Falling in Love with Your Feet (1-35) Author: Hu Zhou

Word count: 80633 (1-35)

Chapter 1

The morning light streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Zhou Yang's sharply defined face. He was still fast asleep, while An Qi was already awake. She stared blankly at Zhou Yang's slightly upturned chin for a while, until he began to mumble as if waking up, stretching his arms, before turning away and pretending to be asleep again.

Her back was bare, gleaming like silk, its lines quite alluring. But she knew it held no attraction for Zhou Yang. Now, Zhou Yang's hand reached for her waist, then slowly slid down. He was caressing her thighs, then her calves… When a deep kiss landed on the instep of her foot, she knew Zhou Yang's eyes had opened…

"Little sleepyhead, wake up!" Zhou Yang sat up halfway against the headboard, picked up a cigarette, and lit it.
Anqi turned around and looked at Zhou Yang's chin again. "Don't pick me up this weekend, I might have to work overtime."
Zhou Yang grunted in response, his gaze seemingly fixed ahead through the wisps of smoke. Anqi knew he was most likely looking at her feet.

"Zhou Yang..."

"Hmm?"

"Do you love me?"

Zhou Yang stubbed out his cigarette, smiled, and turned around. "What do you think?"

"I don't know."

Zhou Yang looked Anqi up and down. Her face was fair and round, just like her body. But she wasn't exactly beautiful; at least Zhou Yang knew that what attracted him to Anqi was her slender, sexy feet, not her face.

Zhou Yang suddenly smiled. He lowered his head to kiss Anqi, but she turned her head away...

***

He put Anqi on the airline shuttle bus and waved goodbye to her. Anqi's colleagues, a group of lovely and pretty flight attendants, waved to him cheerfully. Anqi looked at him, her face expressionless.

"Why are women always so sentimental..." Zhou Yang muttered as he returned to his car, glancing at his reflection in the rearview mirror. It was the face of a twenty-seven-year-old man. Not particularly handsome, but very masculine. Zhou Yang winked at himself and grinned. He needed to appear cheerful and confident; it was a professional requirement.

At 1:00, Zhou Yang shoved his attendance card into the time clock at Crown Commercial Gifts Co., Ltd.
"Manager Zhou, General Manager Hao wants you to go to his office first!" The receptionist, sipping her carton of milk, blinked her big eyes at him.

Zhou Yang nodded and glanced at the girl. Her eyes were indeed large and alluring. But unfortunately, she had short, thick legs. Therefore, she would never be able to charm Zhou Yang.

When Hao Datou saw Zhou Yang enter, he seriously observed his complexion. "Dark circles under your eyes, you overdid it last night!"

Zhou Yang sat down opposite him. "You're the same, haven't you found another good place?"

Hao Datou chuckled and pushed a letter in front of him. "Take a look at this first." "
Amy's resigning?"

"She's going abroad to be with her husband. Why did she suddenly make this decision?"

Zhou Yang pushed the letter back. "It's only natural for couples to reunite. What's so strange about that?"
"Don't you want to try to keep her?"

Zhou Yang shrugged. "Her tone in the letter was so resolute, why should I try to keep her?"

"Aren't you two..."

"We're colleagues, nothing more!" Zhou Yang stood up, took a few steps towards the door, then turned back and asked, "Amy's gone, who's going to manage her staff?" "

You'll manage them for now!"

"Me?" Zhou Yang laughed. "Then you'll have to give me a raise!"

"You wish! Didn't you hear me say 'for now'? Someone will naturally take Amy's place!"

"Oh? Who is it?"

Hao Datou waved his hand. "That's under HR, I don't know!"

Amy's office door was open, and she was writing something when Zhou Yang walked in. Thirty-year-old Amy was tall and slender, not beautiful, but she knew how to dress herself well. She was a workaholic, with the demeanor of a strong woman, but also very feminine.

Strictly speaking, Amy was Zhou Yang's competitor. The company's sales department was divided in two, with Amy and Zhou Yang each leading a team. Every month, the two teams had to fight tooth and nail for sales performance. For more than half a year, the two didn't say a word to each other when they met, and even had a few big arguments over who should receive the goods from the supplier first.
The more the two competed, the happier Hao Datou was. With the sales performance of the two departments rising one after the other, he, as the boss, was naturally the most comfortable. So Hao Datou not only did not try to ease the tension between the two, but also deliberately fanned the flames behind their backs.

But this pair of sworn enemies actually ended up sleeping in the same bed one day...

That happened last winter. A supplier in another city had a quality issue, affecting both Zhou Yang and Amy's business. So they flew there together. After the business was finished, a once-in-a-century snowstorm hit, halting flights and trains.

So they ate together, went to bars, and drank. Then, fueled by alcohol, they slept together…

Zhou Yang's standards for women were always high, yet simple: long, sexy legs and slender, fair feet were all he needed. Amy wasn't pretty, but she had long legs and slender feet.

That day, Amy discovered Zhou Yang's fetish and asked, "Do you have a foot fetish?"

"Yes!" Zhou Yang answered frankly; he never thought his fetish was shameful.
"Being your girlfriend must be exhausting."

"Huh?"

Amy laughed, "Because she doesn't know if you like her as a person or her feet."
Zhou Yang thought for a moment and laughed too. Amy was a very mature woman; she was good at expressing her thoughts, which was part of her charm.

That day, Zhou Yang also learned some about Amy's private life. Her husband had been in the US for five years and had a very good job. She could go to America to reunite with her husband anytime, but she hesitated to leave.

"Your husband must have another woman over there, right?"

"Yes!" Amy answered frankly, adding, "I also had a boyfriend here, but we broke up last month."

Seeing a hint of sadness in Amy's eyes, Zhou Yang said, "Are you thinking of going to America?"

Amy glanced at him but didn't answer.

From that day on, their relationship completely improved, but they never slept together again. Hao Datou didn't understand why these two sworn enemies had suddenly reconciled. His manly intuition told him that Zhou Yang had won Amy over, but no matter how much he threatened or bribed him, Zhou Yang refused to tell the truth, because he had promised Amy he would keep the secret.

Now that Amy had finally decided to leave, Zhou Yang found himself feeling a little lost…

Hearing footsteps, Amy looked up. Seeing it was Zhou Yang, she smiled, "You know?"

Zhou Yang nodded, "Finally made up your mind?"

"Yes!"

"I wish you happiness!" Zhou Yang extended his hand to Amy.

Amy grasped his hand, a blush rising on her cheeks. "Are you free tonight?" she asked.

"Uh... I have a client engagement tonight, so..."

Amy smiled slightly, "Never mind then."

Zhou Yang hesitated, finally saying, "How about we find somewhere to have a drink later?"
"No!" Amy shook her head, "I've been going to bed early lately."

"Oh... never mind then..."

Leaving Amy's office, Zhou Yang slapped himself on the face. "What was I thinking? Why did I reject her? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Despite some regret, Zhou Yang trusted his intuition. Since his first reaction was rejection, it meant he didn't want a final physical encounter with Amy.

Perhaps leaving a little regret and lingering attachment was what he truly desired...

Back in his office, he had barely sat down when someone knocked on the door.

"Manager Zhou, I... I have something to report to you..." Wang Dehai looked tense, his upper body slightly hunched.

Zhou Yang frowned. Wang Dehai said he had something to report, so he must have messed up some deal again.

"Go ahead!"

"The Yinfeng contract... I can't sign it..."

"Didn't you say yesterday that there was no problem? Why are you saying it's not possible today?"

Wang Dehai wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying with a slightly aggrieved tone, "I don't know... Originally, there was no problem, but just now... just now when I called, that Ms. Zhang said she wouldn't consider signing the contract for the time being..."

Zhou Yang sighed, "Old Wang, you must have made a mistake somewhere again. Never mind, just transfer all the Yinfeng customer information to me, I'll handle this deal for you!"

"Thank you, Manager Zhou! Thank you, Manager Zhou!"

Watching Wang Dehai's departing figure, Zhou Yang shook his head helplessly.

This middle-aged man, nearly fifty years old and recently laid off from a state-owned enterprise, was a distant relative of Hao Datou. Hao Datou assigned Wang Dehai to Zhou Yang's company for two reasons: first, their relationship was very close; second, other departments required at least a college diploma, while Wang Dehai's actual education was only a vocational school graduate.

Zhou Yang only took Wang Dehai in because of Hao Datou's influence. Think about it, which company's sales department would want a middle-aged man laid off from a state-owned enterprise? He's old, slow to react, and has poor learning ability; he won't be able to generate results anywhere.

Chapter Two

At 2 PM, Zhou Yang sat in the meeting room of Yinfeng Investment Co., Ltd.

He had spent considerable effort securing this meeting opportunity; judging from Ms. Zhang's tone, she was utterly disillusioned with their company. The meeting room door opened. "Sorry! I have a meeting soon, so I can only give you five minutes. Get to the point quickly!" Ms. Zhang's expression was extremely cold; she didn't even look at the business card Zhou Yang offered, nor did she return her own.

Zhou Yang had encountered this situation countless times in his sales career, and he knew how to handle it.
"Ms. Zhang, I'm only here to hear your opinions on our company in person, so please allow me to speak for these five minutes!"

Ms. Zhang glanced at Zhou Yang, then at his business card. "In that case, I'll get straight to the point. Your company..."

Zhou Yang wore a sincere smile, but his ears weren't really listening. Ms. Zhang was under

thirty, not pretty, and wearing no makeup. Her skin was a bit dark, and she had freckles on her nose. Her hair was casually tied back with a single rubber band, and there were specks of dandruff on her shoulders. Could you imagine she was the head of the marketing department at a multinational investment company? But Zhou Yang had seen countless female executives like her.

In the workplace, a woman's ability is often inversely proportional to her appearance. Beautiful female executives do exist, but they are rare; most beautiful women are relegated to the role of decorative objects at the company's front desk.

Five minutes passed quickly, but Ms. Zhang showed no sign of stopping. Zhou Yang continued to listen attentively, knowing that her complaints had essentially become an emotional outburst. "It's all work pressure," he thought, "you have to understand her. If you take her words seriously and get angry, then you're not suited for sales; you should change careers as soon as possible."

Finally, Ms. Zhang finished venting. She touched her nose, which was already sweating.

"Manager Zhou," she said, "although that salesperson surnamed Wang left a very bad impression on me, your performance showed me your company's sincerity. How about this, you first draft a contract and fax it to me. If there are no problems with your service terms, let's sign the contract in the next few days!"

Zhou Yang was slightly taken aback. Ms. Zhang's change of heart was expected, but he hadn't anticipated her so readily agreeing. Did their company no longer use a price comparison process?

"Actually, your company is more competitive than other companies in terms of both the samples you provided and the prices you quoted
. If it weren't for that salesman Wang

's nonsensical talk, I would have signed a contract with him long ago." At this point, Zhou Yang had to ask what had happened. "Can you tell me what he said to you?"

Ms. Zhang suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. "He told me that your company can make everything except airplanes and cannons… Think about it, if it were you, would you feel comfortable cooperating with someone who talks nonsense like that?"

Zhou Yang felt a wave of embarrassment.

Actually, he had said this during a sales training session, meaning to assure the salespeople that the company was capable of producing all kinds of commercial gifts, so they could confidently take orders. He hadn't expected that Comrade Wang Dehai would relay this verbatim to the client. This guy couldn't just be described as stupid; he was simply…

Leaving Yinfeng Company, Zhou Yang walked towards the parking lot across the street while dialing Hao Datou's number.
"I told you your relative can't work for me anymore. If he keeps going, he'll ruin our Crown brand!"

"Calm down! Calm down! I know I've caused you trouble, I apologize!" Hao Datou apologized repeatedly.

"And you, couldn't you find him another job? Sales isn't for someone like him!"
"Sigh! If I could find him a suitable job, would I be bothering you? My distant brother-in-law can't hold down a job anywhere for more than a few days before being kicked back. Brother! Help me out, if you don't help me, no one else will!"
Zhou Yang was speechless. He hung up the phone and was about to put it in his pocket when he suddenly stopped.

Not far ahead, a slender young woman was sitting on a bench by the street, talking on the phone. A pink outfit hugged her slender figure, the knee-length skirt revealing long, shapely legs clad in flesh-colored stockings. Her ankles were delicate and sexy, accentuated by a pair of exquisite high heels that shimmered alluringly in the afternoon sunlight…
Zhou

Yang's eyes widened instantly; such beautiful legs were irresistibly attractive to him. A few seconds later, he quickly glanced around, then picked up his phone, pretending to text, and slowly moved closer to the young woman.

He would secretly take pictures of any legs he saw that caught his eye, and today was no exception. While it was a bit unethical, it was far more civilized than those guys who would stick their phones under skirts.

The young woman was engrossed in her phone call and didn't notice Zhou Yang loitering beside her.

A few minutes later, Zhou Yang had taken over a dozen photos from different angles. Just as he was about to leave, satisfied, he heard a stern female voice behind him: "Sir! What are you taking pictures of?"

Zhou Yang jumped in fright and quickly turned around. He saw a tall, beautiful woman with big eyes, fair skin, and long hair staring at him angrily.

"Uh… I… I didn't take any pictures…" Zhou Yang's first reaction was to deny it, while simultaneously shoving his phone into his pocket.

"I saw it! You were taking pictures of her legs! You're disgusting!"

Zhou Yang's face flushed red instantly. After years of upskirt photography, he'd finally been caught red-handed, and by a young, beautiful girl no less! This was incredibly humiliating.
But Zhou Yang quickly regained his composure. As a sales elite, he possessed extraordinary composure in the face of unexpected situations. "Don't talk nonsense! I was clearly texting, not taking pictures of her!"
"Nonsense? Give me your phone!" The beautiful girl righteously held out her hand to Zhou Yang.

"Nonsense! Why should I show you my phone?" Zhou Yang's face hardened. It wasn't that he was bluffing; he'd noticed that this stunningly beautiful woman was wearing enormous white sneakers. In his eyes, even the most beautiful woman with big feet was an absolute freak. He never gave women with big feet a friendly look.

"You won't take it out, huh? Fine! I'm calling the police right now!" The pretty girl blocked Zhou Yang's path while taking out her phone and dialing 110...

"Are you kidding me? I didn't do anything indecent, why are you calling the police?" Seeing the pretty girl's move, Zhou Yang panicked again. If the police came, he would have no choice but to hand over his phone.

The pretty girl ignored Zhou Yang because the call had already gone through.

"Hello! 110? I caught a pervert. Yes, he's near the Encounter parking lot, yes! Send someone over quickly..."

Zhou Yang was about to vomit blood. He hated big-footed women more than anything, and he never expected to fall into the trap of a big-footed woman. It was infuriating! But now he had thought of a way to deal with it, so he sneered and started shaking his right leg wildly. Why shake his right leg? Because his phone was in his right pocket, and he was currently deleting photos from memory in his pocket. Shaking his right leg was to cover up his real actions.

At this moment, the young woman walked over and tugged at the pretty girl, saying, "Jingjing! Let's go..."

"Sister-in-law, don't be afraid! You absolutely can't back down from these thugs! The more afraid you are, the more rampant they'll become!"

The young woman glanced at Zhou Yang and said softly, "I don't think he... seems like that kind of person..."

The pretty girl's eyebrows shot up: "These days, all thugs are hypocritical like him!"

Zhou Yang had already deleted the photos. Hearing the pretty girl's words, he laughed, "I say, have you suffered some kind of trauma? How do you know that these days, all thugs are like me?"

"I..." The pretty girl hesitated for a moment, "Anyway, I just know!"

Zhou Yang pursed his lips, about to tease her a few more times, when he heard two police sirens behind him. Turning around, he saw a patrol car slowly approaching.

"Officer, it's him! He secretly took pictures of my sister-in-law with his phone!" The pretty girl ran over and pointed at Zhou Yang, shouting loudly.

A middle-aged policeman got out of his car, approached Zhou Yang, and beckoned with his index finger: "Give me your phone!"
Zhou Yang handed over his phone with a "wronged" expression.

A few minutes later, the policeman looked up, glanced at Zhou Yang, then at the pretty girl: "There are no photos on your phone..."

"Huh?" The pretty girl was dumbfounded.

The policeman looked at Zhou Yang again, "You secretly deleted them, didn't you?"

Zhou Yang immediately shook his head: "No, no! I didn't take any photos at all!" "

Oh! You were deleting photos when you were shaking your leg just now? You're so shameless!" The pretty girl suddenly realized.

The policeman shrugged, handed the phone back to Zhou Yang, and turned to walk towards the police car.

"Arrest him! He was secretly taking pictures of my sister-in-law!" the pretty girl shouted after him.

"Little sister, how can I arrest someone without evidence?" The policeman got back into his car, slammed the door shut, the siren blared twice, and the police car turned around and drove away...

Chapter 3

Zhou Yang was secretly delighted. "Hmph! Trying to mess with me? You're still too green!"

But just as he was about to turn and leave, the pretty girl blocked his way again. "Don't go! Apologize to my sister-in-law!"

Zhou Yang's temper flared up instantly. He'd seen persistent pestering before, but never one this relentless. "Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

The young woman quickly pulled the pretty girl away. "Never mind, Jingjing..."

"No! He has to apologize to you!"

Zhou Yang waved his hand at the young woman. "Please let me through! She likes to be unreasonable, I'll play along, who's afraid of who!"

The young woman said, "Sigh! You should be more magnanimous as a man, don't argue with her."

"He's a man, does he even deserve to be called a man?"

Zhou Yang brought his face close to the pretty girl's. "Do you think you deserve to be called a woman?"

"What do I not deserve?" The pretty girl put her hands on her hips, her ample breasts trembling beneath her tight t-shirt. Any other man would have had a nosebleed, but Zhou Yang was completely immune to her.

"Look at your feet!" Zhou Yang pointed to the pretty girl's white sneakers.

"What's wrong with my feet?" The pretty girl puffed out her chest again.

"You're about 1.7 meters tall, right?"

"What's wrong? Are you insecure?"

Zhou Yang scoffed. "I'm 1.8 meters tall and insecure, and you're 1.7 meters?"

"Then what are you trying to say?"

"Your feet! They must be over size 40, right? Girls who are 1.7 meters tall usually only wear size 37 at most!
Look at you, not tall and with such big feet, you're deformed, you know that?"

"What?" The pretty girl's nose immediately crooked.

"What? Did I say something wrong? Do you know what we men call women like you? Big-footed monsters!"
*Thump*

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