The post-breakup orgies are over.

(I) Tong and I lived together for three years and broke up countless times. I had imagined a hundred different breakup scenarios, but I never imagined a peaceful one. So when she smiled and said in a slow, gentle tone, "Okay, we're all adults now, let's part amicably," I wasn't at ease at all. I clenched my fists, ready to fight at any moment. That's just how she is; every time she agrees to break up, she says it so readily, but she never actually does it. She'll make a scene, cry and argue, but she never truly agrees to end things. After saying that, Tong got up and left. There was no crying, no clinging. I waited for a full half hour before walking out of the restaurant, looking left and right, wary of her rushing out from some corner, but she didn't wait at the door to ambush me. All afternoon, I kept my phone on silent in the office, waiting for her to bombard me with calls and hysterical outbursts, but it didn't ring once, to the point that I wondered if the office had a blackout function. A week passed, and she remained so calm. QQ, MSN, phone, email—no unusual activity whatsoever. A month passed, the limit of how long she could endure the pain of a breakup and for me to enjoy being single—and everything remained calm. Then I pinched myself; it felt like a dream. Was it really over?

I could finally stay out as late as I wanted, finally flirt with girls without restraint, finally focus on work, finally not have to call in at the crack of night.

I could finally stay in the office until 11 pm, chat with countless girls online, and even save pornographic pictures on my hard drive.

I could finally go clubbing with the guys she forbade me to date, the ones who loved one-night stands.

But I was still prepared for her to come back at any moment, not knowing when it would all end, so I had to live for the moment. I partyed like crazy for a week, staying up until 4 am every day, then sleeping for two whole days.

Monday, I had to go on a business trip to Hainan. The fruits in Hainan were huge and fresh. I picked up a papaya, her favorite fruit—I thought I'd bring her two—and then I remembered, we'd broken up.

No more worrying about bringing her nice things. I was finally free.

A gentle sea breeze blew across the ship. I remembered the last time I texted her from the ship, "I miss you, baby." It felt like ages—over a month. Turning around, I saw a girl in a flowing skirt, and I sharpened my knives, pulling out my long-dormant, rusty dating techniques—once I found a new girlfriend, she wouldn't be able to come back—and sure enough, my skills were still sharp. This girl named Jing became my new girlfriend.

My new girlfriend Jing, like my ex-girlfriend Tong, is a teacher, but she's more virtuous and sensible. Jing's job is as leisurely as Tong's, but Jing would never go shopping all the time like Tong, maxing out my credit card, always saying, "All the money is spent wisely." Jing would never call me like Tong does, calling ten times a day:

"I saw a dress I like, what color do you like?" "I just saw everyone in couples, I miss you so much!" "When are we going to Guilin?" "Oh, you're in a meeting? Okay, I didn't know. If I knew, I wouldn't call. Focus on your meeting, I miss you..." and so on, things that have no practical meaning and could be said at home. Jing rarely calls me during the day when she doesn't have classes, and she always calls at 9 pm, as punctual as an alarm clock.

Jing is a practical person.

Although Jing and I seem to have lost some of the passion of our romance, I know it's because Tong's love is too intense, like smelling a strong perfume like Poison from CD, and then finding the delicate Kenzo tasteless.

Five minutes later, after hanging up with Jing, I checked the time; it was only 9:05. Tong would never let me go after 9 pm. "Call me back at 10 pm then." Sometimes I'd deliberately forget, and the consequences were even worse—she'd definitely call back at 1 am saying, "I've been waiting for you to call, why didn't you call?" That's how annoying she was. But now, after a five-minute conversation with Jing that lasted all day, I felt empty.

I went to a forum to lurk.

Before, after breaking up, Tong always liked to leave love confessions on websites I frequented, messages only I could understand.
Three months had passed, and nothing.

Actually, the last time, she didn't do anything wrong; it was just a difference in personality. The numerous breakups and reconciliations we'd had made us like an old married couple, tired of each other's charm. The moment she opened her mouth, I felt inexplicably irritated, I couldn't take it anymore, not even for a second. I had to break up with her. That's what I thought then, and that's what I did.

Before, after every argument, a few days later, after things calmed down, if she cried again, I'd soften, rediscover my love for her, and couldn't break up.

This time, Tong didn't.

Before Tong, I had a serious relationship with a college classmate; that was my first love.

Before Tong, I had a few years of absurd nightlife.

After meeting Tong, I loved her very much, and I also hated her very much.

I loved the way she swung her arms; I loved the way she wrinkled her nose; I loved the way she walked with her belly protruding; I loved how she would hold my hand tightly when we walked at night or in unfamiliar places; I loved how she would bury her head in my belly and ask, "Do you love me?"; I loved how she wouldn't let me turn over in my sleep, saying that I hadn't been facing her for even five minutes; I loved how she wouldn't spend 2 yuan on a soda, but would spend 30 yuan on a taxi just to see me… I hated even more her frequent phone calls; I hated how she wouldn't allow me to associate with this person or that person; I hated how she would never admit defeat when we argued; I hated how she had to chat with me on QQ whenever I was online; I hated how she always went against my opinions, even when we broke up, and I could never get rid of her… I really did get rid of the clingy and annoying Tong and met the right Jing.

I don't know if doing this is a bit inhumane. Because Tong's first time was with me; her first miscarriage occurred during one of our many breakups. She didn't tell me, secretly buying medication at a private clinic and having an abortion. This rash act meant that for the next two years we were together, she couldn't conceive again.

Tong liked to drink a little, and when drunk, she would insist I take care of her and have a child. One time, she buried her face in my chest and said, "I'm going crazy wanting your child..." "Can you blame me? You didn't tell me." "But we broke up then, and you ignored me!" "If you had told me, would I have refused?" "Really?" Tong looked up at me, bewildered. "It's

okay, I'll make sure to give you my dues every month," I said with a smile.

At that time, I didn't realize how serious things were. I never used contraception, but no matter how much effort I put in each month, Tong never got pregnant. Later, she would even experience low-grade fever and dizziness around her period.

I suggested we find a time when we were both free to accompany her to the hospital for a gynecological exam, but we kept putting it off until we broke up.
Tong once said that after breaking up with me, she would never date anyone else. Because she couldn't get pregnant, she could only date divorced or widowed women with children, otherwise she would be depriving them of children, but she didn't want to be a stepmother.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

But at the time, I was so annoyed with her that I forgot all about it.

The next day, I called a friend, Wei, to ask about Tong's recent situation. Wei often contacted Tong; he was originally my friend, but later he and Tong became even closer. Tong herself hardly had any girlfriends; she mostly hung out with my friends.

This was one of the reasons I disliked her.

Wei hadn't contacted me for several months, and when he answered my call, he hesitated.

"Tong is married. The wedding banquet was last week. Didn't she tell you?" I almost fainted: "What did you say?!" "Tong got married last week." (II) It took me a long time to calm down. She was really devastated. Was she trying to get revenge on me? Why was she so aggrieved? Question:

"Who did she marry? Was he divorced or widowed?" I always remembered what Tong had said.
"No, she's never been married. She's a PhD graduate who returned from studying abroad. They had a 40-table wedding. They seem to be doing quite well." "You bitch!" I gritted my teeth. "She got married just three months after breaking up. And she said she'd never marry again!" "You broke up three months ago? Didn't Tong say you broke up a long time ago? The wedding emcee even said they met last autumn..." I couldn't take it anymore and slammed the phone on the table. No wonder she broke up so quickly this time; she'd already found a backup plan. She said she'd never marry again, and then got married in three months. Humph, laughable. I was still worried about her, while she was already in someone else's arms. I thought she loved me deeply and couldn't let go, but it turns out I was the fool. If I'd known Tong was this kind of person, I should have dumped her two years ago.

"Met last autumn"—it turns out her heart had already flown away when she slept in my arms last autumn.
I rarely drink, unless I'm with clients, but that night I drank so much I threw up dozens of times.

That's a betrayal too.

When you think the other person loves you more than you love them, and can't forget you even after the breakup, you realize it's you who can't let go, while they've already moved on.

Actually, you've been played.

I gave away the watch she bought me for over 500 yuan when she was still a student and had no salary; I gave away the engagement ring she bought me with the money she earned from teaching in the suburbs every summer to my cousin to get earrings made; I threw away her photos, her underwear, the books she read… In a fit of pique, I proposed to Jing. She was a little surprised, but still said yes.

Four months after our breakup, Jing and I got married.

The world is full of surprises.

Jing, who seemed more traditional than Tong Xianjing, wasn't a virgin. Just like I was surprised that Tong, who seemed open-minded, was a virgin.

I comforted myself not to care. I assumed Jing was a virgin because even someone like Tong was, by definition. Actually, very few women over 20 are virgins these days.

Virgins are often immature, willful, and lack a good temper.

One time, when I couldn't perform, she didn't know how to comfort me, blurting out, "How can you be impotent?" I'll always remember Tong's wide eyes saying, "You're only 29, how can you be impotent?"

I was furious, and like I'd done something wrong, I stammered an explanation of what physiological impotence and psychological disorders were. I told her that this would only make things worse, and that she should actively help me relieve my psychological pressure.

"I'm sorry, I have no experience, I don't know these things." Look at that excuse from a virgin.

The next day, my desire surged again, and as I was about to mount her, I heard her sweet voice: "Don't be nervous, even if you're impotent, it's not a big deal." I froze, my limbs gave way, and I sat up, yelling at her, "Are you such a spoilsport? I told you this isn't impotence!" Tong's eyes welled up with tears: "Didn't you want me to help you relieve it? Can't I even comfort you like this?" She was aggrieved, but where was I to complain?

Tong thought about it herself and assumed I was visiting too many porn sites, so she changed the password and forbade me from accessing them anymore.

Actually, Tong didn't know that I had a psychological fear—a fear of not being able to satisfy her. I was afraid that I, a man whose sexuality was beginning to decline, wouldn't be able to satisfy a woman who was maturing.

Tong became voluptuous after being with me.

I aged after being with Tong.

From a virgin to a mature woman, Tong was full of curiosity about sex. She wouldn't allow me to do anything erotic, but she herself was full of interest. One day she would tell me she had learned a new position, and the next day she would frantically touch my back, saying, "No desire? Strange, the internet says this can arouse sexual desire. Turn over, and I'll try kissing your ear." The most unromantic time was when she was desperately teasing me, arousing me, and I thought she needed me to penetrate her, but Tong took out a ruler: "They all say the average Chinese man is 15cm tall. Let me measure yours." I wanted to slap myself then and there, hating myself for taking Tong's virginity.

Tong's mind was full of nonsense, full of extreme thoughts that a virtuous woman could never have.

Tong saw the news and said wife-swapping is popular now. She was afraid I would swap her with someone else. Instead of saying I'd break up with her if we did, she said, "If you swap me with someone else, I'll kill myself." She was afraid I'd cheat on her. Instead of saying I'd break up with her if I did, she said, "If you cheat, I'll cheat too. You don't want me sleeping with other people, right? Then don't cheat." She was afraid of breaking up with me. Instead of saying she didn't want to break up, she said, "If you want to break up, give me back my son first." That's how extreme she was.

Tong wasn't like Jing. If I argued with Jing and wanted to break up, Jing would only say in a low, quiet voice, "We're breaking up, what should I do?" Tong would cry and yell, "Fine, break up! I wish! But you still owe me a child!" Tong would be in tears, but she would also attack me.

So I couldn't marry Tong. Tong and I were engaged in the first year, but in the next two years, she never mentioned marriage again. I only knew Jing for three months, but I married her.

In my heart, I said fiercely to Tong, "Go ahead and marry her. Whoever marries you is doomed. You're willful, clingy, and immature, and you can't even lay eggs.

" I put a pillow under Jing and said, "Let's have a child. This way, it'll be easier to get pregnant." Jing opened her mouth but didn't say anything.
I wanted to walk past her with my wife and child, to make her furious!

I wanted to shout "Da Mao" in front of her, and then watch my son run over excitedly, calling "Daddy."
"Da Mao" was the nickname we gave to the child we aborted.

(III) Women are definitely not what men think they understand. I thought I understood Tong well, but I was proven wrong.
Wei asked me on QQ if I wanted to see photos of Tong and her husband. I wanted to type "too lazy to see," but I ended up typing "send." Wei sent me a photo of Tong. She was happily resting one hand on that short, fat "sea turtle" and the other on her fully protruding belly.

Tong was pregnant! Five months after we broke up, her belly was already bulging like a ball! She'd been with me for two years and hadn't gotten pregnant. Infertility, chronic uterine inflammation—she'd been getting pregnant with someone else just fine!

She must be lying to me.

Besides condoms, there are other methods of contraception called oral contraceptives.

She'd long since given up on us, so she was afraid of getting pregnant with my child again and had secretly taken oral contraceptives to frame my miscarriage and increase my guilt.

Tong is a wicked woman! This is something I never knew before.

I must completely forget this poisonous woman.

I've been working as a sales manager at a large fragrance company, accumulating two years' worth of year-end bonuses—about a hundred thousand yuan. I asked Jing, "Should we buy a house or start a company?" "

Start a company," Jing said.

If it were Tong, she would definitely force me to buy a house. Looking at model homes is more appealing to her than shopping for clothes.
When she was hired by the school, she told me that with her teaching fees, she'd earn over 5,000 yuan a month.

"You can buy lots of pretty clothes." "No, I want to save money to buy a house." Even when we played Counter-Strike together, it was the same. When we were bandits, she never bought AK or AWP, only MP5s. After a few rounds, I glanced at her and found she actually had over 7,000 yuan left.

"What are you doing, saving so much money, are you going to buy me a sniper rifle?" "No, I'm saving it to buy a house." Then she flashed her signature squinty-eyed smile. When

she smiled, you couldn't see her pupils, her eyes narrowed into slits.

I started my own business and became a fragrance distributor.

I even borrowed money from Wei and other buddies.

My relationship with Wei is complicated. Before I broke up with Tong, I only contacted Wei once every few months. We're both men, and we live in different cities, so occasional greetings were fine.

Then, I overheard Tong mentioning that she often chatted with Wei on QQ. I was quite surprised.

Any man who gets too close to Tong makes me nervous.

I thought Tong, who lived with me almost every day, wouldn't have any close male friends besides me. I

never expected her to chat so often with my friend.

What could they possibly have to talk about? Wei and I only ever talked about things—we jointly invested in two lottery outlets—what could he and Tong possibly have to talk about?

I was very curious, one a friend, the other a girlfriend, but I couldn't ask; I had to pretend to be magnanimous.
From then on, I felt awkward around Wei.

I didn't know if Wei and Tong's relationship was just friendship, good friendship, or confidant; after breaking up with Tong, was Wei on Tong's side or mine? Wei never told me what Tong had said about me to him, never commented on our past relationship, never said who was right or wrong, never mentioned it. He would just occasionally bring up some news about Tong.

"How much do you need to borrow?" "How much can you lend me? The more the better, of course." "I just bought a house, and I don't have much spare money. I'll try to raise some; ten or twenty thousand shouldn't be a problem." "Okay, thank you. Please try to borrow as much as you can. I can pay you back once the first batch of orders are placed." "It's okay. Tong had a son. 7 pounds 8 ounces." Wei always does this, suddenly bringing up Tong's news while talking about other things, just when I've almost forgotten about Tong.

"Okay, congratulate her for me. Jing should be pregnant soon too." "Jing is pregnant too?" I said listlessly, "Not yet, I've been busy lately. We'll start trying once the company is back on track. Humph, unlike some people who are in a rush to get pregnant first and then buy a ticket later." I had no interest in it that night. But I roughly dragged Jing into the room and ripped off her and my clothes. She looked at me, still limp, with a confused look in her eyes.

"It's okay, I'll get hard soon. We need to work hard to make a baby." Jing didn't say anything, but lowered her head and took the initiative to caress me.

With Tong, our sex life was incredibly harmonious, except for a few instances of "psychological issues." We reached climax simultaneously many times—the perfect ending to sex.

Before and after Tong, I always preferred the rear-entry position; it was the least strenuous and most stimulating. But with Tong, I preferred the missionary position.

Initially, it was because Tong liked this position.

"Don't you like being from behind? That should be the deepest." "I like it, but from behind I can't hold you, and I can't see your expression." Afraid I wouldn't agree, Tong immediately added, "I promise, nine times from the front and one time from the back, okay?" But later, I also came to like being the missionary from the front. Because I found that while it took 20 minutes from behind, from the front, leaning over and embracing Tong while kissing her, I always climaxed in less than five minutes.

Who doesn't like a quick climax?

Afterwards, I always sighed, realizing that sex with love is true sex, the most comfortable. Because Tong is the woman I love, and that position is the most intimate with her, allowing me to kiss her, even with my experience, I couldn't last more than five minutes.

Thirty minutes had passed, and I still hadn't ejaculated inside Jing. Jing didn't say anything. If it were Tong, she would complain of being tired after five minutes.

"I'm not asking you to exercise, and you're already tired?" "Exactly." "Then you need to exercise more, move around more in the future." I mocked Tong. From then on, I defined her in my mind as willful, clingy, and lazy. I'd never heard of someone lying there leisurely shouting a few times and getting tired after five minutes.

"Forget it, we're not in a rush to have children." Jing finally spoke.

I looked up and realized that the Jing in front of me wasn't Tong.

Once, Tong and I broke up for a month and then got back together. We seemed to have endless things to say, wanting to tell each other what had happened in the past month. Tong would always ask, "Did you miss me? When, in what situations, and how did you imagine it? If you missed me, why didn't you call?" I would laugh and answer, "Oh, sometimes when I hear the songs we listened to together, I think of you, but I'm a grown man, how can I just call you casually?"

Tong, what are you thinking and doing right now? When you hold your turtle son, do you think of our son, Da Mao?

(IV) Wei is a true friend; he actually lent me 100,000 yuan.

Because of sufficient funds, coupled with the customer network I had built up before and so many years of sales experience, the business quickly took off. I got busy.

On a business trip in Zhongshan, I got drunk with a client and walked back to the hotel, letting the cold wind sober me up.

Last year, in Shanghai, when I was still working for someone else's company, I also got drunk with a client. I walked alone on the Bund, watching the bustling crowds around me, watching my trench coat being blown by the cold wind, and I couldn't help but call her.

"I have a heavy responsibility. I have to take care of you, take care of Mom and Dad, make money, let you live a comfortable life, and also our child." That was one of the few times I confided in her. I always felt that a grown man shouldn't say such mushy things. Responsibility has always been there, only the object has changed. Now, thinking about it still feels like a dream. I never thought that Tong and I would really separate, and that my wife would be with someone else.

Although I have always had many complaints about Tong, I always thought we would grow old together.

I'm not such a traditional person; it's Tong who imposed this belief on me. Because for her, choosing me seemed like she'd never let go. So I was hypnotized too, constantly saying I wanted to break up, but deep down I didn't really believe we could separate.

I have to admit, Tong is an incredibly persistent woman, at least in our relationship.

Hmph, persistent my ass, in the end she still married someone else.

I wiped my forehead. I called Jing. Jing wasn't home. I called her cell phone; Jing said she went back to her parents' house.

I took the early morning train home. When I opened the door, Jing was already back.

I hugged Jing tightly and said, "I have a heavy responsibility; I need to take good care of you, Mom and Dad, and our future children." "I know. Go take a shower and rest." Jing was always so serene. The warmth emanating from Jing was something Tong couldn't match.

I'd neglected Jing these past few days; I was out eating and drinking with clients all day, hardly ever eating a meal at home. If it were Tong, she would have already lost her temper. Taking care of her is like taking care of a child, even more tiring than taking care of a child; she can't be left alone. Emptiness, loneliness, and isolation could all become her excuses to drown her sorrows in bars. I've mentioned before that she likes to drink. That's what worries me. But Jing doesn't.

Time flies. Her business failed a few times, and each time Wei came to her rescue. I never asked Wei why he had so much money; Wei was a minor official in the Public Security Bureau, and it wasn't convenient to ask if he had illicit funds.

During dinner, the CEO of a large company told us some strange stories.

"Women these days are unbelievable; they'll do anything for money. I know a female CEO of an advertising company who spent days trying to get me some business. But I had already agreed to work with an acquaintance, so even though she tried everything—kickbacks, gifts—I still didn't agree. Guess what she finally did?" "Haha, what else could she do? She threw herself at me and slept with me." "Hmph, you guessed wrong. Sleeping with me is nothing; is that even a trick anymore? She brought five women, all over 1.7 meters tall, with fair skin, red lips, alluring eyes, and amazing figures. They all swarmed into my office and said, 'Mr. Chen, these are all our company's public relations staff. Choose whichever one or two you like.'"

Of course, if you have amazing stamina, three will do too. "Then the female boss took off all her clothes first, pointed to a noticeable scar on her lower abdomen and said, 'I've already had children and been disfigured. If you don't mind, you can choose me.' Then the other girls also took off all their clothes." We listened, drooling and stunned.

"If it were just her, I could definitely handle it. Women who do business, unless they have powerful connections, are basically all used to sleeping around. Even if they were given to me for free, I'd still have to think twice. But with five beauties stripping naked in my office, I'm just a mortal, I can't resist." "Then you still got to enjoy the full spectrum of human pleasure? Tell me, how many beauties did you pick?" "Haha, of course, one queen and two empresses. But speaking of which, that female boss is really something else. Hotel, room, beauties, Viagra, uniforms, SM, everything was prepared. She even gave me the gynecological exam reports of the two beauties to check, and whispered in my ear: 'Mr. Chen, I gave them both birth control pills beforehand. Three mouths for each of them, you can do whatever you want with them.'" "We were all amazed, saying that society is not what it used to be, and all sorts of people have appeared now.

" "Of course, it was her audacity that allowed her to snatch that business deal I was planning to give to my cousin. Do you know how much that deal was worth?" Mr. Chen's words left me speechless: "15 million." Before going to sleep, I held Jing and told her this strange story as a dirty joke. Jing just nestled against me, silent and unsmiling in the darkness. I quickly swore that I was not like Mr. Xu. First, our small company didn't have such a large deal to give to others. Second, even if the business grew bigger, I wouldn't discuss business with the female boss alone unless Jing was present.

Jing said softly, "Women are really weaker than men. We're both in business, but being a prostitute isn't enough; you have to be a madam too." I hugged Jing tightly: "Don't be afraid. Anyway, you don't need to go out and do business. I'll take care of you. You can just wait to be a rich lady and enjoy life." Jing and I calculated how much profit the company was making each month. It was on the right track, and we were thinking about how many millions we would earn in the future.

When Tong and I first moved in together, one night, in the dark, lying in bed, we talked about marriage for the first time. I hugged Tong and, a little embarrassed, told her that all my savings, including everything, amounted to only 80,000 yuan. But if I saved for another year, I should be able to afford a down payment on a house. Tong said, "It's okay. After I graduate, I'll have over 3,000 yuan a month, and then I can do some part-time teaching, making 4,000 or 5,000 yuan. Add your salary, and we'll have over 10,000 yuan. We'll take 2,000 for the mortgage, 1,000 for food, and 1,000 for our parents. Haha, we'll still have over 6,000 yuan left! How will we spend it?" She even counted on my fingers as she spoke.

At that time, I thought Tong was a really good girl, only wanting to help me pay the mortgage.

After Tong truly became my woman, she wanted to marry me.

But the wife I married was Jing.

Tong became someone else's wife, someone else's child's mother.

In the darkness, I held the frail Jing tightly in my arms: "I'll earn lots of money for you in the future. I'll treat you well. I'll never cheat on you again." I'll completely forget Tong and live a good life only with you, Jing.

"Okay," Jing whispered.

I thought Jing would look up at me with a bewildered expression and ask, "Really?" In the darkness, I couldn't see Jing's expression, only vaguely remembering that Tong had answered like that, his image already blurred.

Life went on, and I continued to work hard. People around me said I was gradually changing, becoming more down-to-earth and hardworking, more like a farmer from Shunde. Yes, the competition in business is so fierce now. If you take your clothes off, no one will want you. You can only rely on your abilities. If you don't work hard, what will you eat? Tong

used to say that I had a low level of education and was unwilling to pursue further studies. I also wanted to make the company bigger and let Tong, who had married a PhD graduate from overseas, know that I could succeed even without a high level of education.

Fortunately, Wei lent me money several times during my crises. In total, he has lent me hundreds of thousands of yuan.
But that's how business is; it all ends up tied up in inventory payments. Fortunately, Wei always said there was no rush and never pressured for repayment.

Mr. Chen's company was huge, with a nationally renowned beverage brand. Being a big company provided him with a large batch of flavorings, which I barely earned a penny from, leading to a close working relationship. When

I went to Mr. Chen's company to settle the payment, he mysteriously stopped me, saying, "I have a good deal for you today. Come to my office later." His eyes lit up. "Remember that female CEO of the advertising company I told you about last time? She's here to collect payment today, so she brought a few pretty girls. I'll save one for you." I quickly refused. With Tong, I couldn't resist external temptations; with Jing, I couldn't repeat the same mistakes.

"Hey, you're so revolutionary? Just looking at you makes my heart flutter. Let me show you some beauties." "Okay, I'll take a look." Actually, I didn't want to see beauties, but rather the formidable "madam." What kind of woman could be so reckless?

(V) Entering Mr. Chen's tightly sealed office, I saw four or five model-like women turn around. Each was slender and tall, with heavy makeup. The last one to turn around was the shortest in the middle, with a bare face and a youthful appearance! It was Tong!

I thought her face had become blurred, but even though her figure had changed, I could recognize her immediately.

Compared to her fair and plump figure when we were together, Tong had lost at least 20 pounds. I never imagined that Tong, who used to be so chubby and soft, could become so thin. Her cheekbones, shoulder blades, elbows, and waist were all bony and angular. A tailored black suit was so tight that it let in drafts.

Tong was the female CEO of the advertising company that Mr. Chen described, the madam who could strip naked in front of men and expose her ugliness, the woman who could provide a full range of sexual services for business.

From the moment we broke up, I had a premonition that I would see Tong again, but I never expected it to be in this kind of setting, in this kind of position.

Just as I miscalculated our breakup, I miscalculated our reunion.

Tong was equally surprised by our reunion, but quickly regained her composure, forcing a smile as she greeted me, pretending not to know me.

Tong's smile shattered my memories; in my memory, she smiled innocently and adorably, not like this, a smile that drew a deep line down her cheekbone, a smile that chilled me.

I had once told Tong that I preferred girls to be thin, but Tong blamed me for buying her bulk ice cream and boxes of potato chips, preventing her from losing weight. Even after the breakup, there was still half a dozen of her unfinished ice creams in the fridge, slowly melting.

When Tong was chubby, she was pitiful; now, thin, she was cold and sinister.

I don't remember the scene at the time; now, thinking back is a complete blank. I only remember being unable to take my eyes off Tong. Mr. Chen noticed and asked if I had any products to advertise recently, wanting Tong to collaborate with me.

It must have been because my gaze was too direct on Tong that he thought I was interested in her and wanted to set her up with me.

"Yes, I have an advertisement to do. Mr. Chen, didn't you say you'd find a pretty girl to keep me company? Let her keep me company." Mr. Chen, with one on each hand, led Tong and me into the hotel's two suites. Once inside, I locked the door, grabbed Tong, and pounced on the bed, my tongue ravaging hers, my hands tearing open her clothes.

"Ugh, why are you in such a hurry? Couldn't you wait until I hung up my clothes and tidied up my things first…?" Tong giggled, verbally rejecting me, but her actions were a mix of resistance and resistance as she half-heartedly helped me unbutton her clothes.

This was two years ago, on Tong's birthday. I happened to be in Shanghai on a business trip and took her along as a celebration. The white sheets in the hotel suite, the cramped and private space, made me unable to resist wanting Tong. She even laughed at me, saying I was just bringing her along for fun, but actually it was to satisfy myself.

Now, Tong leaned against the table, silent, unsmiling, motionless, just staring at me.

I sat on the bed, equally expressionless, watching Tong.

From the moment we met, we just looked at each other in silence, exchanging no words except for greetings.
There were so many questions I wanted to ask Tong.

But Tong appeared before me as a madam, as a business partner, and I only cared about one thing:

"How many clients have you slept with?" Tong looked at me expressionlessly, without saying a word.

"What are you doing? Weren't you teaching at a school? How did you end up running a company? Weren't you happily married to a PhD graduate from overseas? Are you short of money and need to use your body to make money?" Tong still didn't speak.

I finally snapped, stood up, grabbed Tong's shoulders, and shook her violently.

"Say something!" But I didn't dare shake her any further. Holding her shoulders, it felt like her bones could pierce my hands; she was so light, almost weightless. I was afraid of shaking her apart.

Tong looked up at me. "That's my private matter. You're not here to chat with me in a suite that costs 580 yuan a night, are you? If you're not here for sex, I'm going back." She picked up her purse, turned, and walked out of the room without looking back.

Before, I was always the one who rushed out, and Tong would follow behind, pulling me back to stop me from throwing a tantrum.

Now I rushed out, dragged her back from the stairwell, slammed the door shut, and threw her onto the bed.
I forgot how thin she was; with a light toss, the momentum slammed her head against the headboard.

I threw her bag onto the bed too, scattering its contents everywhere.

Tong, her back to me, knelt on the carpet, bending over to pick things up.

When she was chubby, I said I wanted to protect her, and I wanted to.

Her thin back is now only half my width, her bones faintly visible even through her clothes. But I can never protect her again.

I lifted Tong up.

"You're messing around like this. Don't you think about yourself? Don't you think about your husband and your children? Does your husband want his wife to sleep with other men every day? Does he not care about you? Do you think you're doing right by your husband and your children?" I probably hit a nerve with Tong. She looked up, tears welling in her eyes, biting her lip, glaring at me.

Two years have passed, and I can still easily strike at Tong's most sensitive spot, using this tactic as a winning strategy.

Before me, Tong had one relationship, her first love.

"Think about it, these days, are there any couples who only hold hands and kiss but don't sleep together? He'd been with you for almost two years, and now with me, he's only just lost his virginity. How much does he hate you to turn down a free lunch that's practically in his mouth!" This is the piece of evidence I always use to argue with Tong, proving how annoying she is. Whenever I say this, Tong, who's always good at rebutting, falls silent, tears welling in her eyes, biting her lip, glaring at me. Just like now.

I won, I won the argument, in the way that hurt her the most.

I admit I'm selfish. I love Tong, I can love her to the bone, but I won't give her my heart. I hate Tong, so I can hurt her with the cruelty of a cesspool.

Tong's teeth loosened, the corners of her mouth slowly lifted, she actually smiled.

"I'm divorced." I knew this day would come when Tong walked out the door so easily after our last breakup. She's not the kind of woman who will let me off easily.

She came to me.

I let go of Tong's hand, then picked her up again.

"I knew you wouldn't let me off easily. You wouldn't break up with me without a fight to the death. So you'd rather use such an extreme method of revenge. Ha, I almost forgot, you're such an extreme and biased woman! First you married the PhD, thinking it would provoke me, but it didn't, so you divorced him, and now you're promiscuous to get revenge on me, right?" I shouted at her through gritted teeth.

This woman. She's born destructive. How could she just watch me and Jing live a peaceful life? I was careless.

"What exactly do you want?! Huh?! You arranged this meeting too, didn't you?! Let me tell you, don't think you can really ruin my life! You still want to sleep with me? Humph! When you were a virgin, I only reluctantly accepted you to satisfy your cravings, let alone now that I've slept with so many men. Even if all the women in the world died, I wouldn't touch you again!! There's no future for us! You're divorced, but I'm happily married now, my wife is a hundred times more virtuous and a thousand times more beautiful than you! I won't let you get involved again!" I screamed, my eyes wide.

I know my expression must have been terrifying, like I was about to kill someone. I

know that to strike at the heart of the matter, I must strike at the core; only by completely hitting this woman's weakest point can I win, only then can I have a chance to get rid of her.

Tong smiled lightly, a cold, mocking smile, and said, "I understand, you didn't come here to sleep with me. I said I was leaving a long time ago." She wasn't defeated by me at all; all the innocence and cuteness of two years ago was gone, leaving only mature and cold beauty.

As we reached the door, Tong turned back, pulled down her coat shoulder, and said, "But really, isn't there any temptation at all?" It was she who spoke to my heart.

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