One night's stand isn't enough, let's have multiple nights! 9

The least popular part of the day—the pre-dinner speech—began. Our company's Greater China head went up and gave a bunch of ramblings, ending by saying that the company's success in localizing in China was in cultivating outstanding local employees. Then he called me up on stage. The blonde lady smiled and gestured for me to say a few words to the audience. I rambled on about thanking the company for the opportunity and how the company culture had influenced me. Then, like some idiots receiving Hollywood Oscars, I started thanking the blonde lady, my boss, and the old man from Hong Kong. Finally, looking at the iceberg below the stage, I said I also wanted to especially thank my fiancée. She took care of my three meals a day, she stayed up late waiting for me to come home when I worked overtime, and she made me understand the meaning of hard work. As I said this, I was really fantasizing that if Halen and I could be together openly, then everything I said would truly be from the bottom of my heart. If my sister were in the audience, she would definitely hug me and jump for joy. My heart ached, and I said a little out of line, "Thank you to everyone who loves me and has expectations of me. I will not let you down in the days to come," and then I bowed and left the stage. Although my English speech was halting and stammering, everyone still gave me, this seemingly slacker-like white-collar worker, a round of applause without reservation. I guess they were celebrating that dinner could finally begin.

Iceberg said to me, "You're quite the braggart." I scoffed and said, "Who am I?" Suddenly, I noticed that Iceberg's eyes were a little moist. I asked, "What's wrong, sis?" Iceberg said somewhat forlornly, "I know who you were talking to at the end. Actually, I've always thought he would be someone who truly cares about me. Your girl now is really lucky. It seems you truly love her." I said, "What are you thinking? I just had a moment of improvisation and improvised. Who am I that close to? You know me, don't you?" Iceberg looked up into my eyes and said, "I may not be able to tell the truth from lies, but I can instinctively tell the truth from lies from the first thing you say. Tell me, has she really cooked for you?" I looked at Iceberg seriously and nodded, "Yes, not every day, but often." Tears streamed down Iceberg's face as she softly said, "I cooked for him every day in Australia too. I would wait for him no matter how late he went out, but he never said that, not even to me." I quickly looked around, put my arm around Iceberg's shoulder, and said, "Sister, don't be sad. I should have known better than to upset you. Let's go get something to eat first. If we go too late, all the expensive and good stuff will be eaten by those foreigners." Just then, the old man from Hong Kong and his girlfriend walked past me with plates and said to me, "Crow, not bad, you've grown up." I grinned and said, "Even now, I'm still your little brother!"

After leaving the Tibetan area, we didn't take a taxi. I accompanied Bing Shan as we strolled along the brightly lit streets towards her home. Bing Shan didn't say much the way, but I kept telling her new dirty jokes to amuse her. A little girl selling flowers on the street ran up to me and said, "Brother, buy a flower for your sister." Seeing Bing Shan's dejected look, I casually gave the little girl a 50-yuan note, bought the whole bunch of flowers, and handed it to Bing Shan, saying, "Your future husband has to treat me to seafood. I've already helped him win you over." Bing Shan took the flowers and chuckled, saying, "Do you always give flowers to girls?" I said, "Of course, but I always give flowers to other people's girlfriends, haha." Bing Shan laughed and said, "Really. Before, when I saw you, I felt so pathetic. Now, seeing you, I feel like I still have some hope. It's not easy for you to still have the time to pamper me." I said, "What do you mean? We're good brothers, we're loyal. How could I watch my brother get caught up in love troubles?" Iceberg grabbed my hand, suddenly kissed me on the cheek, and giggled, saying, "As long as you and your girl are still together, we're good brothers. If you ever end up alone, I'll cook for you."

Including Big Head, a total of seven people left. This Monday, I was busy processing resignations and making calls to recruit people, my hands and feet were constantly on the line. I only had a little free time in the afternoon to send my sister a text message telling her I missed her and asking her to call me when it was convenient. Then I logged onto QQ and found Iceberg was there too. I exchanged a few greetings, then quickly went offline under the pretense of a meeting. Yesterday, after Iceberg expressed my feelings for me, I immediately wanted to run away. Although I teased her all the way to her apartment building, I really didn't know how to reject her. Even if it weren't for my sister, given my past behavior, I disliked being pestered by any woman. But to be honest, I felt sorry for her. Iceberg is also the kind of woman whose emotions outweigh her rationality. I thought I'd give her the cold shoulder for a while. With her looks and qualities, she probably has no shortage of men willing to run themselves ragged. Once she's enjoyed someone else's kindness, she might not value me as much anymore. My phone started throbbing on the table. I saw the number was Halen's secret hotline, so I answered immediately, "Baby, do you miss me?" My sister's voice sounded strange on the other end; she hesitated, then told me she had to see me today but couldn't come out. She asked if I could wait for her at the entrance of No. 52 Middle School behind her apartment complex that evening. I said, "Did some traitor bully you?" My sister immediately burst into tears, saying, "Come on, I'll tell you when you get here," and hung up. I stood there stunned for a moment, then kicked a pile of documents on the table, sending them flying everywhere, yelling "**!" The auntie walking past the door almost tripped.

After work, I went to McDonald's across the street, bought two hamburgers, hailed a taxi, and rushed to No. 52 Middle School. The traitors were watching closely; it would be difficult for my sister to come out. I was also extremely anxious, so I decided to get there early to wait. I sat down on a newspaper on the curb and smoked most of a pack of cigarettes with a Coke in front of No. 52 Middle School. It was already dark, and my sister still hadn't arrived. People passing by avoided me. I felt too conspicuous, so I moved to squat by the wall at the gate, like a migrant worker looking for some fun after a hard day's work.

Around 9 PM, my younger sister finally appeared at the street corner, running. After confirming no one was following her, I went to meet her. She was panting and said, "Come on, let's go inside and talk." By the soccer goal, she hugged me and cried, saying, "Baby, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." I said, "Don't cry, tell me slowly. How did this traitor bully you?" She looked at me and said, "He's forcing me to go to school in Japan. The visa and school are all arranged, but he only told me this afternoon." My vision blurred, my ears rang, and I felt like I could hear my heart freezing. I shook her, shouting, "I can't go! I can't go! I love you! I can't let you leave me!" She cried, saying it was no use. He not only used my ID and passport to get everything done recently, but he also called my parents saying I was having an affair, saying he was sending me to Japan because he loved me and wanted to protect our relationship. My parents scolded me on the phone today. They're coming to Beijing tomorrow. He already... It was all arranged, and my tears finally streamed down my face uncontrollably. I hated myself for being so stupid, for not being a match for the traitors. I hated myself for being so useless, for not being able to keep the woman I loved, for being so irresponsible, for not making plans with my sister earlier to bring her to my side. Now it was all too late. I couldn't let my sister betray our parents for me, could I? My sister hugged me and said, "Baby, there's one more thing I'm sorry about. My dad insists on having a serious talk with you. No matter how much I objected, it was no use. I... I agreed on the phone today." I was stunned. My sister shook me and said, "Darling, please don't blame me, okay? I had no choice." I hugged my sister tightly and said, "Baby, I don't blame you. Don't worry, I'll talk to your dad properly." My sister said, "Darling, just say you're my classmate from Wall Street School. Please don't say we had that kind of thing, okay?" I gritted my teeth and said, "No problem. I'll definitely respect him very much and won't turn against your dad." Seeing me cry uncontrollably, my sister cried even louder. I held her face in my hands, unable to say anything, and we leaned against the goalposts and began to kiss. We kept saying "I love you," tears streaming down our faces, bitter like the last drink before execution. Finally, my sister pushed me away and said I had to go back. I said, "Baby, wipe your tears so the traitor won't suspect anything." My sister said, "Whatever, I hate him now." My sister kissed me several more times before reluctantly leaving. I watched her disappear outside the school gate, turning back every step of the way, my heart aching as if it had been ground into a meat grinder, tears and snot dripping down my face onto my clothes.
Perhaps people in extreme pain are willing to torture themselves. I didn't take a taxi; I slowly walked home for about ten stops, my mind blank. Several times I imagined howling like a wild wolf. Just then, two guys in their early twenties came up in front of me. One of them was probably drunk; he was swaying and being supported by the other, babbling incoherently and gesturing at people who were going around him. I gave them a cold look, and the drunk guy immediately yelled at me, "What are you looking at? What are you looking at?" I didn't want to argue with drunkards and tried to walk past them, but the two guys actually chased after me, saying, "Hey, don't go!" The less drunk one even pushed me, saying, "You..." "Damn it, are you deaf? My buddy's talking to you!" In that instant, I was furious. I elbowed the sober guy in the face, then hooked his shoulder and delivered a flying knee to his groin. The guy collapsed before he could even utter a sound. The other drunk guy was pretty quick; in that moment, I'd already taken two punches to the back. I turned and delivered a back kick, probably to the stomach. Seeing him clutching his stomach and crouching down, I hooked a kick to his chin. He was instantly incapacitated and fell backward. Seeing people gathering around, I quickly ran into an alley, muttering to myself as I ran, "Any day is fine, just don't mess with me today."

I took a day off from work, stayed in my room alone, and didn't go anywhere. The ashtray was full three times, but I kept lighting cigarettes one after another. I was starting to really feel like life was meaningless. Halen and I didn't have a romantic encounter; our acquaintance was rather sordid. We slept together on our first meeting. It would be laughable if I told people how deep and true our love was, but deep down, I always valued our relationship very much. Feelings between people do accumulate little by little. I don't mind that Halen has slept with other men, nor do I mind that my sister has been married before. Recently, I've often thought about the good days we'll have after my sister leaves the traitor, but now it seems I don't even have a chance. Just then, my sister called me, asking if I was free after get off work today. She said her father wanted to talk to me alone. I didn't tell her I had taken the day off. I said I'd treat her dad to dinner, and my sister agreed, saying I'd come with him first. I said that was fine; if the traitor came too, I'm afraid I'd kill him.

After showering, I put on my most formal attire, making myself look like a successful person. Then I took a taxi and arrived at the meeting place early. A few minutes later, I saw my sister and grandfather arrive through the window. I waved for the waiter to come over and fill the three glasses of water in front of me. My sister came over with my grandfather. She hadn't slept well the night before; Halen's eyes were still swollen. I really wanted to hug her and kiss her. My sister timidly said to my grandfather, "Dad, this is Xiaoyi." My grandfather looked at me seriously and said, "Please sit down." My sister said, "Then I'll go back first." I watched my sister disappear into the crowd before I started to look at my grandfather seriously!

Neither of us spoke first. The waiter came over and asked what we wanted to order. I was still wondering how to address the old man, so I mumbled, "You go first." The old man forced himself to be generous and ordered two dishes, then added a shot of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). We stared at each other in silence. I lit a cigarette, thinking, "What's there to be afraid of? I'm the younger one, so it's only right that I greet him first." I asked, "You came here specifically to lecture me, didn't you? Just say what you want to say." The old man poured himself a shot of Erguotou, took a sip, and stared straight at me, saying, "Young man, tell me the truth. Do you really like my daughter?" I bravely met his gaze and said, "Yes, I wish I could marry her. To use a more fashionable term, it's not just liking, it's love." The old man said, "But you know she's already married." I said, "I know, but I really can't help but love her. If she gets divorced, I'll marry her the next day."

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