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A man's confession after being mired in lust - Chapter 313 First Encounter 2 

"Don't worry, I'll handle everything perfectly!" I said, feigning anger.
The relationship had completely broken down, and Xiao Yang was furious, but he couldn't do anything about it. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, he turned and walked towards the door like a defeated dog.
"Don't forget to close the door," I teased, feeling incredibly satisfied looking at his pathetic state. The pleasure was almost like having sex. All the pent-up anger from the past few years finally got out.
Seemingly in response, as if issuing a challenge to me, Xiao Yang slammed the door shut as he left, a strong gust of wind swept in, and I closed my eyes in enjoyment.
Xiao Yang is probably still uncomfortable with my attitude and hasn't quite processed it yet. After all, in his mind, I'm still the submissive, obsequious person.
He came to confront me today, probably thinking I'd be scared, surrender, and beg for forgiveness. Maybe he'd even try to take advantage by demanding my wife as compensation. But instead of gaining anything, he ended up feeling incredibly angry. Thinking about that makes me happy. Monday doesn't seem so bad after all; the sun is shining brightly, and even the air feels fresh.
Although I angered Xiao Yang, I didn't know what the situation was with Gao Yue. I hadn't admitted to anything from beginning to end. Even if Xiao Yang suspected, guessed, or was certain, he couldn't do anything about it.
To be honest, the frustrations of these past years aren't something that can be easily vented. It's not just about resentment towards Xiao Yang; all the hard work of these past few days has been wiped out by a single sentence, and also about disappointment with those above me.
I understand that many times, those high-sounding words are just for show, meant to be heard and forgotten, not to be taken seriously. But when you're full of expectations and then disappointed, you can't help but feel full of complaints and dissatisfaction.
With my falling out with Xiao Yang today, things are definitely not going to be easy from now on. I'll have to be careful every step of the way and live in constant fear. After all, he's in a position of advantage no matter what. If he's determined to cause trouble, even if I can find a way to avoid or resolve it, it will be exhausting.
I'm having second thoughts. I'm questioning whether all these years of working so hard for the company in this tiny office have been worth it. If things continue like this, maybe I can pay off the mortgage and have my own home in a few years, but I'm destined to live a life of meager existence.
While hesitating, I suddenly remembered the phone call from a few days ago. I opened the drawer and rummaged through everything, remembering that I had casually tossed it in there. I searched everywhere but couldn't find it. I took everything out one by one and finally found it in a folder.
Holding the slip of paper, I had initially thought it would lead to a promotion, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Fortunately, I could still recognize the number that was casually written on it.
Life can be quite dramatic at times. What you learn may not be what you can do. Many professions you never thought you would pursue may become your lifelong career.
I didn't expect to actually call back. Remembering how uninterested I'd seemed when they mentioned a headhunting firm, and how I'd hung up after a few words, I hesitated. Maybe if I called back now, they'd already stopped looking, or they might have already found someone, and I might even get laughed at.
Worrying too much is useless. Having a way out is better than dying here. We should grit our teeth and fight back.
"Hello!" The voice on the phone was still very pleasant, a baby voice, like someone was being affectionate, which even children would like.
I like it very much too. When I hear this voice, I can't help but imagine what the owner of the voice looks like. Maybe she is a petite woman with a sweet smile.
"Hello, is this Miss Liu?" I asked with a smile. Last time I only heard her surname, and there was only a crooked "Liu" on the note. But this time her tone was much more polite and friendly.
"Yes, you must be Mr. Xu!" Miss Liu replied sweetly.
"Yes, I didn't expect you to remember me!" I was a little flattered and happy to be remembered by such a beautiful woman.
"Of course I remember. Mr. Xu's achievements left a deep impression on me. Besides, I have a photographic memory for people's names, especially the names of potential clients," Ms. Liu said cheerfully.
"That's too kind of you. I'm just a lowly soldier," I said modestly, but I was still secretly pleased. Anyone would feel good to be praised by a beautiful woman, especially when it's something I've always wanted to be recognized for in my work.
"Mr. Xu, you mustn't be so unkind. The company I'm contacting highly values you," Ms. Liu praised. Headhunters certainly know how to talk; they can make anyone feel good. She pressed her advantage, "So, Mr. Xu, would you be interested in scheduling a meeting to discuss this further?"
"Sure! You choose a location," I said.
"Alright, there's no time like the present, let's do it tonight! Mr. Xu, do you like Japanese food?" Miss Liu asked sweetly.
"Uh, it's alright!" I replied casually. Actually, I didn't really like it. I had seen a few Japanese restaurants before, but I had never eaten there.
Ms. Liu wanted a commission, and I wanted to test the waters first. Since we were in sync, we hit it off immediately. She quickly set a time, gave me the name and address of a Japanese restaurant.
I noted down the address and replied that it was no problem. Having achieved my goal, we exchanged a few polite words and then hung up the phone.

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