One night's stand isn't enough, let's have multiple nights! 13

The next day at noon, the sun shone brightly. I followed Bing Shan to Meilongzhen Square and met her childhood sweetheart. The moment I saw him, I was happy for Bing Shan. He was holding a bouquet of fresh roses, radiating a sense of security that I couldn't catch up to even barefoot. Bing Shan introduced him to me, saying, "This is Xiao Yi, my best friend in Beijing, whom I've often told you about." The man sincerely extended his warm and generous hand to me, saying, "I know I still owe you a seafood feast." I was taken aback. Bing Shan waved the roses she had just received at me. I immediately recalled that night in Beijing when I gave Bing Shan roses on the street, and quickly grasped his hand, saying, "I really should have said it was a Manchu Han Imperial Feast back then."

I felt a little lost entrusting Bing Shan to any man, no matter how good he was. It felt like a brother watching his sister get married. Luckily, the man knew nothing about Bing Shan's past with me, but he understood the kind of relationship we had. When he saw me off that day, he told me not to worry. Bing Shan wasn't used to being so clingy when I was around, and I had to push her towards that man from time to time. I knew it wouldn't be good if I got involved any further. While that man was in the restroom, I told Bing Shan that I planned to go to Hangzhou alone tomorrow and spend the night at Lao Pei's place. I would pick up my things at the hotel later and then leave. Bing Shan looked at me with blinking eyes and only said one sentence: "A good brother is loyal."

I arrived in Hangzhou a little after 1 PM. The joyful atmosphere permeating the streets made me realize that coming on this long holiday was absolutely the right decision. However, finding a suitable hotel was incredibly difficult. It wasn't until 4 PM, after countless calls, that I finally settled on one costing a little over 300 yuan. As soon as I got there, I habitually opened my laptop, connected to the phone line, and checked my emails. When I saw my sister's new email address in my inbox, I almost did a backflip. I rubbed my hands together, closed my eyes, then opened them again, and opened the email I had been waiting for so long. Relying on my pitiful English skills and the adorable Kingsoft PowerWord, I knew my sister was telling me she was doing well, studying at a language school in Osaka, but feeling very uncomfortable without friends. My sister said my letter had made her cry again, and that she would be relieved if I was truly as she described in the letter. She hadn't slept well for days. She said what she wanted was actually very simple: someone who loved her and whom she loved in return. But things in life are rarely perfect, so she dared not hope for more. However, she said her past weakness was gone, and now she knew what to do. Finally, she asked me when I planned to find another girlfriend, someone I could marry, and if I found one, I should tell her. Looking at those few short sentences, I had a strange feeling that my sister hadn't gone far. It was as if I was in Hangzhou and she was in Shanghai. I replied that I had left Beijing for a trip and was now in Hangzhou. I told her I didn't have any plans for a girlfriend at the moment, and that it had nothing to do with what happened between us. I said that if I couldn't treat another woman the way I treated you, I would never get married. There's one more thing I didn't write: I probably won't be able to treat another woman like that again, unless I suddenly lose my memory like the male protagonist in some movie.

After enjoying a large bowl of fragrant wontons by West Lake, I wandered alone along the lakeside, which was adorned with lights like a fairyland. The shimmering water washed away my recent chaotic thoughts. I sat by the lake, quietly lost in thought. I realized that loneliness could bring so much. I remembered that I hadn't called my family since my promotion, so I dialed home. My mom gave me a long scolding, followed by concerned inquiries. She asked about my personal life, and I told her I'd be too busy to think about such things. My dad grabbed the phone and talked for a while. When he learned I was at West Lake, he started reminiscing about when I was five and was taken there. I told him I was saving money to buy a house so they could come to Beijing for the winter. I said it was tough in the south without heating, and I'd try to get it settled by next year so I could spend more time with them. My dad was a little excited and said, "Son, you've really grown up." After hanging up, I thought I should cherish the things that were right beside me but that I had taken for granted.

On October 7th, I returned to Shanghai. Lao Pei had already booked my plane ticket for 6 AM the next morning. That evening, I met up with two other classmates who had just returned from a trip to go to a bar on Maoming South Road for one last indulgence. The chubby band performing a South Korean rap seemed to know that today was the last day of their good fortune, so they put on an extra energetic performance. The three of us old men swayed along among a group of young men and women in their early twenties. One of my classmates said he felt old, and I patted him on the shoulder and said, "What are you talking about? We've only just finished puberty!" Suddenly, the phone rang. I saw it was a Beijing number and went outside to answer it. It was my rented apartment... The property management of my apartment complex called. He asked where I was, and I said I was in Shanghai having fun. He then asked when I was coming back, and I said I'd be back tomorrow. What happened? The property management told me that a man and a group of people had been blocking my door all afternoon, banging on it and getting the neighbors fed up. Now the man had gone crazy and was trying to smash the door, but they had stopped him. I asked them what the man looked like, and according to the property management, he looked like a traitor. Damn it, they're crazy! I didn't do anything to them, and now they're coming to settle scores with me? I calmly told the property management that I knew the man and that they should tell him I'd go see him when I got back to Beijing tomorrow. If he dared to cause any more trouble, they should call the police.

If my sister were still in Beijing, I might have been able to tolerate the traitor, but I didn't expect him to hate me so much. After hanging up, my good mood from the past few days vanished instantly. I said goodbye to two classmates, making an excuse that I needed to prepare materials for a company meeting tomorrow, and then angrily went back to my hotel alone. My sister hasn't replied to my letters these past two days. After much deliberation, I decided not to tell her about this. I couldn't sleep again that night, thinking about how to deal with that mad dog tomorrow. I've been wondering how the traitor knew my home address. My sister definitely didn't tell him, so there's only one possibility: the traitor must have been following me or us. I smiled bitterly, hoping to avoid a fight tomorrow.

On the first morning after the long holiday, I arrived at the company on time during working hours. My colleagues all looked pale and exhausted, as if they were overworked. It seems that Chinese people are indeed not suited for long holidays. After the regrouping meeting, the receptionist said someone was looking for me. As I walked forward, I wondered if they were here so early. I hadn't even had my morning tea yet. This guy was really persistent. Just as I was thinking about how to move this scene downstairs, I was surprised to find that it wasn't a traitor who came to see me, but my sister's ugly classmate. The first thing she said to me was, "You're really audacious. Even after all this, you didn't even take a couple of days off to avoid it." I thought, "How did everyone on Earth know about this?" and scoffed, "Avoid my ass! This is a society governed by law. What can that bastard do to me?" She kept saying, "You—you!" I saw that she was getting a little agitated, so I gave her a wink and said, "Let's go. Let's talk in my office." As soon as I closed the door, Ugly Girl started yelling at me, saying, "Do you know how arrogant you are? Aren't you afraid? What about Halen? You'll ruin her life sooner or later. Listen to me, avoid her for a while. Don't see her husband for a while." I casually handed Ugly Girl a glass of water, lit the cigarette I'd been holding, and calmly said, "You probably don't know this, but first of all, I haven't told Halen about all this mess between him and me. Of course, you don't need to tell her either. I just want her to live a peaceful life over there. Besides, her husband almost broke into our house yesterday and blocked our door all afternoon. He's the one who wanted to come find me. I haven't settled accounts with him yet. Come on, let him come. I'm not afraid of anyone. I just want to see what he can do to me." After hearing this, Ugly Girl stared at me for a full 20 seconds before finally bursting into laughter. She gasped, "Your acting is really good, but it won't work in front of Halen's husband." I retorted irritably, "Acting skills my ass! My martial arts skills are much better! I can unleash the Foshan Shadowless Kick without wires. That bastard could try it without a problem!" Ugly Girl stopped laughing and said seriously, "I don't care how you want to deal with this situation, at least be careful and don't let her husband find her. Actually, you two should really avoid each other for a while. Why are you still in Beijing? Are you worried about her husband finding her?" Hearing this, a sudden feeling flashed through my mind. I didn't say anything, just stared at Ugly Girl until she started to get a little scared. She timidly said, "What's wrong? Even if you're trying to silence someone, don't kill an innocent person! I've always been on your side. I would never betray you, even if you killed me!"
I stood up, stubbed out my cigarette, and with the same ruthlessness Xu Pengfei used when interrogating Sister Jiang, I said to Ugly Girl, "Tell me quickly, is Halen back? Is she back from Japan? Tell me, tell me quickly! Do you know where she is?" Ugly Girl, unfazed, laughed and said with a grin, "Don't pretend in front of me. You've already figured out how to deal with her husband, so what are you nervous about? Are you afraid others will find out you're harboring a married woman? Then you should run far away!" Suddenly, it dawned on me—my sister was back! My sister was back! I trembled with excitement and grabbed Ugly Girl's hands, saying, "Have you seen her? When did she get back?" Ugly Girl cried out, "Ouch, you're hurting me!" "Let go! Let go!" I realized I'd lost my composure. After opening the door and making sure no one noticed what was happening in my room, I whispered to Ugly Girl, "I'm telling you, I just got back from Shanghai this morning. Halen really wasn't with me. She's back, have you seen her? By the way, you have to tell me what happened." Ugly Girl, feigning surprise, said, "Don't lie to me! She's back and she's not even looking for you? You're hiding her in Shanghai, aren't you?" I hurriedly put my index finger to my lips in a "shh" gesture, looked around, and whispered, "Keep it down, lady. I really didn't know she was back. Otherwise, I would have disappeared with her long ago, and I'd be so carefree, waiting to fight that idiot! Tell me what happened, or else..." I glanced at Pudding passing by the office, pointed at her, and said, "Otherwise, I'll tell him he raped you." Ugly Girl greeted Pudding cutely, like Chibi Maruko-chan. After Pudding walked away, looking completely bewildered, she whispered, "You really don't know?" I waved my hands impatiently and said, "Yeah, yeah, how many times do I have to tell you before you believe me, sister?" Ugly Girl saw the perpetual calendar on my desk and suddenly jumped up, saying, "Oh no, oh no, I have to go, I'm going to be late." I said, "No, you have to explain yourself before I let you go." Ugly Girl said with a sob in her voice, "What if her husband comes here and sees me with you? That would be even worse. He's been bothering me for ages the day before yesterday and yesterday." I thought for a moment, then pulled Ugly Girl and said, "Come on, I'll see you out." As we walked, I said, "Let's go down the stairs, out from the basement. Don't worry, this is my territory. Listen to me, everything will be fine."

Back in the office, I tried to calm myself down by pinching the web between my left and right thumbs with my right hand. Ugly Girl had just told me that the day before yesterday afternoon, the traitor found her. After questioning her and seeing that she knew nothing, he flew into a rage and told her that her sister had withdrawn from the language school the day before yesterday. The language school had notified her sister's guarantor in Japan, who was also a friend of the traitor. The guarantor immediately called the traitor, who tried everything to contact her but couldn't. He asked the guarantor to go to her sister's rented place, but it was empty. After the guarantor reported it to the police, yesterday afternoon the police informed him that they had found her sister's departure record from the country that morning. Upon receiving this news, the traitor went completely insane. That dog bites anyone it sees. Yesterday, unable to find me, it went to bother Ugly Girl again. Ugly Girl told it that I had gone to Shanghai long ago. The traitor didn't believe it and brought his cronies to my house to block it. Later, the property management of our area forcibly persuaded them to leave. At that time, I asked Ugly Girl how the traitor knew my address. Ugly Girl patted her chest and swore that she absolutely hadn't betrayed me. She thought I had eloped with Halen. Ugly Girl told me that the traitor threatened her that if she dared to tell us and we should prepare in time, he would definitely not let her get away with it. When I heard this, a murderous intent welled up in my heart. If Ugly Girl hadn't reminded me to think of a safe way to protect my sister, I might have already stormed the traitor's company.

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