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Sigh! It's really frustrating. These past few days I've been so busy I feel like I'm being chased by a ghost, barely able to breathe, but
I still have to finish all the things my wife's been pressuring me to do today.
I frowned, sighed helplessly, stubbed out the remaining cigarette butt in the ashtray,
picked up the clothes and some necessary documents from the bed, locked the door with a "click," and went downstairs.
After Deng Xiaoping's reform and opening-up policies began to take effect, I, with my keen observation and business acumen,
quit my lowly job as a clerk in a company, spending my days reading newspapers and smoking, and resolutely took a leave of absence without pay to go to
Yangzhou, Jiangsu, to try my luck in business.
Thanks to the support of the Party's good policies and my quick thinking
and opportunistic approach, my business, which operated for just a few years, thrived. Guided by my philosophy of making money through harmony, diligence, and a willingness to sell at low profit margins, my monthly income was quite
considerable . In 1996, I bought a Santana 2000 and rented a two-
bedroom apartment with a bathroom and parking space on the second floor. I lived a carefree
and comfortable life. However, the busier and more exciting the life, the more troubles and worries arose.
My wife, who worked at a textile factory in Ningbo, couldn't manage to take care of our five-year-old son. She felt that I had no
factory rules or time constraints, and that I could spend my earnings as I pleased. So, in 1999
, as the summer vacation was ending, she was laid off and came to live with me, along with our son.
Although my son is very lively, cute, smart, and obedient, having such a young and somewhat immature little guy around makes it particularly inconvenient
for my wife and me to run around picking up goods while managing our business . For the future prosperity of my business, and even more so for my son to be more successful and accomplished than his father, I went to great lengths in Yangzhou, a bustling and prosperous city, and finally, after much persuasion from an old teacher I knew, I decided to send my son to a well-equipped and high-quality preschool today. Downstairs in my shop, my wife was sweating profusely from her work. When she saw me, she glared at me angrily and said, "I told you to hurry up! There are so many customers wanting to buy things, and our son is just getting in the way, making things worse. Don't you know you should take him and drive over to pick up that old teacher at the kindergarten so he can be fully enrolled and I can help out?" I glared back at her, annoyed, and said, "You're the only one in a hurry. Do you think I'm not? Everyone knows money is hard to earn and life is tough these days. Didn't you see I was about to go? It's true what they say, women get narrow-minded when they have long hair. I don't know that having more money makes everything easier. You think that having our son fully enrolled will save you and me a lot of worry?" "If our son gets a domineering teacher at the kindergarten , we'll be cleaning up his messes all over the place!" My wife knew I was probably feeling down, so she sighed understandingly, wiped her brow, and said, "Sigh! There are always tough things to do when you're out doing business. I hope you can put in a good word for him with the kindergarten leaders and give them some gifts. Hopefully, he'll get a good teacher while he's enrolled. That way, we won't have to worry so much about things in the future." After saying this, she turned to her son, who was playing with a toy car, and said, "Xiaoming, come with Daddy to take the car to..." "You're going to play with other children at the kindergarten. Xiaoming is so well-behaved and sensible. When you get there, you must get along well with the other children and not be naughty. You also have to listen to your teacher and not make her angry at all!" Hearing his mother say this, Xiaoming immediately looked up and asked me, "Dad, are there really lots of children to play with, and a teacher as nice as Mom?" I smiled at Xiaoming noncommittally and could only give him a vague answer: "Of course there are lots and lots of children you can play with, and there's definitely a beautiful teacher who 's as nice to you as your mom." "Hey!" Xiaoming immediately stood up, grabbed my hand, and blinked his bright eyes, saying sensibly, " Dad me to play alone here! And I often make Mom angry. You 're always so busy that you don't have time for me. It would be better if I had a good homeroom teacher like Mom to take care of me." My wife, while dealing with two customers' questions about the product's performance, turned to me and said, " When , try to say as many nice things as possible. Hopefully, good luck will come our way." I nodded, left the store, let Xiaoming sit in the passenger seat, and drove to the old teacher's house. When the old teacher and I spoke quite a bit to the kindergarten director, the obese director, considering my two bottles of Moutai and two cartons of cigarettes, immediately smiled and completed the full-time care procedures for my Xiaoming, and called the female teacher who was in charge of Xiaoming's life. When a young woman with fair, delicate skin and a beautiful, round face stepped lightly into the dean's office, I was immediately captivated by her pure and lovely face, her flowing brown hair, and the faint, . (Because I have a particularly keen sense of smell, I can often detect the different scents emanating from each girl.) After such a polite introduction, I saw Xiaoming obediently call her "Auntie" a few times, and her face immediately lit up with a radiant smile. She promised that she would take good care of his food, clothing, shelter, and behavioral education. Although Wang Yuzhen and I were only meeting for the first time, I was already somewhat infatuated with her. So, while the dean and the old teacher sat there chatting casually, I used the excuse of checking where Xiaoming would be assigned to stay , and the three of us left the office. Xiao Ming was laughing and chasing a butterfly fluttering in the tree-lined path. As I walked alongside her towards our lodgings , I kept stealing glances at Wang Yuzhen's dazzling and charming demeanor. Her radiant, fair, and smooth oval face was framed by delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, captivating and alluring eyes, a high, straight nose, and cherry - red, sensual lips. Add to that her irresistibly alluring figure, her pair of high, firm, and slightly trembling full breasts , her round, pert buttocks quivering as she walked, and her long, shapely, smooth , and delicate legs beneath her short dress—all of which immediately stirred my heart.

I immediately sniffed a few times, pretending to turn my head and look around. Then, with some surprise and
confusion, I said to Wang Yuzhen, "Teacher Wang, I don't see any famous flowers planted here,
so why is there a faint jasmine scent that keeps wafting into my nose?"
Wang Yuzhen glanced at me with her big, watery eyes, then blushed and said, "That's the fragrance
emanating . Most people can't smell it at all. Your sense of smell is really sharp."
I seized the opportunity to flatter Wang Yuzhen, saying, "I never imagined that Teacher Wang, who is as beautiful as a lotus emerging
from the water , would also possess the fragrance of the Fragrant Concubine. She truly embodies all
beauty; isn't that just adding to her charm?"
What girl these days doesn't like to be praised for her beauty? After hearing my words, Wang Yuzhen's face immediately
lit up with pleased smile. She said with great enthusiasm that I was not only tall and handsome, but also quite good at
winning over girls.
And so, Wang Yuzhen and I walked, laughing and chatting, to the place where we were arranging Xiaoming's accommodation. Standing there, beaming with
pride we chatted about our family backgrounds. I learned she was from Wujiang, just turned 21 in 1999
, and a graduate of a vocational school specializing in early childhood education. Only then did I part ways with her, and I drove the old teacher home. This first meeting with Wang Yuzhen planted the seeds of
our future acquaintance and mutual affection . Since Xiaoming was only picked up and dropped off once a week, to further I would always drive her home as well, very attentively. Because I already had ulterior motives, I would always flatter Wang Yuzhen, praising her youth, beauty elegance, and extraordinary kindness, among other empty words. She, of course, reciprocated by praising Xiaoming's intelligence, cuteness, and obedience. Because I frequently travel to the Yiwu Small Commodities Market in Zhejiang to purchase goods, I would find some small gifts that girls would like and give them to Wang Yuzhen when picking up Xiaoming. Partly, I wanted her to take better care of my only son, and partly, I wanted to win her favor . I would also frequently contact her by phone, using the excuse of inquiring about my son's studies and life , and casually asking about her health and whether she needed my help with any difficulties. Sometimes, in my spare time, I would take Wang Yuzhen and Xiaoming to visit the Slender West Lake. Seeing her radiant figure in the spring sunshine, gracefully gliding across the famous arched bridges, flowing like a sprite among the blooming flowers, and hearing her joyful laughter like heavenly , I took many beautiful photos of her, photos that are worth imagining and reminiscing about. However, because she always appeared very composed and reserved in front of me, even though our relationship was growing closer, I didn't dare to take advantage of her despite my burning desire. After a year of this lukewarm relationship, one evening in mid-September 2000, around 9 PM, Wang Yuzhen suddenly called me, saying she had an urgent matter at home and asked if I could drive her home. The kindergarten where she taught was over 70 kilometers from her hometown, so naturally, she would think of asking for my help in an emergency. Her voice sounded mournful and sorrowful on the phone. I asked her several times what was wrong, and besides crying, she only wanted me to come quickly. After explaining the situation to my wife, I immediately drove to her residence. When I let Wang Yuzhen, who was anxiously waiting at the entrance, sit in the passenger seat, she was already pale and trembling beside me. As I drove out of Yangzhou and onto the highway in a Mercedes-Benz, she tearfully explained why she had called me so late: her father had been crushed to death on a bus after being pushed off. Wang Yuzhen was understandably heartbroken at the loss of her father. I could only stay with her, comforting and consoling her until the afternoon of the next day before returning home. The day she returned after handling the funeral arrangements , she called to express her gratitude and invite me to dinner. I immediately accepted, thinking the opportunity had presented itself. We chose a small restaurant near the Slender West Lake. After the meal, although she insisted on paying, I, a grown man, couldn't let a young woman pay for the meal so naturally, I ended up paying myself. I had initially planned to take Wang Yuzhen to a karaoke bar that evening to cheer her up, but seeing her obvious grief, I didn't force her to go. Instead, I took her for a leisurely walk along a tree-lined path, asking her about everyday life and her future plans. When I dropped her off at her apartment, she didn't invite me in, not even for a short while, so I didn't press her. I politely said goodbye and went home. This is how our relationship began to warm up, quickly developing into a passionate romance . After Wang Yuzhen invited me to dinner, I naturally took the initiative to invite her out several times, always knowing it was just the two of us. On Saturdays, when I went to entertainment venues, I would also invite her along. Wang Yuzhen loved to sing, and her voice was particularly melodious, sweet, and captivating. However, after she heard me sing a Xinjiang folk song, "Lift Your Veil" (note: in the entertainment industry I'm widely recognized as the best karaoke singer to win first prize), she immediately admired me immensely. Then, quite naturally, we sang several duets together, which received thunderous applause. While singing, I would very naturally, perhaps influenced by the alcohol or the lyrics, casually put my hand on Wang Yuzhen's shoulder, or tightly embrace her soft waist and hold her delicate hand. She saw my friends embracing and dancing wildly with other girls, and she gradually became accustomed to it and didn't object to my actions. Even when my friends teased her about being my lover, she didn't protest. At that time, Wang Yuzhen was still immersed in the grief of losing her loved one. Although I took meticulous care of her in every way to help her get over her sorrow as soon as possible, I didn't do anything particularly outrageous to her. Therefore, she expressed admiration for my magnanimity, understanding, and considerate nature. One day in October, Wang Yuzhen called to ask if I was free, because it was the 21st day after her father's passing.

One day, she wanted to go home to visit her ancestors' graves and asked me to drive her. Of course, I told my wife and went right away.
It was the rainy season in the south, and when I returned, it was already past
9 p.m., with a light drizzle in the air. As usual, I dropped Wang Yuzhen off at the second floor of her apartment and was about to turn back when she
unexpectedly made an exception and invited me to sit in her room.
Girls' thoughts are indeed as subtle and hard to guess as the song says. She clearly wanted me to keep her company but
insisted on inviting me for a cup of tea and a short while.
When I parked the car at the entrance of the building, I followed Wang Yuzhen into her
single room The furnishings inside were actually very simple: a single Simmons mattress, a desk (still
from school), a chair, a bookshelf, and a small wardrobe.
So when I plopped down on the bed, Wang Yuzhen made me tea and helped me wash my face. Afterward, we
sat together and talked about her father's life, mostly sighing.
To distract her from her lingering worries, I tried to change the subject, mentioning how beautiful she was
and how many men had pursued and flirted with her during her school days.
Actually, I had already noticed a notebook on the bed when I sat down.
As I reached for it to look at it, Wang Yuzhen immediately rushed over and tried to snatch
it , repeatedly saying, "Don't look! Don't look!"
As we wrestled and played around on the bed, I accidentally touched the light switch
(the kind with a pull cord). The room was now completely dark,
and embraced her. After a few feigned resistances, she gave no further
objection and allowed me to begin my long-planned actions.
I passionately kissed Wang Yuzhen's sexy, moist lips, and tried to slip my hand under her sweater to
caress her breasts. For the first ten seconds or so, she was somewhat shy and hesitant, but then she readily
cooperated with me as I removed all her clothes.
Just as I had stripped Wang Yuzhen of all her coverings and was hurriedly taking off my shoes, socks, and clothes,
preparing to enjoy her long-awaited, beautiful body tonight, she turned on the light, quickly slipped
off the bed, and, completely naked, went to pull all the curtains over the window.
Suddenly, a vibrant, tender, and beautiful body was displayed before my lustful eyes.
It was truly a sight to behold: A
beautiful face, rosy as the sunset, a graceful figure dancing like a goddess;
a radiant body, radiant with shyness, her robes undone, filling the room with spring.

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