at
them , thinking how truly happy they were.
After reviewing their forms, I learned the woman's name was Fan Jiang Yimei, a rare compound surname, but her given name was quite ordinary
. She was from Hualien and currently resided in a remote area. Judging from her well-proportioned figure, she might have some
indigenous ancestry. They brought 5,000 yuan to open an account. I told them that 100 yuan would have been enough, but they insisted on
using the full 5,000 yuan. I accepted the neatly arranged but slightly greasy banknotes and told the teller to take
them .
Just then, I heard the man say, "Yi-mei, Xiao-yong will be starting elementary school soon. We can't afford his education expenses
. These days, elementary school textbooks, tutoring fees, after-school care, equipment, etc., all cost a lot.
We also have to rent a place and send money back home. What will we do if we don't have enough money?"
Yi-mei said, "It's okay. We'll get up a little earlier and sell breakfast to try and raise some money. After noon, we can go
help clean buildings."
The man said, "I'm so sorry. Bringing you out here hasn't brought you happiness; instead, it's made you suffer."
Yi-mei said, "It's alright. We'll do what we can."
I thought to myself, they are truly an optimistic couple.
The next day I went to buy breakfast again. This time, I deliberately didn't wear a helmet. She immediately recognized me as the friendly
bank assistant from yesterday, and greeted me with a big smile. I smiled back. When she handed me the egg pancake,
a thought flashed through my mind. I pretended I'd forgotten my money, apologized, and prepared to leave. She said, "
It's okay , you can pay next time."
I said, "How could I? Why don't you come to our bank after you've finished your business? I'll treat you to tea
and help you with the employee discount deposit; you can get higher interest." As
soon as she heard about the discount, she readily agreed and turned to her husband, saying, "Brother, you can close up
shop after you're done. I'll go to the bank to take care of something and come back to help you soon."
I nodded to her husband, who also recognized me as the assistant from yesterday and smiled and nodded as well. So I
went back to my office to wait for Yi-mei to arrive.
About 30 minutes later, Yi-mei knocked on the door of the assistant manager's office on the second floor. I invited her in and sat down. She was still wearing
the kitchen apron she used for making pancakes, which was a little greasy, but her breasts were full, and her youthful figure was still obvious at a glance.
She tossed her hair as I explained the preferential interest rate. Halfway through, I said, "Oh, right, I haven't given
you your breakfast money yet."
I opened my wallet to return the money for breakfast. When she saw my wallet full of neatly arranged and shiny thousand-dollar
bills , her eyes were filled with envy.
After talking for a while, she asked, "How much is your monthly salary?"
I thought I finally had a clue, so I answered, "About 200,000!"
She heard me gasp, "So much!"
I said, "Yes!"
Then I turned around and opened the safe behind my desk. Inside were nearly 3 million in cash,
and I could see that she was even more envious.
Seeing that the time was right, I said to her, "If you need money, I can give it to you, but..."
I paused slightly, looking into her eyes, my gaze slowly moving over her entire body—her full breasts, her shapely
waist her long, slightly fleshy thighs, and that alluring area between her legs.
Her face flushed slightly, as if she were thinking about something, seeming a little angry and hesitant
. I panicked a little and quickly said, "Just kidding, I can lend you money if you need it."
She paused, then said in a very soft voice, "Is it the kind of loan where you don't have to pay it back?"
I was momentarily confused and asked, "Huh?"
She lowered her head, then looked up at my face and said, "You don't have to pay it back? You can have me,
but you don't have to pay me back, right?"
I understood what she meant and quickly said, "How about 100,000 yuan once? I want it now!"
She slowly nodded and said, "Okay? But hurry, I need to go back and pack up my stall." Then she started to undress...
I removed her outer clothes and pants, but not her underwear, seemingly still considering something.
I quickly placed 100,000 yuan on her clothes and asked, "Is this okay?"
She slowly nodded, softly humming in agreement, and took off her underwear.
I asked her to lean against the wall by the door, knelt down, and smelled her private area. A faint, pungent scent stirred my
blood , and my breathing seemed to quicken. With patience, I gently pulled off her panties, stood up, unzipped
my pants, and began moving on her.
After about three minutes, she looked at me with a slightly anxious, regretful, and impatient expression. I knew she had to
rush back to help, so I told her, "Almost done." She nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor beside her.
I continued moving on her until I finally finished…
She hurriedly put her clothes back on and said to me, "Well… thank you." Then she put the 100,000 yuan
away, wrapped it in her apron, and went downstairs to leave.
As I watched her retreating figure, I could smell a faint odor of cooking oil on her, and I thought, "If only I had
met her a little before her husband."

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