[Urban] Beijing Mixed Life (Complete) - 1-3

Chapter 1

Beijing, the capital, the city of dreams, the city of power, the city of greed and debauchery. In this metropolis where undercurrents surge, the sons of officials and businessmen like Zhen Ying thrive, enjoying all the pleasures of life. But how many poor and grassroots second-generation individuals, seeking fame through their ideals, struggle to make a living in this city? Whether their ideals are ultimately realized or not, what remains are only wounds.

This is not an inspirational story, but a tale of gains and losses.

Part 1:

It's been almost 10 years. In September of that year, the autumn air was crisp and clear. In a second-rate university in Beijing, the students, like grasshoppers in autumn, enjoyed the last moments of happiness in their lives. Senior year was practically over, and even if there were classes, no one attended. From the moment they came to this school four years ago, it was all for a diploma. This was the most basic guarantee the school gave them for wasting four years of their lives. In the days to come, these students would pay a heavy price for the consequences of their wasted time.

Cao Shan, a handsome guy, a handsome guy with no ambition. Born into a well-off family in a small town, he was spoiled by his parents and lacked nothing, making him simple-minded and indecisive, with a calm and uneducated mind.

As the sun set, the last rays of its light cast their last warmth upon the earth, reflecting long shadows on the fallen leaves and the people strolling by. Cao Shan and Zhang Ning walked side by side. Cao Shan was 1.69 meters tall, and Zhang Ning was even taller than him. Perhaps because of his height, Cao Shan preferred tall girls.

A gentle autumn breeze lifted Zhang Ning's long, flowing hair and the hem of her long skirt, revealing glimpses of her fair ankles above her sneakers as the skirt fluttered. Her semi-tight long-sleeved t-shirt accentuated her ample bust. Her classmates said she resembled Leon Lai's girlfriend, Gaile Lok, with equally good looks and figure. However, having trained in sports since childhood, she didn't consider herself a beauty. Her independent nature made her uncomfortable being a clingy, dependent woman. Cao Shan always felt that Zhang Ning wasn't as affectionate and clingy as other classmates.

Although Zhang Ning was already his girlfriend, she always seemed aloof. However, Cao Shan was very satisfied with his girlfriend because she had a great figure and was tall. The only flaws were that her calves, although long and white, were a bit thick—a common flaw among athletes. Also, Zhang Ning's buttocks were a little small. Cao Shan liked girls with big buttocks; the mature look of a pert bottom fascinated him, but Zhang Ning didn't have that.

"Cao Shan, graduation is coming soon. What are your plans? Go home or stay in Beijing?" Zhang Ning flicked a strand of hair in front of her face with her fingertips, looking down at her shadow, and said quietly.

"I don't know. I'm fine with anywhere. What about you?" Cao Shan looked at Zhang Ning and said.

"I don't know either. Going home would be better, since I have relatives and friends to help," Zhang Ning said, playing with her hair wrapped around her hand.

“I want to stay in Beijing. There are more opportunities, and I can earn more than if I went back home. Look, I’ll find a design job, which will pay 5,000 or 6,000 a month. You can find a clerical job, which will pay 3,000 or 4,000 a month. Together we’ll have 10,000 a month. We can rent a place a little further away, which will cost 1,000 a month. We’ll still have 9,000 left. If we spend 4,000 freely and save 5,000, we can save 60,000 a year. In two or three years, we can save enough for a down payment. If the mortgage payment is 2,000 a month, we can spend less and save 5,000 a month. In another two years, we can buy a car. Isn’t that great?” Cao Shan looked at his tall girlfriend, dreaming happily.

“Hmph, you’ve calculated it quite clearly. Where would we earn that much money?” Zhang Ning felt that Cao Shan’s calculations were somewhat unrealistic.

“I asked our seniors, and they said it’s really easy to make money in Beijing. Some of their internships pay several thousand a month.”

Cao Shan and Zhang Ning strolled slowly around the track, enjoying the last warm moments of their campus life.

“Hey, you two are strolling around,” said Cao Shan’s roommate, Hou Jianguo. Hou Jianguo was a year older than Cao Shan, from a rural area in western Hunan. He was lean, about 1.8 meters tall, tall and thin, but not weak; he was quite sturdy.

He was a sports student in their class, good at long-distance running. Zhang Ning was also a sports student, on the swimming team, and the two got along well.

It was said that Hou Jianguo had pursued her, but Zhang Ning wasn’t interested in this tall, dark-skinned, not handsome or cool, country boy and rejected him. Hou Jianguo and Cao Shan were roommates, and Cao Shan took advantage of the situation. Cao Shan loved music and formed a band at school, serving as the lead singer. They were always a regular performer at school parties. Although Cao Shan was a bit short, he was good-looking—not just handsome, but even beautiful—and a rock 'n' roll guy, exactly the type of girl. Many girls had a crush on Cao Shan, so when he confessed his feelings to Zhang Ning, she quickly accepted.

"Old Liu, you look like a drowned rat! Just finished playing basketball?" Looking at Hou Jianguo, who was completely soaked from head to toe, he must have showered after playing.

"Yeah, every game is precious. By the way, graduation is coming soon. What are you two thinking? Don't break them up! I'm rooting for you!" Hou Jianguo said, making a gun-like gesture with his hands, which he thought was funny but was actually quite corny.

"I want to stay in Beijing. Zhang Ning, she hasn't decided yet," Cao Shan said.

“By the way, Cao Shan, why don’t you go to the job fair this weekend? The early bird catches the worm. I found my job at a job fair half a year ago,” Hou Jianguo said.

“Heh, kid, not bad, the early bird catches the worm!” Cao Shan often cursed without using any swear words, and Hou Jianguo was used to it, scratching his head with a silly grin.

“You, don’t come shopping with me this weekend, go to the job fair too. Okay?” Zhang Ning was quite worried for Cao Shan after hearing that Hou Jianguo had already found a job. She knew that Cao Shan’s family was relatively well-off, with a good monthly allowance. His family knew he was going to Beijing and even sent him more than 6,000 yuan, so he had no worries about food and clothing. But Zhang Ning also knew that Cao Shan was a bit of a playboy, unwilling to endure hardship, naive, and not good at communicating with strangers. She didn’t really approve of Cao Shan’s decision.

"No problem, no problem. I've already done my research. Finding a job in Beijing is easy. Besides, we just graduated, so our starting point is low. If the good ones don't want us, we'll start with the bad ones. We can make money anywhere," Cao Shan said casually, then repeated his aspirations to Hou Jianguo.

"Zhang Ning, your Cao Shan is always an optimist. But as far as I know, jobs aren't that easy to find these days. You'd better be mentally prepared. Okay, I won't be a third wheel anymore, bye-bye," Hou Jianguo said, dribbling his basketball as he left.

Wearing their graduation gowns and taking graduation photos marked the end of four years of study for these students. These carefree, ivory tower adults were no longer students, but were now part of the mainstream society, becoming glorious unemployed youth.

Students from all over the country began to leave. Their temporary ID cards, obtained four years ago in Beijing, expired and became invalid; they no longer belonged to the city. Four years had been an unforgettable honeymoon period with this political, economic, and cultural center of China, and now it was time to say goodbye. Students who planned to stay in Beijing volunteered to see her off, their reward being the leftover bedding, pots and pans, small appliances, and other personal belongings that would become their first personal assets after becoming independent.

Zhang Ning ultimately chose to go home. On the night before her departure, Cao Shan invited Zhang Ning to a small grove on the west side of the school, where they shared a passionate farewell kiss.

"Ning, I love you, I love you," Cao Shan said emotionally, holding Zhang Ning tightly around the slender waist.

"Shan, I love you too," Zhang Ning replied, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Cao Shan's hand gently lifted Zhang Ning's lower back and slipped inside her blouse, unhooking her bra. His hand then slowly slid forward, grasping Zhang Ning's full, white breasts. Zhang Ning was over 1.7 meters tall, with a slender figure, slightly apple-shaped due to her swimming training, and her skin was absolutely flawless. Zhang Ning has broad shoulders and narrow hips, making her look very slender, but her two breasts are absolutely stunning, full and firm. Although her physical education teacher said that her overly full breasts would be a burden on her swimming performance, they are Cao Shan's favorite feature.

What initially attracted Cao Shan to Zhang Ning, besides her tall figure and striking resemblance to Gaile Lok, was her ample breasts. Cao Shan even rejected another girl who was taller and slightly plump with a large bottom, choosing Zhang Ning solely because of her beautiful breasts.

Cao Shan leaned against a tree, then, following the slope of the hillside, sat down on the grass. Zhang Ning leaned against him, her head tilted back, her long chestnut hair cascading down, as they passionately kissed. Her snow-white V-neck blouse was already lifted, one hand grasping Zhang Ning's full, white breasts, the other caressing her smooth abdomen.

The bright moonlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled light on Zhang Ning's fair skin, making her appear as beautiful as a moon goddess. Cao Shan's hand slowly slid down, reaching inside Zhang Ning's pants. His hand touched Zhang Ning's pubic mound, which was like a small, hairy hill. His middle and index fingers slipped into the fluffy pubic hair, revealing a soft, warm slit at the base of the tender mound. Cao Shan's heart pounded.

"No..." Just as Cao Shan was about to explore further, Zhang Ning grabbed his wrist.

"Let me touch it, okay?" Cao Shan's hand pushed downwards, but Zhang Ning resisted.

"It's so embarrassing, I, I..." Zhang Ning's fair face flushed crimson.

"Just once, just once, okay?" Cao Shan insisted repeatedly, and Zhang Ning finally released his hand.

Cao Shan's hand touched a girl's most private area for the first time. It was truly like paradise. The skin on her full mound was more delicate than anywhere else, and the fluffy pubic hair felt soft and wonderful against his hand. Zhang Ning was a tall girl with a larger frame than most girls. Her jeans were tight, and Cao Shan's hand, which was about to explore further, was stuck. He released his grip on her white breasts and gently unzipped her pants. With

his hand free, Zhang Ning slightly opened her legs, and Cao Shan's hand slid down, finally touching his girlfriend's private parts! It was so warm and moist there. He touched the tender flesh between Zhang Ning's legs, a hundred times more tender than her mons pubis. At the base of her thighs were two shy, delicate labia, incredibly tender, like the flesh of a scallop. He even wanted to take a bite.

Cao Shan was a fervent fan of adult films. Although he had never experienced the pleasures of a woman, he believed he had mastered the techniques. He slowly manipulated Zhang Ning's vulva with his long, slender fingers, sometimes kneading, sometimes touching. Zhang Ning's breathing grew increasingly rapid, and her long, delicate hands gripped Cao Shan's clothes tightly. Cao Shan smiled secretly, then extended his middle finger to part Zhang Ning's tightly pressed labia and slowly inserted his finger.

"Ah... um..." Zhang Ning let out a soul-stirring moan. Her long, beautiful legs were already spread wide, and her pants were pulled down to her buttocks. Zhang Ning's body was already half-naked. Under the moonlight, her tall, beautiful naked body was as white and smooth as jade. Her two undulating, full breasts, her smooth, flat abdomen without an ounce of excess fat, and the white and black accents on her shapely hips all projected a pure, youthful sensuality, a budding allure.

Cao Shan's techniques, learned from pornographic films, finally came in handy. He inserted a finger, feeling the elastic, lingering tightness of Zhang Ning's vagina, and the wetness of her secretions from excitement. Cao Shan lowered his head, looking at Zhang Ning's dazed eyes and slightly parted, sexy lips, and kissed her passionately.

His tongue swirled like a snake in Zhang Ning's mouth, one hand grasping her full, satisfying breasts, while the other was gently gripped by Zhang Ning's tight, moist vulva. Zhang Ning, too, was deeply intoxicated by the pleasure her boyfriend was giving her. Her slender arms gently rested on Cao Shan's thighs, and her delicate hands unzipped his pants, pulling out his penis and playing with it. This was the second time she had touched Cao Shan's penis, but like the first time, she was intimidated by its magnificent size.

Two young lovers, their passion raging like dry wood, were passionately stimulating each other in the deep forest at night, both anticipating the long-awaited moment. Once they crossed that line, they would be a true couple, inseparable lovers. Even if Zhang Ning went to the ends of the earth, she would remember Cao Shan for the rest of her life; he wanted to be her first man!

"Ning, give it to me, okay?" Cao Shan's fingers, already wet between Zhang Ning's legs, knew his girlfriend also longed for that moment.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ning didn't offer herself to him; instead, she withdrew her hand, gently pulling his hand away from between her legs. "No, I don't want to," Zhang Ning said, head bowed. "

Zhang Ning! We've known each other for so long, are you going to wait until now?" Cao Shan was stopped, his penis still dangling outside. He had thought it would be a natural progression, much more natural than before, but it still hadn't worked, which frustrated him.

"I... I don't mean to not want to, I just feel it's not the right time," Zhang Ning whispered.

"I know, you don't consider me someone you can entrust your life to yet!" Cao Shan muttered dejectedly, shoving his penis back into his pants to avoid making a fool of himself.

"No, Cao Shan, believe me, I just don't like being in this environment. When that day comes, I'll definitely give it to you," Zhang Ning said, lifting her head and brushing aside the hair that had been covering her forehead. Her large eyes were filled with tears again.

Cao Shan was also deeply moved, hugging his departing girlfriend tightly once more. He secretly comforted himself; although he hadn't managed to fuck Zhang Ning's tender cunt, he had at least touched it, so being a Kobe fan wasn't in vain.

Higher up in the distance, behind a tree, hid a tall, thin man. His messy curly hair was blown even more wildly by the mountain wind, and a pair of small, mischievous eyes gleamed with excitement behind his glasses. He muttered softly, "Zhang Ning, you're so damn fair-skinned."

Chapter 2

On the West Railway Station platform, Cao Shan leaned against the train window, looking longingly at his girlfriend who was about to leave. "Zhang Ning, if going home isn't possible, come back. I'll work hard in Beijing, and I'll support you. Remember, there are plenty of opportunities in Beijing."

"Yeah, Cao Shan, graduation isn't like school. Don't act like a spoiled child. I... I'll cherish the time we spend together; these are my most beautiful memories." Thinking of parting with her boyfriend of three years, Zhang Ning's eyes welled up with tears. Cao Shan was her first love.

"Zhang Ning, I... I'll definitely work hard and wait for you to come back, really, I'm not lying to you!!" Cao Shan bit his lip to stop the tears from falling, but his eyes were already red.

"Mmm..." Zhang Ning bit her full lips, letting tears stream down her large, watery eyes.

Hou Jianguo, standing nearby, was also moved by his friend, taking off his glasses and wiping away his tears.

Parting is inevitable, especially for a train that departs on time. With a whistle, the train carrying Cao Shan's beloved girlfriend disappeared into the distance. Watching the red, white, and blue carriage recede into the distance, he could no longer control himself and burst into heartbroken sobs. This drew stares from those around him. After

seeing Zhang Ning off, Cao Shan was left alone to struggle in this familiar yet unfamiliar city.

Reality shattered all of Cao Shan's confidence. Finding a job was a hundred times harder than he had imagined. Not to mention the formidable competitors from prestigious universities vying for his services during graduation season, employers repeatedly pushed him to the brink with just the word "work experience."

Life was also far from the perfect Cao Shan had envisioned. Not only him, but even Hou Jianguo, who had already found a job, could only rent a room near the school, a place reserved for migrant workers. Cao Shan, unemployed, could only stay at the school, sleeping all day, eating in the cafeteria, and occasionally playing basketball or playing the piano with the younger students who stayed on campus for the summer. He was just getting by.

But this didn't last long. More than a month passed, and school was about to start. He, a graduate no longer belonging to the school, was ruthlessly evicted.

Cao Shan found Hou Jianguo and learned that several other graduates from the same school were also living in his rented room. That weekend, Hou Jianguo borrowed a tricycle from the landlord and took Cao Shan and all his belongings to his first home in Beijing.

This "home" is incredibly shabby. It's a two-story building constructed of red bricks next to a vegetable market not far from the school. There are two rows of rooms connected by a cement staircase. The corridor outside the rooms has green-painted iron pipe railings. The building is dilapidated and looks over 20 years old. It's said that it used to be staff dormitories for a certain company, but later the area became a vegetable market. This abandoned building was repurposed as rental housing. Besides out-of-town vegetable vendors, it also became a place for recent graduates to stay—for one simple reason: it's cheap.

However, the cheapness is accompanied by a dirty and chaotic environment.

Not only is the old electrical wiring frequently causing power outages due to tenants using electric stoves, but the ground in front of the building turns into a pond after rain. Most of the migrant workers came to Beijing from the countryside to make a living. They had no idea how to care for their environment. Littering was their most basic way of life. Every day, a bunch of ugly old women chattered in incomprehensible languages, a bunch of dirty little kids scurried around in the stairwells, and the men drank heavily and beat their wives. It was dirty, chaotic, and noisy.

Cao Shan sat on his tricycle, carrying about ten quilts, pots and pans, and his Fender Telecaster guitar, which he had bought for 7,000 yuan, which he had collected from his classmates.

The cheap motor of the tricycle was annoyingly loud. Hou Jianguo, bent over and holding the handlebars, tilted his head and said, "Cao Shan, the good news is you're really lucky. There's only one room left in my building. The bad news is that your room is right next to the toilet."

"Damn, listening to you talk about that lousy place, even if it wasn't next to the toilet, it would still smell, right?" I felt extremely disappointed, like an outcast of society.

“Just make do for now, we’ll move once we find a job. Hold on tight!” Hou Jianguo said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. He twisted the accelerator sharply, and a plume of smoke billowed from the back of the tricycle, carrying the acrid smell of burning gasoline and engine oil. The broken engine roared like a shrew, but the vehicle continued to move slowly. When

they arrived at their destination, the tricycle bounced and lurched across the ground before stopping in front of a dilapidated building. A group of rural women stared at Cao Shan as if he were an alien. Standing at the top of the stairs was a shirtless boy, his classmate and graduate, Cui Haibo.

“Cao Shan, welcome to the Slum Manor! We’ll be neighbors now!” Cui Haibo and Hou Jianguo were quite familiar with each other; they were both athletes, with Cui Haibo specializing in sprinting. At school, Cui Haibo and Cao Shan weren't in the same major. Cao Shan was rather boring; several times he went to Hou Jianguo's dorm to find him, but Cao Shan always ignored him. Cui Haibo, on the other hand, was always pretending to be friendly. He'd start with a very enthusiastic greeting, but then fall silent, grinning like a complete idiot, always seeming a bit dim-witted.

Sure enough, after his first polite greeting, Cui Haibo just stood there grinning. Cao Shan forced a smile and said, "Oh, you live here too?"

"Of course! Hou Jianguo found this place. Qu Yan and I were also looking for a place, so we moved in.

The environment is a bit lacking, but at least it's a place to stay, better than some of my classmates living in capsule apartments." Jianguo unloaded Cao Shan's belongings and returned the tricycle. Cao Shan carried his guitar and a net bag containing toiletries, while Cui Haibo picked up Cao Shan's bedding roll.

"What? You and Qu Yan are really together?" Cao Shan, led by Cui Haibo, walked up the dilapidated cement stairs.

"Yeah, graduation's approaching, and she finally agreed. I guess we're both about to enter the workforce, so we want to look out for each other. We both want to try our luck in Beijing, whether we succeed or fail, at least we'll have done our best in our youth. We're living next door to you now. Hou Jianguo told you, right? What's your room? We initially stayed in your room, but then the person in the next room left, and we just moved here. Actually, that room wasn't that bad, it was just next to the toilet, so it smelled a bit."

Cui Haibo smiled as he walked and introduced the place. Cao Shan followed behind him without responding, thinking about how he was going to be living in this run-down building watching over the toilets, he had no interest in chatting.

On the second floor, they turned right, and a long corridor stretched out. A tall girl emerged from a room near the end. She was indeed very tall, easily over 1.8 meters in her wedge sandals. Her thick, long hair was tied back with chopsticks, looking neat despite its messiness. She resembled an Eastern version of Kate Winslet? With thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a large mouth, she was well-proportioned but had a slightly rustic air. Zhang Ning also had big eyes and a large mouth, but her almond-shaped eyes were bright, with long eyelashes and full, playful, cute, and sexy lips. Compared to her, Qu Yan was somewhat less striking. This was Qu Yan.

Qu Yan was on the school volleyball team, 1.79 meters tall, with a fit and healthy physique and fair skin. Her volleyball team called her "Little Wang Yimei." While Qu Yan wasn't quite as pretty as Kate Winslet, she was far more beautiful than Wang Yimei. Perhaps their figures were somewhat similar—large breasts and a large bottom. Qu Yan was wearing a t-shirt; she was taller than Cui Haibo, and the shirt looked quite tight, perhaps even belonging to Cui Haibo. She wore white hot pants, revealing long, strong, and muscular legs. Her thighs were very firm, and her calves were thick and round. She wore size 42 white feet in slightly wedge-heeled flip-flops.

Qu Yan was the tallest girl in Cao Shan's year. Cao Shan, who liked tall girls, had flirted with her, and because of her height, he also accepted her thick, white legs. However, between the tall and strong Qu Yan and the tall, beautiful Zhang Ning, Cao Shan, with his normal aesthetic sense, chose the latter.

"Come on, let me carry some," Qu Yan greeted him with a smile. If she were to help with moving, she could definitely do the work of a man.

"Oh, go downstairs and see what else is there, help Hou Jianguo carry it up," Cui Haibo said, struggling to carry Cao Shan's bedding roll.

Qu Yan smiled and shuffled downstairs in her flip-flops. As she passed Cao Shan, I felt her head slightly lowered, smiling at me, seemingly very happy. Hearing Qu Yan's footsteps as she came down the stairs, I couldn't help but recall Cao Shan going upstairs at school. She had rushed down the stairs in a hurry, and perhaps because she was running too fast, she didn't stop at the corner. This nearly 1.8-meter-tall girl slammed against the stairwell wall with a loud thud, a sound that still resonates with Cao Shan. Qu Yan also seemed a bit simple-minded, a trait that perfectly matched Cui Haibo's.

Led by Cui Haibo, we entered Cao Shan's room.

The room was about 15 square meters, quite large, a wide open space. At the far end was a wooden-framed window. Because it was located in the suburbs, the view outside was of trees, mounds of earth, and grass—nothing like the scenery of Beijing. Since Cui Haibo and Qu Yan had just moved out, the room was relatively clean. Near the window was an old-fashioned double bed with wooden planks. Next to the bed was an old-fashioned wardrobe, horizontally placed against the side, creating a simple inner and outer room. A curtain was drawn across the middle of the room.

Outside, there was an old-fashioned sofa that was practically falling apart. Against the corner by the door sat a shabby computer desk worth no more than 100 yuan, next to which was a simple, creaky iron stool. Opposite the sofa and desk was a five-tiered shoe rack, which was actually a shelf for toiletries, pots, and pans. Cao Shan knew that the landlord had salvaged these items from flea markets and even from junk collectors; they weren't concerned with appearance or quality, just functionality. Most people living here didn't have much of a refined lifestyle to offer.

Cao Shan pulled a box of Zhongnanhai cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Hou Jianguo and Cui Haibo. Qu Yan saw this and quickly said, "Cao Shan, don't give Haibo a cigarette. He always coughs; I've told him to quit smoking so many times."

Cui Haibo, quite concerned about his image, said to Qu Yan, "Cao Shan's here; a cigarette won't hurt. By the way, let's chat for a bit. Can you help Cao Shan tidy up?"

"No, no, I can't possibly. I'll do it myself in a bit," Cao Shan said

politely, as he and Cui Haibo weren't particularly close at school. Qu Yan, however, didn't stand on ceremony. She bent down, sticking out her large bottom, picked up the bedding roll, and went inside, saying, "It's alright. We were classmates before, and now we're neighbors. Let's help each other out."

Hou Jianguo sat on the sofa, Cao Shan on a stool, and Cui Haibo leaned against the doorframe. He said, “Cao Shan, look, this is the men’s restroom, next to it is the women’s restroom, and next to your room is the water room with a water heater, so you can take a shower at night. I live next door to you. The first apartment next to the stairs in the middle is Hou Jianguo’s room, and at the end of that side is the kitchen. These ten apartments on the second floor are all pretty good; I heard they all sell small appliances, knock-off phones, and clothes from the market, unlike the first floor which is all dirty vegetable and meat stalls.”

Cao Shan nodded resignedly, saying, “Yeah, not bad. Let’s stay here for now. One day we’ll all live in our own homes.”

“That’s good about Cao Shan, he’s optimistic,” Hou Jianguo said with a smile, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.

“Optimistic my foot, let’s take it one step at a time,” Cao Shan said with a wry smile, flicking his cigarette ash onto the cement floor.

“Cao Shan, come here for a second,” Qu Yan, who was making my bed inside, suddenly called to Cao Shan as we were talking.

Cao Shan lifted the curtain, his blood rushing to his head, his genitals throbbing. He saw Qu Yan, her large buttocks raised and her thick, long, white legs spread wide, making the bed for him, in a position resembling rear-entry during sex. Qu Yan was wearing tight white hot pants; her buttocks were larger than a large washbasin, the round flesh stretching the pants tightly, revealing not only her underwear lines but also the cleft between her buttocks and the outline of her full vulva.

"Wh-what's wrong?" Cao Shan composed himself and walked to the bedside to ask.

Qu Yan's fair face flushed red with embarrassment. She lowered her head and handed him a bag, asking, "Where do I put this?"

Seeing the bag, Cao Shan wished he could disappear into the ground. It was the bag he used to store pornographic DVDs and books, and inside was a recently purchased artificial vagina for masturbation. Qu Yan had seen all of this; it was incredibly embarrassing.

"Oh, give it to me," Cao Shan hurriedly snatched it and tossed it onto the top of the wardrobe.

Qu Yan, who had been shyly keeping her head down, inadvertently turned around and saw the large tent in Cao Shan's crotch. Her face turned even redder. She knew that Cao Shan must have seen her big butt sticking out when he came in. "It's okay, you go out and chat. I'll help you tidy up," Qu Yan said softly, as gently as if she were talking to her husband, which warmed Cao Shan's heart instantly.

When he lifted the curtain and saw Cui Haibo, any lingering thoughts about Qu Yan were forcibly removed.

This was someone else's girlfriend; he couldn't take advantage of her. That

evening, the four of them went out to a small restaurant for a hearty meal. Cao Shan wanted to treat, but Hou Jianguo insisted on paying, saying it was to welcome Cao Shan.

During the meal, they learned that Hou Jianguo now worked at an advertising company as a salesperson. He had joined in the second semester of his junior year of college, starting as an intern, and had been there for a year and a half. I heard he's doing well, earning nearly 4000 yuan a month now. He just bought a Motorola 388, which was only released a few months ago. Its sports car design and touchscreen made Cao Shan incredibly envious. Cui Haibo and Qu Yan also work at an advertising company, selling telephone directories. Both are salespeople, earning a base salary of 800 yuan each plus commission. This business is tough, but the commissions are high. One of their company's salespeople got a full-page ad on the back cover of next year's directories and earned 10,000 yuan.

They chatted and drank, then ordered a bunch of skewers after eating, not leaving until after 11 pm.

Qu Yan helped Cui Haibo into the house. Cao Shan opened the door himself, didn't turn on the light, went straight to the bed, and lay down. Looking at the bright moon and the shade of the trees outside the window, listening to the chirping of autumn insects, and gazing at the dilapidated room and old furniture in the moonlight, he thought about how he was a jobless, useless person, barely surviving here. The glory of being secretly admired by girls in school and singing joyfully on stage was all gone, now just history.

Starting tomorrow, he would be a humble laborer, seeking a lowly job and earning a meager wage in this bustling city. All that talk about a three-year down payment and a five-year car purchase was nonsense; the most important thing now was survival, and after spending all the 6,000 yuan his father gave him, being able to establish himself in Beijing.

Cao Shan rolled over, suddenly smelling a faint fragrance on the sheets. It must be Qu Yan's scent. Remembering seeing Qu Yan's large, protruding buttocks when she made his bed that afternoon, Cao Shan's penis instantly hardened.

Just then, rustling sounds came from the opposite room. It was Cui Haibo and Qu Yan.

Cui Haibo said, "Qu Yan, come here, let me hug you. Come on, let's do it tonight!"

"Stop it, I'm tired," Qu Yan seemed uninterested.

"What's wrong? You seem quite happy today, is it because Cao Shan came?" Cui Haibo asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, what am I happy about? Besides, what does my happiness have to do with him?" Qu Yan said, somewhat displeased.

"Come here, what did you call Cao Shan inside for this afternoon?" Cui Haibo asked.

"What else could it be? He had something in his bedding roll, and I asked him where it was. What else could it be?" Qu Yan said.

"I saw that guy's crotch was pitched when he came out." Cui Haibo chuckled and whispered.

"You're so annoying, letting people hear you," Qu Yan complained.

"How could he? Cao Shan drank so much, he's already asleep. Look at the table, his eyes were constantly scanning you, his eyes were practically glowing." Cui Haibo said.

"Don't overthink it, isn't Zhang Ning a million times better than me? Would Cao Shan even look at me?" Qu Yan said.

"Hmph, when I was pursuing you, you didn't object. Besides, Cao Shan was a big shot at our school, a band idol. You were all obsessed with him, weren't you? Now look at you, your idol is an unemployed youth living next door. How

could you not be happy?" Cui Haibo said.

"That's all because I was trying to annoy you. Cao Shan was a big shot at school, with female students from every class obsessed with him. How could he possibly be interested in me?" Qu Yan said.

"That's not necessarily true. Things are different now. He's a fallen phoenix, and you're a unique flower. Zhang Yu sang about unrequited love." Cui Jiangtao said with a self-deprecating laugh in a low voice.

"Are you drunk? You're hoping something will happen between me and Cao Shan, aren't you?" Qu Yan was a little angry.

"I was just giving you a heads-up. When you came back just now, you were supporting him the whole time, ignoring me. Am I still your boyfriend?" Cui Haibo was also a little angry.

"Oh, you're jealous? You kept calling him 'brother' at the dinner table. Didn't he drink more than you?" Qu Yan explained.

"He was practically burying his face in your chest!! Do you think just anyone can lean on my wife's breasts!" Cui Haibo said, his tongue thick with slurred speech.

"He was so drunk, what could he do? Cui Haibo, the day we got together, I told you I'm a traditional woman. I've made up my mind about you, so I'm sticking with you. Don't doubt me. As long as you don't change your mind, I'll stay with you, whether we live here or when we're rich. Even if I make a fortune and you're still just a small-time salesman, I'll always love you. Don't overthink it, okay, honey?" Qu Yan coaxed Cui Haibo.

"Wife, I know you're devoted to me and good to me. Honey, I really want to make love to you today, I really want to,"

Cui Haibo started getting aroused.

"Don't do that, can't I take my own clothes off? Wait a minute, don't rush me, don't hug me, how am I supposed to take my pants off?" Qu Yan said, trying to avoid him.

"Mmm, ooh, mmm..." The sound of the bed shaking and hitting the wall, along with the sounds of the two kissing, suggested they were embracing.

"Wife, I want to do it from behind. Your ass is so big, so exciting. I bet all men like women with ass as yours," Cui Haibo said, panting.

"Ugh, you! You said my ass is thick, you can't go in deep. I can do it lying down," Qu Yan complained.

"No, I'm in a good mood today, I'm hard. Hurry, hurry," Cui Haibo urged.

Another creaking sound from the bed. Cao Shan's hand unconsciously reached down to his crotch, pulling out his enormous penis. As he masturbated, he thought to himself, "The tall, sexy Qu Yan, naked, is already facing away from Cui Haibo with her plump buttocks sticking out, just like the position I saw that afternoon, except she's naked. Damn, that's awesome.

" "Wife, you're so tall. I'm half a head shorter than you. Cao Shan looks like a little chick next to you," Cui Haibo sincerely praised his tall, voluptuous wife.

"Mmm..." With a soft, drawn-out moan from Qu Yan, Cao Shan knew that Cui Haibo had penetrated her, holding her large buttocks.

"Mmm...mmm..." Accompanied by the gentle creaking of the bed, Qu Yan moaned softly. Cao Shan knew she was trying to control herself, but even so, it was still exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

"Wife, if you want to moan, just moan. It's okay, everyone's asleep, no one can hear you," Cui Haibo said, panting.

"Husband..." Qu Yan, usually quite well-behaved, was now making him feel a tingling sensation. "A little harder, faster, okay?" Qu Yan was a little unsatisfied.

"I, I, if I go faster, I, I want to ejaculate. I just want to last longer," Cui Haibo said anxiously.

"Mmm, ah... it's so itchy inside, like this, like this, the more you thrust, the itchier it gets," Qu Yan said wantonly.

"Mmm..." "Oh, ah, mmm, mmm..." Cui Haibo obviously sped up his movements, the bed shook more and more, creaking and groaning, and Qu Yan's moans grew louder and louder, but it hadn't even been three minutes. Then, Cui Haibo let out a low growl, and then there was silence.

"Wife, I, I, have you come?" Cui Haibo looked very tired, panting as he spoke.

"Mmm, husband, you ejaculated as soon as I came. You're getting better and better," Qu Yan said sweetly, looking very satisfied. Cao Shan, stroking his penis, thought to himself that Qu Yan had a very high sex drive; she came after just a few thrusts, she was very sensitive. If he were to have sex with Qu Yan, he could make her orgasm a dozen or twenty times in one night.

A moment later, he heard the sound of slippers being put on, followed by the sound of a washbasin hitting a shelf. Cui Haibo's door opened. A person shuffled past Cao Shan's door in slippers and went into the washroom.

Hearing the showerhead turn on and the water running, Cao Shan couldn't sleep anymore. His penis was hard, and he wondered if it was Qu Yan or Cui Haibo taking a shower.

Cao Shan got out of bed and found a broken mirror in the corner. Consumed by lust, he treated it like a treasure. He grabbed a broom, wrapped the mirror around it with tape, and then, holding the wooden handle, pushed open the window and gently held it outside the window next door. A plastic shower curtain was installed on the bathroom window. Luckily, the two curtains were a bit small; they were pulled closed in the middle, but a considerable gap remained at the base of the window on Cao Shan's side. Cao Shan held the mirror close enough to see what was inside. It

truly was.

Standing under the showerhead was a tall woman with long hair—Qu Yan. Her long hair was loose and wet; she had washed her hair and was applying shower gel. Facing the window, Cao Shan had a clear view of Qu Yan's cleavage.

Qu Yan's skin was fair, and her two full breasts made Cao Shan want to pinch them. Although they were slightly saggy compared to Zhang Ning's firm breasts, they were still very attractive. Qu Yan's

abdomen was flat; surprisingly, someone so tall and strong had a slender waist. And her hips were, in Cao Shan's opinion, more beautiful than Zhang Ning's. Zhang Ning's hips were slightly narrower because of her swimming training, but Qu Yan was different. Her cinched waist and protruding hips created a vase-like, perfectly proportioned female figure, with extremely beautiful curves. The patch of dark pubic hair between her legs, wet with water, made Cao Shan's penis incredibly hard. Her legs were tightly closed. Qu Yan's

legs were long, straight, white, and thick. Standard volleyball legs—thick thighs and very thick calves, firm, tight, and rounded.

Cao Shan liked girls with long legs, and thinner legs were even better, but he also liked Qu Yan's thick legs. Perhaps it was because between those thick legs was the cunt that Cui Haibo had just fucked, the one he wanted to put his penis inside.

Qu Yan wiped her body and turned around. Damn, that big ass! Round and plump, the flesh trembled with every movement. Those buttocks must be soft and plump. After wiping for a while, Qu Yan bent down and wiped her calves. This gave Cao Shan a real treat for his eyes. That big, fat buttocks looked even wider, almost as wide as his shoulders, or even wider. At the junction of her buttocks and thighs, Cao Shan could see Qu Yan's vulva from the angle. It was very plump, with a long, oval protrusion, like a steamed bun with a slit in the middle. Sparse pubic hair grew on the raised mound.

Qu Yan turned on the showerhead, washing her body, which was covered in shower gel. Cao Shan saw the nearly 1.8-meter-tall, strong woman bathing naked in the mirror, and his penis was rock hard. Tonight was destined to be a series of climaxes and spectacular events.

Right after Qu Yan finished washing, she started masturbating! It turned out that Gang Haibo hadn't been able to satisfy her at all.

She leaned against the partition board, raised one leg and placed it on a protrusion on the wall, facing the window. Not only could Cao Shan see Qu Yan's naked body, but her spread legs and wide-open vulva were completely exposed to him.

As expected, she was a huge, fleshy cunt that could crush a penis.

Qu Yan rubbed her breasts with one hand, her fingers constantly circling her nipples. Her other hand reached down to her crotch, first rubbing her mons pubis from her vulva to her clitoris with her palm, then back again, before rubbing her clitoris with her fingertips.

As the movements deepened, Qu Yan tried her best to control herself, but still managed to let out soft moans.

"Mmm...oh..." They were barely audible.

Finally, Qu Yan's finger movements became more pronounced. First, she inserted her middle finger into her vagina and stirred it vigorously, then she inserted her ring finger as well. The two thick mounds of flesh at the entrance gripped Qu Yan's fingers like a hot dog, and her fingers were covered in sticky, lustful fluid as she thrust in and out. Finally, Qu Yan, like someone who had drunk too much and was gagging, forcefully dug into her vagina, seemingly trying to release her surging desire.

She used her hands so forcefully that she almost abused her vagina; her outer palm caused her inner fingers to tremble violently as if she had Parkinson's disease. This gave her immense pleasure. As expected, while her hand frantically thrust into her vagina, Qu Yan tilted her head back, mouth agape, trembling as if a mute were about to scream. If she could cry out freely, it would be the ultimate pleasure, but at this moment, she had to control the immense pleasure in her lower body, because she couldn't let Cui Haibo hear her masturbating.

Finally, Qu Yan's whole body trembled, her breasts deformed from her own grip, her hand inside her trembling wildly. Suddenly, she exhaled forcefully, then thrust her body forward, her hips causing her large, fat buttocks to twitch rhythmically. She thrust hard, then pulled out sharply—she urinated. Qu Yan had actually masturbated to the point of orgasm.

After the climax, Qu Yan turned on the showerhead to wash her sweat-drenched body and her dripping genitals, finally releasing the pent-up desire within her. She sighed, thinking of the outwardly strong but inwardly weak Haibo. Was this how she was going to live from now on?

Just as Qu Yan finished washing herself and was about to wrap herself in a towel, she seemed to notice a glint of light reflected from the gap in the shower curtain at the foot of the window. It seemed something was watching her, because in Cao Shan's gaze, their eyes had met for a fleeting moment. Qu Yan was momentarily dazed, then turned around, turned off the water, picked up a towel to dry herself, wrapped her tall, slender, and beautiful body in it, and left with the basin.

For that instant, whether it was her eyes or a sixth sense, Qu Yan definitely saw or felt a pair of eyes watching her through the crack in the window behind the shower curtain. She felt very uncomfortable; she knew it was Cao Shan.

The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, she paused for five seconds at Cao Shan's door. Her conservative nature made any man spying on her unforgivable; it was an incredibly sordid act. She even had the urge to confront Cao Shan. But she knew that would only make things worse. What would Cui Haibo think of Cao Shan spying on her? What would Cui Haibo think if Cao Shan revealed that he masturbated in the washroom?

She returned to her room, opened the door, wiped herself down, drank a glass of water, and lay down next to Cui Haibo, who was already snoring loudly.

Chapter 3

Wednesday, Cao Shan went to the job market and submitted several resumes, but felt that none of them had much of a chance. The job market was truly a damn market, crowded with people, a mixture of sweat and the strong breath of early risers. In each cubicle, two or three disheveled recruiters in cheap suits sat, acting all high and mighty, each with a fancy-sounding company name, but you could tell at a glance that they weren't good companies.

Cao Shan handed over resume after resume, and the other party usually only asked two questions, "Do you have relevant work experience?"

After receiving a negative answer, it was always, "Okay, we'll call you if we need you. Please go back and wait for our notification." These small companies needed people who had been in the industry for a while, preferably with clients who could generate immediate results. They didn't have the time to mold inexperienced graduates into talents.

Squeezing out of the job market, Cao Shan felt a sense of relief, and the air seemed much fresher. He imagined job hunting in a bright, clean, upscale office building, where a beautiful female manager, dressed in stylish business attire and perhaps wearing glasses, would sit down with him for a long talk, discussing his life ideals, the company's development direction, and how much the company wanted him. The manager would even use her own qualities to gain his favor, making it a condition for him to stay on, ultimately offering him a lucrative position as a fashionable white-collar worker with a monthly salary of tens of thousands.

In his second month, he would call Zhang Ning to ask her to return to Beijing so they could move out of that dilapidated, dirty tenement building and rent a two-bedroom apartment to settle down. But what was reality? He turned around and saw a sea of heads coming and going through the entrance, which was no different from a pigsty or chicken coop. The job seekers were timid and dejected, while the recruiters were arrogant and haughty. A simple supply and demand relationship had divided the two groups of people into two completely different classes. Cao Shan loathed all of this and felt a strong aversion to such job fairs.

He ordered a pancake with two eggs at the entrance. He ate as he walked towards the station. When he arrived, he saw people waiting for their trains, all dressed in cheap work clothes, their uniforms crumpled and disheveled, looking dejected and unkempt. Cao Shan was like them, a homeless, superfluous person in this city. But for the sake of ideals, or for survival, they had to squeeze into this vast and complex social machine, even if it meant taking the most menial job. The only difference between Cao Shan and them was that he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans—he didn't have work clothes, and had never even considered wearing those damned ones.

He took three different trains before finally returning to his lodgings. The ground in front of the building was a mixture of sewage, vegetable scraps, and mud. A kind person had laid a row of bricks down the path to prevent his shoes from getting wet. On the cement steps outside the first floor, groups of two or three elderly women sat, some preparing food, some chatting, their loud laughter occasionally breaking the silence.

"We're in the same predicament, so why are they so happy, while I'm so worried?" Cao Shan asked himself.

He and they weren't the same kind of people. Although they lived under the same roof, they were never the same kind of people, and never would be—different experiences, different ideals, different views on life. Cao Shan didn't want to, and didn't need to, join in their joy. He reminded himself to toughen his mind, strengthen his body, and endure hardship.

Cao Shan walked across a narrow bridge made of bricks like an acrobat and went upstairs. This idle man locked himself in his room. He took a nap, and when he woke up it was almost three o'clock. He played the piano for a while, but it was boring. Cao Shan found that he had no motivation to play the piano at all. Before, in school, everyone admired boys who could play the piano and liked them. But now? In the eyes of those old women downstairs, his telecaster was not as important as a piece of pork or a pot of rice.

People always need entertainment. He reached up to the wardrobe, took down the cloth bag he had thrown up there that day, picked out a pornographic disc and put it in the CD drive. "Ah...ah...ah..." The female protagonist's seductive and mechanical moans immediately came from the speakers, which startled him, and he quickly turned the volume down. Cao Shan picked up the artificial vagina again, squeezed some lubricant inside, and thrust his penis in.

He regretted using it the first time. The soft silicone was completely different from Zhang Ning's vagina, and he felt nothing when his penis went in. He imagined how amazing it would be to insert it into a real woman's cunt.

He imagined how wonderful it would feel to insert it into Qu Yan's plump, round cunt. That night, he felt incredibly good just from inserting his fingers into Zhang Ning's vagina, let alone his penis.

Cao Shan watched porn while holding the artificial vagina, letting the motor inside vibrate. Suddenly, he heard the clatter of high heels in the hallway. In this building, Qu Yan was the only one wearing high heels, even though she was very tall, it was that kind of aura she exuded. For some reason, ever since he spied on Qu Yan taking a shower that day, Cao Shan had become a little infatuated with her. She was so tall, so white, with a big butt and big breasts. Her legs were a bit thick, but that didn't matter, it was great to hold her. He even regretted not choosing Qu Yan. He had a chance. If he had chosen Qu Yan, at least he could have had a good time with her big, plump ass, instead of satisfying his craving with this silicone fake pussy.

Qu Yan had become the flower in Cao Shan's heart, a single man. In this environment full of rural women, the tall and fit Qu Yan was so beautiful and alluring.

He listened intently, and sure enough, high heels stopped next door, but there was no sound of the door opening. Suddenly, his door rang. "Cao Shan, are you home?" It was Qu Yan's voice.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, wait a minute." Cao Shan was caught off guard. He quickly pulled the silicone vulva off his penis, not caring that his greasy penis was stuffed into his underwear, put the artificial vulva in his pocket, turned off the media player, and casually opened his resume on the desktop. Only after tidying up did he open the door.

"Qu Yan, you're back so early today?" Cao Shan said seriously, but he ignored the tent pitched in his crotch.

"Oh, I went downstairs to meet a client and came straight back. Look at me, so forgetful, I probably left my keys at the office. Do you mind if I come in and sit for a while?" Qu Yan was wearing low heels, but she still looked a head taller than Cao Shan. She wore a navy blue business suit, which, although large-sized, was almost too tight on her, accentuating her bust and creating a flared silhouette. Her long legs were encased in black stockings, and her thick thighs added to her voluptuous sexiness, leaving Cao Shan momentarily stunned.

"Ah, oh, please come in, please come in." If Qu Yan hadn't coughed lightly, Cao Shan would still be staring at her. Coming to his senses, he quickly ushered her into the house.

Cao Shan's room was messy, and more importantly, it reeked of masculinity. Cao Shan was relatively clean, washing his socks frequently, and his feet didn't smell, but he had a strong masculine odor, a masculine scent mixed with lubricant.

Qu Yan was led to sit on the sofa by Cao Shan. Casually crossing her legs, her white calves, flattened by her knees, were almost thicker than Cao Shan's thighs. Turning her head, Qu Yan saw a black cloth bag on the computer desk beside her. Remembering how Cao Shan had made her bed when he first arrived, she curiously opened the bag and found pornographic DVDs with nude covers, and even a silicone artificial vulva. She knew then how sexually active Cao Shan was, how hard-boiled he was, and how much he needed a woman's touch. Her face flushed again. Cao Shan noticed it too and quickly grabbed it, throwing it onto the bed.

"Coffee or tea?" Cao Shan asked while busy at the shelf.

"Heh, you've got quite a lot to offer. No need for that. Haibo will be back soon. I'll just sit for a bit and then leave." This was

Qu Yan's first time alone with Cao Shan, and seeing his cloth bag, she could imagine what he had been doing in the room earlier, making her feel a little uneasy.

"Coffee it is then," Cao Shan said, pouring a packet of instant coffee into a cup, breaking it up, and handing it to Qu Yan before sitting down on a stool beside her.

Qu Yan gently blew on the steam rising from the cup, taking a small sip, and then asked, "How did the job interview go?"

"Not good, it felt really bad. I never imagined the job market would be like that," Cao Shan complained.

“We all found our jobs there. Don’t be discouraged. You have to find something that suits you and that will make you money. Don’t rush,”

Qu Yan comforted him.

“By the way, how’s it going where you are? What’s the job like?” Cao Shan asked.

“Well, it’s very simple. We run a telephone directory, which is basically a phone book. We provide company information for free. As long as a company agrees to publish, we go and deliver the book,” Qu Yan explained.

“Give it away for free? Aren’t your phone books priced at several hundred yuan? Aren’t you losing money?” Cao Shan asked.

“Haha, who does business at a loss? The cost of one book isn’t much. The main thing is that delivering the book is a great excuse to meet clients. Once we meet, we give them the opportunity to advertise,” Qu Yan said with a smile.

“That must be tiring, right? And mentally taxing,” Cao Shan said, pursing his lips.

“How can college graduates like us find a good job right away? We have to take it one step at a time.”

Qu Yan told Cao Shan about her work, how most clients were indifferent to her, how she would get yelled at on the phone, and so on. This made Cao Shan even more discouraged. If this was the kind of work he was doing in Beijing, he might as well go back to his hometown; at least he wouldn't have to put up with this.

“How much do you two earn a month?” This was Cao Shan’s main concern.

Qu Yan was a little embarrassed. “Not much, a little over 2000 yuan together. I make a sale every month, even the smallest one is 400 yuan. As for Haibo… I’m not sure.”

This amount greatly surprised Cao Shan. “So little? Can you two keep going?”

“We’ll be frugal. If things go well, we can save 200 or 300 yuan a month. Little by little, it adds up.” Qu Yan was quite optimistic.

Hearing that Cui Haibo was less successful than her, Cao Shan felt a little uneasy. In school, he was the most handsome guy on campus, and he wouldn’t even look at girls who weren’t good enough. Now that he was down on his luck, he found Qu Yan increasingly appealing. Tall, sexy, and dignified, she was truly a woman who could grace a formal occasion and also please a lecherous man. She remarked, "I never imagined Haibo wouldn't be supporting you, but you'd be supporting him."

Qu Yan saw through Cao Shan's little scheme and couldn't help but chuckle. This handsome young man was actually jealous of Haibo; what was he up to? She replied, "There's no question of who supports whom. In business, I'm just lucky, and he's very hardworking. He pursued me for a long time in school, and I only agreed to be with him after graduation not because I wanted companionship, but because I thought he was reliable and hardworking. Although he's not the smartest, I believe he'll succeed. Since becoming his girlfriend, I've decided that she's the one for me."

Hearing Qu Yan's words, Cao Shan felt quite disappointed. Spoiled since childhood, he couldn't handle the slightest setback, not even a minor one.

"By the way, how are things going between you and Zhang Ning?" Qu Yan noticed Cao Shan's face was a little downcast and quickly changed the subject. She thought to herself that Cao Shan was like a child, his emotions always written on his face. While such a guy was cute, he couldn't withstand much hardship.

"Oh, you could say we broke up, but it's not really a breakup," Cao Shan said listlessly.

"What kind of talk is that?" Qu Yan said with a slightly coquettish tone.

"It's just that we've been in contact less and less. It's hard to call her, and she doesn't have an address for letters. Basically, it's just me and her communicating one-way. But given my current situation, there's really nothing to say." Thinking of Zhang Ning, Cao Shan felt a pang of pain, not from the immediate pain of separation, but from the fact that he couldn't see any future where he could bring her happiness.

"It's better that you broke up. Fate is something you can't explain," Qu Yan paused, seemingly gathering her thoughts, before speaking seriously to Cao Shan. “Cao Shan, you’ve always been a very outstanding young man, full of youthful vigor and single. Actually, some things… I can understand, but I don’t recommend or like what you’ve done. The shower room is so close; if…

they find out, it won’t be good for anyone, don’t you think?” Qu Yan tried to subtly avoid hurting Cao Shan’s pride.

Cao Shan’s face flushed instantly, utterly ashamed. He knew Qu Yan had discovered him peeping at her while she showered! How embarrassing! Cao Shan felt despicable. He had always thought he was irresistible, that girls would flock to him with just a nod, but today Qu Yan had taught him a lesson. In her eyes, he was just a frivolous, gloomy, voyeuristic, unmotivated, and arrogant young man. Cao Shan didn’t dare look Qu Yan in the eye, only nodding slightly.

Qu Yan stood up, sighed, and said, "Cao Shan, I really want to be your friend. I hope you'll listen to what I'm saying. When we're together, isn't it about helping and encouraging each other? Okay, thank you for your hospitality. Hai Bo will be back soon; I'll go out and greet him. Goodbye."

Cao Shan lit a cigarette, stood in the corridor, leaned on the iron railing, and watched Qu Yan go downstairs and walk away. Her tall, slender figure, her thick, white legs, and her plump buttocks—she was damn attractive! Unfortunately, this woman didn't belong to Cao Shan, nor to the migrant workers from other places who had been eyeing her greedily along the way.

In the distance, the setting sun gilded the trees and streets with a golden hue. A red and white bus pulled into the station, and people got off work. Some went home, some went to the market. A little while later, Hai Bo, Qu Yan, and Jianguo returned together, chatting and laughing, carrying some groceries. Looking at the three of them, Cao Shan thought to himself, "It's so good to have a job. At least they feel fulfilled, unlike me, who always feels like a useless person."

"Cao Shan," Hou Jianguo called out to him from downstairs. "I'll show you my skills later, we'll have a big meal."

The four of them busied themselves, preparing a sumptuous feast. Hai Bo made an omelet, Qu Yan made sweet and sour pork ribs, Jianguo made braised ribbonfish, and Cao Shan symbolically fried a peanut, which he burned.

"Come on, fill it up. We're all away from home, especially Cao Shan, who's still unemployed. We should give him some warmth. Cheers!" Jianguo filled everyone's glasses with Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ugh," Jian Guo frowned but grinned, seemingly enjoying himself. He picked up a piece of fish and asked Cao Shan, "Cao Shan, how was the job fair today?"

"Damn, don't even mention it," Cao Shan said, stuffing a piece of pork rib into his mouth. "I must say, this pork rib is really authentic, it tastes a bit like home." He glanced at Qu Yan, who didn't react at all, but instead leaned happily on Hai Bo's shoulder, smiling. Cao Shan, feeling awkward, said, "What kind of job market was that? It was all market, no talent. It was like a pigsty, people packed together like sardines."

"See, even our star student knows how cold society is," Hai Bo teased. He didn't necessarily realize that Cao Shan had any feelings for his girlfriend, but since Cao Shan, the school's music star, was now with them, and Qu Yan was the only woman, Hai Bo, as her boyfriend, would be somewhat wary.

Jian Guo said, “It’s okay, everyone has to go through this. Let me tell you, Yonghe Temple isn’t a good place; there aren’t any good companies there. There’s a job fair at Zhongshan Park this Sunday; go there. Oh, by the way, you don’t have a suit, do you?

Go to the zoo on Saturday and get one, and while you’re at it, go to Xizhimen and buy a used phone—it’s a must-have for the workplace, don’t take it lightly.”

“Okay,” Cao Shan replied blankly. He was starting to hate Beijing. He didn’t want to live like everyone else, but he had no choice. He was watching his father’s money dwindle, and he didn’t want to end up packing his bags and going home in a sorry state—that would be the biggest failure!

On Saturday, Jian Guo took Cao Shan to buy clothes and a nearly new 5110i. This phone had only been on the market for six months. Cao Shan liked that it had interchangeable colored cases, easy one-touch operation, and most importantly, it was cheap and had Chinese input.

After returning home, he first called home, then called Zhang Ning, giving her his phone number. Jianguo then taught him how to tie a tie and how to phrase things during a job interview. He went to bed at 10 PM. Tomorrow would be a battle where only success was possible.

Cao Shan lay in bed, fiddling with his phone, dialing Qu Yan's number. After a moment's thought, he changed Qu Yan's name to "Big Butt, Big Thick Legs."

He couldn't sleep.

She couldn't sleep either.

Separated by a wall, Qu Yan stared blankly at the ceiling. She was in a very high mood today, wondering if it was because she'd been to Cao Shan's room. The moment Cao Shan opened the door, the man's scent inside made her dizzy. Cao Shan's slender figure was to her liking; Qu Yan was tall and strong, and she preferred thin men—Cao Shan was her type! She also inadvertently noticed the tent pitched between Cao Shan's legs, so high and protruding; it couldn't be small.

Thinking of this, Qu Yan pressed her thick legs, wrapped in the blanket, even tighter. She saw Cao Shan's black cloth bag and figured he must have been up to no good in the room. Zhang Ning was home, and he was alone, such a vigorous young man; his libido must be extremely high. Unlike Hai Bo lying beside her, who, after getting his body, felt as comfortable as a middle-aged man, wanting more but lacking the ability.

She had considered it for a long time before agreeing to be Haibo's girlfriend, but even the most meticulous plans can go awry. She never imagined that Haibo, who had always maintained a gentlemanly demeanor while pursuing her, would be so impotent in that area.

Haibo was Qu Yan's first man. The first night after moving here was also her first time with Haibo. That night, she felt vaguely unsatisfied. Haibo's penis was very small; it would get stuck at the entrance, unable to go in or out. She had heard at school that girls with big mouths also had big vaginas, and she thought it might be because her vaginal opening was too big, but Haibo was indeed too small, not even as big as her fingers.

Moreover, he lasted too short, only two or three minutes before he couldn't hold back, finishing quickly before she even reached orgasm. They had been together for almost a month, and Qu Yan had never experienced even one moment of satisfaction from Haibo during sex. Every time, her desire would just rise before Haibo's limp penis would knock her to the ground.

Her experience with sex went from anticipation to endurance to fear to despair. She recalled the moment Cao Shan opened the door that afternoon; his slender frame evoked a feeling of tenderness in her, and the small tent—no, the large tent—that made her blush was clearly much larger than Hai Bo's, even with just a casual glance.

"Sigh," Qu Yan sighed softly in the darkness. The moonlight streaming through the window shone on her fair skin, making her sharp features resemble a Greek goddess. She felt a fire burning in her lower abdomen, while her private parts were already overflowing with desire. She gently ran her hand along her thickly haired mons pubis, down to between her legs, feeling the slippery, sticky labia.

Tonight, her libido was exceptionally high. She had showered early, and when she returned to the room, she found Hai Bo already asleep. She tried to coax him, to be affectionate, using all her strength to entice him to sleep with her, but he showed no interest. Perhaps her boyfriend was a client, but his lack of interest was disheartening. Qu Yan even abandoned her reserve and offered to suck his penis, but the little thing remained stubbornly unresponsive, like a wilted eggplant. She was discouraged once again.

Qu Yan turned her head to look at Hai Bo, who was snoring loudly. She put one hand on her full breasts, her two long white legs slightly parted, and rubbed her vulva with her other hand, making gentle movements. She closed her eyes, fantasizing about the scenes of making love with Hai Bo before, but nothing particularly interesting came to mind. When the image of Cao Shan appeared in her mind, she felt waves of warmth deep in her vagina, waves of soreness and tightness, and a continuous flow of vaginal fluid.

She bit the blanket, her two thick legs tightly clamping the blanket, but the itching sensation grew stronger and stronger.

Qu Yan finally went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and rinsed her fair and tall body. When she drew the shower curtain, she deliberately pulled it a little closer to the window frame, leaving a considerable gap. Leaning against the wall, her legs weak with excitement, Qu Yan spread her thick, white legs and inserted two fingers into her dripping, wet vulva, digging and probing forcefully. Her other hand grasped her full breasts, kneading them with a competitive force.

She glanced out the window every now and then, hoping to see that small mirror reflecting the light and a pair of greedy eyes, but there was nothing there. Qu Yan regretted what she had said to Cao Shan that afternoon. If Cao Shan were spying on her now, she would be even more excited. She would brazenly spread her legs wide, completely exposing her vulva to the mirror, demonstrating every step of her masturbation to him. If Cao Shan,

this hot-blooded young man, couldn't resist her teasing and rushed in, Qu Yan thought, she would struggle, she would resist, but she wouldn't scream. She hoped that in the quiet of the night, the two of them could finish this erotic dream, like being in a dream, half-real, half-illusion, and if necessary, pretend it never happened. She was utterly captivated by Cao Shan's body and his swollen groin. Even more tantalizing, she knew Cao Shan reciprocated her tall, imposing physique. Qu Yan knew his ideal type was the opposite of hers; the slender Cao Shan must have been most attracted to her tall, strong figure with her large buttocks and breasts.

"Mmm..." Qu Yan bit her lip, letting out a soft, intoxicating moan, followed by a powerful thrust of her wide hips, causing her large buttocks and breasts to tremble wildly. She masturbated to orgasm—just like after every encounter with Hai Bo, she released her surging desire in this way.

After regaining her senses, Qu Yan looked at her soaking wet body and couldn't help but smile bitterly, secretly blaming herself for her earlier emotional infidelity. She had already entrusted her life to Hai Bo, and Cao Shan was just a handsome but dangerous young man. For the sake of her future, the integrity and happiness of her family, this dangerous apple was best left uneaten; she should keep her distance. (

Chapter 4,

Sunday morning, April 13th)

Cao Shan finally boarded the No. 4 bus after changing buses twice. He always loved taking the No. 1 and No. 4 buses, which traversed the heart of the country. He was crammed into the can-like carriage, his silly-looking suit already wrinkled. Several other people on the bus were dressed the same way. He always thought that wearing a suit on a bus was an incredibly stupid performance art. Suits should be dignified and elegant, while buses are casual and down-to-earth; how could the two be confused? But now he was doing just that performance art.

He looked out the window at the scenery: passing the bustling Xidan, passing the Telegraph Building where the solemn bell rang ten times, passing the dignified Xihua Gate, passing the awe-inspiring Tiananmen Square. He thought to himself, "Damn, this is Beijing!"

Entering Zhongshan Park, he found the job fair. Seeing the venue, which had an even higher population density than Xidan, Cao Shan felt despair once again.

He handed out ten resumes like someone handing out flyers, like a real estate agent handing out flyers in the middle of the road, aiming to complete the task, even though printing them cost him enough for a hearty lunch.

The only company that caught his attention was an advertising company called something like "Prosperous Era," a name that was incredibly tacky, but their advertising product was the Beijing Yellow Pages that Haibo and Qu Yan were working on. Cao Shan thought that if it was true, then working together would probably help them get started faster. So he squeezed in and chatted with the hiring manager for a bit, but seeing that the manager wasn't interested, he gave up.

Cao Shan dejectedly walked out with his head down, when suddenly his head bumped into a soft wall. Looking up, he realized he had bumped into a woman. He quickly said, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? It was my fault, I'm so sorry."

The woman was tall, wearing a dark, well-fitting business suit, with short, neat hair. She looked to be under 30, with large eyes. Although not a stunning beauty, she had a very feminine charm. The woman was about to lash out when she saw Cao Shan and smiled, asking, "It's alright, what's up? Are you here for a job interview?"

"Oh, yes, I just graduated from university," Cao Shan replied with a smile, seeing the woman's friendliness.

The woman crossed her arms, sized him up, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Cao Shan," Cao Shan replied, puzzled as to why the woman was asking him these questions.

"What did you study?" the woman continued, seemingly very interested in him.

"Computer design, of course, the job market is tough right now, and I don't necessarily have to work in my field," Cao Shan secretly felt a stroke of luck.

"Give me your phone number, did you submit your resume to Panhai Shengshi?" the woman smiled at him again.

"Oh, it seems you applied?" Just as he was about to ask where the woman's phone number was written, she extended her hand. Cao Shan, without hesitation, wrote his number on her hand. The woman's hand was beautiful, long and soft.

"I hope to see you again," the woman said gracefully before leaving.

Cao Shan stood there, stunned, thinking that although this woman was a bit older, she had a good temperament, appearance, and figure. Most importantly, she was very tall, easily over 1.7 meters. Could he be having a lucky encounter? He turned back to look at the woman's back. She was wearing high heels, her round buttocks swaying slightly as she walked. Her legs, encased in stockings under her skirt, were somewhat thick and round, but very sexy. Just then, the woman suddenly turned around, their eyes met, and they quickly looked away.

This day was a mixed bag for Cao Shan. Like last time, going to the job fair was practically pointless; the chances of finding a job were extremely slim. On the other hand, he had unexpectedly encountered a woman with a refined air, which wasn't bad at all.

But for the whole world, this day was a sudden and momentous one. The United States suffered its first terrorist attack on its own soil; terrorist planes crashed into the World Trade Center, turning paradise into hell in an instant. The whole world worried whether World War III was imminent!

After a weekend of being bombarded with news that left his head throbbing, Cao Shan received a call on Monday morning, asking him to come for a job interview.

Sitting on the bus, everyone was talking about 9/11, and photos of the World Trade Center collapsing with thick smoke were on the front pages of major newspapers. Cao Shan's attitude towards this was: What does it have to do with me! Finding a job and earning a living was the most important thing.

After sitting on the bus for over an hour, despite it being autumn, the suit jacket still made him feel sticky.

Cao Shan took off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm, unbuttoned the top button of his white shirt, and loosened his narrow black tie. He found the address he remembered at Panhai Shengshi Advertising Company.

The company was located on the top floor of an inconspicuous, low-end office building. The receptionist, dressed in a navy blue business suit and sporting a medium-length Sassoon hairstyle, was busy at work and looked quite sophisticated.

"Hello, I'm here for an interview," Cao Shan politely inquired.

"Oh, what position are you interviewing for?" The girl, engrossed in filling out forms or something else, seemed very busy and didn't even look up at Cao Shan, asking abruptly.

"I...I don't know, they just called and told me to come," Cao Shan said awkwardly, scratching his head.

At this point, the receptionist finally looked up, staring at Cao Shan with surprise. "Who told you to come? You're looking for a job and you don't even ask about the position?" Cao Shan also noticed that the girl was quite pretty. Cao Shan felt embarrassed; he had been so excited about receiving the call that he hadn't remembered the address until the other party reminded him. "Design or...I don't know, what are you interviewing for today?" The receptionist was amused and exasperated by Cao Shan's antics

.

"I've never seen anyone like you. We're not short-staffed in the design department right now, we're hiring salespeople. Let me take you there

. Oh, and fill out a form." "I have one," Cao Shan reached into his bag, but the receptionist stopped him. "It's no use, everyone here has to fill out a standard form. Come with me."

Perhaps Cao Shan's shyness made the girl less hesitant, and she led him to the meeting room. Cao Shan walked behind her. This girl was over 1.7 meters tall, wearing high heels, with a standard height of at least 165 or 168 cm. Her small bottom was quite tight in her skirt, and her legs were long, straight, and beautiful.

Once inside the meeting room, Cao Shan realized it wasn't the interview he had imagined. There were at least 20 people in the room, mostly men and women, who looked like they were from the countryside, just ordinary laborers. They were not only unsophisticated in appearance but also dressed in unfashionable clothes. Without exception, the suits were all wrinkled, especially the ties, which looked like they cost ten yuan each—poor quality and extremely tasteless. Cao Shan felt a sudden surge of superiority.

People were called to the office across the street one by one, then either returned to wait or left immediately. Cao Shan thought, "So coming for an interview doesn't guarantee a job."

After waiting for over an hour, Cao Shan was getting sleepy. His lack of work had disrupted his sleep schedule, and he'd gotten up too early today. In his drowsy state, he heard his name called. Cao Shan instantly woke up.

He entered the office and was led to a sofa. Opposite him sat two people: a handsome, capable middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and a slicked-back hairstyle, and the woman he'd met at the job fair.

"Hello, my name is Cao Shan. I'm 21 years old and just graduated from university with a degree in computer design. I have no work experience, so please give me your guidance." Seeing the woman sitting upright, Cao Shan judged that the man must be her boss. Since the woman didn't show anything, he didn't need to act like he was meeting an acquaintance, after all, they had only met once.

"What a handsome young man," the slick-back-haired man muttered to the woman before extending his hand. "Hello, my name is Jeff, the general manager of this company. It's a pleasure to meet you. This is our business manager, Christie."

Cao Shan quickly shook hands with Jeff and then Christie, exchanging pleasantries. "Oh, nice to meet you."

Jeff didn't discuss work-related matters but instead asked, "Cao Shan, oh, by the way, let me explain. I'm an American of Chinese descent. Everyone in the company has an English name. What's yours?" Cao Shan

hadn't thought of that and gave an awkward smile, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Jeff, I don't have an English name.

My name is Cao Shan. How about calling me Mountain?" As soon as he finished speaking, Jeff shrugged, looking quite dissatisfied. Cao Shan quickly corrected himself, "Oh, maybe that name is too strong. Then I'll just transliterate it and call you Shine."

Jeff nodded and said, "Okay, Shine, what's the biggest news that's shocked you these past few days?" Jeff spread his hands, waiting for his answer.

“Oh,” Cao Shan said, “For me, the most important thing is waiting for your notification, and the second most important thing is 9/11.”

“Oh? You think 9/11 isn’t as important as our interview notification? You know, this was the first time the United States suffered a terrorist attack on its own soil, and how many people were injured or killed?” Jeff asked, somewhat incredulously.

“For the whole world, 9/11 might be the biggest news, but for me, it’s definitely not as important as your interview notification. Survival is more important than anything else,” Cao Shan said sincerely.

Jeff nodded thoughtfully. At this moment, Christie asked with a smile, “Did you learn about our advertising medium in the meeting room just now?”

Cao Shan said, “Yes, Beijing Yellow Pages.” He thought, I already know about your company’s stuff; two of my classmates are with you. But before figuring out the enemy’s tactics, it’s best not to expose yourself.

Christie asked, "So let me ask you, will 9/11 affect our Yellow Pages?"

Cao Shan thought for a moment and said, "Maybe. Industries like rescue and fire services might use this as an opportunity to advertise, but for most businesses, it will probably have some impact. 9/11 taught us that the more exposed you are, the more likely you are to become a target."

"Oh?" Christie thought his perspective was quite insightful, realizing that the Cao Shan speaking so eloquently was not the same person as the flustered young man who had bumped into her that day. "Then tell me, how do we turn this situation around? How do we persuade our clients?"

Cao Shan chuckled at her question and said, "Ms. Christie, do you think your website has such a big impact on the daily lives of Chinese people? I think most clients are more concerned about their advertising returns, right?"

Hearing Cao Shan's words, Christie felt intimidated, inwardly chuckling, "You little brat, just wait till I get my hands on you!" She then turned to Jeff with a smile and asked, "Jeff, is there anything else?"

Jeff smiled and said, "Oh, no, no problem, Shine. In the company, everyone can just call each other by their English names; there's no need for 'Mr.' or 'Ms.' Hmm..." He paused for a moment and said, "Our salary here is a base salary of 800 plus 30% commission on advertising. The base salary is tiered; your department head will explain it to you later. We welcome you, but of course, it's a two-way selection process. You can go to the meeting room to wait for us to further assign you to your department, or go home. Okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Jeff, thank you, Christie!"

Cao Shan left the office, overjoyed. He hadn't expected the interview to go so smoothly; from now on, he wouldn't be idle!

Next came the department assignments. There were six business departments in total, and Cao Shan was assigned to Department 3. Seeing the photos of the department's sales staff on the wall, his eyes lit up—he hadn't expected to be assigned to the same department as Qu Yan.

The department manager was a young man from Northeast China with a buzz cut, who looked like he had served in the military, and spoke with great efficiency. He first introduced the company to Cao Shan, then said, "Welcome to Beijing Yellow Pages. I'm your manager, Bob. Working here is simple in some ways, and complicated in others. You start work at 9:30 every morning. First, make phone calls to schedule appointments with clients, whether it's to deliver books or to directly contact them about business intentions. Once you've successfully arranged an appointment, you can go out and make your own deals. Delivering books is generally easy to meet, but the chances of closing a deal are low. After all, our Yellow Pages are quite valuable, and there are far more people who want to get books than those who want to advertise. You need to consider this carefully. Our salary here is a base salary plus commission. The commission is 30% of the sales amount. Our smallest advertisement is 2700 yuan a year, and you'll earn 900 yuan for each one you bring in. A

small ad worth 4500 yuan will earn you 1500 yuan for each one you bring in, which isn't difficult. The base salary is tiered. It starts at 20,000 yuan in sales, then drops to 1500 yuan at 20,000 yuan, 2000 yuan at 40,000 yuan, and so on down to 600 yuan." "00 is 2500, 80000 is 3000. If you can reach 100,000 in turnover and accumulate it for 6 months, then you can sit here with me. For example, a cover is 600,000. If you can get a cover, then you will get a base salary of 5,000 per month, a commission of 30,000, and a department manager position. How about that?

Not bad, right?"

Bob's words filled Cao Shan with fighting spirit. It seems that making money in Beijing is easy. He nodded vigorously and said, "Yeah, there's hope."

"Huh? Looking at your resume, you and Qu Yan from our department went to the same school? Do you know each other?" Bob asked, holding Cao Shan's resume.

"Oh, we did go to the same school, but not the same major. How should I put it? We know each other, but we haven't talked much," Cao Shan gave a vague answer.

“Okay, then let Qu Yan mentor you. She’s very diligent and hardworking. That’s how it is in sales; you’re making money for the company, and you’re making money for yourself too. The company gives you such a high commission to motivate you. Laziness will ruin you, while diligence will bring you this.” Bob made a money-counting gesture as he spoke.

“I understand. Who would turn down money?” Cao Shan agreed readily.

“Alright, here’s the arrangement. Today, go home first and grab a book and our advertising price list. I’ll give you two copies. Keep one in your bag and memorize it thoroughly. Post the other on the wall to motivate yourself. Also, here are ten advertising contracts. Signing one in the first month will be the biggest victory. Starting tomorrow, you’ll officially begin work. You’ll start by working with Qu Yan and learning from her. Okay? See you tomorrow.” After saying that, Bob extended his hand and shook Cao Shan’s hand.

Leaving the company, Cao Shan felt a mix of emotions. He was happy to have found a job; he was anxious about how his future work would go; and he felt a little reluctant to end his unemployment. He was about to live a life of early mornings and late nights, no longer able to get up late, watch porn, masturbate, play the piano, go for a walk, come back and have sex with Jianguo and Haibo, and then fantasize about Qu Yan at night. His good days were over…

Qu Yan had just finished meeting a client when she received a call from Bob.

“Hey, beautiful…” Bob’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“Bob, what’s up?” Qu Yan hated men calling her “beautiful.” First, she didn’t consider herself beautiful, and second, she felt the term was too intimate, even frivolous. Her work was quite good; she didn’t need to flatter anyone, and she knew that Bob wasn’t interested in her, a burly woman; he preferred the receptionist, Yang Fan.

“Oh, is that so?” Bob, having run into Qu Yan again, quickly changed his tone, saying, “Well, we have a new colleague in our department today. I think he’s an alumnus of yours, and I’d like you to mentor him.”

“Oh? What’s his name?” Qu Yan had a premonition.

“Cao Shan. He said he knows you, but not very well,” Bob said.

"Yes, we met at school. No problem, it's settled then. I'll mentor him starting tomorrow. Okay, goodbye." After hanging up, Qu Yan suddenly realized her face was flushed. She never expected Cao Shan to join her company, and even be in the same department, becoming her junior colleague. She wanted to call Cao Shan to congratulate him, so she dialed his number, but deleted it as she pressed the answer button. Then she dialed Cui Haibo's number.

"Hey, Haibo, did your department assign new people today? Haha, I didn't expect Cao Shan to go to the job fair on Sunday? He ended up at our company, and yes, he's in the same department as me. Yes, the three of us can start working together tomorrow. Hehe, I didn't call him. I just got a call from the manager and told you. I think you should congratulate him. Okay, honey, bye-bye. I'll be waiting for you at McDonald's near the company later."

Haibo later called Jianguo, and they agreed that Cao Shan should treat them.

As night deepened, near the market entrance next to them, at a roadside barbecue stall, Cao Shan, Jianguo, Haibo, and Qu Yan ate skewers, drank beer, and chatted.

"Hey, Jianguo, isn't it amazing? I just bumped into someone and somehow landed a job," Cao Shan said, tilting his head back to gulp down a beer, almost emptying the bottle.

"Damn, that woman probably took a liking to you and got you as her employee, right?" Jianguo laughed.

Haibo chimed in, "You mean Christie? Probably not. She's a tough character in the company; her face was as cold as ice when I interviewed her."

"Well, you just aren't charming enough. Look at Cao Shan, all dressed up, 100% British style, absolutely cool,"

Jianguo joked.

"I just don't understand what's so great about that woman. She's like a nine-headed bird in the sky, a Hubei native on the ground! I heard her family is from rural Hubei. You think Christie sounds fancy, right? Do you know what her real name is? Ke Si Di! I heard she's the third daughter in her family, and her parents wanted a boy, so they named her Si Di. But she thought that name was too rustic, so she named herself Shen Si, and even got an English name, Christie. You tell me, if she can change the name her parents gave her so carelessly, what can't she sell? Look, she's four or five years older than us, probably 25 or 26, right? I heard she doesn't have a boyfriend, and hangs out with Jeff all the time. Everyone knows their relationship isn't normal, and Jeff is married!" Haibo went on and on like a woman, clearly having a lot of opinions about Christie.

Qu Yan, also disapproving of her boyfriend gossiping like a grown man, quickly nudged him and said, "Alright, stop talking."

"Yeah, alright, alright, stop with the useless stuff. You two seniors, please teach me how to run a business, I know absolutely nothing about it," Cao Shan pleaded. He already knew about Christie's background.

"It's nothing much, just making phone calls and meeting clients," Hai Bo said nonchalantly.

Qu Yan, however, was very serious. "Actually, sales is the best training ground. You meet different people every day, and it's a complete stranger. You make a phone call and end up getting money from them for advertising. It's really difficult. Take it slow. As long as you work hard and can withstand setbacks, you'll definitely succeed." "

Withstand setbacks? Why do I need to suffer

setbacks?" Cao Shan asked, puzzled. Hai Bo took a bite of his meat skewer and teased, "Cao Shan, do you think your clients are all polite to you? Start by answering the phone. Make a hundred calls a day. If 90 of them curse you for being crazy or simply reject you coldly, be prepared."

The four of them mingled and drank under the dim light. They sat on simple benches by the roadside, the table already piled high with empty bottles. Qu Yan, so tall and wearing a business skirt, had her long, beautiful legs awkwardly crossed, adopting a ladylike posture. The migrant workers eating skewers nearby were all ravenous, their eyes constantly darting towards Qu Yan's long legs, making her incredibly embarrassed. Hai Bo, standing nearby, noticed this too, muttering curses under his breath, but seeing the muscular physiques of the migrant workers, he didn't dare to intervene.

Qu Yan's tall, slender figure, her long, snow-white, voluptuous legs, were not only a feast for the eyes of those lustful migrant workers, but also a pleasing sight for Cao Shan. Under the combined stimulation of alcohol and Qu Yan, his large penis was already throbbing painfully. He inadvertently noticed two men nearby drinking and stealing glances at Qu Yan's sexy body, occasionally chuckling and whispering. Cao Shan didn't care, grabbing his bottle and standing up abruptly, walking over to the two men. He plopped down opposite them.

"Brothers, out for a stroll tonight?" Cao Shan said with a smile.

"What's up, bro? What's up?" one of them said, clearly annoyed.

"Nothing, just looking at you two staring at our table. What are you looking at?" Cao Shan retorted, sticking his neck out.

One of them, seeing Cao Shan's thin frame and stubbornness, was about to get impatient. But the other stopped him, glancing sideways at Cao Shan, then leering at Qu Yan's long, white legs, and said, "I have nothing to say to you, but I have plenty to say to that woman." With that, the man burst into unrestrained laughter!

Cao Shan's temper flared instantly. He gripped the bottle tightly, ready to fight, but then he thought, "I can't be impulsive. I have to go to work tomorrow. I need to make this a small matter and not let things turn out badly." So he said, "Brothers, you have good eyesight. But that's my girlfriend. We're all men, and nobody wants their woman being stared at, right? I'm not here, so you two can look all you want, but I'm here. Could you please give me some face?"

One of them chuckled and said, "What if I don't give you face?"

Seeing that this guy was clearly trying to cause trouble, Cao Shan's anger immediately flared up, but he still managed to squeeze out a... With a smile, Cao Shan said, "No, you two are business owners at this market, aren't you? I'm a worker too, busy all day. We're just out having some skewers and drinks to cheer ourselves up. Why make things unpleasant? Look, I've said all the right things, but please, sit over there. This meal is on me. How about it?"

Before the two men could speak, Cao Shan turned to the owner and said, "Boss, move a table for these two gentlemen, and add four bottles of beer and 20 pieces of meat, it's on my tab." Then, he smiled obsequiously at the two migrant workers, "Please, sir, make yourselves at home?"

Seeing that Cao Shan had given them face and that they were getting a good deal, the two men grumbled and asked the owner to move the beer and skewers from their table to a table across the street.

When Cao Shan returned, Jian Guo complained to him, "Cao Shan, why are you still acting like you're in school? I really thought you were going to start a fight. Now that you're at work, you should tone it down."

Cao Shan took a sip of his drink and muttered under his breath, "I just don't want Qu Yan to be seen by them."

Qu Yan didn't say anything, but secretly gave Cao Shan a grateful look. Hai Bo, however, kept his head down, clearly displeased.

The four of them ate until after 10 p.m., and remembering they had to go to work the next day, they sang as they walked back.

Cao Shan had drunk a bit too much and went straight to bed. Hai Bo and Qu Yan tidied up, took showers, took off their clothes, got into bed, and turned off the lights. Qu Yan nestled against Hai Bo like a little bird, even though she was considerably taller than him. Qu Yan lifted one of her long legs and draped it over Hai Bo, reaching out to stroke him. The moonlight streamed through the window, making Qu Yan's already fair skin appear even more pristine and beautiful.

"Honey, are you sleepy again today?" Qu Yan said coquettishly.

Hai Bo, resting his head on his arm, completely ignored the teasing of the tall, alluring woman beside him, and said angrily with his eyes closed, "Just now, Cao Shan stood up for you. Did you think he was a real man and I was a coward?"

Qu Yan's snow-white thighs rubbed against Hai Bo's penis. If it were anyone else, they would have already pinned Qu Yan's sexy body down on the bed and fucked her hard. She was so damn tempting and sexy, but Hai Bo's penis was still twitching.

Qu Yan felt her boyfriend's shrunken penis and felt a little disappointed, but she still coaxed him, saying, "No... Cao Shan is indeed young and vigorous, but I prefer your calm and composed demeanor." Although she said that, Qu Yan was still reliving the scene of Cao Shan standing up for her. She was not only moved, but she was also more certain that Cao Shan liked her.

"Hmph, I think you like his youthful vigor! Several times, every time I see him, his penis is bulging. What does that mean?" Hai Bo's observation skills were quite good.

"What are you saying? You said we graduated penniless, living in this shabby place, working ourselves to the bone every day, and barely making any money. Did I say anything? Since I'm with you, I'm sticking with you. You've even closed a deal, so why are you so jealous of Cao Shan? Why? Can we move out? But with this little money, where can we live?" Hearing Hai Bo's petty remarks, his unsatisfied sexual desire combined with his inexplicable anger, Qu Yan started to cry.

"Hey, don't cry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay? I know you've had a hard time, I know I'm petty, okay? I love my darling the most, I know you only love me, I won't be jealous anymore, okay? Come here and give me a kiss."

Seeing Hai Bo coaxing her, Qu Yan smiled through her tears. "Ugh, what's the use of a kiss? I'm all soft down there."

"Wait until tomorrow. I'll just clock in at work and come right back. I'll conserve my energy and take good care of you tonight." Haibo said confidently, holding the tall, strong, and fair-skinned Qu Yan.

"Ugh, who asked you to take care of me? Let's sleep, hold me..." Qu Yan coaxed Haibo, snuggling into his arms. But the moment she closed her eyes, Cao Shan's image flashed through her mind again. She frowned inwardly, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth. She wondered if she had been more proactive and pursued Cao Shan back then. Would she have succeeded? Then she might be holding Cao Shan's thin arms now, or sitting on him, her lower body filled with his thick, long, and hard member, making her moan with satisfaction. Thinking of this, Qu Yan couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in her lower body.

She sighed softly. There were no "what ifs" in life. Zhang Ning was prettier, slimmer, had a better figure, and a better temperament than her. Why would Cao Shan have fallen for her? He was just desperate for women now, even Christie was infatuated with him and hired to the company. He would never lack women. And she, so strong, not pretty, taller than a man, a head taller than him—it was all too disproportionate. Cao Shan would never like her. Qu Yan glanced silently at Hai Bo, who was already asleep beside her, and felt another wave of guilt. She thought, "I'll give my life to this man, absolutely."

Qu Yan tightly gripped the blanket with her long, white legs, holding her boyfriend's limp penis in her hand, and helplessly fell asleep. Outside the window, the crescent moon hung in the sky, illuminating the earth with a bright light. The soft moonlight shone on Qu Yan's bare buttocks, making them look like a silver basin—absolutely beautiful.

Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the streets, frozen corpses lie. In Beijing, this city of extravagance and debauchery, Cao Shan, Qu Yan, Hai Bo, and Jianguo slept in a dilapidated rented room, while Shen Si lay naked in the bedroom of a high-end apartment on the edge of the Third Ring Road—Jeff's home. Jeff's wife had returned to the United States, and his home had become their haven for an affair. Shen Si didn't want to make love to a man in this bedroom that didn't belong to her, yet she loved the warmth of home here. Having lived alone in Beijing for many years, she desperately craved this feeling.

That evening, the two had a candlelight dinner, drank red wine, and everything was romantic and cozy. Next came the final act that the man most desired: he was taking a shower, while Shen Si had already finished and was naked in bed waiting for him.

Shen Si was 26 years old, 1.73 meters tall, and had a beautiful face. Three years ago, she joined this company and was noticed by Jeff. At the time, she had a boyfriend, a classmate. Under Jeff's persistent persuasion, the lure of money and a high-quality lifestyle, she couldn't resist and succumbed to him during a business trip. At first, they were secretive, but gradually the news spread throughout the company. One time, her boyfriend came to see her and overheard gossipy colleagues talking behind her back about her affair with Jeff. They had a huge fight, and later, when she was caught cheating on Jeff with him in a hotel, her boyfriend caught her in bed, causing her to lose the love that was etched in her memory .

Her ex-boyfriend was a lot like Cao Shan, both handsome and somewhat rebellious, her favorite type.

As Shen Si was thinking, Jeff came out of the bathroom, lifted the covers, and slipped into Shen Si's bed, embracing her fair and slender body.

"Baby, I've missed you so much." Jeff pressed down on Shen Si's soft body, his hands grasping her firm, though not full, breasts, kneading them wantonly.

"Mmm...mmm...don't be so hasty, okay, mmm..." Shen Si pleaded, gently pushing him away, but he only held her tighter.

"How could I not be impatient? I've missed you so much. Come on, let me see if your little mouth down there is craving it," Jeff said, his tongue curling and kissing every inch of Shen Si's skin from top to bottom, from her slightly raised breasts to her smooth abdomen, gliding over the lush mounds of her vulva, and probing into the valley between her legs.

Shen Si felt a tingling sensation all over her body from the licking, and couldn't help but moan. Every time, Jeff would lick her cunt until it was wet before he would go any further. A graduate of a prestigious university, with an elegant temperament and conservative personality, she was always uncomfortable with men touching her private parts so intimately. She felt ashamed, and besides, she didn't think her cunt was pretty. Back in school, when she saw her female classmates' pink and bright labia while showering, she was filled with envy. But her own labia were not only large, but also bulging out like a piece of intestine at the entrance, extremely ugly. Her female classmates used to joke that she had rich sexual experience, but Shen Si's rotten cunt was something she was born with, and she felt ashamed and had no way to defend herself.

"No, stop licking, ah..." Shen Si felt Jeff's wet tongue licking her labia, itchy and numb. Although she and Jeff had been intimate for a long time, Shen Si always felt uncomfortable when he licked her genitals. At first, she worried that Jeff wouldn't like her filthy vulva, but unexpectedly, he seemed to like it. The main reason was that Shen Si was a rather traditional woman. When it came to sex, she was pinned down by a man, their genitals intertwined. She really couldn't handle this kind of thing.

Jeff seemed to have a special fondness for Shen Si's vulva. He straightened his tongue and probed between Shen Si's labia, teasing her with the tip of his tongue, while panting and saying softly, "Baby, let me taste it, it's so horny, so strong. I'll lick it wet so it'll feel better when I penetrate you."

Shen Si could only try to enjoy the unsatisfied, empty, and tingling feeling in her genitals. She looked down at Jeff, who was nestled between her legs. This man had completely lost his charisma and nonchalance he displayed at the company; he was now like a lewd pervert, greedily licking her genitals. Jeff was skilled with his oral sex, inserting his tongue and even using his nose to nudge her clitoris, bringing her to orgasm. But Shen Si didn't like it.

Jeff was truly lewd and dedicated, licking until Shen Si gasped repeatedly. Her two slightly thick, white legs were already draped over Jeff's shoulders, tightly gripping his head. Her long, beautiful hands were rummaging through his thick hair, caressing it haphazardly, until Shen Si's body went limp, and her lower body overflowed with lustful fluids like a burst dam. Only then did he smile, his mouth wet with Shen Si's fluids, and slowly climb up, pinning her beneath him.

Jeff cupped Shen Si's delicate face and kissed her deeply. The moment his tongue slipped into her lips, his hard penis was enveloped by Shen Si's thick, fleshy labia, penetrating her wet and beautiful cave.

Jeff held the tall, fair-skinned Shen Si tightly, rhythmically thrusting his hips. He loved Shen Si's cunt; even when he withdrew, her plump labia still enveloped his penis tightly, which felt wonderful.

"Ah...ah...ah..." As Jeff's thrusting speed increased, Shen Si felt the hard object rubbing against her sensitive walls, creating endless pleasure, causing her to moan involuntarily. Jeff, however, was more satisfied with conquering this intelligent beauty.

"Is it good, baby? How am I?" Jeff asked with interest as he vigorously pounded into Shen Si beneath him.

"Mmm, mmm, great, great." Shen Si answered absentmindedly, waves of pleasure surging through her lower body as she wrapped her two snow-white legs around the man's waist, her broad buttocks thrusting upwards in response to his movements.

"Want to go faster?" Jeff was satisfied with Shen Si's answer and continued to ask.

"Mmm, mmm," Shen Si didn't want to answer, only wanting to savor this hard-won, lovemaking, like the legendary lovers separated by the Milky Way.

Jeff's thrusts became more forceful and faster, making Shen Si increasingly wanton.

"Ah, ah, ah, harder, good, good, so good, mmm, so good." Shen Si tightly embraced the man pressing her down, enjoying the wonderful pleasure he brought her, radiating from her lower body throughout her entire body.

"Baby, you're so beautiful, so tight, fuck, fuck you to death!" Jeff fucked Shen Si while looking at this highly educated, intelligent, elegant woman he had conquered.

"Mmm, mmm, ah, ah, let me have a bite, just a bite, okay?" Shen Si cried out absentmindedly. Jeff knew she really wanted to suck his penis.

Jeff didn't like women giving him oral sex, and Shen Si couldn't understand why she was so fond of men's penises, always wanting to put them in her mouth. She thought about it carefully; it might have stemmed from when she was a sophomore in college. A more open-minded girl in her dorm brought her a European and American pornographic magazine. She was too embarrassed to look at it, but the muscular man on the cover made her breasts pound. The European and American male model not only had a fit body, but his penis was also a full 16 centimeters long. Shen Si had always been a good student, the type who was the class monitor or academic representative, and had never seen a man's penis before. The cover of this magazine was too stimulating for her. Shen Si couldn't even think of any adjectives to help her remember it. Just then, one of her roommates said, "Wow, it looks like a big sausage."

This sentence was deeply imprinted in Shen Si's mind. She remembered that she couldn't help but lick her lips at the time, and her roommate laughed at her for a long time. From then on, Shen Si imagined all men's penises to be as delicious as sausages. Later, when she got a boyfriend, she nervously took his thick, hard penis into her mouth for the first time. Although it didn't taste like sausages, it gave her immense satisfaction. Shen Si remembered the moment that thick, long penis was put into her mouth, a surge of heat welled up deep inside her vagina, followed by a tremendous, convulsing excitement in her lower body.

After that, every time she gave her boyfriend a blowjob, she experienced immense pleasure.

Jeff, though he'd shoved his penis into Shen Si's cunt countless times, had never put it in her mouth. Jeff's wife was named Wang Yimei, sharing not only the same name as the volleyball star Wang Yimei, but also the same height and appearance—1.9 meters tall, strong, and not pretty. Jeff inevitably cheated on his wife, and once she caught him. When they got home, she forced him to have sex. Wang Yimei took her husband's penis, which had been inside another woman, into her mouth and bit down hard… Goodness, it took months to recover. Once bitten, twice shy. He learned his lesson; from then on, Jeff never let a woman give him oral sex again.

At this moment, Jeff and Shen Si, entwined in passion, were nearing their climax. They held each other tightly, kissing passionately. Jeff's bronze, muscular body overlapped with Shen Si's soft, white body, like cream and chocolate ice cream stuck together. Jeff's crotch was like it had an electric donkey attached, thrusting rapidly and loudly, making Shen Si scream. Completely forgetting they were in someone else's house, having an affair with the husband while the wife was away.

Jeff thrust hard, and Shen Si thrust back, both screaming ecstatically, their bodies trembling as they reached their climax. Jeff was vigorous and satisfied her, but she wasn't entirely satisfied with his size; her ex-boyfriend was much bigger. This was Shen Si's only complaint about Jeff.

Jeff rolled over onto the bed, and Shen Si sat up, grabbed some tissues, first wiping away the semen and vaginal fluid that had leaked from her vagina, then wiping Jeff clean. Jeff didn't like condoms and preferred internal ejaculation, so Shen Si let him be, always using birth control pills. There had been no accidents, and Jeff and his wife had never had children.

Afterwards, Jeff lit a cigarette and casually asked, "I heard you were the one who got Cao Shan hired?"

"No way... he was hired at a job fair," Shen Si explained, snuggling close to Jeff.

"He does resemble your ex-boyfriend a bit. But you have to separate work from personal feelings, I don't need to elaborate. If he really isn't good enough, I won't keep him because of you."

"I know, he's just a kid, why are you so worried? Okay, sweetheart, let's sleep."

"Okay, baby, I love sleeping with you. My wife is tall and strong, like a man, I just don't find her interesting."

Jeff cuddled his lover Shen Si and they fell asleep in their bedroom. His wedding photo with his wife, Wang Yimei, still hung in the room. Lying in Jeff's arms, Shen Si inadvertently saw their wedding photo. She didn't feel disappointed; instead, she found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh every time she saw it.

Jeff's wife shares the same name as volleyball star Wang Yimei. Not only the name, but their figures and appearances are almost identical—both are tall, strong women, standing at 1.9 meters. Jeff, at less than 1.8 meters, is a typical handsome middle-aged man, but his wife is so strong and unattractive; I'd seen her once before, and their proportions were extremely disproportionate.

And this wedding photo, although Wang Yimei dressed up carefully, looks like two old men taking a comical wedding photo.

Shen Si thought of Cao Shan, whom she had met for the second time today. For some reason, the little brat she mentioned kept coming back to her mind. Was it because he really resembled her ex-boyfriend? Perhaps.

Chapter 5

At 6:30, as the sky began to lighten, Cao Shan, Qu Yan, and Hai Bo boarded the bus into the city, bathed in the morning sun. Qu Yan and Hai Bo were used to getting up early. Since it was the starting point, they both had seats, chatting idly from time to time, occasionally showing affection. Along the way, many pedestrians cast surprised or lewd glances at the tall Qu Yan, but she seemed unconcerned.

On the other hand, this was Cao Shan's first official day at work. Yesterday, Qu Yan and Hai Bo had explained some sales processes and client-building techniques, but for him, it was all theoretical. Today was the real test. Cao Shan was filled with trepidation and unease, even hoping the bus would never stop, never reach its destination.

After two transfers, the three of them finally arrived at the company. Qu Yan and Hai Bo suggested buying breakfast, which Cao Shan knew was to avoid them coming into the company together and causing unnecessary trouble.

After entering the department office and clocking in, Bob strolled over, patted Cao Shan on the shoulder, and said, "How was it? Today it's time for real work."

Cao Shan looked up at the manager and forced a smile, saying, "Manager, I did alright yesterday. I marked some things, and I'll try making some calls."

"Good, do a good job. Ask me if you don't understand anything." Bob then patted Cao Shan on the shoulder again as encouragement before strolling back to his own office area.

The following morning was a nightmare for Cao Shan. Qu Yan arrived shortly after, along with several other colleagues from the department. They had all made appointments with clients the day before; some were preparing, others were making calls to confirm, and then they all headed out.

But Cao Shan wasn't having it so easy. Making phone calls is the first step in sales, and also the hardest hurdle. After making five or six calls, Cao Shan couldn't take it anymore. These guys were either politely but coldly replying, "Thank you, we don't need it." Some hung up immediately, and some, probably after being harassed a few times, launched into a tirade of abuse. Cao Shan couldn't stand it! He grabbed the phone, ready to argue back, and asked Bob to hang up.

"What? You want to fight someone on the phone?" Bob said bluntly. He had been observing Cao Shan the whole time, and experience told him that this handsome young man wasn't cut out for sales; he was straightforward and wouldn't mince words.

Seeing Cao Shan's distress, Qu Yan, who was about to go out to meet a client, quickly came over and said to Bob, "Bob, didn't you say you wanted me to mentor this new guy? I happen to have an appointment with a client; I'll take him out."

Bob waved his hand, "No need, you go by yourself. We need to give the new guy a brief training session, then train him tomorrow. He has to pass the phone-calling hurdle. Cao Shan, you stay here and make calls, take our Yellow Pages, and call them one by one!"

Reluctantly, Cao Shan had to obey his manager's orders, making calls one by one. He didn't get a single appointment all morning, gaining little experience and his confidence completely shattered.

At lunchtime, Cao Shan groggily made his way downstairs, strolling slowly. Suddenly, someone gently tapped him on the shoulder. Cao Shan turned around and saw Yang Fan.

"What's wrong? Why are you so dejected?" Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Nothing, I've been making calls all morning, I'm about to throw up," Cao Shan said, glancing at Yang Fan. Yang Fan wasn't a stunning beauty, but she was still quite pretty. Although her nose was a bit large, her eyes were beautiful—classic almond-shaped eyes with large, sparkling pupils. Her short, student-style haircut further accentuated her youthful charm.

“Yeah, it’s tough for you sales people, almost every month someone leaves.” Yang Fan said playfully, kicking her feet as she walked, her hands behind her back.

“Yeah, right, I chose the wrong career.” Cao Shan’s mood didn’t improve much from seeing the pretty girl.

“Okay, stop thinking about it, it’s break time now, want to eat lunch?” Yang Fan asked.

“Sure, where to eat?” Cao Shan finally realized his stomach was rumbling.

“Let’s go to that little restaurant over there, I often eat there.” Yang Fan said.

The two chatted as they walked. Cao Shan learned that Yang Fan was the same age as him, had just graduated, and had found a job as a receptionist. Yang Fan was from Beijing and had taken this job purely to gain experience, with no pressure, just doing it for fun. This was something Cao Shan, who was spending less and less money, envied.

When they arrived at the little restaurant, Cao Shan and Yang Fan sat facing each other at the table, just about to order, when they heard a loud voice with a Northeastern accent shouting as it entered. "Oh my god, what are you two doing together? Come on, count me in!" Cao Shan turned around and saw Bob. He was having dinner with his boss. Cao Shan felt a little awkward, but Yang Fan seemed even more disgusted, frowning reluctantly.

"Little sister, why didn't you invite me to lunch? Did you come to see some handsome guy?" Bob, speaking with a thick Northeastern accent and mimicking Beijing dialect, patted Cao Shan's shoulder a few times. Cao Shan had no choice but to move over, and Bob plopped down in the middle of the table, squeezing Cao Shan against the wall.

"Lu Hailong, watch your mouth! Who's your little sister?" Yang Fan said irritably. Cao Shan realized Bob's name was Lu Hailong—a typical rural Northeastern name.

"Hey little sister, why can't you be nicer to your brother? Do you know how much I love you?" Lu Hailong liked Yang Fan, but Yang Fan disliked him—uncultured, tasteless, and lacking manners, he'd only managed a few big deals and become a sales manager through sheer bravado, and now he thought he was a big shot.

"Lu Hailong, you!!" Seeing Lu Hailong's relentless pursuit, Yang Fan was furious, but there was nothing he could do about this shameless scoundrel. Seeing Cao Shan engrossed in his phone, he asked, "Cao Shan, what are you playing? Snake?"

Cao Shan glanced up at Yang Fan and replied, "Ah, Snake. Oops, I died." He then regretfully placed his phone on the table.

"What score?" Yang Fan also enjoyed playing Snake.

"860," Cao Shan said casually.

"Hey? Is this a 5510?" Yang Fan was intrigued by Cao Shan's phone and picked it up to play with it.

"Oh, a 5510i, it supports Chinese SMS." Cao Shan said casually, watching Yang Fan tap on the phone.

"Huh? Who's this? Big butt, thick legs, ha, you like this type?" Yang Fan flipped through Cao Shan's phonebook, saw Qu Yan's number, and laughed as if he had discovered a new continent.

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Cao Shan blushed and quickly snatched the phone, stuffing it into his pocket.

Seeing Cao Shan's strong reaction, Yang Fan realized he'd gone too far and quickly whispered, "Cao Shan, I'm sorry."

Lu Hailong hurriedly pulled out his phone, the same as Hou Jianguo's, a 388c, and handed it to Yang Fan, saying, "Here, little sister, play with your brother's... phone. Touchscreen!"

"Who wants to play with your crappy thing? Only a fool uses a Motorola," Yang Fan still didn't give Lu Hailong a friendly look, but still looked at Cao Shan with a guilty expression. This made Lu Hailong quite embarrassed.

The food arrived, and after only a few bites, Lu Hailong started rambling. He talked about how amazing he was in sales, closing big deals in less than six months, how it required not only hard work but also a sharp mind, etc. It was all self-indulgent, because Cao Shan and Yang Fan had absolutely no interest in such things. Lu Hailong was about the same age as Shen Si, and compared to Cao Shan and Yang Fan, there was a generation gap.

Lu Hailong boasted for a long time but didn't see any reaction from the two of them, leaving him feeling rather awkward. But salespeople are known for their quick wit, sharp minds, and strong sense of pride and competitiveness. Seeing Cao Shan and Yang Fan playing on their phones together, he thought, "Yang Fan has been shamelessly pursuing me for over two months without ever giving me a kind look, while Cao Shan, who's only been here a day, seems to be getting along quite well." He couldn't stand it. He adopted a superior's air and said to Cao Shan, who was eating, "Cao Shan, I don't think you're suited for sales. You're unwilling to work hard, and you're not very bright. You need more training. So, don't make any phone calls this afternoon. Go door-to-door. I don't expect much from you. Just give me 30 business cards tomorrow."

"Okay," Cao Shan mumbled in agreement, then asked, "Manager, what does door-to-door sales mean?"

"Hahaha, damn, you don't know anything? You don't even know what door-to-door sales is?" Lu Hailong seized the opportunity and laughed wildly, saying, "Kid! Door-to-door sales means you go to any office building and sell to me door-to-door, understand? First, it will greatly improve your sales skills, and second, it will greatly train your resilience, understand? Kid, you're a salesman, not a rich kid!" Lu Hailong said this with a ferocious expression while eating, chewing his food in a disgusting way, and then poking the table with his chopsticks. Crack! The chopsticks broke.

Lu Hailong casually threw his chopsticks on the ground and yelled, "Boss, what kind of lousy chopsticks are these! Give me a new pair, how am I supposed to eat this?" As he said the word "rice," he accidentally spat out a few grains of rice, which landed right in Yang Fan's bowl. Yang Fan was already disgusted enough by his talking while chewing, and this only made her more annoyed. She angrily said, "Lu Hailong, aren't you disgusting?" She threw down ten yuan and walked away without looking back.

"Hey, little sister, I didn't mean to! Eat a couple more bites, or you'll get hungry!" she said, chasing after him without paying. Cao Shan had no choice but to eat a couple more bites and pay the bill.

Back in the office, Lu Hailong gave him six books and a box of blank business cards to fill in his name. Only salespeople who had passed their probationary period would have their own business cards; this was one of Cao Shan's initial goals.

He stuffed the handwritten business card into his pocket, slung his heavy backpack over his shoulder, and the thin, frail Cao Shan left the company with his head down. Looking at his reflection in the lobby mirror, he saw his disheveled self—his hair was messy, his cheap suit wrinkled, revealing its price, his eyes were lifeless, and he carried a large shoulder bag. Cao Shan was overcome with sadness, silently thinking, "You are the most pathetic person in this city."

He sat on the bus, aimlessly wandering around. Autumn is Beijing's most beautiful season, and the scenery was still bright and beautiful, but the unfinished tasks and the seemingly impossible work weighed heavily on his mind, making him excessively depressed. Back in his school days, he used to come to the city to play, visiting Tiananmen Square, Beihai Park, the Summer Palace, or going to Xidan, happy and carefree. But now, in Beijing, he felt utterly lost and disliked this feeling. He got off

the bus in a daze, saw an office building, and went inside, only to be stopped by security guards as soon as he entered the lobby.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, what are you doing here?" The security guard, speaking with an accent he couldn't quite place, was incredibly arrogant.

"I...I'm here to discuss business," Cao Shan stammered, not yet adept at lying on the spot.

"Which company are you looking for?" The guard seemed experienced, apparently intercepting countless door-to-door salespeople every day.

"I..." Cao Shan didn't know what to say.

The guard smiled smugly and said, "Door-to-door sales, huh? Let me tell you, door-to-door sales aren't allowed here, get out of here!" he said rudely.

"What's wrong with door-to-door sales? I earn my money through my own skills!" In his panic, Cao Shan blurted out a stupid statement. "

Get out of here, get out of here!!" The guard impatiently began shooing him away.

At this moment, a group of onlookers gathered in the lobby, all dressed neatly and smartly, including many handsome men and beautiful women, a stark contrast to Cao Shan's disheveled appearance. He had never been so humiliated in his life, being bossed around by a security guard who was also a migrant worker. Not only did the security guard look down on him, but the white-collar workers watching the commotion also wore expressions of disdain.

Cao Shan was still kicked out. Looking at Beijing's blue sky and refreshing breeze, he felt incredibly depressed. Sales—this was a job for someone with no shame!

He stood blankly on the roadside. After this setback, he didn't have the courage to go to any other office buildings. He wasn't afraid of hard work or effort, but he was afraid of being looked down upon, afraid of those contemptuous glances. Cao Shan was quite a figure in school, but entering the workforce brought such a huge contrast. He felt a despair, a deep-seated despair. This door-to-door canvassing made him feel that Beijing was so unlovable, even terrifying.

Cao Shan wondered where he was going to get those 30 business cards. If he couldn't hand them in by tomorrow, would Lu Hailong, who already disliked him, fire him? At this moment, Cao Shan not only had no clients, but he didn't even have many friends. Desperate, he dialed Hou Jianguo's number from the few numbers he had on his phone.

Jianguo's company was in a small office building, but there was a security guard at the door. After a brief inquiry, Cao Shan walked into the elevator with a straight face. This was Cao Shan's first time riding a box elevator. He was very envious of Hou Jianguo, who could ride the elevator every day.

Stepping out of the elevator, he found Jianguo's advertising company. "Hello, excuse me..." The receptionist, seeing his standard salesman attire and disheveled appearance, politely stopped him, but Cao Shan could still sense disdain in her expression.

"Hello, I'm looking for Hou Jianguo," Cao Shan said politely.

"Do you have an appointment?" The receptionist, busy with her own work, asked without looking up. " Yes, I do,

" Cao Shan replied respectfully, awaiting her reply. The receptionist was quite cute and pretty, not very tall, with a bit of baby fat, and beautiful, fair skin.

The receptionist made a phone call and then said to Cao Shan, "Hello, Manager Hou is waiting for you, please come in."

Cao Shan was momentarily confused. What manager? It sounded like he was meeting a big client. Before he could even enter, Hou Jianguo had already come out to greet him.

"Cao Shan, come in, come in," Jianguo greeted him politely, then said to the receptionist, "Xiao Xu, this is my friend, please bring in a cup of coffee later." He then led Cao Shan into the office area.

To his surprise, in just six months, Hou Jianguo had indeed become Manager Hou, a position equivalent to Bob Lu Hailong in their company. Not only did he manage several people, but even more impressively, Jianguo had his own office.

Cao Shan sat on the comfortable leather sofa in Jianguo's office. Immediately, the receptionist, Xiao Xu, entered with two cups of coffee, her smile radiant, a far cry from her previous coldness.

"Hello, please have some coffee," Xiao Xu said with a smile. Slightly plump and fair-skinned, Xiao Xu wore a dark business suit, which further accentuated her fair skin. Her round bottom was encased in her skirt, revealing her curves. Although her legs were short and thick, they exuded a cute charm. In short, this petite and voluptuous girl was quite adorable.

"Xiao Xu, this is my buddy, no need to be so polite, you can go ahead with your work." To Cao Shan's surprise, as Xiao Xu was leaving, Jianguo grinned and patted her round bottom. Xiao Xu didn't resist, but instead gave him a knowing look before closing the door and walking away.

As soon as Xiao Xu left, Cao Shan immediately asked, "What's going on? This is..." He pointed outside as he spoke.

Jianguo, with his legs crossed and hands behind his head, leaned comfortably back in his computer chair, swaying as he said, "Just a receptionist, just teasing her around."

"This chick's pretty good, quite fair-skinned, and has a big butt," Cao Shan said, winking.

"So-so, not bad looking, just a bit short and fat. You like big butts, I prefer small butts." After a brief evaluation, Jian Guo asked, "What's up, buddy? How's work? Why are you calling me?"

"Damn, how did you even get to where you are in sales? I'm going crazy. My manager made me go door-to-door, give him 30 business cards tomorrow, and I went to one office building and got kicked out as soon as I got to the lobby. It's inhuman work

." Cao Shan took a sip of coffee and complained. Jian Guo,

however, adopted a knowing tone and smiled, saying, "Sales is all about hard work. You're just starting out, and later when you're negotiating contracts and getting money from people, it takes even more brainpower, it's a real hassle. But your manager is pretty ruthless, who goes door-to-door these days? He's not messing with you, is he?"

"No, not at all," Cao Shan didn't want to tell Jian Guo about being bullied at work. Seeing how well Jian Guo was doing now, it would only make him look worse. Back in school, Cao Shan was better than Jian Guo in every way. Cao Shan then said, "Help me think of a solution."

"Easy," Jianguo said, picking up the phone and dialing the internal line. "Hey, Xiao Wang, ask our department's salespeople, Xiao Li and Xiao Sun, if they're not interested in finding clients, collect their unused business cards and send them to me. The more the merrier. Okay, coming right away."

A moment later, a young man dressed similarly to Cao Shan handed Jianguo three boxes of business cards.

Jianguo glanced at them, then handed them to Cao Shan, saying, "These should be about 200 or 300 cards. Use them sparingly; they should last you a week or ten days. But I advise you, even though these cards are useless to us, they might contain your potential clients. Tomorrow at work, make a call to confirm they're not needed before giving them to your manager. Remember, these business cards were painstakingly collected by my subordinates; don't waste them. They're resources."

Looking at Jianguo's arrogant leader-like demeanor, Cao Shan was somewhat displeased, but silently nodded.

Looking at his watch, it was almost 5:30. Jianguo and Cao Shan left the office. The two returned to their lodgings by car. Jianguo treated them, ordering two plates of fried noodles and a pile of meat skewers at a nearby Xinjiang restaurant.

"Jianguo, sales is too tough. I don't think I'm suited for it." Today was a huge blow to Cao Shan. He never imagined that others would treat him like he was nothing, and seeing Jianguo doing so well made him a little jealous.

"Sigh, don't be so discouraged. Nobody's start out with a smooth start. Sales is all about building relationships. Business is about getting people interested, but who gets the business depends on connections. Just treat it as making friends—fair-weather friends, friends who give you money." Jianguo was older than Cao Shan and had taken good care of him in school; now he was like an older brother, offering encouragement.

"I'm terrified of dealing with strangers; they're all so cold," Cao Shan said, looking down.

Jianguo laughed and said, "Building a client base is like playing Spider Solitaire. It's difficult at first, you can't figure it out, but as long as you persevere, it gets easier and easier. Once you've spread your network, you can just sit back and wait to reap the rewards. Now I contact my clients by phone whenever I have free time. If we're close, we go out for a meal, a bath, or some fun. Then the advertising and stuff will naturally come. In the end, it's about making friends. The more friends you have, the easier it is to get ahead."

Cao Shan took a sip of beer and smiled bitterly, saying, "Damn, I wish I could jump straight to where you are. Developing clients is so damn hard."

Jianguo also picked up his beer bottle and clinked it with Cao Shan's, saying, "Keep up the good work. Look at me, I basically don't have to worry about orders now, and I even have a public relations allowance. I eat and play with clients. That chubby girl at the front desk is just a treat for me, something to amuse me. The really good ones are the ones I go out with. Last week, she took me to see some models. Damn, those tall guys, it was so much fun."

Cao Shan didn't expect Jianguo, who came from the mountains, to be living such a comfortable life now, and couldn't help but ask. "Models are all pretty tall, right? About the same height as Qu Yan."

Jianguo chuckled when he heard Cao Shan say that. "Damn, who? Qu Yan? Don't be ridiculous. Qu Yan is so big and burly, while models have such petite figures, slim waists, and small butts, so attractive. Qu Yan is just a saleswoman; a woman that strong is destined for hardship. If she wants to enjoy life with her body, she doesn't have the assets." Jianguo had absolutely no feelings for Qu Yan. And rightly so, Qu Yan's type wasn't exactly a heartthrob; she was only popular with a select few, leaning towards the unconventional.

Cao Shan agreed with Jianguo; Qu Yan worked hard all day.

"Good luck to everyone," Cao Shan said heavily, downing his beer in one gulp.

While Cao Shan and Jianguo were chatting, Haibo and Qu Yan got off the bus. They saw Cao Shan and Jianguo but didn't greet them. They weren't in the same major or class at school, so they barely kept in touch. It was only after graduation, when they rented an apartment together, that their relationship became closer. Cao Shan and Jianguo are good buddies, so they naturally get along well, while Qu Yan and Hai Bo are boyfriend and girlfriend and also have their own little world.

Another reason was that on the bus home from get off work today, Haibo noticed that the short man sitting opposite him kept glancing at Qu Yan, and occasionally staring at his girlfriend's long, white legs. Qu Yan was so tall, with long legs and a large bust; she was incredibly sexy. Haibo was always disgusted by strangers' gazes that seemed to violate his girlfriend, but at the same time, he felt a strange sense of pleasure. Seeing that man drooling over Qu Yan's tall, sexy body and those long, thick, white legs, Haibo felt a surge of superiority. He could always have what others couldn't, and for someone living at the bottom of society, this feeling was enjoyable. Of course, he was also unusually in a good mood today. Although he wasn't very sexually capable, Qu Yan's body was incredibly alluring. Even though he always felt a bit weak when making love with her, he always felt a sense of unattainability towards her, making him unable to resist. Today, while Cao Shan was away, he wanted to hurry back and have a good time with Qu Yan.

As they went up the stairs, Qu Yan walked ahead, with Hai Bo supporting her waist and pushing her forward, casually touching her ample buttocks.

Qu Yan gently slapped Hai Bo's hand, playfully scolding, "What's wrong with you today? You seem a little too excited."

Hai Bo chuckled, took two steps forward, put his arm around Qu Yan's waist, and said with a smile, "I think you look especially beautiful today. So many men have been looking at you along the way."

Qu Yan pretended to be angry and hit his shoulder, saying, "You're so annoying! Do you want your wife to be stared at like that?"

Hai Bo, while still touching Qu Yan's buttocks, said, "Of course I don't want that, but seeing how eager those men are, practically drooling, they can only look. I can do whatever I want."

Qu Yan also laughed and put her arm around Hai Bo's shoulder, saying, "What else do you want?"

"You'll find out once we get inside." Hai Bo's voice changed with excitement.

If Qu Yan hadn't been so tall, Hai Bo would have carried her inside. Haibo kicked the door shut and impatiently grabbed Qu Yan, burying his face in her full breasts and kissing her passionately. He frantically pulled at her clothes, carrying her towards the bed.

"Oh, slow down! I'm taking off my heels, I almost twisted my ankle, slow down!" Qu Yan was a little taller than Haibo, but with the heels, Haibo's head was just above her chest when he bent down slightly. Haibo kissed Qu Yan's large breasts through her clothes, his hands gripping her wide, plump buttocks, as if practicing wrestling as he slammed her onto the bed. Qu Yan stumbled in her heels, and Haibo pinned her down on the bed.

"Qu Yan, come on, take off your clothes, let me fuck you! Quick, let me fuck you!" Haibo's eyes gleamed with excitement.

Not long after starting to live with Qu Yan, her tall, strong, and sexy figure still held a great attraction for Hai Bo. From the longing gazes of the men in the car, Hai Bo saw even more of Qu Yan's sexiness, which he had previously overlooked. She was so alluring, captivating men. Thinking of those lecherous men staring blankly, and seeing his girlfriend lying on the bed, ready to be penetrated, Hai Bo was extremely excited.

He unbuttoned Qu Yan's clothes, quickly ripped them open, and unhooked her bra. Qu Yan's snow-white breasts swayed before his eyes, making Qu Yan giggle. "Haibo, be gentle, you're tickling me.

Hey, what's the rush? I'm not going to run away."

"I can't wait any longer, I'm going to fuck you now! Fuck you! Let those bastards who were spying on you and taking advantage of you in the car go to hell, only I can fuck you, such a tall and fat body, so fucking sexy."

Haibo cursed as he pressed down on Qu Yan, greedily kissing his girlfriend's full, voluptuous breasts. The two swayed on the bed, their beautiful breasts bobbing along with them. Qu Yan lay on the bed, pinned down by Haibo. Seeing her boyfriend pounce on her like a hungry wolf, she felt excited. Usually, work was too tiring, and Haibo was always lacking in energy at night, plus he had to get up early the next day, so they didn't make love often. But today was different, like their first night together. Qu Yan's breasts were already numb and tingling from Haibo's kneading and kissing, and her lower body felt hot and wet, as if it were leaking fluid. Qu Yan held Haibo's head, rubbing his thick hair, letting out soft moans.

Hai Bo buried his head in Qu Yan's large breasts, feeling her hot breath on his face, which further aroused his desire. Hai Bo didn't bother to strip Qu Yan naked anymore; he lifted her skirt, pulling down her pantyhose and underwear along with it. Qu Yan's long legs, now without stockings, appeared even whiter and smoother. One of her long, slender feet was bare, the other holding stockings and underwear, dangling in the air. Qu Yan's plump breasts were exposed before him.

Excitedly, Hai Bo pulled down his pants, spread Qu Yan's thighs wide, and knelt close to her plump, white thighs, pulling out his penis. Although Hai Bo's penis was small, it was already hard. He rubbed it against Qu Yan's wet vaginal opening a few times, then smoothly inserted it.

"Ah..." Qu Yan felt her boyfriend's hard object inserted into her lower body. Although it wasn't very swollen, she was still incredibly excited. She gently stroked Hai Bo's arm, moaning softly, enjoying the pleasure her boyfriend brought her.

Haibo, carrying Qu Yan's thick, fleshy legs, huffed and puffed as he thrust into her. He watched as Qu Yan lay supine on the bed beneath him, her full breasts swaying, her long, white legs spread in an M-shape. He was thoroughly enjoying the sensual pleasure she so desired, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He couldn't help but bend down, grabbing Qu Yan's large breasts and kissing her passionately.

Qu Yan saw Haibo's face flushed with excitement and knew he was very satisfied with her body, which made her happy too. Seeing Haibo press down on her, she warmly embraced her boyfriend. Haibo was very strong; although Qu Yan preferred thin men, she also liked her boyfriend's muscular physique, enjoying the feeling of her fingers touching his taut muscles.

What Qu Yan found most unsatisfactory was Hai Bo's size. She had heard of women who could try all sorts of positions with their boyfriends, standing, squatting, you name it. Qu Yan didn't crave those things, but Hai Bo's small penis couldn't even satisfy the most basic needs of the tall and strong Qu Yan. When Hai Bo pressed down on her and kissed her, his penis would slip out a little. It wasn't deep to begin with, and now it was just randomly poking around the entrance, not only failing to relieve the itch but also making it itch more with each thrust. Qu Yan had to raise her large, fat buttocks higher and spread her legs wider. Although it was tiring, it allowed Hai Bo to penetrate deeper.

But even so, Qu Yan didn't enjoy it for long. She felt that Hai Bo's penis was unusually hard today. Although she knew it was because of the men who had been lecherously watching her on the street that had excited Hai Bo, the result was still good. "Ah, ah, husband, so good, ah, harder, faster, ah, ah..." A woman as tall and strong as Qu Yan must have a strong sex drive, even though she was conservative. Hai Bo's penis thrust faster and faster, bringing Qu Yan to the peak of her pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ah..." Hai Bo was also fucking her desperately. But just as the pleasure of her vaginal walls being rubbed by the penis and the other pleasure of her clitoris being pulled were gradually merging and pushed to the back of her mind, she suddenly felt Hai Bo thrust hard, and her pussy felt hot. The pleasure that Qu Yan was about to reach orgasm suddenly froze, like a roller coaster, falling from the peak to the trough. She thought to herself, "He came again."

A huge sense of disappointment accompanied Hai Bo as he pulled his penis out, rubbing against her most sensitive nerves, making Qu Yan spread her legs and involuntarily thrust her big buttocks forward a couple of times.

But this made Hai Bo misunderstand. He panted as he wiped his penis with a tissue, laughing as he said, "Wife, look at how hard you're moving down there, are you coming?"

Qu Yan was once again caught in a state of limbo, frustrated but unable to show it, forcing a smile and nodding slightly. She'd been with Hai Bo for months, but he'd never given her a satisfying time. This was Qu Yan's first man, and as a tall, sexy, voluptuous woman with a large bottom and thick thighs, she'd never experienced the pleasure and joy a man could bring her.

"Qu Yan, go to the pharmacy tomorrow and buy some birth control pills. I accidentally ejaculated inside you just now, you're so sexy!" Hai Bo said, pulling Qu Yan close and kissing her. Exhausted from the day's work and the recent intense lovemaking, he was covered in sweat and didn't even bother to shower, pulling the covers over himself and crawling into bed. Qu Yan stood helplessly on the floor, one leg braced against the edge of the bed, emptying her genitals, and took out a tissue to wipe herself. Hai Bo's penis wasn't big, but his ejaculation was quite large. Before Qu Yan could even finish, Hai Bo was already snoring.

Qu Yan threw the tissue on the ground in frustration. She could feel the flesh inside her little hole still throbbing with excitement, but her boyfriend's penis had shrunk into a worm-like shape. Helpless, she took off her clothes, changed into a nightgown, and prepared to take a shower.

Opening the door, she took a step and was startled, almost screaming. It was Cao Shan leaning against the wall by the door, having just drunk too much with Jianguo, staggering unsteadily. Seeing the drunken, pitiful Cao Shan, and remembering her recent lovemaking with Haibo, Qu Yan blushed. She hesitated, wondering whether to avoid him or call out to him, when suddenly, Cao Shan hugged her.

Cao Shan and Jianguo had been drinking and chatting, unknowingly becoming completely drunk. Jianguo went upstairs, turned a corner, and went into his room. Cao Shan staggered towards his room. Passing by Haibo and Qu Yan's door, Cao Shan heard the sounds of their bodies slapping together inside and Qu Yan's ecstatic moans. Since moving in, Cao Shan, besides masturbating to porn, had mostly fantasized about Qu Yan. Listening to the lewd sounds from the next room, Cao Shan felt both excited and regretful. He thought that if he hadn't chosen Zhang Ning, he would be the one riding on Qu Yan's tall and sexy body right now. Alcohol numbed his senses, and the sounds of the couple making love in the room captivated him. He unconsciously forgot to open the door. He listened drowsily, standing numbly against the door, and exhausted from the day, he eventually fell asleep.

Suddenly, Cao Shan heard Qu Yan's door open. He groggily opened his eyes, and Qu Yan was already standing in front of him in her pajamas. Bathed in moonlight, Qu Yan appeared before him like a goddess. The alluring, shy moans she had just uttered were hers, like a dream, and now she stood truly before Cao Shan. Perhaps it was the pent-up desire of too long, or perhaps the aphrodisiac effect of alcohol, but Cao Shan didn't know where the courage came from, and he suddenly embraced her.

The 1.78-meter-tall Qu Yan was embraced by Cao Shan, who, even with shoes, was only a little over 1.7 meters tall. Cao Shan's head rested gently on Qu Yan's shoulder, his face pressed against her heaving breasts, so soft, so sensual.

These past few days, Cao Shan had repeatedly overheard people spying on Qu Yan; her tall, muscular, and sexy body had become the entirety of his desire. Cao Shan didn't care about anything else; even if Hai Bo came out at this moment, discovered him embracing his girlfriend, and broke up with him, he didn't care.

Qu Yan, held tightly by Cao Shan, was even more bewildered. Hai Bo had aroused her, making her feel hot and itchy all over. She planned to go to the bathroom to take care of herself in the shower, but unexpectedly, Cao Shan grabbed her as soon as she stepped out. She froze, panicked, unsure what to do. She smelled the strong odor of alcohol on Cao Shan; he must have drunk quite a bit. Cao Shan's body was so thin and small, clinging to her like a child, so endearing. Qu Yan looked down at him; in the darkness, his sharply defined features appeared even more handsome—his favorite type. Even more alarming, Qu Yan could clearly feel Cao Shan's erection, pressing against her thigh, so hard and hot. Qu Yan shuddered, feeling another surge of heat in her lower body, her vagina tightening. For a moment, Qu Yan, her desire rising, even felt an urge to give in.

Seeing that Qu Yan didn't resist, Cao Shan, emboldened by the alcohol, lifted her nightgown from behind and slipped his hand inside. Qu Yan felt a chill on her buttocks, followed by Cao Shan's burning hot hand pressing against her plump buttocks. Cao Shan touched Qu Yan's large buttocks for the first time, and the feeling was simply wonderful. It wasn't just because Qu Yan's buttocks were plump and big, but also because Cao Shan hadn't touched a real woman in so long. Qu Yan didn't expect Cao Shan to be so bold as to touch her buttocks in the corridor. She didn't dare to scream. If Hai Bo woke up, or if Jianguo or anyone else came out, she would be finished. She could only silently hold Cao Shan's hand tightly and whisper a warning in his ear, "Cao Shan! Are you drunk? Let go, let go of me!"

Seeing Qu Yan resist, Cao Shan became even more excited. He grabbed Qu Yan's plump buttocks with one hand, and his other hand suddenly reached between Qu Yan's legs. Qu Yan's still excited vulva was unexpectedly touched by another person, a boy she liked, which gave her a special and extreme pleasure. She couldn't help but let out an excited "Ah..." groan, and her legs went weak. She had to lean on Cao Shan and hug him to avoid falling. As Qu Yan sank deeper, Cao Shan's fingers slipped inside her vagina.

This was a serious overreaction. Cao Shan felt his hand enveloped in warm, moist flesh, covered in a sticky substance. Realizing he'd gone too far, he quickly withdrew his hand. With Cao Shan's probe inside, Qu Yan's waning desire was reignited. She was testing his reaction, waiting for his next move. The intense itching and desire overwhelmed her. She leaned weakly against Cao Shan, even considering that if he, drunk, dragged her into the house, she might just give in to him. She even wanted to be even more absurd in this chaotic time, becoming his mistress and experiencing what this young man's "thing" was like.

Cao Shan had the opportunity to pursue a more illicit affair with Qu Yan, but his hesitation ended it all. When Cao Shan withdrew his hand from Qu Yan's vagina, she jolted back to normal. Back in reality, she couldn't help but scoff at her earlier thoughts—how absurd, how reckless! Qu Yan, still shaken but also as if resurrected, gently pushed Cao Shan away and softly said, "Cao Shan, you've had too much to drink!"

Cao Shan, hands hanging limply, head bowed, nodded blankly, "Yeah, I'm sorry."

"Drink less next time," Qu Yan whispered in his ear, then turned and went into the washroom. Cao Shan stretched out his hand, looking in the moonlight at the sticky, white fluid clinging to it—Hai Bo's semen mixed with Qu Yan's vaginal fluid. Cao Shan cursed inwardly, "Damn it, this bastard really dares to ejaculate inside me! Can he take responsibility for getting Qu Yan pregnant?" Thinking this, he took out his keys and went inside.

Hot water lashed against Qu Yan's naked body. This time, she pulled the shower curtain over the window next to Cao Shan's, ensuring he had easy access to peep. Qu Yan once again inserted her fingers into her genitals, rubbing her clitoris and thrusting into her vagina. As pleasure surged from her body to the back of her mind, all she could think of was the image of Cao Shan holding her earlier; her erection vanished completely. Qu Yan fantasized about Cao Shan's thin but strong arms and the hard, erect penis pressing against her thigh—something she desperately craved.

She wished Cao Shan would watch her; she would put on a show for him in the bathroom, showing him how she masturbated, how she used her hand to stimulate the cunt he so desperately desired but couldn't have. But Cao Shan didn't watch.

At the moment of orgasm, the overwhelming pleasure mixed with immense disappointment and sorrow made Qu Yan burst into tears. She didn't know what she had done wrong to deserve such torment. She was completely committed to Haibo, wanting to spend her life with him and entrust herself to him. But Haibo could never satisfy her. Not only that, he insisted on keeping a boy she loved most but couldn't touch by her side, tormenting her with this push-and-pull dynamic. Qu Yan couldn't take it anymore.

That night, the two, separated by a wall, both remained sleepless. (
Chapter 6, April 13th

) A week passed, and Cao Shan, Qu Yan, and Haibo were all leaving early and returning late. Cao Shan and Qu Yan deliberately avoided each other, acting as if nothing had happened. The other two were making phone calls and meeting clients; although they hadn't closed any deals yet, they were certainly making progress. Cao Shan, as always, was being sent door-to-door by Bob, and he used the business cards he got from Jianguo to get things done, often staying at the company for an hour, leaving at 10 pm, and going home at midnight. He played the piano and masturbated as usual, returning home as lazy as before. He traded early mornings for an 800 yuan base salary.

That day, Qu Yan met with a client early in the morning. The client agreed to meet with the boss the next day to sign the contract. After following up on the deal for over a week, it was finally settled, which relieved her. This deal was worth "four yuan," which would earn her 1500 yuan in commission. With her base salary, she would break 2000 yuan. Qu Yan planned to work harder to increase her performance. However, she also had a principle of rewarding herself: after closing a deal, she would take a short break. So, around 10:00 AM, she left the client's company on the North Fourth Ring Road and boarded the bus home.

The bus wasn't crowded, and Qu Yan noticed that the thin man sitting in front of her looked remarkably like Cao Shan. When she got off at the last stop, she got closer and closer, and sure enough, it was Cao Shan.

Thinking back to the absurd scene from a week ago, Qu Yan hesitated. That night, Hai Bo had aroused her, making her feel hot and restless. The itching in her genitals made her crave the penetration of a man's penis, but Jiang Tao was fast asleep. She had intended to take a shower to calm herself down, but instead encountered Cao Shan, who was completely drunk. The two, both incoherent, met, and in a daze, Cao Shan grabbed her, and then touched her private parts. She was filled with shame.

For the past week, with Hai Bo by her side, Qu Yan had tried to avoid speaking to Cao Shan, but now she had run into him alone. Qu Yan didn't know what to say to him; she couldn't pretend to be oblivious again. But following him around like this didn't seem right either, as it would appear like she was stalking him. So, Qu Yan decided to confront him directly.

"Cao Shan!" Qu Yan called out, chasing after him.

Cao Shan turned around, saw Qu Yan, and his face flushed instantly. Thinking back to that night, fueled by alcohol, he held Qu Yan in his arms, her tall, slender figure enveloped in his embrace. Qu Yan's buttocks were so large and plump, and there was that wet, inviting place between her legs. Although Cao Shan was quite drunk that night, the sensations were so vivid and unforgettable that Qu Yan became his sole object of masturbation. However, despite having violated Qu Yan countless times in his mind, seeing her in person made him somewhat hesitant. To avoid embarrassment, Cao Shan decided to handle it calmly, so he casually asked, "Oh? Why are you back so early?"

"I was just about to ask you that! I just came from a client's place. What about you?" Qu Yan asked. Seeing that Cao Shan didn't bring up that night, Qu Yan also chose to avoid the topic.

Qu Yan walked side-by-side with Cao Shan. Wearing high heels, she was almost a head taller than him. As they walked together, passersby glanced at them. Cao Shan, embarrassed, joked, "Heh, we look quite a sight walking together."

But Qu Yan ignored his joke and continued, "Did you meet the client? How did it go? Why are you back so early?"

"Please, how could I possibly meet a client? I'm out canvassing buildings every day, and people treat me like a beggar, kicking me out. I can't take it," Cao Shan said dejectedly.

Qu Yan liked Cao Shan, but the more he acted like this, the more frustrated she became. "So you didn't even canvass any buildings?" Cao Shan nodded.

Seeing Cao Shan's dejected look, Qu Yan was furious. In her mind, her classmates who stayed in Beijing were either unlucky or lacked the necessary qualifications, but they would never be lazy. She hadn't expected Cao Shan to still be wasting his time.

"You…" Qu Yan was so angry she wanted to yell at him, but then she thought, what was she to him anyway? The walk from the station to their lodgings took about ten minutes, and the two remained silent the entire way.

Qu Yan kept thinking about the night she bumped into Cao Shan and he grabbed her and groped her. She had to settle things, to put an end to Cao Shan's feelings. Otherwise, if she continued to play dumb, something bad would happen sooner or later. Not only was Cao Shan currently single, but his desires were raging like a volcano, and she was the only girl there. Qu Yan was also worried that her infatuation with Cao Shan might lead her to do something irreversible.

Upstairs, Qu Yan said to Cao Shan, "Cao Shan, you can't go on like this. I'll give you some clients and teach you some phone-calling skills."

"Okay," Cao Shan replied, bowing his head. Seeing Qu Yan's tall and beautiful figure, Cao Shan's mind was in turmoil.

Qu Yan led Cao Shan into her room. Although the room layouts were similar, Qu Yan and Hai Bo's room was noticeably cozier. They had furnished it with some simple, inexpensive furniture, but it was much better than what was provided in the room. The walls were covered with cheap fabric, and a few potted plants grew on the windowsill. The simple arrangement created a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Cao Shan sat on the sofa, and Qu Yan pulled up a chair and sat opposite him. She opened her notebook of client contacts and read them aloud to Cao Shan one by one, including phone numbers, contact persons, and even the progress of those contacts. While Cao Shan took notes, she patiently explained business techniques to him. For example, when making a phone call, she explained how to judge the caller's tone to determine whether they were a receptionist, a staff member, a regular employee, or a manager, and then how to communicate effectively, how to quickly pique their interest in the company's media, and if they weren't interested, how to contact the advertising manager and schedule a meeting. After securing a meeting, she explained how to introduce their Yellow Pages media and how to persuade the other party. She was truly dedicated to helping him.

Cao Shan kept jotting down notes in his notebook, not only recording information on over ten useful clients but also drawing a business negotiation tree diagram. At the same time, his eyes kept glancing at Qu Yan's crossed, snow-white, thick legs. More than any business experience, he wanted to remember the scene before him, to use as a reference when he masturbated later.

Qu Yan was completely unaware of Cao Shan's burning gaze on her legs. This was understandable; Qu Yan had never thought her figure was particularly attractive. Being tall was an advantage, but she was too tall. As for the rest? She was too muscular, her buttocks too large, making her look bulky. Most distressing of all were her legs—thick and muscular, making her lack confidence. But to Cao Shan, those legs were incredibly alluring—white, long, thick, and plump. He fantasized countless times about carrying Qu Yan on his back, riding her with abandon, and Qu Yan was overwhelmed and captivated by the immense impact.

Cao Shan, watching Qu Yan's long, white legs swaying, could no longer resist. He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Qu Yan's thigh. This startled Qu Yan, who quickly tried to back away but missed, falling awkwardly to the ground. Seeing Qu Yan's long legs spread wide as she fell, revealing glimpses of her blue-purple panties, Cao Shan's lust was further aroused, and he pounced on her without restraint.

"Qu Yan, you're so beautiful." That night, he held Qu Yan, touching her large buttocks, even touching her vulva. Qu Yan didn't cry out or resist; Cao Shan knew she was afraid of alarming others and causing a worse situation, but this only emboldened him further.

"Cao Shan, let go!!" Qu Yan hadn't expected Cao Shan to be so immature, so opportunistic, and so malicious. At that moment, all her goodwill towards Cao Shan vanished. She couldn't tolerate a boy who wanted to rape her, even if she liked him!

"Qu Yan, I think about you every night, please say yes." Cao Shan shamelessly pinned Qu Yan to the ground, his hands reaching for her breasts, grabbing them. Cao Shan showed no regard for her being his classmate's girlfriend; they relied on each other, ignoring friendship and only caring about his own pleasure. This was unacceptable to Qu Yan. She struggled fiercely, but Cao Shan went further, spreading her legs! Qu Yan could no longer forgive him. With all her might, she kicked Cao Shan away. Qu Yan was tall and strong, while Cao Shan was short and thin; the kick was powerful, sending him flying backwards.

Qu Yan struggled to her feet, panting as she straightened her clothes, shouting, "Cao Shan!

I never thought you were this kind of person! Get out!" She pointed forcefully towards the door.

Cao Shan got up. He fantasized about Qu Yan every day, and now he was so close to the tall, strong body that haunted his dreams. Not only was Qu Yan's appearance decent, but her plump, large buttocks were Cao Shan's favorite. He didn't want to give up. As he walked towards Qu Yan, he said, "Qu Yan, I know Haibo is no good. He's no good, but I am.

Don't you like me? I like you too. Be with me. I'll satisfy you. I'll never let you take care of yourself again..."

As Cao Shan spoke, "Slap!" A slap landed on his face, making him see stars. Qu Yan was both angry and frightened, and she burst into tears. She shouted, "Get out! Get out! Cao Shan, I told you, no matter what happened before, I'm Haibo's girlfriend now. I'm prepared to be with him for life. Haibo is your classmate, your buddy. How could you do this to me?!"

"I..." Cao Shan suddenly became speechless. Yes, Haibo and Qu Yan treated him as a good friend and had helped him a lot since he joined the company, but he had repaid kindness with ingratitude. It was really outrageous. Qu Yan's slap brought him back to his senses. He grabbed his hair in frustration and said remorsefully, "I... what did I do? Qu Yan, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!!"

Qu Yan cried, unsure whether to comfort him, forgive him, or let him leave.

Just as the two were at a loss for what to do in the room, the door was suddenly kicked open, startling them!

Two policemen appeared in the doorway, shouting, "What's your relationship?"

"I, we are, classmates," Cao Shan stammered after a long pause.

"Classmates? What are you two doing locked in a room in broad daylight? Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?" The policeman maintained his cold attitude.

"No, no... Officer, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend, she, she has a boyfriend," Cao Shan hurriedly explained.

"Knowing she has a boyfriend and still coming into her room? You just graduated, right? This is so messy.

Do you have temporary residence permits?" The policeman got to the point.

Qu Yan and Cao Shan both shook their heads. They considered themselves students, having been Beijing residents for four years during their studies. They felt they shouldn't have obtained this obviously discriminatory permit; they weren't that low.

The policeman smiled slightly, a cold smile. "No? Okay, come with us."

Cao Shan tried to run, but the policeman shoved him to the ground and said fiercely, "Run? If you dare run, you'll be in big trouble at the station! Come with me now!!"

Qu Yan and Cao Shan were pushed and shoved into the police car. It was their first time in a police car, and they were treated like prisoners in the cage at the back of the Iveco van. Their eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. It turned out that the line between a graduate with a bright future and a drifter was very thin.

Qu Yan, Cao Shan, and more than twenty other people from out of town were locked in a dark room. The stench from the migrant workers and drifters immediately polluted the air, making it nauseating. There were not only drifters here, but also thugs.

Standing among them, Qu Yan stood out like a crane among chickens, not only for her impressive height but also for her impeccable attire: a navy blue business suit, black stockings over her long legs, and black high heels. Her long hair was styled in a bun, giving her a look that was both alluring and dignified. Even the most understated outfit looked incredibly sexy on her, a contradictory yet captivating allure. Among the detainees, Qu Yan not only appeared tall but also exceptionally fair-skinned, drawing stares from those around her. Unable to bear the greedy, wolfish gazes of the filthy men, she instinctively grabbed Cao Shan's arm and hid behind him. Although Cao Shan was thinner and shorter than her, in Qu Yan's eyes, he had never been so reliable. At this moment, even Hai Bo, whom she was willing to rely on for the rest of her life, couldn't compare to Cao Shan's stature—in Qu Yan's heart.

The pungent body odor assaulted Qu Yan's nostrils, making her nauseous. A man with a buzz cut and a thick gold chain from Northeast China approached with a sneer. "Hey, girl, what's up? Pregnant?

Whose child is it? It's not mine, is it? I have to say, you were really something that night, your big ass almost broke my dick, hahaha!" He then burst into unrestrained laughter.

Qu Yan trembled with anger, but she held back, clinging tightly to Cao Shan's arm. She knew it was better to avoid trouble. The

man with the gold chain wasn't finished. He walked over, almost touching Qu Yan, and looked her up and down. "Damn, this woman's pretty tall. Northeastern women are all big-assed and tall. Girl, where in Northeast China are you from?

Let's get to know each other."

Qu Yan didn't speak, shyly turning her head to the side. Cao Shan stepped aside, using his body to block the man with the gold chain. Looking at that guy's behavior, Cao Shan thought to himself, "This kind of idiot's attire is probably just something he and his few cronies consider beautiful—buzz cuts, shirtless, big gold chains, and a few tattoos. He thinks they're incredibly tacky. They're all country bumpkins who've come to the city and don't know how to dress properly. They have no culture or sense of style, that's why they look like this." But now, looking at the big gold chain guy and the other similarly dressed idiots not far away, Cao Shan realized he was outmatched and had to say something conciliatory.

"Hehe," Cao Shan forced a smile and said, "Hey buddy, give your brother some face, we came in together, firstly it's fate, and secondly it proves we're both in this area, we'll run into each other all the time, right?"

The man looked down at the skinny Cao Shan, who looked like a monkey, and laughed viciously, then asked with a sidelong glance, "Little bastard, who the hell is going to run into you all the time? Is this woman yours?"

"Yes, isn't she your sister-in-law? Big brother, please be merciful," Cao Shan replied with a smile.

"Not bad, this woman's tall and strong, and fucking white too. She's obviously a slut who sucks the ground dry, isn't she?" After saying that, several of his accomplices started jeering, "Yeah, yeah, a slut. Fuck!"

"Young man, I admire you. You didn't even introduce yourself, didn't ask who I was, and just came up to me asking about our relationship. You've got guts. And," he said, glancing at the terrified Qu Yan, "looking at you, as skinny as a tofu stick, you think you can satisfy this slut? How about I help you out?" He then went over and started groping Qu Yan.

"Let me go!" Qu Yan struggled free from the gold chain in disgust, but he pressed his advantage, grabbing her large buttocks and laughing, "Damn, this woman's ass is really big. Damn, does your skinny, monkey-like pretty boy especially like to fuck you from behind? Damn, is he any good? Do you need to masturbate after being fucked by a man every day to be satisfied?"

Cao Shan saw the gold chain attack Qu Yan and panicked, yelling, "Fuck your mother!" He rushed over, jumped up, and kicked the gold chain man to the ground. The gold chain man got up and cursed, "You son of a bitch, beat him up!" The skinny Cao Shan was surrounded and beaten by four or five burly men from Northeast China. He lay curled up on the ground, kicked relentlessly by the men.

Qu Yan was terrified and ran to the door, screaming, "They're beating people! They're beating people!!"

Cao Shan, bruised and battered, and Qu Yan, with her hair disheveled, were taken to the interrogation room. A policeman asked sternly, "Tell me, what's going on between you two?"

"Officer, those guys from Northeast China tried to bully her, and then they hit me!" Cao Shan said, wincing in pain.

"I didn't ask about what happened earlier. I'm asking you two, what's your relationship, and why don't you have temporary residence permits?" the policeman said impatiently.

"Nobody asked us to do this. We just graduated, and she and I were classmates."

"Show me your ID cards," the policeman said, handing over theirs. "You're from Hebei and Shandong, how can you prove you're classmates? Besides, what were you doing when we went in, a man and a woman alone in a room during broad daylight? Is that the behavior of ordinary classmates?

Classmates… I think you're living together unmarried!! So young and not working properly in Beijing, renting a place and doing all this messy stuff, I've seen plenty of people like you! Stop talking nonsense. What about the temporary residence permits?" Qu Yan,

hearing the policeman's increasingly absurd explanation, was about to retort when Cao Shan grabbed her hand and hurriedly said, "We'll do it, we'll do it."

The policeman filled out a form based on their ID cards, making a disdainful expression, and said with a half-smile, "Fine, temporary residence permits, 500 yuan each, and a 3,000 yuan fine for each person!"

Hearing the 3,000 yuan fine, Qu Yan and Cao Shan were in a panic. Cao Shan quickly said, "Officer, we'll process the temporary residence permits now, but we don't have that much money for the fines."

"No money? No problem. We'll take you back to the small dark room and wait until someone pays your fines. If you don't pay in three days, you'll be deported," the policeman said coldly.

Hearing this, Qu Yan burst into tears. "I...I don't have that much money! I haven't even received my salary yet! Officer, please have mercy on us! We'll definitely pay you back when we get back!"

The policeman ignored her and shouted towards the door, "Xiao Wang, come here! These two don't have money to pay their fines. Take them back. Bring two more people over." Two policemen entered and began to drag them away. Qu Yan was terrified and cried uncontrollably, screaming, "Officer, what if those guys beat us up again if you take us back?"

警察耸耸肩“对不起，我只管罚钱。”说着给那俩警察递了个眼神，俩人架着曹山和曲燕就往外拽。

曹山又气又怕，要是回去，自己挨一顿揍不说，曲燕还不一定被那伙东北人怎么样呢，他一咬牙，拼命挣脱开警察，说“同志，我这有钱，先给我同学交了罚款，让她走。”

“曹山……”曲燕满眼感激的看着他。

那警察也微微一笑，一边填表一边说“行！我说姑娘，你男朋友对你还真好，以后可要好好对他呀。现金还是刷卡？”

“刷卡”曹山掏出了银行卡。卡里剩下的钱加上俩人兜里所有的钱凑一起，4050块，曹山把剩下的50快给了曲燕，说“打个车回去吧。”

“那，那你呢？”曲燕感激的看着曹山，尽管一直对他有好感，但从来没有像今天这样，她感觉自己爱上他了。

Cao Shan smiled slightly, feigning indifference, "It's nothing, I'll go back tonight."

Qu Yan silently left the police station with their temporary residence permits. Cao Shan was sent back to the small dark room. Despite the police's scolding, the group of Northeasterners didn't beat him up, but they kept him up all night.

Qu Yan returned home just as Hai Bo came back. Seeing Qu Yan's disheveled appearance, he was terrified and hurriedly asked, "Baby, what happened?"

Upon seeing her boyfriend, Qu Yan burst into tears, throwing herself into Hai Bo's arms and sobbing, "Hai Bo, I, I was arrested by the police. They, they said I didn't have a temporary residence permit. They got me a replacement and fined me before I could come back."

Upon hearing this, Hai Bo felt a weight lifted from his heart. Just now, seeing Qu Yan's appearance, it looked like she had been raped. He thought that if Qu Yan had been violated, she would be defiled, and he wouldn't want her anymore. But now, he no longer had that concern.

Haibo hugged Qu Yan tightly, saying, "Baby, don't be sad. We're back, aren't we? Huh?" Haibo saw two temporary residence permits on the table and said, "You even got them for me?" He picked them up and saw that they belonged to Cao Shan.

"What happened?" Haibo asked Qu Yan, holding up Cao Shan's temporary residence permit.

When Qu Yan saw Cao Shan's photo on it, she cried even harder. "Cao Shan used all his money to pay my fines so I could get out. The temporary residence permit cost 500 yuan, and the fine was 3000 yuan. He took out all his money, just enough to get me back. He... he's still locked up. Haibo, we have to go save him quickly, or he'll be beaten to death."

Thinking of those Northeasterners, Qu Yan became even more worried.

Unexpectedly, Haibo's attitude changed completely. He asked coldly, "Cao Shan? How did Cao Shan get arrested with you?"

Qu Yan then told Haibo everything about meeting Cao Shan, going home, and then the police breaking down the door and taking them away. Cao Shan thought Haibo would thank him and immediately lend him money to bail him out, but instead, Haibo's face darkened, he slammed the temporary residence permit on the table, and shouted, "You're telling me, what a coincidence that you two, in the middle of the morning, both of you stopped going to your clients and came back together? And then you were in our house? And then the police took you away? What the hell were the police doing, arresting you two alone in a house? What were you doing that the police took away? Tell me!" Haibo became angrier and angrier.

"Haibo! How could you think like that?!" Qu Yan was also angry, she hadn't expected her boyfriend to be so petty.

"Why can't I think that way? How could it be such a coincidence? Tell me, how did he end up working at our company? How did he end up in the same department as you? And a week ago, after we finished our business, you went out in your nightgown, and I saw Cao Shan standing at his door. You and he just stood there for ages, not saying a word. What were you two doing? Then you started acting all secretive, not like you used to be. And ever since that, you've been reluctant to touch me. What's going on?!" Hai Bo was red-faced and practically yelling at Qu Yan.

"Hai Bo, you..." She never expected Hai Bo to suspect her and secretly observe her. That feeling of distrust chilled her to the bone. She tried to calm herself down, spreading her hands in a conciliatory gesture, and said, "Okay, Haibo, I'll explain later, or we can talk it out when Caoshan comes back. But Caoshan spent all his money to bail me out, shouldn't we help him?"

"We're both broke, and it's the end of the month, where would we get the money? No money!" Haibo said defiantly.

With no relatives or friends to rely on, Qu Yan was helpless, watching three days pass by. All she could do was tell Bob that Caoshan was sick and might need a week off. Caoshan, after being tormented by those Northeasterners for two days, was sent back to his hometown.

Another week passed, Sunday.

Haibo went home every two weeks, sometimes to buy things, sometimes to ask for money. This week he went back again, returning on Tuesday. Qu Yan went to bed early. Half-asleep, she heard footsteps approaching in the hallway, passing her room, stopping next door, followed by the sounds of a lock being opened, a light being turned on, and a door closing. Qu Yan snapped out of her daze. Overjoyed, she ran out of the room, not even bothering to put on slippers, still only in her underwear, and pushed open Cao Shan's door.

Inside was none other than Cao Shan's thin, small figure. "Cao Shan!!!" Like a newlywed wife seeing her husband after a long separation, Qu Yan rushed towards Cao Shan and hugged him tightly. Before Cao Shan could even understand what was happening, two mounds of flesh pressed against his face. He felt the heart pounding in the chest of this tall, half-naked woman. His hands, involuntarily, wrapped around her waist again, his palms caressing her plump, large buttocks.

Qu Yan felt Cao Shan's erection return, hard and warm against her thighs, making her feel restless. Cao Shan's arms were strong, and holding her made her feel safe. Qu Yan enjoyed being held by Cao Shan; she even considered this embrace, this caressing of her body, as a way of repaying him. But Qu Yan soon realized that she was wet. Having never been satisfied by Hai Bo, how could this tall, strong, and sexually driven girl resist such a passionate embrace from the boy she admired? Reason told her that things would get out of hand if this continued, so Qu Yan slowly and gently pushed him away. She said, "Cao Shan, it's so good you're back." Without realizing it, Qu Yan started crying with emotion.

"Qu Yan, you...you're so sexy..." Cao Shan looked Qu Yan up and down. She was 1.78 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and full hips. Her two large, full breasts were held up by a bra, seemingly about to burst out. A pair of lace panties matching her bra clung to her slender waist, and a triangular piece of fabric between her legs covered her full, protruding mons pubis, outlining its alluring, round shape. Qu Yan's legs were long and white, almost reaching Cao Shan's navel. Her thighs were round and firm, pressed tightly together without a gap, while her calves were smooth, white, round, firm, and thick. This tall, sexy, half-naked woman standing before Cao Shan almost made his nose bleed.

Hearing Cao Shan's words, Qu Yan realized she was half-naked and exposed before him, but with nowhere to hide, she could only shyly cover herself with her hands. Her embarrassed state only made her more alluring.

"Cao, Cao Shan, I'm so sorry, I... I didn't get you out," Qu Yan said apologetically.

"It's alright, consider it a free trip home. By the way, did you ask for leave for me?" Cao Shan said, feigning ease.

"Okay, Bob said you need to start work as soon as possible, Cao Shan." Qu Yan looked at Cao Shan shyly and said gently, "I, I..."

"Silly girl, don't say that. How could I let you go back to that place and suffer? Any man would do the same."

"But, but you've run out of money, and I, I don't have any money either." Qu Yan said softly, feeling indebted to him, especially since it wasn't a small amount.

"It's okay, I took some money from home, enough to get by. I know you two are living paycheck to paycheck, it's alright, don't worry about it. Alright, you're standing so sexy in front of me, if you don't go back soon, you'll catch a cold, and I really won't be able to control myself." Cao Shan smiled and pounced on his prey like a hungry tiger.

Seeing Cao Shan's optimistic and open-minded demeanor, Qu Yan was deeply moved. At school, Cao Shan was the object of her affections, and now, he was protecting her like a guardian angel, far superior to the petty-minded Hai Bo. Thinking of this, Qu Yan began to sob again. "Cao Shan, thank you. I really don't know how to repay you.

If I could, I..."

Seeing that Qu Yan seemed inclined to offer herself in return, Cao Shan really wanted to get her into bed that very night and let her experience the prowess of a man with a large penis. But he couldn't do that. He said, "Qu Yan, I understand, but I can't take advantage of someone in distress. One shouldn't covet a friend's wife. Besides, you said Haibo is the person you entrusted your life to. We're good friends, aren't we?"

Deeply moved, Qu Yan nodded vigorously, tears welling in her eyes. Before turning to leave, she decided to make a move. With her back to Cao Shan, her face flushed, she didn't turn around and said in a barely audible voice, "Cao Shan, thank you. I think the same as you. Forgive me for not being able to repay you with my own money. But, what I said to you that night when you peeked at me, I take it back. Do you understand?" Qu Yan strode out. Cao Shan looked at Qu Yan's tall figure, her wide, sexy buttocks, and her vase-like, curvaceous body. His penis became as hard as an iron rod.

A moment later, Qu Yan shuffled into the washroom in her slippers, naked, letting the water wash over her aroused body. The strong current felt like a man's hand, caressing her smooth, white skin. She walked to the window and pulled the right-hand curtain to the middle. A moment later, she saw a flashing light outside. Qu Yan knew that Cao Shan had extended the mirror over. Her face flushed even more with embarrassment. Previously, Qu Yan could never have imagined being spied on while showering by a boy, but now, the mirror outside seemed like the eyes of a man who loved men most, admiring her naked body. What excited Qu Yan even more was that Cao Shan, no longer concerned, hadn't turned off the light. She could see Cao Shan in the mirror, and vaguely, she saw a sight that made her mouth dry—Cao Shan's enormous penis! Cao Shan was admiring his own naked body while also masturbating naked. Qu Yan watched as Cao Shan gripped his purplish-red, iron-like member, more than twice the length of Hai Bo's, the hard thing pressed against his stomach, extending a considerable distance beyond his navel. It was not only long and hard, but also extremely thick; Cao Shan couldn't even close his hand completely.

Qu Yan felt dizzy. How she longed for Cao Shan, no, for Hai Bo, to have such a big guy serving her day and night! She opened her heart to Cao Shan, even though there would be no physical contact, this kind of long-distance communication was acceptable. She shyly opened her thighs, presenting her full private parts to the window, and slowly inserted her fingers...

Qu Yan passionately rubbed her plump breasts, using her fingers to pleasure her genitals, turning the itching into waves of pleasure that rushed straight to her head. Her legs were about to give way. Qu Yan squinted, occasionally looking out the window. The mirror reflected the super-sized penis in the next room, as if it were being forcefully thrust into her cunt. Qu Yan passionately thrust her wide hips, shivering with excitement. At the same time, the reflection in the mirror also jumped suddenly. She saw a milky white rainbow streak across the sky.

Chapter 7

Monday. Cao Shan had planned to go to work with Qu Yan. Hai Bo wasn't there; the two of them had another unspoken affair the night before. He was both excited and nervous. But when he went to knock on Qu Yan's door, he found it locked; she had left.

Cao Shan couldn't help but smile bitterly. Not only did he not know how to face her, but Qu Yan didn't know how to face him either.

Arriving at the company, he saw Bob joking around with Yang Fan at the front desk. When Cao Shan came to clock in, Yang Fan, who was already annoyed by Bob, saw Cao Shan as her lifeline and hurriedly asked, "Cao Shan, I heard you were sick? How are you? Are you better?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm better. Thanks." Cao Shan knew his boss liked Yang Fan and tried to keep his distance, but even so, Bob was still unhappy.

"Cao Shan, come with me for a moment." Bob said sternly and went into the office first.

Cao Shan followed Bob into the office and saw Qu Yan making a phone call to a client. She glanced at him and quickly looked away. Bob sat down in his chair in the cubicle, put his legs up on the edge of the table, and tilted his chin up, saying, "Kid, are you feeling better?"

"Oh, much better, thank you for granting me leave," Cao Shan said, head down.

"Could I not grant you leave? Would you be able to come to work if I didn't? Let me tell you, everyone has to start from the beginning, I understand what you're thinking. Sales is a tough job that tests your mind and body. It seems simple, but not everyone can be a marketing elite. If you can't overcome your fear of work and keep running away, that won't work! Understand? As your boss, firstly, I'm responsible for your development, and secondly, I'm responsible for the performance of my team. The sales targets given to me by my superiors are calculated per person. If you don't close any deals, you'll lower the performance of our department, and that's what I care about most. You're here to create value, to generate profits for the company, and you'll be paid accordingly. There are absolutely no idle people here. If you can't adapt to this job, you'd better leave as soon as possible!" Bob glared at him.

"Yes, Manager, I will definitely work hard. Please give me some time." Cao Shan didn't dare call him Bob. This bastard had been picking on him all along. For this job, for the pitiful 800 yuan base salary, Cao Shan had to endure the humiliation.

Bob chuckled contemptuously. "Hmph, fine, I'll give you time. Keep canvassing." Then he slowly opened a drawer, took out a stack of business cards, and suddenly slammed them on the table. He then tapped the table and said, word by word, "Let me tell you, forgery and lying are what I hate most. You have the ability to do it, but not the ability to leave. Don't try to fool me with these fake business cards! These business cards have at least several hundred addresses, scattered throughout every corner of Beijing. Have you been to all of these places? Heh. Also, do you think I won't call back the business cards you hand over? Do you think I'm stupid?

Or are you just too simple-minded?" Bob got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and his voice grew louder and louder.

Although Cao Shan looked down on this nouveau riche businessman a hundred times, he could only listen. This Northeasterner was not only arrogant but also incredibly hot-tempered—a classic case of being easily provoked.

A moment of impatience could ruin everything. Bob vented his frustration, spitting everywhere, before telling Cao Shan, "Pick up the business cards and get out there canvassing! Starting next week, contact each of these business cards and submit daily reports! If you don't produce results this month, I'm firing you!"

Hearing the last sentence, Cao Shan's mind went blank. According to Bob, he would either suffer here or become unemployed again. But he had no choice but to submit. As Cao Shan squatted down to pick up the business cards, he suddenly noticed a pair of thick legs in high heels beside him—it was Qu Yan.

"Bob, didn't you tell me to mentor him when he first arrived? I'm ready to help him quickly get familiar with the business, but you have to give me a chance! Making him canvass every day—do you think that's useful? How many of our advertisements come from canvassing? Don't you know?" Qu Yan, having heard Bob loudly reprimanding Cao Shan outside, couldn't bear it and came in to argue with Bob.

Bob also felt guilty. Yes, before discovering that this kid had gotten so close to Yang Fan so soon after starting work, even having lunch together, Bob hadn't considered messing with this greenhorn. Don't underestimate jealousy just because it's a female word; male jealousy is even more terrifying.

"Okay, Helen," Bob said, taking the opportunity. "Starting today, you'll officially be in charge of mentoring him. If he doesn't produce results in a month, I'll hold you responsible."

"No problem, Bob. I just made an appointment with a potential client. I'll take him there now. Is that alright?"

Qu Yan said indifferently.

"No problem, nopa!" Bob snapped his fingers, feigning coolness.

Qu Yan had rescued Cao Shan from his predicament. The two left the company and headed to the bus stop, both feeling a bit awkward. The blatant spying and counter-spying from last night had had a lasting impact.

At the bus stop, while waiting, Cao Shan felt it was too awkward to continue like this and finally said, "Qu Yan, thank you for getting me out of that situation."

Qu Yan, carrying her bag in both hands, didn't look at him and said, "It's nothing, I just can't stand his behavior."

Cao Shan offered self-criticism, "It's still my fault, I'm really not cut out for sales."

Qu Yan turned to him and said, "Sales requires dedication and effort. You have to put in 100% effort to achieve even a 0.5% success. Laziness won't work. Look at those business cards, no wonder you go home so early every day, that's just self-deception." Qu Yan's feelings for Cao Shan were a mixture of love and resentment, a deep disappointment in his lack of ambition.

Cao Shan felt a pang of bitterness when Qu Yan admitted to being lazy. He could ignore Lu Hailong's comments, but Qu Yan's words pierced his heart.

The bus arrived, relieving Cao Shan's predicament.

The bus was packed, people were shoulder to shoulder. Qu Yan and Cao Shan initially stood side-by-side, but after a while, he noticed Qu Yan seemed uncomfortable, occasionally nudging him with her arm. At first, Cao Shan thought it was just the bus swaying and didn't pay much attention. The bus continued driving, Qu Yan's face flushed red. She felt something hard against her buttocks, rubbing against her as the bus swayed. The person behind her breathed heavily on her neck, making her feel disgusted and nauseous. Many more people got on at this stop, and the person behind her pressed even closer. Qu Yan tried to move away, but the person immediately pressed against her again. She could feel the disgusting hard object rubbing against her buttocks through her skirt, and even hear the person swallowing with apparent enjoyment. Qu Yan couldn't take it anymore. She reached out and grabbed Cao Shan's arm, whispering, "Cao Shan, Cao Shan..."

Cao Shan then noticed Qu Yan's reaction, turning around to find her looking feverish, both embarrassed and uncomfortable. Looking closer, he realized it was a man behind Qu Yan, pressed tightly against her, as if flirting. The man was large and burly; he had spotted the towering Qu Yan as soon as he boarded the bus, standing right behind her. He was about the same height as Qu Yan, and when he pressed against her, he was rubbing against her buttocks. Qu Yan's buttocks were plump and large, sticking out at the back—a typical plump, round bottom. With a gentle nudge from the man, he felt his hard object embedding itself in her soft, fleshy buttocks, a sensation that felt incredibly pleasurable. Qu Yan awkwardly tried to dodge, clenching her buttocks to escape the man's harassment. However, the bus was crowded, and the swaying motion only amplified the sensation. Just as she was enjoying herself, Qu Yan couldn't stand his harassment any longer and had to turn to Cao Shan for help.

Seeing that the man was burly and almost a head taller than him, and seeing him glaring fiercely at Cao Shan for interrupting his pleasure, Cao Shan was somewhat intimidated. He squeezed back to make room for Qu Yan, saying, "Why don't you stand in front of me?"

This was Qu Yan's only option, so she moved to stand in front of Cao Shan. Qu Yan was taller and stronger than Cao Shan, and wearing high heels, she almost completely blocked his view, leaving him only able to see her long, slender back. The car kept stopping and starting. Cao Shan was already struggling to hold onto the handrail, and with Qu Yan in front of him, he had to lean back, almost unable to stand steadily. After a short while, his arms and legs ached, so he finally made up his mind and put his arm around Qu Yan's waist.

He felt Qu Yan's body tremble slightly, and then she gently placed her hand on Cao Shan's arm. Qu Yan's face was still flushed because there was still a hard object pressing against her from behind, even harder and larger than before. Cao Shan was shorter than the man, so the hard object wasn't against her buttocks, but against the groin of Qu Yan's thighs. Although the car was moving, their private parts were rubbing against each other through several layers of fabric. Although this made Qu Yan very nervous, she felt reassured.

The client they were meeting was a trading company that sold office equipment. Yellow pages were a good fit for them. The company was run by a husband and wife; the owner was named Erlong, and the owner's wife was named Cheng Min, both from Northeast China. This was the first time they had decided to place an advertisement, and they even waited in the office for the advertising company's salesperson to arrive. When Qu Yan and Cao Shan pushed open the meeting room door, introduced by the clerk, they exchanged knowing smiles.

It turned out that the couple was also a case of the woman being taller than the man. The proprietress, who looked to be in her thirties, was even taller than Qu Yan. She had long, smooth, soft hair, and while not a stunning beauty, she was quite attractive, somewhat resembling Mao Awen. She had a good figure, possessing the typical sexiness of a Northeastern woman—large breasts, a large bottom, and long, strong, and well-proportioned legs. The proprietress, on the other hand, was less appealing. She looked somewhat like Wei San'er, with a rather wicked appearance, and was only about 1.5 to 1.6 meters tall. Standing next to her, they would definitely turn heads.

Despite the boss's somewhat stern appearance, he was surprisingly warm and welcoming. Upon seeing Cao Shan and Qu Yan enter, he quickly extended his hand, saying enthusiastically, "Miss Qu Yan, is that you? Hello, I'm Erlong, the honorary general manager of this company. This is my wife, the actual general manager, Cheng Min. And this is...?"

Qu Yan smiled and extended her hand, giving him a light handshake, saying, "Hello, both general managers. This is my colleague, Cao Shan. This is my business card."

Cheng Min then stood up, and the four of them shook hands and exchanged business cards. Cheng Min smiled at Qu Yan and said, "Miss Qu Yan, you're quite tall too!"

"Manager Cheng, you're even taller than me, I'm 178cm," Qu Yan said with a smile, shaking Cheng Min's hand.

"I'm 181cm. Oh dear, I'm a bit too tall, people always stare when I go out. Your height is just right."

Hearing that Cheng Min was over 1.8 meters tall, Cao Shan couldn't help but glance at the boss's wife a few more times.

After the guests and hosts were seated, Erlong chuckled and said, "What's wrong with tall women? I think the taller the better. Haha, don't underestimate me just because I'm short. I like tall women. It's complementary, isn't it, little brother?" Erlong said to Cao Shan.

Cao Shan smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes, yes, Manager Cheng is so tall. You must have been a model before, right?"

"What model? We're from the same village. In small towns, we only know that tall women can do more work. There's no such thing as a model."

This couple made a very good impression on Cao Shan. Since joining the company, he had occasionally encountered a lot of disdain and bullying while canvassing. These days, those who pay are kings. Even if you don't advertise, when a salesperson comes to the company, they treat them like a grandson, making sarcastic remarks and playing with them. Especially companies run by Beijingers, they instinctively reject people from other places. The phrase "from out of town" carries a lot of disdain. This couple, though their own business, had come to Beijing from out of town to make a living, so they must have experienced hardship and struggle, and had some understanding of salespeople.

After a few more pleasantries, Erlong got down to business, "Well, the reason I invited you two here today is to get some advice. Our company's business is doing alright; we mainly serve various companies, providing office equipment, and we have about a dozen salespeople working there. Just last week, Ms. Qu Yan specially brought us a copy of your Yellow Pages. My wife looked at it and thought advertising in it would be great, but she's wondering about the investment and the return."

Qu Yan smiled and said to the boss, "Actually, your industry is very suitable for advertising with us. As businesspeople, we value cost and return above all else. I estimate that each of your salespeople can earn a minimum of 1..." "000, plus commission, it's not a small amount of money. Doing business is simply about actively seeking out others to buy things, and advertising can achieve the same effect." Qu Yan then unfolded a yellow pages list for office equipment, pointing to the advertisements and explaining, "You see, this smallest section we call 'one unit,' costs 2700 per year, which is equivalent to one month's salary for your salesperson. But our yellow pages are distributed for free. You have one copy here. Our annual distribution is 50,000 copies, meaning that 40,000 to 50,000 companies in Beijing will have this yellow pages. This number is..." "Even a salesperson couldn't cover all that in a year. Besides, salespeople actively come to your door to sell, and in my own experience, it's extremely rare to find someone as warmly received and interested as you two. Most people are rejected. But it's different if you advertise with us. Anyone who calls you is interested. This puts you in the initiative, which is much more convenient, isn't it?" The couple nodded in agreement with Qu Yan's words. Cao Shan, listening from the side, secretly gave her a thumbs up. He hadn't expected Qu Yan to be so sincere and reasonable in discussing clients, knowing how to put herself in their shoes and speaking so eloquently. She was truly remarkable.

Cheng Min smiled and said, "Oh, Ms. Qu is right. Erlong, what do you think?" Erlong also smiled and said, "I think it's a good idea, how about this?" Erlong was about to continue when the phone rang. He smiled apologetically at Qu Yan and Cao Shan, then said to Cheng Min, "Wife, I have a business dinner. Um, you're in charge, you make the decision." With that, he left.

A flicker of displeasure crossed Cheng Min's eyes, but she quickly regained her smile and said, "I'm truly grateful to both of you for coming all this way today. Ms. Qu, you just mentioned that this 'tofu block' costs 2700. What kind of 'tofu block' do you think would be best for us to publish?" Although Cheng Min spoke with a Northeastern accent, she possessed a very intellectual air and spoke softly, unlike the loud voices of typical Northeastern women. Cao Shan found this woman to be very feminine.

Qu Yan then explained with a smile, "Manager Cheng, you see, in the office equipment category, the common investment is one unit, which is what you referred to as a 'tofu block.' The biggest advantage of this is the low investment. But there are also drawbacks. Look at this page." As she spoke, Qu Yan turned to a page densely packed with about ten "tofu blocks." She said, "If that's the case, your company's chances of getting noticed are smaller. Now, take another look." With that, Qu Yan used her slender fingers to turn to a new page. Continuing her introduction, Qu Yan said, "This page has many small ads, but look, this company has four units. The first point of focus is immediately different. Look again." She then picked up the Yellow Pages again, flipping through the pages from back to front, saying, "Most people flip through the Yellow Pages like this, so the most eye-catching option is our full-width ad, and the price is 16 times that of a small ad. And you see," Qu Yan explained to Cheng Min as she flipped through the book, "there aren't any full-width ads in your industry yet, which is a significant business opportunity for you."

After listening to Qu Yan's explanation, Cheng Min chuckled and said, "Ms. Cheng is truly excellent material for business discussions; you've really tempted me. Well, since the general manager just left, let's discuss it further and then I'll give you an answer. Is that alright?"

Qu Yan had already felt that the chance of signing a contract today was hopeless after seeing Erlong leave, but this couldn't be forced, so she got up to take her leave.

As soon as Cao Shan and Qu Yan left, Cheng Min called her husband's cell phone, yelling, "Erlong, where are you going?"

"Didn't I tell you? Socializing, socializing. Can't we talk about it later?" Erlong's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Socializing my ass! Did you go see that vixen again? You only like skinny, small girls like tofu cutlets, and you don't even want me, this big, strong guy?!" Cheng Min knew where her husband was.

The person on the other end was also quite impatient, "What are you yelling about? I'm driving! You'd be happy if you crashed a car, wouldn't you? Stop talking nonsense, I'll talk to you when I get home tonight."

"Fine! I'm busy at the company all day, while you're out partying. Erlong, just keep messing around, you'll ruin the family sooner or later. Don't come back, just stay with that slut!" Cheng Min got angrier and angrier.

"Fine, fine, you said it. Take good care of the company. And you decide on the advertising yourself."

Cheng Min was annoyed by Erlong's words. She angrily slammed the phone down and threw it on the table. She didn't even realize that tears were streaming down her face. She cursed inwardly: Fine, I'll decide for myself. I'll give you a good one!

Qu Yan and Cao Shan walked out of the building. Only then did Qu Yan realize she hadn't filled out the client meeting form. This form was supposed to be a free information form, asking clients to fill in their address and phone number, ostensibly for free company contact information, but really just to prove the salesperson had met her. But then Qu Yan received another call from a client asking her to come over. After hanging up the phone, Qu Yan said to Cao Shan, "Cao Shan, go back and have Manager Cheng fill out this form, then take it back to the company for Bob. I have something else to do, so I'll trouble you."

Cao Shan smiled at Qu Yan and said, "Oh? Old classmate, don't be so formal. I really learned something today. You taught me a lot of client negotiation skills. This is nothing. You go ahead and do your work." After saying goodbye to Qu Yan, Cao Shan returned to Cheng Min's company alone.

When the receptionist led him into the general manager's office, she noticed that Cheng Min seemed a little downcast, but upon seeing Cao Shan, she immediately put on a friendly smile and said, "Cao Shan, right? What's wrong?" Cao Shan noticed that although she was smiling, her eyes were red.

"Oh, Manager Cheng, it's like this, we always keep a contact form for clients when we meet them. Please fill in your company's address and phone number, and we will publish your information for free," Cao Shan explained mechanically.

Cheng Min didn't seem to care much, smiling and saying, "Okay, give it to me, I'll fill it out for you." Cao Shan hurriedly took out a contact form from his bag and handed it to Cheng Min. He noticed that Cheng Min's hands were long, slender, and fair; they were very beautiful.

Cheng Min filled out the form. She could have delegated this to her secretary, or simply told Cao Shan, "You have my business card, fill it out yourself," or even just refused him outright. But she didn't want to be alone in the office; even just having a stranger with her for a while would be nice. As Cheng Min filled it out, she noticed Cao Shan's hand trembling on the edge of the desk. Looking up, she was surprised to find Cao Shan staring down at her neckline. Today, Cheng Min was wearing a deep V-neck sweater, with a bra underneath. She wasn't the fat or muscular type; she was tall and slender. However, now that she was married and no longer young, she had a touch of mature womanly curves. Her breasts weren't full, but they were white and smooth, very attractive to men.

Cao Shan was greedily spying on Cheng Min when she suddenly looked up, their eyes meeting. Startled, Cao Shan quickly looked away, cold sweat pouring from his pores. Cheng Min, however, saw shyness and cuteness in Cao Shan's panicked and embarrassed gaze. She hadn't seen that kind of shy look in a man's eyes for years. A sudden pang of guilt struck her. Thinking of her husband's infidelity, she wondered why she couldn't indulge herself. Before, her social circle was her husband's; he was the breadwinner, she was the homemaker, and everyone she knew, her husband knew too. As her youth faded, her husband's passion for her vanished. To outsiders, she was a tall, intelligent, and beautiful young woman, but who knew that she and her husband hadn't been intimate for over six months? Because of her narrow social circle, she hadn't considered any extreme actions to retaliate against her husband or release her own pent-up desires. But Cao Shan's burning gaze not only restored her confidence as a woman seeking pleasure, but also sparked a little scheme within her.

"Little brother, what are you looking at? Do you think your older sister is getting old?" Cheng Min asked with a smile. Cao Shan

breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she wasn't angry, but when he heard her ask him that, he panicked again. Seeing Cao Shan's flustered appearance, Cheng Min giggled at his cuteness and found the young man even more adorable. She then asked, "You just graduated, right? How much do you earn a month now?"

"N-not much, less than a thousand yuan a month in base salary," Cao Shan said hurriedly, rubbing his hands together.

"Then, if I do this advertisement with you, wouldn't that be very helpful for you?" Cheng Min leaned forward slightly.

"Yes, yes, during our internship, if we close one deal, we can become full-time," Cao Shan said excitedly.

"Okay, then I'll help you achieve your goal, alright?" Hearing Cheng Min's words, Cao Shan was initially happy, but then hesitated, saying, "That's good, but you're my colleague's client. Would it be appropriate for me to do this?"

Cheng Min smiled slightly and said, "Do you know the English for business? 'If one dies, you die.' The business world is a life-or-death struggle. I've made it so clear. You and your colleague agree, and I'll sign the contract with you. And I've decided, I want to do full-length ads." Cheng Min looked at the handsome yet reserved young man with a smile, feeling as if she were playing a fun game where she held the initiative. Finally, she raised an eyebrow and gave Cao Shan a very flirtatious wink, softly saying, "Let me tell you, seize even the smallest opportunity. Don't let the fat meat slip through your fingers."

Cao Shan was stunned by Cheng Min's look. He was bewildered, unable to understand what that look meant. Did this female boss like him? Impossible! She has such a good temperament, how could she like a young upstart like him? She quickly replied, "Oh, I know, I know."

Cheng Min handed the form to Cao Shan, smiling as she stood up to see him off. Seeing that Cao Shan was much shorter than her, and noticing the gleam in his eyes when he heard she was 1.81 meters tall, she couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. At the door, she asked, "Little brother, do you like tall women?" Cao Shan had never encountered anything like this before, and didn't dare turn his head. After thinking for a moment, he nodded slightly. Cheng Min looked at his back; so thin, yet so strong, especially that youthful energy, which was her favorite. So she said, "That's good, little brother. Once you've got this ad sorted out for me, I have even more to give you, okay?"

Emerging from the building, Cao Shan was drenched in sweat. He hadn't expected this female client to say such things. Given his experience and understanding of women, he couldn't tell if she was teasing him or telling the truth. He then realized his erection was quite prominent, hastily covering it with his bag, thinking, "I'll just have to play it safe."

Back at the company, he handed in the contact form and, seeing it was almost time, left. He didn't want to face Bob, and even more so, he feared Yang Fan trying to get him to chat. Looking out at the clear sky and warm sunshine, the autumn weather filled him with joy. Regardless, he had successfully met a client today, even though many unexpected things had happened; it was still valuable experience. Could sales really involve physical relationships? He was a little scared, but for a man who masturbated all day, a woman's body was very attractive—any kind would do!

He walked along, lost in thought, until he'd unknowingly walked a block. He noticed a white Citro?n Fukang parked on the side of the road not far ahead, with a tall, short-haired woman kicking a tire in frustration beside it. "Isn't that Shen Si?"

He rushed over and saw Shen Si anxiously making a phone call. "Hello, what?! The rescue truck is stuck on the Fourth Ring Road?

Please, do you only have one rescue truck? I have something urgent to do right now, I can't leave the car here, an hour? Oh my god, it's going to take that long, I might as well not come at all! Okay, hurry up!" Seeing Shen Si hang up the phone in frustration, Cao Shan approached her. "Christie, what's wrong? Did your car break down?"

Shen Si turned around, saw it was Cao Shan, and said anxiously, "Oh, Shine. Yes, I don't know what happened to the car, it won't move or start, but I have to attend a banquet, and I'm going to be late, but the rescue truck still hasn't arrived." Shen Si was so anxious that she stomped her feet. Perhaps because of the social engagement, Shen Si was dressed exceptionally beautifully today. Her short hair, which exuded elegance, had been restyled, and she was wearing a tight-fitting bright blue evening dress, revealing one shoulder, which accentuated her slender neck and beautiful collarbone, exuding a fair and sexy aura. The hem of her skirt hugged her alluring body, revealing her curves: a smooth abdomen, a vase-shaped waist and hips, and long, shapely legs encased in flesh-colored stockings. Her beautiful feet wore casual yet sexy soft leather flat shoes on black patent leather. Only women with long legs and confidence in their figures would dare to wear such shoes; otherwise, without the visual elongation of heels, flat shoes would make legs appear shorter. However, Shen Si's long, straight legs paired with these sexy shoes were exceptionally suitable, further enhancing her already beautiful and tall figure. Shen Si was so beautiful, yet she seemed out of place in her surroundings.

Seeing Shen Si anxiously checking her watch, Cao Shan thought for a moment and said, "Christie, how about I watch the car for you? You can pick it up after the banquet, it won't delay your business."

Hearing this, Shen Si's eyes lit up, but she immediately shook her head, saying, "Thank you, but no need. You have your own things to do, go ahead, I'll figure something out."

"I'm fine. Seeing how anxious you are, I'm free, it's no problem," Cao Shan explained with a smile.

But Shen Si still refused, "Really, Shine, thank you, I'll figure it out myself." After saying that, Shen Si picked up her phone and started making calls again, this time asking friends to watch the car for her. But after calling several, either they couldn't come or they were busy.

Cao Shan understood; it wasn't that she was afraid of bothering him, it was clearly that she didn't trust him. Of course, he was from out of town and had only been with the company for less than a month, why should they trust him? Thinking of this, Cao Shan was somewhat disappointed and was about to leave, seeing Shen Si like an ant on a hot plate. So, Cao Shan took out his ID card from his wallet and handed it to Shen Si, saying, "Christie, I really want to help you. This is my ID card. It can't run away, and you have my phone number too. I promise I won't turn it off until you come back." Graduates always retain a bit of innocence and authenticity from their school days, and this is what most easily moves those who have been working in society for years and have become numb.

Seeing the ID card Cao Shan handed her, Shen Si felt a little embarrassed. She smiled awkwardly and explained, "No, that's not what I meant. This, this, haha." She laughed self-deprecatingly and continued, "How could I accept this?" Shen

Si wanted to accept it but didn't know how. She didn't want to hurt this young man's enthusiasm, but she really didn't trust Cao Shan. Even if he didn't take the car after it was fixed, and she couldn't find it, even if he didn't take it, she couldn't stand him taking away a radio or stealing some small gadget from her car.

Cao Shan smiled and handed her his ID card, then pointed to his wrist and said, "If you don't leave now, it'll be too late."

Shen Si didn't care about anything else. This banquet was very important; she would meet some important people. If she was delayed, she might lose this car and not be able to recover it. She gritted her teeth, thanked Cao Shan, hailed a taxi, and left.

Cao Shan sat in the car, feeling extremely excited. This was the first time he had ever sat in the driver's seat alone. In his small city, his parents had decent jobs, but they were still working-class. Even in Beijing, they only occasionally took taxis.

But now, sitting in the car, holding the steering wheel, imagining that this was his own car, he happily touched this and pressed that.

He saw a CD on the center console, Xuecun's "Northeasterners Are All Living Lei Fengs." This CD had just been released and was incredibly popular, but Cao Shan wasn't interested. He turned on the radio, which played Wang Leehom's new song "The Only One," which was quite good.

After waiting for about an hour and a half, the tow truck arrived, fixed the car, and drove off. Cao Shan continued waiting for Shen Si in the car. At first, he found it novel and fun, but later it turned into a long and arduous wait. Unable to bear it any longer, he crawled into the back seat and went to sleep.

The banquet Shen Si attended was hosted by Jeff. There were many returnees from overseas and his classmates from his studies abroad, most of whom were successful in their careers. Many men at the banquet fawned over her. Although Shen Si wasn't a conventionally beautiful woman, her tall figure and gentle yet capable demeanor easily won over men. She met Jeff's wife, the 1.9-meter-tall woman, Wang Yimei. Sure enough, she looked remarkably like the volleyball star Wang Yimei, with slanted eyes and a pouty mouth. She was tall and strong, with fair skin as her advantage. Of course, if her enormous buttocks, which matched her height and outshone all other women, could be considered femininity, then perhaps that was an advantage. Wang Yimei's broad, white shoulders were exposed, her large body wrapped in a bright red evening gown, making her look like a man in drag. She chuckled inwardly; no wonder Jeff always seemed so appreciative during sex. With such a tigress at home, it was no wonder he had no interest.

A man named Jim got along very well with Shen Si, and Shen Si also felt a certain attraction to him. Jim was the president of marketing at Microsoft, holding the power of life and death over advertising. He was rumored to be unmarried and a highly eligible bachelor. Jim was immediately attracted to Shen Si's elegant demeanor, and Shen Si also had a good impression of him. However, out of respect for Jeff, she didn't want to become too familiar with Jim. But in Shen Si's heart, this man was good; his looks and demeanor made him a presentable boyfriend, and as for work, if she could secure a deal with Microsoft, it would be substantial.

It was past 11 PM when the banquet ended. Jim drove Shen Si home in his Mercedes E350, kindly dropping her off at her building before driving away. Once home, Shen Si calmed down and realized something was wrong. She suddenly remembered her car was still at the company. She quickly changed into jeans and sneakers and ran out of the house.

In the taxi, Shen Si repeatedly dialed Cao Shan's cell phone. It rang, but no one answered. She kept urging the driver to go faster. Shen Si started to panic. A Citro?n Fukang was worth the price of a Peugeot 408 in 2001. She couldn't help but wonder if Cao Shan was really a conman. In Beijing, where could one find such an innocent-hearted person? She regretted trusting him so easily and even considered calling the police. When the taxi arrived at her destination, she found it parked on the side of the road, which reassured her. Approaching, she found Cao Shan asleep in the back seat.

The Beijing night was already quite cold at the end of September. Looking through the car window at Cao Shan curled up in a ball, Shen Si felt a surge of emotion.

She knocked on the window to wake Cao Shan. The moment she opened the car door, Shen Si smelled a scent she had never smelled before in her car—a faint smell of sweat mixed with some other odor, the unique scent of a young man with high hormone levels. She couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Christie, you're back? The car's fixed, you can drive it home now, I'm going home."

Cao Shan rubbed his eyes and climbed out of the car, the autumn night wind making him shiver.

"No, Shine, thank you so much. I'm so sorry, it's so late, let me take you home."

Looking at the sleepy-eyed young man in front of her, Shen Si felt a surge of affection. She realized that although Cao Shan resembled her ex-boyfriend, it wasn't all she felt for him. Most of the men she knew were polite, or to put it nicely, gentlemen; to put it bluntly, pretentious and affectedly reserved, lacking a certain masculine spirit. But Cao Shan was different. He was thin, but he exuded boundless energy—the capital of youth. Those middle-aged men, no matter how much they took care of themselves or exercised, could never become young men again.

When Cao Shan heard Shen Si offer to drive him home, he quickly waved his hand and said, "No need, my home is too far from here, it wouldn't be good to keep you waiting. How about this, I'll take a taxi back, and you can reimburse me tomorrow."

"Get in!" Shen Si ordered with a smile. She was touched by Cao Shan and felt ashamed of her distrust of him that afternoon. In their advertising company, many of the sales staff were low-quality, low-educated people from out of town because the entry requirements were low. But Cao Shan wasn't like that. He was sincere, straightforward, and even had a touch of artistic flair, which Shen Si liked very much. She even had the urge to spend more time with him, wanting to relive the feeling of when she first graduated.

Shen Si drove north, almost past Tiantongyuan, before turning left onto a bumpy, narrow road. She drove on for a while in the darkness before stopping at a bus stop.

"Hehe, we're here. That's where I live. Thank you for driving me back," Cao Shan said with a smile, pointing to a dark, dilapidated two-story building ahead.

"Oh, I should thank you, thank you so much. Well, I'm off." Shen Si turned the car around and drove into the city. All the way, she kept thinking about the dilapidated little building Cao Shan had pointed to. Not a single light was on; it stood alone amidst the rubble and wasteland, surrounded by a locked iron market and various dark, dilapidated bungalows, all closed and dark. She had never imagined Cao Shan lived in such conditions. Shen Si, a top student who had smoothly transitioned into a good job, earned a good income, and rented a nice place after graduation, how could she understand the humble and impoverished lives of these graduates from shabby universities, kicked into society with no support? She and Cao Shan were from two completely different classes living in this city.

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