Beijing Stories (Repost) 14

Chapter Fourteen

The Bible says that there are two kinds of sin: original sin, which Adam and Eve committed and brought upon us, and sin
that we later sinned because of the temptations of the devil Satan. I used to think that Lin Jingping was
the Satan who tempted me. I was wrong; the devil was actually myself…

My business was going smoothly. A rare opportunity arose, and I began to try my hand at politics.
That's when I met Lin Jingping during negotiations with an American company. A small American company wanted to make a fortune in
China , and they approached me.

From the moment that American guy walked in, I noticed the Asian girl beside him. I wasn't sure if she
was Chinese. She wore a sapphire blue suit, her hair neatly pulled
back , with long, naturally curly hair falling down. She wore no other jewelry, only two
small, square sapphire blue earrings that accentuated her fair complexion. Her face was somewhat Western, long and
narrow, with a modern look. Her features were truly stunning: a high, slender nose and full, rosy lips
. Her eyes were a lighter shade than most Chinese people, a distinct brown, appearing almost misty
. Throughout the conversation, she was neither servile nor overbearing towards the American, displaying both seriousness and
confidence. She always spoke with a sweet smile.

"Wow! What a beauty! I must win her over!" I thought to myself, feeling quite pleased with myself.

From the beginning, I noticed that her gaze was soft yet generous when she looked at me, never avoiding my
gaze. As I was leaving, I gently shook her hand:

"I also want to thank Ms. Lin for making our conversation go so smoothly. Your English is excellent!" I
complimented politely, though I had no idea how good her English was.

She didn't translate for the American, but instead said thank you with a touch of shyness.

That evening, when I got home, I told Lan Yu about it. He just smiled and didn't say anything.

"Don't you have any feelings for girls?" I asked.

“Women are all a bit fake!” he said.

“For the past four years, no girl has pursued you in school, a handsome guy like you!” I
joked .

“Where are the girls where I am? There’s even a poem about it! The girls at ‘Hua Da’ are good, but
not good at looking. If you want to talk to her, she only has ‘book’.”

“Ha! Who said that?” I found it very funny.

“Written on my desk.”

“Luckily I didn’t study science and engineering. Your engineering schools are so boring, you can’t even get a girlfriend!”

“You still want to?” Lan Yu asked with a smile

. “‘We’re old! It doesn’t matter!’ I can’t handle it anymore!” I imitated and spoke in a mixed accent as I
went upstairs.

I heard Lan Yu laugh heartily!

The second time I saw Lin Jingping was still at my company, but this time it was in my office. Her
boss had to go back to China for some business, and there were a few details he wanted her to discuss with me in person. I was very happy to have this opportunity.
She was still wearing a brightly colored suit, but she had an indescribable elegance. We had a very pleasant conversation. When
I looked at her with polite but somewhat "affectionate" eyes, she would meet my gaze for a few seconds before calmly
looking away.

"What a rare woman!" I thought to myself.

"To thank Miss Lin for her help, would you mind having dinner with me?" I said softly, sounding very casual
.

She hesitated for a moment, then readily agreed, completely unexpectedly.

...

I chose the French restaurant at the Tianhe Hotel. She arrived right on time, and as the automatic doors
opened, my eyes lit up; she was truly radiant. A simple sleeveless light gray evening gown
clung tightly to her body, a black bag slung over her right shoulder, echoing her black square earrings. Her
hair was styled in a bun, with a few strands seemingly falling loosely. She had a fantastic figure! About 1.7 meters tall,
a perfect match for me, and I felt a surge of desire. ...

When she entered, almost every man in the hall, regardless of age or nationality, was staring at her. As I
naturally and gently put my arm around her waist and walked towards the restaurant, I felt an extraordinary surge of excitement and pride.
My vanity was fully satisfied—a satisfaction that Lan Yu could never give me.

That day, Lin Jingping and I chatted until very late. She told me she graduated from "Fifth Foreign Language School" four years ago and had been working as
a translator ever since; this American company was her third job. Her family was from the south; her father was a government official, and
her mother was a typist. I watched her elegant dining movements and listened to her soft voice. Her
poised , frank, and natural demeanor captivated me.

When I returned to "Nordic" (the name of my and Lan Yu's new home), it was almost midnight.
Lan Yu was reading the newspaper; he was still awake.

"Why aren't you asleep?" I asked.

"I can't sleep," he said, yawning. "How did the business go?" He
was never interested in my business; he just asked casually.

"It was alright! Go to sleep!" I turned off the light.

After that, Lin Jingping and I met up twice more. She remained sincere and generous, but never
crossed any lines. We usually met in the evening and returned very late. With Liu Zheng helping to handle things, Lan Yu didn't
notice anything amiss.

It was a weekend evening, and I arranged to visit Mr. Chen through a friend. He
was the second most important person in the financial world. To make things feel more natural, I decided on the spur of the moment to ask Lin Jingping to come with me
, and she readily agreed. That visit was a great success, half thanks to Lin. She truly
had a captivating charm.

"I want to thank you properly today!" I said as we left Mr. Chen's house.

"Yes! How should I thank you?"

"How about we eat first?"

"That's not enough! But I'm really a little hungry." She smiled sweetly, revealing
a girl's , which, at least to me at the time, seemed incredibly innocent and adorable.

That night, I kissed her in the car. I was quite excited, and she was also very moved.

"Handong!" she called out as she pulled away from my lips.

"Hmm?" "Tell me, do you have a wife?"

I was surprised she would ask that question. I laughed:

"Why do you think that?"

"A woman's intuition."

"I'm single, and I've never been married. Do you want to see my household registration?"

She smiled shyly: "You know what? Handong, I'm scared! I'm scared I'll get too deeply involved and hurt myself and
you!" It's rare for a woman to be so proactive in telling someone about her love, especially a beautiful woman.

It was past 1 a.m. when I dropped Lin Jingping off at home, and I drove back to 'Nordic.'
When Lan Yu was watching a video. He didn't greet me:

"Watching TV so late! Aren't you going to school tomorrow?" I deliberately started a conversation. "

Tomorrow is Sunday." His tone was lazy.

"I'm going to take a shower and go to bed!" I didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"You seem particularly busy lately?" he asked. He was attentive and sensitive.

"It's all a bunch of lousy things, so damn annoying!" I hated his suspicious tone.

"..." He didn't say anything.

He lay down on the bed and went to sleep first. I came out of the bathroom after showering and turned on the bedside lamp. Lan Yu was
sleeping face down, his head turned to one side. In the dim light, his thick, dark eyebrows, straight nose, and sensual
lips looked exceptionally handsome. His expression was so serene and composed, without the slightest trace of affectation. His
eyes were closed, his eyelashes drooping... I couldn't help but lean in and gently kiss his eyes and eyelashes
... He must not have been sound asleep yet, as he was quickly awakened by my kisses. He rolled over and lay flat on his back, and I pressed down on him
:

"Sleep!" he teased, feigning seriousness.

"No! I want to!!" I retorted coquettishly.

"Want to? Then why are you back so late? No way!"

"I was busy!" I said sweetly. We both couldn't help but laugh; we
loved this role-playing banter.

"You're such a stingy little thing!" I said, still pressed down on him.

He looked at me: "You didn't go out and mess around, did you?"

"So what if I did! You're not going to abandon me, are you?" I said with a laugh.

"I'm afraid you don't want me anymore!" His smile froze, and his bright eyes revealed that
melancholy that I found so captivating.

I didn't know if it was from being moved or feeling guilty, but my eyes suddenly stung:

"How could that be!" I said, burying my face in his chest and kissing him...

For the next two months, I didn't call Lin Jingping, but she called me twice.
Her voice sounded incredibly gentle and calm on the phone. She simply asked how I was, chatted for a few more minutes, and then
hung up . I felt my heart leap into my throat, then gently settle back down. Lin Jingping was already twenty-five
; she was much more mature than Lan Yu, but women at this age are at their most alluring.

I finally had sex with Lin Jingping. Before that, I had said "no" to myself countless times
, but that was for Lan Yu. There were no moral or legal constraints between us, simply because I didn't want to betray
him. Yet, I still slept with Lin.

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