One night's stand isn't enough, let's have multiple nights! 6

Shanghai's nights are more alluring than Beijing's, but less carefree. We sat around an outdoor table. Come to think of it, I'm the only one who hasn't had a girlfriend in all these years. Everyone's attention started shifting to Halen and me. The former class beauty said, "I can't believe you've grown up so much, time really flies!" I laughed and said, "That's what happens when you're so focused on hanging out with that idiot from the management department and ignoring me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be lamenting like this now." The class beauty, in an older sister tone, told Halen, "He's just a kid who never grew up. Back in school, he was always sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. You must have suffered a lot with him, but he's definitely very good to you." The people around us chimed in, saying that although he's a bit careless, he's very loyal and devoted to girls. I think I've changed a lot in the past few years, to the point that my old buddies don't recognize me anymore. Their opinions of me are still stuck seven years in the past. I stole a glance at Halen. Her younger sister seemed to accept all the compliments her older brothers and sisters said about me without question, her smug expression making it seem like they were talking about herself. I suddenly realized I hadn't pursued her since the "iceberg" incident. Was it subconsciously because I already considered having a relationship with any woman other than Halen a betrayal? Like the class beauty desperately trying to hold onto her fleeting youth, I was desperately clinging to this seemingly ridiculous so-called love. That night, I began to truly fear the day I would lose Halen, even though I had mentally prepared myself. The older

brothers and sisters asked when we were getting married. I said we had secretly married a long time ago, just to avoid the expense of a banquet. Her sister then said that our relationship was breaking down and we were about to divorce. My old dormmate, Da Gang, said, "You two look like an old married couple, so in sync, you must have been living together for years." Her sister corrected me, saying we were only semi-cohabiting, and that I hadn't even passed my probation period yet. I retorted, "Don't forget that talent mobility is a two-way street these days. I'm still considering whether I should continue working here." My sister bit me hard in front of everyone, saying, "Don't forget the economy's bad right now; changing jobs isn't easy." I yelled back, "And don't forget hiring new employees costs more than extracting the remaining value from existing ones." The two of us, being such a goofballs, made everyone laugh, saying they hadn't had this much fun in a long time. But I was secretly saddened, fearing I'd never get a permanent position.

Suddenly, my sister started speaking loudly to me in English. I impatiently said, "I know your English is good, but there are a bunch of Chinese people here, don't try to sell yourself." My sister flirtatiously leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Look at those Japanese guys in suits who just sat down across from me. Be careful not to let them notice; they're my husband's colleagues. They were at my wedding, and they're watching me. Be a little bold with me, but don't make it too obvious." I was momentarily flustered, instinctively reaching out to hook my sister's chin, trying to force a lewd grin. My sister started flirting with me exaggeratedly, then told me in English to pretend to chase her away. Because of my nervousness, it took me several tries to understand what my sister meant, so I waved my hand impatiently. My sister stood up dramatically, exuding a flirtatious air I'd never seen before, and walked towards the group of people. I watched coldly as she chatted with the Japanese guys in English, explaining to her older siblings that she'd met some clients. Everyone said, "Not bad, not bad, she must work for a big company, she even has clients in Shanghai." I said she works for a consulting firm and has clients all over the country, let's keep talking and ignore her.

I was distracted and didn't listen to a word they were saying. When I looked again, Halen had disappeared, and the Japanese guys were engrossed in their drinking and chatting, no longer paying attention to our table. I wondered what would happen to my sister if something went wrong; she'd only been married for less than two weeks. Just then, my phone received a text message. I secretly glanced at it and saw it was from my sister. She said she was going back to the hotel and wanted me to stay as late as possible. I covered for her, saying she didn't want her clients to see her partying late and had to leave first. Everyone sighed, saying that working for a big company isn't easy, you lose your freedom to maintain a professional image. I said, "That's right, that's right, let's keep having fun." Another hour passed, feeling like I was sitting on pins and needles. Everyone was tired and said we should leave and meet up again another time. I quickly hailed a taxi and rushed to the hotel. On the way, I couldn't wait to call my sister to ask how things went. My sister said on the other end of the phone, "How was it? Did I look like a high-class prostitute? They all said I looked exactly like a lady they knew, and they even gestured and compared me." I asked, "And in the end?" My sister said, "In the end, they said I was prettier than the lady they knew." I said, "Of course! I asked you how you got rid of them in the end." My sister said smugly, "You know how stingy the Japanese are. I scared them off with just one day's price. They didn't even dare to call me." I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Honey, you scared me. Get yourself cleaned up and wait for me." My sister said, "No, no, I want you to come back and take a bath with me!"

The taxi took Halen and me, leaving Beijing Railway Station behind. My sister closed her eyes in my arms. These past two days, we'd been sleeping in the hotel during the day and spending our nights in Shanghai's various nightclubs. Our biological clocks were completely messed up. I was okay, but Halen was exhausted. I said, "I'm sure I'll have a ton of work at the company today, so why don't you go home and rest?" As soon as

my sister came in, she said, "You look tired too. I'll make you something to eat. Lie down for a bit, I'll wake you up when I feed you." Then she went to the kitchen. I sprawled on the sofa, carefully looking at the wedding photo of my sister and Han Jian hanging in the center of the living room. I yelled towards the kitchen, "Where did you get this cheap photo taken? Look, look! Your husband still has a leek leaf stuck in his teeth! And the makeup is so unprofessional! The belt's bulging out his waist fat!" My sister yelled back from the kitchen, "Pah! If you're uncomfortable looking at this, don't talk so much nonsense. If you want to take a picture with me, I'll put it away to avoid embarrassment!" Watching me devour the egg and instant noodles like a starving ghost, my sister kept swatting my hand, saying, "Slow down, slow down! Nobody's going to take it from you. How can your stomach be okay like this?" I retorted, "What am I saying? I'm just cutting back on unnecessary time. Can't I spend more time with you... you know...?" As we left, my sister hugged me, nibbled on my earlobe, and whispered, "Darling, no matter how busy you are, you have to think of me." My heart skipped a beat. It was the first time Halen had called me "darling." I wanted to say something, but my throat tightened, and in the end, I just gently kissed my sister's cheek.

As soon as I entered the company, the receptionist told me my boss wanted me to go directly to him. While wondering if he was really going to promote me, I knocked on the door of the old man from Hong Kong's office. The old man looked at me with a serious expression and said, "Sit down." He then closed the door behind him and plopped down next to me. Seeing the situation, I figured my promotion was probably off the table, so I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Boss, don't try to comfort me. I didn't want to be in that mess anyway. It's fine. Just give me and the rest of my team a raise during the performance review, and we'll be happy. We can chip in and find you a prostitute." The old man didn't laugh. Instead, he casually picked up a fax from the table and handed it to me. I took it and saw it was a notification from the Shanghai headquarters about my promotion. I was completely confused. Looking at the old man's serious face, I couldn't figure out what he meant. The old man said in a voice only I could hear, "I have a suggestion for you. Do you want it?" I said, "Boss, just get straight to the point. You know my IQ is below 80." The old man looked around and whispered, "Do you want to sit in my position?" I wondered if I'd misheard, but quickly replied, "I've been dreaming about it! But I hope it's you who recommended me to the general manager for this promotion." The old man burst into laughter, saying, "I've never made a mistake hiring you. It's true." I said, "I don't think anyone in the company gets promoted twice in a row, especially for us inland employees." The old man lowered his voice and said, "I don't think I mentioned this company. I hope you'll continue as before. In 40 days, you need to find a way to bring your entire team with me to xxxx." Hearing this, I almost jumped out of my throat. xxxx is our company's biggest competitor, usually in specialized... The two companies often hire media shills to slander each other in industry publications. But to be honest, I think our business department is far inferior to theirs, but our technology department is undoubtedly the best in the industry. I never thought that a small fry like me would be poached one day. The old man said, "Keep this a secret. Use some tricks on your team. I don't need to teach you this, do I?" I said, "No problem. This is a big deal. Give me some time to think of specific methods." The old man then said, "I'm leaving this company next month. You can submit your resignation in 10 days." I said, "I understand. I'll go now. Let's meet at Coffee Republic sometime."

I immediately went to the hallway to call Halen and tell her the news. My sister was even happier than I was, saying, "I knew you were amazing! Let's celebrate tonight, okay?" I said, "Of course! How are you going to reward me for being so great?" My sister thought for a long time on the other end of the phone and said, "How about we go to a bar? I want to drink a 70s-style special drink." I said, "No problem, baby. I wouldn't mind if you drank ten drinks tonight. Okay, go rest now. Wait, give me a kiss. Why is your voice so soft, like a mosquito bite? Louder!!"

Thinking about it, I rarely go to bars unless it's the weekend. We both drank quite a bit today. When we left the bar, my sister was a little unsteady on her feet. She clung to me tightly in the street. I was still a little sober and gently pushed her away, saying, "Let's stand to the side, don't block the way." My sister shook her head against my chest, hugging me even tighter without saying a word. In the darkness, I felt my shirt was soaked—my sister was crying. I cupped her head, gently kissed her cheek, and swallowed her tears little by little. My sister asked me if I would still miss her if she really disappeared from my life one day. I gently told her that I had reserved my left atrium and left ventricle for her, that I would give her the whole apartment for free, that I would keep it empty for her wherever she went, and that I would never let anyone else live there, okay? My sister's tears flowed like blood from a ruptured artery, large and warm, onto my face, neck, and shoulders. I couldn't say anything to comfort us either. My sister stood on tiptoe, put her mouth close to my ear, and shouted in a voice loud enough to deafen me—I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, loving you is loving you!

My sleeping sister was incredibly cute in the night, clinging to me tightly as if afraid I'd vanish into thin air. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and I wondered what she was dreaming about. There were probably over twenty cigarette butts in the ashtray, so I lit another one, my eyes unfocused, staring blankly into the darkness ahead. I wondered how things would end between Halen and me. Would things fade, and we slowly drift apart, or would one of us finally make the painful decision to never see the other again? Or would we both lose our passion, and she decide to settle down, while I decide to find a serious girlfriend to marry? Someone once said that pressured love can easily lead to a loss of direction, and the end of love is when the pressure disappears. If my sister really could leave the traitor, could we continue? My thoughts were like a boiling pot of paste, getting more and more confused the more I stirred them. Finally, I seemed to remember having an absurd thought—if I died, I might become the person my sister loved most in her life. Think about it, when you're no longer in this world, how many women will still cry at the thought of you?

That night, I kept having strange dreams. One moment I was going to work naked, and my sister became my colleague. She actually reported me for being mentally ill. The police, wearing the kind of white suits worn by traitors at my sister's wedding, came to talk to me, telling me to stop interfering with other people's lives or they would lock me up at the Beijing Aquarium. Another moment I was waiting for a plane with my sister, but the airport had been changed to Chang'an Avenue. There was a dilapidated bus that had been converted into a plane, and my sister and I had a huge argument about whether or not to take this crappy plane. I spent the whole night in a daze, and finally I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I looked at the clock; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. My sister wasn't beside me. I listened to the sounds from the kitchen; she was preparing breakfast again.

I ate the porridge and toast my sister made while she picked up my dirty clothes one by one and threw them into the washing machine, all the while complaining, "Why don't you ever learn to take care of yourself? Only I could do that. If it were anyone else, seeing you like this, who would want to do 'that' with a construction worker?" After dinner, she took a new tie from her purse and tied it for me, saying she'd been too busy drinking and having fun yesterday to remember my gift. She added, "You're going to be a high-level white-collar worker soon, don't be so carefree, pay attention to your image." While I was cuddling her and taking advantage of her, I said, "You have terrible taste. You should have waited for me. I'm a real catch, I'll definitely be better than a traitor in the future. You must regret marrying so early." She pushed the knot of the tie under my collar and said quietly, "I'm really afraid you'll complain that I'm impossible to shake off later!"

Although I don't have a private office yet, my seat has been moved to the window, and my desk is twice the size of my old one. Ideally, it's difficult for anyone to see my computer screen, which makes it easy for me to do some shady things during work hours. But now I spend more time daydreaming, since I don't have any new work to do anyway. The mysterious disappearance of the Hong Kong guy has sparked a lot of discussion among my colleagues, with some even saying that I was promoted too quickly and ousted him. I never commented on it and continued to play dumb. The big boss had a talk with me, basically saying that the Hong Kong guy had resigned due to family reasons, and I would temporarily take over his work. He also said he didn't plan to find me a direct supervisor before the start of the next fiscal year. Finally, the big boss said meaningfully, "Now the whole Greater China region knows about you. You need to perform well. The company is implementing localization of senior management; there will be many opportunities." I nodded while thinking about what reason to give in my resignation letter!

After lunch, I leisurely gazed out the window, a half-lit cigarette dangling from my lips, pondering where to go with Halen that evening. My phone rang. I glanced at the number; it was unfamiliar. I answered casually, but there was no sound. I shouted "Hello? Hello?" a few times, but the call ended. I grabbed the landline on the table and dialed. The voice on the other end sounded familiar. I asked, "Who is this? What do you want?" The person on the other end thought for a moment and said, "You know Halen, right?" At that moment, my pulse must have stopped. I recognized the voice—it was Han Jin's. I forced myself to remain calm and replied, "Of course I know her, we're very close. Who are you?" Han Jin said, "I want to see you and talk to you." I said, "What do we have to talk about? There's no need for that!" Han Jin said, "I'm Halen's husband. I must talk to you." I steeled myself and said coolly, "Okay, you decide the time and place." Han Jin said, "Let's meet at 7 pm tonight at the Starbucks downstairs in Fenglian." I said, "Sure, you know me anyway, let's meet then." Han Jin exclaimed in surprise, "I know you?" I ignored him and quickly hung up. After thinking for a moment, I immediately sent my sister a text message: "This is funny, your husband actually wants to talk to me." I thought this message was enough to tell my sister the seriousness of the situation and prepare her. A while later, my sister replied: "He shouldn't know your number. You're my senior brother!!! Senior brother!!!" A while later, my sister sent another text message: "He didn't tell me he went back to Beijing." My reply to my sister was: "Resist and face severe consequences. Go home for the New Year. Please rest assured, organization!"

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