One night's stand isn't enough, let's have multiple nights! 7

Perhaps because I was uneasy, my sister and I didn't even talk on the phone, even though we needed to discuss things. We formed a defensive alliance via text message, categorizing the severity of the situation into several levels and discussing the corresponding response plans and statements for each level. I asked my sister what to do in the worst-case scenario, and she said, "Then you can come downstairs tomorrow morning to collect my body." I said, "If that's the case, why don't you come with me?" The last text message my sister sent me was—"Clear your own name, don't worry, he won't do anything to me!"

After worrying and being afraid all afternoon, I was a little numb. I thought, what could happen? It's just a matter of yelling, arguing, or at worst, a one-on-one fight at Starbucks. Who's afraid of who? I went home first, changed my clothes, put on my workout clothes and running shoes, and then grabbed a short aluminum stick and tucked it into my lower back. Looking in the mirror, I said to myself, "Finally, I can fight for a woman!" When I paid the taxi driver, I saw the traitor already at the door, frequently checking his watch. I got out and walked straight over, saying, "You were looking for me? I'm here." The traitor, seeing it was me, adjusted his glasses and said, "I knew it was you." I said, "Let's talk quickly, I have an appointment." The traitor said, "Let's sit down and talk. Don't worry, I won't waste your time." After sitting down, I coldly watched the traitor buy two cups of coffee and start texting a girl I'd been distant from for a long time, to show my impatience and indifference. The traitor, sitting across from me, politely said, "You and my wife are too close. I'm here today hoping you'll stay away from a married woman!"

I glanced at him coldly and said, "Before you married Halen, I was somewhat interested in her. After she married you, I moved on. Don't think your wife is a heartthrob." The traitor took a sip of coffee and calmly said, "I'm not here to listen to your nonsense. Don't rush, take a look at this first." He then took a roll of paper from his briefcase and handed it to me. I took it and saw it was Halen's phone call log from last month. Almost half the numbers were mine. My heart skipped a beat, and I almost completely collapsed. I had no idea what this twisted Japanese lackey knew. I thought to myself, I can't back down now; backing down would hurt both of us. I immediately looked up at the traitor with disdain and said, "What's this? My wife and I have a good relationship. Can't I call her every day to say hello?" The traitor adjusted his glasses and grinned maliciously, saying, "The problem is she's married to me. This kind of abnormal friendship should be over." I sneered, "She's not your pet cat or dog. She has the freedom to make friends and can judge the quality of her friends. If you're so worried, you might as well divorce her and let a man like me, who's more suitable for her, have a better chance, haha." Suddenly, half a cup of coffee was splashed in my face. The traitor stood up and said, "I'm not here to listen to your lecture today. I'm here to warn you, kid, don't touch my wife again." I smiled and licked my lips, saying, "Next time, please buy a more expensive cup to throw at me, don't be so cowardly and throw the cheapest coffee of the day." Seeing the traitor's square face turning into a triangular one with anger, I didn't say anything more and turned to leave Starbucks.

After leaving, I sent my sister a few text messages, telling her the general situation. She didn't reply to any of them. I guessed she should be mentally prepared. I sighed, thinking, "What a messed up September!" But it seems the situation isn't too bad. The traitor probably doesn't know what's going on between us. But it seems there aren't many honest people like that anymore. These days, everyone in this situation only thinks the worst. I wonder what kind of questioning Halen will face. Suddenly, I had a thought: why not wander around their house and listen to what's going on? I was really worried about my sister, so I immediately hailed a taxi and went straight to Halen and the traitor's house.
That night, I lingered suspiciously in that neighborhood until after midnight, smoking two packs of cigarettes and drinking several bottles of Coke. I went upstairs and pressed my ear to the door more than ten times to listen for any sounds. Aside from the television, there was nothing else inside. The traitor and my sister didn't seem to be arguing; they barely even spoke. This only made me more uneasy. Finally, after all their lights went out, I stealthily eavesdropped one last time before finally returning home alone, utterly disappointed. It seemed I wouldn't be able to relax tonight. I wondered how that perverted traitor would deal with my sister. Lying on the floor, I wanted to send my sister a text message telling her that if the traitor wanted to divorce her, I would definitely marry her. Even though I'm a scoundrel, I'm still a scoundrel who loves her.

For three days in a row, Halen seemed to have vanished from Beijing. Her phone was off, and no one answered the home phone. I loitered outside Halen's building for three consecutive nights, hoping she would come out to buy something, but to no avail. I don't know how the traitor treated her in the end, and it's making me feel terrible day and night. I can't sit still or lie down, and I don't even have the energy to take care of myself. These past few days, I've really made myself look like a migrant worker. The receptionist at the company even mocked me for growing a beard and acting all high and mighty after my promotion. I just smiled bitterly and remained silent, using overly sexually harassing gestures to scare her off. I need to continue developing new clients and working on proposals, and I need to carefully maintain relationships with old clients. Fortunately, I'm in a high-level position where I spend more time in meetings than actually working, so my bad mood hasn't affected my work efficiency. I was supposed to submit my resignation this week, but now everything is in chaos. I don't want to do anything; all I can think about is how to safely see my sister.

On the fourth day, after lunch, I looked up the traitor's company number in directory assistance and had one of my quick-thinking underlings call him to try and sell him some hotel membership card to see if he was at the office. After overcoming numerous obstacles and confirming that the traitor was indeed at work, I rushed downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for my sister's house. As soon as I got upstairs, I pounded on the door. I heard my sister inside asking who it was, then running to open it. My heart immediately relaxed a lot. As soon as she opened the door, I slipped inside, grabbed her face, and only closed the door after carefully checking that she hadn't been assaulted. We silently stopped by a window overlooking the complex entrance, embraced, and kissed passionately. I bit her earlobe and asked, "How was it? He didn't torment you, did he?" My sister slipped her hand inside my clothes, stroking my back, and said, "He didn't ask anything when he came back, and he didn't tell me he went to see you." I stopped our kiss. I asked seriously, "Is it true? Is he really that well-mannered?" My sister sighed and said, "You're so smart. Actually, he arranged everything before coming to see you. Things might be worse than you think." My heart jumped again. I asked cautiously, "I wish he wanted a divorce. He doesn't want you, but I do." My sister shook her head and said, "He won't let me off so easily. Have you come to see me these past few days?" I said, "Of course! If I don't see you again, I'll go fight the traitor even if I don't call the police! Tell me, what did he do to you?"

My sister didn't answer. Instead, she started stimulating me with her hands, whispering in my ear, "I miss you so much, I want to see you so much." I was indeed going crazy missing my sister, so I started to reciprocate with my hands as well. My sister, panting softly, pulled the curtains shut, leaving only a crack. We took turns watching outside the window and began to make love wildly by the window. I had heard before that sex is more exciting in tense situations than usual, and this was certainly true. Although it was short and rushed, we both experienced immense satisfaction in those ten-odd minutes. Unfortunately, I had to keep an eye on the entrance to the complex, and at one point, I even found myself thinking that the traitor would never expect me to be so audacious as to come to their house now. After we finished, my sister held me tightly and wouldn't let go, asking me if I would want her if she really left the traitor. I told her that whenever she wanted to divorce the traitor, I'd marry her the very next day. I'm 27 anyway, well past the age for late marriage. My sister turned and touched my face, saying she wished she'd met me sooner. I grinned mischievously and said that if I'd met her earlier, she would have dumped me. I always leave myself vulnerable; you might catch me cheating someday. My sister said that if she weren't a little wicked, she wouldn't be so cute. I said we need to be careful from now on. My sister said the situation is still unclear. The traitor's mother is coming over in a few days, and he's taken her ID and passport under some pretext. Knowing his ways, he's bound to do something, but he won't say anything when we ask him. He's been checking her phone every day. I said it's okay, there's always a way around things. Let's see what he does. At least promise me you won't be ruined by this jerk for the rest of your life. My sister looked at me and said, "I'm really thinking about how I can get married again, to marry a scoundrel like you."

The autumn midnight should have been peaceful, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything. Thinking of Halen whispering sweet nothings to the traitor, I suddenly understood the meaning of "the hatred of having one's wife stolen," to the point that I forgot I was just an adulterer myself. It was already eleven o'clock, and I still didn't want to go home. I started to dread the time my sister wasn't around; loneliness, like highly concentrated sulfuric acid, began to corrode my strength. Inexplicably, I wandered back to the "Born in the 70s" bar on Sanlitun South Street. After a bottle of beer, I desperately wanted to talk to someone. I took out my phone and called a few of my buddies, but they were either asleep or called me crazy. The last one was even more outrageous, telling me to find a hostess to keep me company, promising to reimburse me the next day. Lately, I've been enjoying time alone with my sister, and my dating skills and intuition have probably plummeted. Even though I just wanted to talk to someone today, after looking around for a while, I still couldn't find anyone to chat with as easily as usual.

It was almost one o'clock, and remembering I had to go to work tomorrow, I downed the last of my drink in one gulp, got up, and prepared to go home to sleep. Suddenly, someone called my name at the door. I turned around and almost stammered – it was the icy girl I'd met a while ago. She came alone, and since I was looking for someone to chat with, I sat down next to her, lit a cigarette, and asked how she was doing. She said she was fine. I said, "Why did you come alone? Haven't you hooked up with a rich guy yet?" Iceberg said, "You think everyone's like you?" I replied, "I recently got a girlfriend and I'm very well-behaved. I plan to finally leave this world of lust and turn over a new leaf." Iceberg said, "I didn't realize you were going to stay a hooligan until you developed erectile dysfunction." I said, "How could that be? I'm paying my dues every day now, and I'm still getting it going every night. I'll probably have to wait another ten or eight years to become impotent." I started to change the subject, praising Iceberg's complexion, saying it looked much better than before, and asking if someone was giving him high-intensity nutritional injections regularly. Iceberg said, "How can you get so carried away with just a few words? I recently went to Australia and talked about my personal life..." "The matter is resolved," I casually remarked, "did you marry a fake foreigner?" Iceberg smiled and said no, she got a divorce and, incidentally, got back what he owed her. I said, "Really, sister? Why didn't you tell me you were already married?" Iceberg said, "You didn't ask." I ordered a lemon tea, and Iceberg told me they were high school classmates who went to university in Australia together and got married there. Later, Iceberg returned to China to teach, and her husband, who had promised to come back soon, never did. A while ago, he suddenly told her he wanted a divorce, and she was extremely upset during that time, but now everything is in the past."

I was stunned, wondering if time and distance could really make someone so heartless. If Halen had been controlled by a traitor and couldn't see me for six months, would he still love me this much? Thinking this, Iceberg said, "How could you get a girlfriend without my consent? I should have priority with you!" I said, "Don't joke around. If you said you were going to find a husband, tons of strong men would come crawling to you. There wouldn't be a chance for a small-time crook like me."

After rambling on about my recent situation, Iceberg started asking about my girlfriend out of curiosity. For some reason, I told her the truth, recounting everything about Halen and me from the time we met until now. After listening attentively, Iceberg laughed and said, "Even someone as carefree as you has fallen into her clutches today." I replied somewhat angrily, "I'm willing, I'm happy." Iceberg said, "I think your desire to save her is just catering to her fantasies. Think about it, if she really divorced her husband, could you give her a completely different life than before?" I said, "I've thought about that. But if people analyze everything rationally, there won't be any true love or loyalty. There are too many things in the world that aren't worth doing." I took a big gulp of lemon tea and said with great bravado, "As long as it's something I like to do, I'll do it even if you skin me alive." Iceberg laughed and said, "You're really childish. You're all old and have wasted your life." Then, she winked mischievously and said, "I'm all alone today. Come keep me company." I said, "Sure, is there a 24-hour pharmacy near your place? I don't have any condoms, haha." Iceberg said, "See? See? You say you love someone else, but you can't resist temptation at all." I said without a trace of shame, "That's right, my upper body only loves her, but my lower body loves all the lovely women in the world!"

Around 3 a.m., we left the bar together. I hailed a taxi and let Iceberg in, saying, "I'm so happy to see you so happy." Iceberg said, "I'm also very happy to see you today. What, aren't you coming home with me?" I said, "Tonight I'm going to have my little brother comfort my left hand. Lately, he's been focusing on my right hand, and I'm worried my left hand will complain." Iceberg said, "I knew it. Looks like you really need to reform. Your phone number hasn't changed, right? Keep in touch." Watching Iceberg's car drive away, I breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking to myself, "This super pervert has finally started to have the noble habit of keeping his lover's vows!"

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