White-Collar Ladies Series Part 4: Early Spring, February 110

(Prologue)
It was already late February in the lunar calendar, early spring, and nights fell exceptionally early in the mountain villages. The sun had just dipped below
the western mountains when a chilly frost-laden wind swept towards Yanqing County at the foot of the mountains, and the shadows of the peaks quickly
covered half the town. As the sunset faded, the shadows grew heavier, gradually merging with the night.
A half-moon quietly climbed into the sky, casting its cool moonlight upon the fields, villages, and the tranquil Gui River.
A few years ago, a residential area was built near the river on the outskirts of the town. The buildings in the community were not tall;
to save on elevators, they were at most six stories. Life in this remote mountain village was simple and peaceful. People still worked at sunrise
and rested at sunset, maintaining a harmony between humanity and nature. The earth had fallen asleep, and so had the community. Apart from the rustling of the willow branches
in and the occasional bark of a dog in the distance, the entire community was silent.
In this place far from Beijing, most of the residents are former villagers. Every household has its curtains open,
lights shining brightly , with little concept of privacy. From a distance, it resembles a clear summer night with countless stars in the sky.
However, the top-floor apartment at the westernmost end of the community is different. A dark window, with heavy
curtains drawn tightly, yet a narrow crack reveals a faint, dim light, like a
flickering . The apartment on the floor below, directly opposite this window, is also somewhat different. A soft
, flowing gauze curtain almost completely covers the window, yet leaves a narrow gap. Inside, a warm,
gentle outlines the elegant silhouettes of two clivia plants on the windowsill. If an angel were observing, they
would surely marvel: in this remote place by the Gui River, there exists such an elegant, tranquil, and scholarly
home.
Behind that dark window sat a man in his thirties. In front of him was an empty
computer desk containing a laptop, a large bowl, and a pair of military binoculars. The bowl contained
a dark, murky liquid, resembling some kind of traditional Chinese medicine, half-empty and emitting an unpleasant odor.
The binoculars, however, were of high quality, genuine Russian origin. The room lights were off, only the monitor
flickered, illuminating the man's gaunt face, tense yet excited. He would occasionally raise the binoculars,
then stare at the monitor, constantly fiddling with the mouse.
The computer screen displayed the living room of the apartment across the street, clearly
live footage from a hidden camera, though the clarity was exceptionally high. In the image, under the warm, dim light of a wall lamp, a young couple,
disheveled , were embracing, caressing, and kissing on the sofa. The man was strong and powerful, the woman delicate and alluring.
On the Persian carpet, the man's shirt, socks, and sneakers lay scattered haphazardly. Looking through the binoculars again,
the young man knelt down, parting the woman's legs. He kissed her bare thighs while expertly caressing her genitals through her thin
panties . The young woman, her face flushed with shyness, her eyes glazed, was already
burning with desire.
In the darkness, the man's breathing in front of the computer grew increasingly rapid. To this poor man, everything in the scene
was so familiar. The apartment across the street was his own home, and everything inside, including the
sofa, was something he had personally furnished. The alluring young woman was his wife, whom he had married just over a year ago, while
the strong young man was his former colleague, the physical education teacher at the county high school. Even on the black and white screen,
it was easy to see that the physical education teacher had a muscular, bronze physique, which contrasted sharply with the young wife's delicate and fair body.
The PE teacher stood up and began to pull down his pants. His trousers came off, then his shorts, revealing a
large, erect penis, veins bulging, thick and long, the dark glans oozing a thin layer of fluid that glistened under the warm
wall lamp . It was about to begin, the exciting scene was about to unfold! The man at the table was incredibly excited.
His right hand fiddled with the mouse, zooming in and out, then zooming in again, then out again, while his left hand trembled
as he reached for his genitals. Under the computer desk, his trousers and shorts lay haphazardly open, revealing an ugly
penis .
It looked somewhat limp at first glance, but it was stubbornly erecting.
Oh, oh, oh.
The man off-screen began to groan.
Hmm, hmm, ah.
In the frame, his wife and another man also began to groan.
(I)
More than a month ago.
After the Lantern Festival, the county middle school reopened.
That morning, the weather was clear and sunny, and the icicles on the south-facing rooftops were melting.
In the distance, tender shoots of grass were sprouting on the riverbank, a sign that spring was just around the corner. At ten o'clock,
the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Xu Xiaoman, carrying a stack of student workbooks, walked through the corridor beside the playground towards the high school
English department office. Ms. Xu looked very young and beautiful, perhaps only twenty-three or twenty-four years old.
Her attire and demeanor were different from other female teachers. Although the Lunar New Year had only recently passed,
she had already changed into spring clothes: a dark red trench coat revealing the hem of a gray woolen skirt, black
wool stockings, and black mid-heeled shoes, making her quite eye-catching on campus.
"Ms. Xu, Ms. Xu, stop! Stop!"
Xu Xiaoman stopped and turned around. It was Ms. Wang, the plump teacher from the logistics department, rushing
over.
"Ms. Xu, you walk so fast, you're still young." Ms. Wang said, panting.
"The school got another batch of oranges, from the south, one basket for each person. Ms. Xu, should I have two boys
carry them to your office so your teacher, Ms. Yang, can pick them up this weekend? Or should I have Batel bring them to your home after work?"
"Sister Wang, thank you, but please leave them in my office for now. I'll have two boys bring them to you myself later
. It's not appropriate to keep bothering Mr. Batel."
"That's right, Ms. Xu. It seems you took Aunt Pang's advice to heart last week.
We can't compare to Beijing here; people in the countryside are more talkative and prone to gossip. Ms. Yang isn't here, so Xiaoman,
you have to be mindful of your behavior."
"I know, I'm being careful." Xu Xiaoman showed a hint of displeasure. "Sister Wang, is there
anything else? I have to go and grade the students' homework."
"There's nothing else important. You can tell your teacher, Mr. Yang, that
the small school building in the back is too dilapidated. See if you can sponsor it again. I'll find the local construction team to fix it up."
The plump aunt, oblivious to others' impatience, continued her rambling, "Xiaoman, don't think I'm being nosy
, but Teacher Yang asked me to look after you before she left. You know what that Batel was saying behind your back,
saying you're his concubine. Tell me, what kind of talk is that?"
"Teacher Wang, I really have to go. The district has a unified exam next week. Everyone has their own opinions, and
I can't control what others say, nor can you, right?" Xu Xiaoman was genuinely unhappy. "Also,
don't call my husband 'boss.' He's not a boss; he works for someone else and doesn't earn much. You keep asking for sponsorships every few days;
no one can stand that."
After saying this, Xu Xiaoman left without looking back, leaving only the lingering echo of her high heels.
The plump aunt stood there awkwardly, glaring at Teacher Xu's graceful back, and said resentfully,
" What a jerk! So what if she has a city residency? Look at that slutty face! You'll regret this!"
Xu Xiaoman returned to her office and sat down, feeling sullen and uncomfortable. Teacher Xu looked young, but she
was actually almost thirty. A native of Beijing, she graduated from the English Department of Beijing Normal University and originally taught middle school in Xicheng District.
Her father was a literature professor at Beijing Normal University, and her mother was the head nurse at Peking University Third Hospital. She was an only child
and had always lived with her parents. Two years ago, Xu Xiaoman's parents retired and
moved to the remote Yanqing district because they disliked the noise and poor air quality in the city. Xu Xiaoman followed them. Because Teacher Xu was from the city, she was promoted and started teaching
high school English. Xu Xiaoman took things lightly and felt indifferent about it. Her biggest gain here was getting married.
Teacher Xu's husband, Teacher Yang Zonghan, was in his early thirties, tall and thin, with naturally curly hair.
Originally was a graduate student in the Department of Education at Beijing Normal University. To stay in Beijing, he reluctantly took a teaching position at a county middle school,
initially as the head of the high school Chinese language group. Mr. Yang worked there for several years without marrying until he met
Xu Xiaoman . Finding a soulmate in this remote village, he naturally wouldn't let the opportunity slip by and pursued her relentlessly.
Xu Xiaoman was initially somewhat reserved, but later realized she was nearing the end of her life as a single woman, and the choices in her small town were indeed limited. More
importantly, Xu Xiaoman's mother highly regarded Mr. Yang, believing him to be well-educated, timid,
honest , and without any relatives in Beijing, saving her a lot of trouble. So Xu Xiaoman married him,
just over a year ago. Shortly after the marriage, Mr. Yang resigned from the school and went into business, becoming an agent for imported
pharmaceuticals . He was said to be doing quite well, so he was often called Boss Yang. Xu Xiaoman stayed at the school, teaching two
classes in the morning and two in the afternoon, living a quiet and carefree life.
Although Yanqing is under the jurisdiction of Beijing, its people are conservative and xenophobic, making it more like Hebei Province. For example, in this county middle school,
almost all the teachers and staff are locals, either relatives or friends. At its peak, there were three outsiders, but now only two remain.
Xu Xiaoman, the English teacher, is one, and Batel, the physical education teacher, is another. Batel, the physical education teacher
, is from Zhangbei Dam area and is a migrant worker in Beijing. He doesn't have a strong academic background, only a crumpled Zhangbei Teachers College diploma.
It's said he's related to the principal, but not very closely. The school's staff don't really respect Batel and generally
don't call him "teacher." Xu Xiaoman is an exception; she's polite and always addresses Batel respectfully as "Teacher Batel" in front of others, whether students or
teachers . Batel is self-aware and doesn't take himself too seriously, but he's still very
grateful to Xu Xiaoman. Whenever Xu Xiaoman needs help, like carrying heavy objects or moving gas cylinders,
he always takes care of it. When Ms. Xu first came to the school, she was harassed by a few thugs at the school gate.
No one dared to intervene, but Batel arrived and, with a loud shout, chased the thugs away.
Ms. Xu but never said anything. In the past six months, Mr. Yang resigned and went into
business, rarely home. Batel became even more diligent, always at her beck and call. Colleagues helping each
other is normal, but it attracted a lot of gossip, mostly from Aunt Pang in the logistics department.
Ms. Xu came from a scholarly family; her mother had been very strict with her, and she never gossiped, nor did she like others
doing so . Therefore, she disliked Aunt Pang, Ms. Wang. Ms. Wang was a distant relative of the principal, who had taught
music years ago but no longer. She was warm and outgoing, always getting along with everyone, but she was also prone
to gossip and sometimes tried to take advantage of others. However, Aunt Pang and Ms. Xu's husband had a good relationship. Back then, when Mr. Yang—
no, Teacher Yang—moved from Beijing to this desolate area, all alone and without any relatives or friends, Aunt Pang helped him a lot.
Of course, her help wasn't for nothing. Last year, Teacher Yang went into business and, having just earned his first sum of money, gave it all to Aunt
Pang.
Aunt Pang asked Teacher Yang for sponsorship, saying it was to give back to society and respect teachers, so she had the old teaching building repainted.
She hired a rural construction team, claiming it was cheap, but in reality, it was her nephew who put together that makeshift team; no one could say for sure
what the shady dealings were. Aunt Pang has a sharp tongue; she's good at making things up and exaggerating. Lately, for some
reason, she's been particularly interested in Teacher Xu's interactions with her male colleagues, especially with Batel, making Xu Xiaoman very
uncomfortable. Xu Xiaoman has some feelings for Batel because he's more honest and helpful than the other colleagues
, but Xu Xiaoman has never considered anything between her and Batel—not before marriage,
and certainly not after.
Xu Xiaoman picked up her cup, took a sip of tea, and felt a little calmer. Although Aunt Pang was annoying,
to be fair, that Batel did have his faults. As a migrant worker in Beijing, Batel
was usually quite tactful in his words and actions; the problem was that he couldn't drink but loved to, and when he was drunk, he spoke without restraint.
Not long after Ms. Xu arrived at the school, Batel was drinking with some school workers. After three cups of liquor,
Batel started to get bogged down in trouble. He said that Xu Xiaoman was the most beautiful woman in all of Beijing. The boiler
operator, Lao Liu, disagreed, saying that while Ms. Xu might be someone of importance in Yanqing County, she
was nothing special in Beijing. The two started arguing, and it even escalated into a physical fight. The incident was quite ridiculous, but
even now, when Xu Xiaoman thinks back on it, it warms her heart. Xu Xiaoman believed that Batel
's use of terms like "concubine" was not something Aunt Pang had fabricated. Xu Xiaoman didn't mind jokes among colleagues, but
the situation was different now. She was married and her husband wasn't around, so she needed to be mindful of the impact.
"Teacher Xu, Teacher Xu!"
Xu Xiaoman was startled awake. She looked up and saw that it was Xiaoli, the English class representative, standing in front of her,
holding several homework assignments. She didn't know when Xiaoli had come in.
"Xiaoli, why didn't you attend class?"
"Our Chinese teacher wasn't feeling well, so we had to study on our own. I had those boys catch up on their missed homework,"
Xiaoli replied. "Teacher Xu, where should I put your workbook?"
"Xiaoli, thank you. Just leave it on the desk," Xu Xiaoman said kindly. "By the way, Xiaoli,
have you seen Teacher Batel?"
"No, Teacher Wang called him to lift the scales to sort oranges."
"I see. Xiaoli, when you have time, could you go to the logistics department and ask Teacher Batel to come to
my office after he's done?"
"Okay, teacher, I'll go right now."
"Thank you, Xiaoli, you're so thoughtful."
Xiaoli rushed out like a gust of wind.
Xu Xiaoman picked up her cup, took a sip of water, composed herself, and began grading the students' homework.
(II)
Yanqing was not wealthy, and the county middle school was even less profitable. The school had tried to open tutoring classes and night schools before
, but they couldn't recruit many students and had to stop. To maintain staff stability, the school leaders had to find other ways
to provide benefits, such as occasionally distributing fruit, ribbonfish, and salad oil. While
these , no one would refuse something given away for free. The school had already distributed a lot of dried goods during the recent holidays,
and now with fruit from the south, everyone was naturally delighted. In the logistics department, a lively and bustling atmosphere prevailed.
Batel, along with Liu from the boiler room, was weighing baskets of oranges. A group of bespectacled students surrounded them,
chattering excitedly, partly to pass the time and partly to ensure Batel and Liu distributed the oranges equally,
fearing they might be shortchanged. Scholars are more concerned with inequality than scarcity; the weight of each basket and the size of the oranges were crucial and
couldn't be taken lightly.
Actually, the bespectacled students were overthinking it; Batel was always meticulous in his work. Distributing oranges
might seem like a small matter, but if handled poorly, it could easily offend someone and become a big deal. Batel was an outsider with no roots in the area,
so he was very careful in everything he did, trying to avoid offending anyone. He was of mixed Mongolian and Han descent, possessing both the rugged
appearance of a Mongolian and the meticulous mind of a Han. In the late 1980s, Zhangbei began developing its tourism industry, and in its early stages,
various measures were not standardized. At the end of October that year, a sudden blizzard swept through, accumulating snow to
a foot deep, trapping many tourists. Batel's Abu, then a young man,
carried back a lost traveler, a young woman, from the meadow. The old woman held the girl in her arms, warming her with her body heat
for three days and three nights until she was saved. She was a Han Chinese girl from Beijing who had been caught in the blizzard, panicked, and
separated from her companions, eventually freezing to death. The girl was very weak and stayed for half a month to recover before leaving. During those two weeks
, Batel's Abu stayed with the girl morning and night, and the two seemed to have endless things to talk about. The day the girl left, the sky was
exceptionally blue. Abu rode his horse to see her off for a long distance, not returning until dark, looking as if he had lost his soul. The
matter should have been over, but the following May, the girl suddenly returned, her face haggard and heavily pregnant.
Twenty years ago, premarital pregnancy was no small matter. Thanks to Tengri's eternal sky, in mid-August, a
healthy baby boy, Pipi, was born, and the world gained another child, Batel. Before Batel was even a month old, his mother, the
Han woman, quietly left, leaving only a black and white photograph, and was never heard from again.
Abu couldn't forget the Han woman and never married. The meadows on the dam turned green and then yellow, yellow and then
green again, and the motherless child Batel grew up day by day. He inherited his Han mother's intelligence and was admitted to
a teacher's college in Zhangbei County. Batel graduated at twenty-one, and Abu arranged for him to
marry a Mongolian girl with a large face. Batel wasn't happy with the marriage and left home less than six months later, saying he wanted to make a lot of money for his family. He took
a picture of his Han Chinese mother with him and headed to Beijing. Standing on the streets of Beijing, Batel understood why Abu could never
forget his Han Chinese mother: the girls in Beijing were all incredibly beautiful. Batel often thought that it would
be great to marry a Beijing girl, or like Abu, to find a Beijing woman and have a child.
Life as a migrant worker in Beijing wasn't easy. He worked odd jobs, carried heavy loads, and even worked as a community security guard. Batel learned
the ways of the world , including how to read people's minds and how to treat people differently based on their status. Except for his strong and muscular physique, he
became more and more like a Han Chinese in the city. Although Batel tried hard to integrate into the big city environment, he ultimately
didn't save a penny. With no other option, he went to Yanqing to stay with relatives, supposedly to teach physical education, but it was
really more like The cost of living in Yanqing was low, and Batel settled down. After paying for food and drinks, he could even send
some money home at the end of the month, living a comfortable life. At first, his colleagues often asked Batel why he didn't bring
his wife over so she could work odd jobs in the school cafeteria. Batel always replied that his wife from the countryside was
too from the world, and Abu was old and needed someone to take care of him. Gradually, everyone stopped mentioning it.
When Batel first met Xu Xiaoman, he was truly taken aback. Xu's delicate and shy demeanor
immediately reminded him of the Han Chinese mother in the photograph. That night, Batel held the photograph of his mother and suffered from
insomnia for the first time in his life. The Tengri Eternal Sky poured a ray of warm sunshine into his lonely life.
Batel became even more diligent, arriving at school early every day, just to see Xu as soon as possible. Xu Xiaoman
's family was new to the area, with two elderly people and a young child, so naturally, they needed help in many ways, especially with physical labor. Batel
didn't say much, but took on all the heavy work, including carrying all the furniture up to the fifth floor. Xu Xiaoman's father
repeatedly remarked that ancient customs still existed. Xu Xiaoman was extremely grateful, giving Batel several large bags of dried fruit and even
buying him a sweater from Beijing. Batel received motherly or sisterly
warmth . Later, when Teacher Xu got married, Batel and quite a few other boys were genuinely disappointed, but he
still busied himself with preparations and helped a lot with the wedding. Batel knew he was a countryman, and a married
countryman at that, and had no reason to fantasize about marrying a swan. Abu was a prime example; he had sacrificed
his entire life .
Batel was busy while chatting and laughing with the boys.
"Batel, could you do me a favor tonight and take the kitchen tricycle to my house?"
It was Teacher Li, the eldest sister in the math group, thin and going through menopause. "You know our family
; I might steal one bite on the way, you hear me?"
"Sure thing, I'll only eat half a basket of yours at most," Batel readily replied. "Your house is in that new district by the river."
" Right? I'll take you to Teacher Xu's first, then I'll go to yours. It's on the way, so it won't delay you."
"That won't do. If Batel goes to Teacher Xu's first, it'll be late at night by the time it's Sister Li's turn .
Won't Sister Li get impatient?" Before Teacher Li could reply, someone started teasing .
"That's not necessarily true. Sister Li can get some sleep first, and when she's well-rested, Batel can go later in the night and
work straight through until dawn." Another guy chimed in with a grin.
"Hey, you two, you want a beating!"
Sister Li raised a rolled-up newspaper, pretending to hit the two guys. The two guys covered their heads, pretending to be scared
, which made everyone laugh. Batel wasn't angry at all, and even laughed along with everyone.
Batel was physically strong, but not simple-minded. He knew very well that the intellectuals and pseudo-intellectuals in the school
were making fun of him, but for survival, he could only pretend to be ignorant.
After everyone had laughed enough, one guy continued to tease Batel: "Hey Batel, you've been Teacher Xu's
little helper for so long, have you actually made a move yet?"
"Of course not," another guy chimed in, "If we were to make a move, our principal and secretary would have to do it first,
wouldn't you all agree?"
Another burst of laughter erupted.
Batel was getting a little carried away and was about to retort when suddenly the room fell silent.
Batel looked up and saw Xiaoli standing in the doorway, looking at him timidly.
"Xiaoli, did you want to see me?" Batel asked.
"No, no," the girl replied, "Teacher Xu wants to see you. She said she wants you to come to her
office later."
"Okay, I'll be right there!" Batel didn't put down his work.
Xiaoli left.
Everyone returned to normal, joking and chuckling.
"Can't hold back anymore, can't wait until tonight."
"Who can't hold back, Teacher Xu or Batel?"
"Both of them can't hold back."
Hehehe.
Hahaha.
Batel didn't say anything, just sped up his work.
Aunt Wang, the plump teacher, couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Alright, that's enough.
Teacher isn't what he used to be. As a boss, he has connections in both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds. Let me give you a heads-up: don't let your mouths
get out of control. Be careful, or Boss Yang might have someone break one of your legs."
The bespectacled group finally quieted down.

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