The Temptation of a Beautiful Colleague

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I heard that a popular new female colleague had joined the company's planning department, because she was very beautiful and charming. Unfortunately, I was on a business trip in Beijing
at the time and only heard about it, so I didn't have the chance to meet her. When I returned to the company, she went on another business trip, so even though she had
been with the company for more than half a month, we hadn't met. But I had heard a lot of rumors about her... they practically
described her as an angel descended from heaven, but I didn't believe it. What kind of woman was she really? The

company arranged for me to attend an awards ceremony-like meeting in Guangzhou. Originally, I was to go with a male colleague from the planning department . (Generally, when two people go on business trips, the company chooses the same sex to save on the cost of a room, ostensibly for cost control.) Just before departure, I received a notice of change. My male colleague had to deal with some emergencies, so the beautiful colleague would be going with me instead. I was inwardly thrilled; it seemed like the trip to Guangzhou would be wonderful. My first meeting with her was in the company elevator. Because I was in a hurry to catch a flight, I quickly greeted her and we got into the car together. It was only along the way that I began to take a closer look at this colleague who was praised by my colleagues as being like a fairy. She had a slender figure , delicate and fair skin, long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and large, innocent eyes. She wore a black suit, the knee-length skirt further accentuating her sexiness; she was indeed a rare beauty, and my heart began to flutter. Actually, every man feels the same way about beautiful women: it's exhilarating. We chatted briefly on the way, and I sensed her quick wit. Judging from her work experience, her beauty wasn't just physical; it was also her inner charm and professionalism. In fact, a woman's charm often surpasses her physical beauty. She wasn't married yet, which is normal; she was only 29. Women her wouldn't easily marry until they felt too old to get married. This kind of woman exudes sexiness and allure. After arriving in Guangzhou, we booked two hotel rooms, opposite each other. Since the meeting didn't start , we had a rare afternoon of free time. After lunch, we went back to our rooms. I turned on my computer to look at some documents I needed to present tomorrow when the phone rang. It was her; she wanted to go shopping and asked if I could go with her. I was secretly delighted, but didn't agree, saying I was preparing documents for tomorrow's meeting and would give her an answer later. She hung up . Actually, I'm quite horny and like beautiful women, but I know the saying "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," so I only admired her and didn't have any excessive expectations. But it was precisely this trait that led to our later story. I wonder if anyone else feels the same way: beautiful women are different from ordinary girls. They are very confident in their charm, so they feel that no man can be uninterested in them. These women are often surrounded by men who fawn over them, so they take men's enthusiasm for granted . On the contrary, those who are indifferent to them ignite their desire to conquer and possess. Perhaps that's how she was. My apparent indifference towards her only fueled her competitive spirit. After hanging up the phone, I couldn't concentrate on the documents. My heart pounded with anxiety; would she go shopping by herself? I started to worry about my own strategy of playing hard to get. All I could do now was wait… waiting is the most agonizing thing in the world; every second felt incredibly long. Just when I had lost all hope, and it was almost 5 o'clock, the phone rang. "How are you? Are you done?" Her voice was sweet. "Oh, you haven't gone out yet? I'm so sorry, I'm already done but I couldn't hide my inner joy. "Shall I come over? Is that alright?" "Of course, I'm always here." Five seconds later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and was momentarily stunned. To be honest, I was breathtakingly beautiful. She had clearly just showered and changed out of her sexy business attire into a white t-shirt and a light yellow skirt. Her long, slender legs were bare of stockings, and she wore casual canvas sneakers. Her beautiful hair was tied up, and her large eyes were stunning . Of course, my initial surprise was fleeting. I let her into the room. She spoke first: "How's it going? Finished the documents for tomorrow?" I replied, "Just finished them ten minutes ago." "Then why didn't you call me? Looks like you didn't want surprised. Every time I go out with other men, they're the ones who invite me out. But you're different; I invited you, and you refused. I immediately replied that it would be my honor to go shopping with her, and that I was indeed working on something. She smiled slightly, "No need to explain , you're doing very well, very classy, that's what a man should do. Actually, you don't need to go far, just come with me to buy a bottle of perfume, mine's finished. These are necessities for girls, and I'm not familiar with Guangzhou, so I'm troubling you." I smiled, "You're too kind, let's go now. " I never bring casual clothes on business trips, and it wasn't until we walked together on the street that I felt a little awkward. I was dressed formally, while she was dressed casually, it looked very mismatched. She, on the other hand, was like a child , looking around. At that moment, my opinion of her changed. It turns out that even a woman who is usually dignified can have such a happy and carefree side, she's like a child. We bought a bottle of perfume at a store, a very light lavender scent . It was then that I realized the faint fragrance I had seen when I first met her. I wonder if anyone else feels the same way, but the combination of scent and sight can create a more profound impression. There's a saying that you can know a woman by and that's what it means. Many lost memories resurface at the slightest whiff of a certain scent. After buying perfume, we strolled along the Pearl River, taking light steps. We talked about many things: ideals, work, love, family, and more, gaining a deeper understanding of each other. Suddenly, she asked me, "And you, where's your other half ?" I gave a wry smile and said, "I'm not a believer in love." She was surprised: "Why?" I smiled faintly: "There must be a reason, but I don't want to tell you today. Let's talk about it another day. Look how beautiful today is; we can't spoil the mood." She stared at me with wide eyes, then quickly said, " Look how beautiful the scenery is over there! I want you to take a picture of me." A very clever girl, she immediately pulled me back to reality from those unpleasant memories.

It was past 10 PM when we got back to our rooms. We each went back to our own, but I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning.
I was reflecting on what had happened that afternoon, asking myself, "Has my heart stirred again?" The night
was unusually quiet, yet I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning. I recalled every detail of the day. She was indeed very
attractive , not just for her physical beauty, but even more so for her every gesture
and movement. A woman's temperament is the most captivating quality, and even the way she walked left
a deep impression on me. Then there was her innocence, her childlike cheerfulness, which made you feel a special tenderness, a longing
to lean on her shoulder. In short, her image filled my mind all night; my heart had indeed stirred again
. But it had only been half a day. Was my feeling accurate? Just then, the phone rang again. I
answered, "Did I disturb your rest? It seems I wasn't wrong; you're having trouble sleeping too." It was her playful
voice. "Yes, I haven't been sleeping. Maybe it's because of that cup of coffee before bed," I stubbornly
replied. "Let's chat, I can't sleep either." She seemed quite interested in the suggestion. What to talk about?
"I want to know why you don't believe in love, or rather, I want to know how you experienced heartbreak." "Hehe,"
I laughed out loud, "How do you know I experienced heartbreak?" "If you haven't experienced heartbreak
, how could you not believe in love? That means you must have experienced love to not believe in it. I'm really curious. Actually
, I should blame you; it was your words that kept me up all night. I didn't intend for you to bring up painful memories, but you know
waiting is a very difficult thing, and I really want to know." It seemed she was truly
intrigued , and she said so much in one breath. This is what you call an unintentional act that leads to unexpected success. I
never expected that a casual remark would still hold her so much interest. The story unfolded because of
many coincidences, just like with her and me. Without those coincidences, I don't think we
would have our story. Admittedly, I was somewhat lucky; some things that weren't intentional became
the foundation for our relationship. "So how do you want to talk? On the phone?" Actually, I just wanted to tell
her that the time wasn't right to chat. She said, "How about I come to your place?" My mind went blank. My
first reaction was that this woman was frivolous; coming to my room so late, I wondered what she
was up to . Often, when a woman is too proactive, it can backfire. Her image in
my mind immediately shrank. I do appreciate beautiful women, but compared to finding a
woman , I'd rather choose the latter and give up the former. I wasn't married yet, and I wasn't interested in playing around.
While I was lost in thought, she said it wouldn't be good for me to come over; it was too late, inconvenient. "Just talk to me on
the phone , please, I really want to hear it." A girl's coquettishness is something a man can't resist
. What could I say? She said, "Wait for me, I'll go get you some tea." This is a painful story for me,
and I might as well mention it here while writing this tale. My first love was beautiful yet deeply sorrowful. This relationship
was enough to destroy me, yet it also gave me a new lease on life. I wasn't defeated; instead, it ignited my
fighting spirit. It all started during my university years. My family wasn't well-off, so university wasn't easy. While other boys were
enjoying romantic getaways, I had to do things that earned me money. I sold
gloves, bicycles, and pagers (pagers were just becoming popular back then). Of course, I was one of the first to own these trendy items
. I applied for a deferral of my first year's tuition and used the money for various things.
So skipping classes was a frequent occurrence for me. I wasn't a good student in the eyes of the teachers, but my classmates saw me as a
capable person. Not long after entering university, I became somewhat famous; everyone knew I was good at causing trouble. I remember the school organized
a speech contest, and my homeroom teacher wanted me to represent the class, saying I was good at bluffing. So I went, but I
really didn't have time to rehearse. On the day of the rehearsal, my homeroom teacher and the academic representative went to the department with me. When they wanted to see my
speech, I couldn't produce it. My homeroom teacher said I was being silly, and I smiled sheepishly. When it was my
turn , I gave a short performance on stage. Actually, it was very simple and straightforward. I just
recounted an incident I witnessed on a university campus and offered my commentary. The story was about a
Japanese exchange student at a medical school who knocked down a Chinese girl on his motorcycle, didn't apologize, and acted arrogantly. I added
a lot of commentary, as if I could inspire the patriotic feelings of every Chinese person present. I succeeded
. On the way back to the dormitory, the academic representative asked me if what I said was true or made up. I told her it was
true and that it happened at some school. I noticed she looked at me with a hint of admiration.

On the day of the actual speech, she actually brought all the people from her dormitory to watch my speech, clapping her
hands until they were red. In the etiquette class of the first semester, there was a ballroom dancing exam, but I hadn't attended any classes.
The day before the exam, I didn't even have a dance partner. She became my dance partner, and she went to
great lengths to barely get me a passing grade. Of course, the teacher also gave her some face, since the exam was
conducted in groups. To thank her, I treated her to dinner. From that time on, we gradually became a couple. I remained the same as before,
still busy, but I would make time for her in my spare time. She did many things for me that touched me deeply,
such as buying me gloves and knitting me scarves every winter, which warmed my heart. In

my second year of university, I rented out a movie theater, which kept me incredibly busy, but I was much
happier because I had something to focus on. Her family was relatively well-off; her father was
the head of the tax bureau in a small city. She once told me that I didn't need to work so hard, that her father could help me, but I
never agreed because deep down I didn't want to rely on anyone. During that time, she came home with me, and my parents liked her very much.
Naturally, I felt very proud back home, bringing such a beautiful girlfriend back with me. She didn't go home until graduation because of
me. We rented an apartment together in our city, living a very frugal life because I
wouldn't allow her to take money from her family, saying I could support her, and she never complained.

Until one day, she suddenly told me she was going to Singapore, that her parents had arranged it, and she couldn't refuse, asking
me to wait for her for two years. I remember what her parents said to me when they saw her off, asking what I could give her. I remained silent.
For six months after she left, we still talked on the phone constantly, and I could tell she missed me. But after six months,
the contact decreased significantly. Every time I called her, she said she was busy with her studies and didn't have time to contact me. Later, I
learned she had a new boyfriend. I remember that night I drank two bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in one go, the alcohol going from my
stomach to my throat. I got drunk. I was drunk for a month, lost my job, and was devastated
because I knew we had loved each other, experienced so much happiness, how could it all end so quickly? So from that day on, I
stopped believing in love. Are you listening? After I finished telling my story, I was already in tears. Actually
, this relationship was very precious to me, so much so that even today, when my wife asks me who is more important to me, I don't
give her a direct answer. First love is beautiful. She didn't speak for a long time, and I heard her sobbing; she
actually . "Okay, thank you for sharing your story with me. It's beautiful and tragic. I understand you, I really
do , because we have some things in common. Okay, you should rest now. I'm going to watch your speech tomorrow
, and I'll cheer you on so much this time."

I woke up early, it was already past 8 a.m., I don't even know when I fell asleep last night. After a quick wash,
I thought of her. Maybe she wasn't up yet. I called her room, and she answered immediately
. The first thing she said was, "You're awake?" "You woke up even earlier than me! I thought you were still dreaming,
" I said in surprise. "No, I often work overtime writing, this is nothing
. Let's go eat," she suggested. The agenda for meetings like this is usually the same: a speech from the leader, announcing
the winners, going on stage to receive the award, speeches from the award recipients. I've attended so many meetings like this, so
when it was my turn to give my speech, I felt completely relaxed. I briefly introduced the company, and then began to share my
personal views on the market. I saw her, sitting in the front row, intently watching me. I think my hard work today was mostly
because of her. When the applause erupted after my speech, I saw her clapping her little hands vigorously; yes
, she really clapped her hands until they were red. When I sat down next to her after the event, she quietly said to me, "You spoke
very well, with a lot of impromptu stuff. You completely deviated from the script; I could never do that." I laughed and said, "
I never use a script when I speak."

After the meeting, we returned to the hotel. I went into my room to pack my things because I had a flight that afternoon and
could get home that evening. Then she came to my room and said she had a request. Essentially, she didn't want to
go back that day and wanted to stay another day. She asked me to tell the company I had a project to work on and would be going back a day later. I was surprised
and asked her why. She smiled and said, "It's rare for us to relax, so please agree. Don't you want to know
some things about me?" This made me feel a little strange. I applied to the company to stay a day later, deciding to see
what she was up to. Actually, I was willing to stay; I had already developed feelings for her. After a day of
interaction, I felt she had gotten to know me somewhat, and I had left a good impression on her. I don't know
why, but I was rather indifferent to her, yet this indifference only drove her closer to me. Perhaps
there was no one in her dictionary who was as indifferent to her as I was. So I wanted to find an opportunity to get to know her. I heard her
calling me, asking me to go to her room. When I got to her room, there was a very fragrant scent, the kind of lavender that's very
alluring. When she saw me come in, she smiled and asked me, "Let's go for coffee later. I want to have a good
chat with you. I'm very interested in you." "Why?" I asked her. "Because you're one of the few
men I've met who aren't interested in me, or rather, I want to give it a try." After saying that, she took out her casual clothes from the closet,
preparing to change. I was about to leave when she said it wasn't necessary, that she could change in the bathroom. I sat down and heard her
close the door. I glanced at it habitually; the door wasn't closed completely, and I could see her through the crack. At that moment,
I felt conflicted. Faced with such a beautiful woman, any man would think about her, would have a meltdown.
I couldn't resist looking. Her white lingerie clung to her shapely figure. Her breasts were firm, her stomach flat, her
legs long and slender; even the way she bent over to put on her skirt was captivating. As a man, I felt aroused.
I quickly left his room, went back to my own, and washed my face with cold water to regain my composure. She came to my room and said, "
You're such a gentleman! I told you you didn't need to avoid me." My face flushed slightly, and I told her
I . We went to a nearby coffee shop and ordered coffee. I, as usual,
got a mocha, while she seemed interested in Blue Mountain. Our conversation started with first impressions. She expressed her
confusion , asking me directly if she was pretty, charming, and if I liked her. I didn't know how to answer for a moment. I
just said I felt conflicted. She chuckled, "Yes, I heard your story yesterday. You don't believe in love,
or you're afraid of love, you're running away from it. Let me tell you my story. I told you yesterday that
we have similarities." I smiled and said, "Okay, I'd love to hear it." But my mind was filled with
her beautiful body. I wanted to devour her, she was so alluring.

Things often happen by chance. We were in a coffee shop, an elegant place, listening to music, and
she poured her heart out to me. It turned out that after graduation, she had just started working at a company and fell in love. Of course,
beautiful women are always welcome. It was a senior from her university. Because she was new to the company, this
senior took great care of her, attending to her every need, both at work and in her personal life. One beautiful night, they fell in love,
and she gave him her virginity. The days that followed were filled with happiness; they lived happily together.
But their blissful days didn't last long. The company found out about their relationship. The company had a clear rule against romantic relationships between colleagues
, and one of them had to leave the company. She left for him, but at that time, she
felt it was worth it; any sacrifice for the man she loved was worthwhile. They were already living together, leading a life
almost like a married couple. Men often make the same mistake: the thrill of seeking new women
. He wasn't immune to her beauty and sex appeal either. For several days, he came home late,
reeking of alcohol, and always with a faint, pleasant fragrance. A woman's intuition
told her something unusual was about to happen. Whenever she asked, he always said he was working, entertaining clients—which
, of course, was quite normal. Finally, one day... It was a Sunday, and she and he had arranged to go...
She was shopping, but he had something urgent to attend to at the company that morning, so they agreed to
meet at the mall around 10 a.m. Whether out of curiosity or coincidence, she didn't meet him at the agreed location that day, but went directly to his
company . What she saw there drove her crazy. Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw him and a
young woman working in the entire company—or rather, not working, but kissing. A very passionate kiss. She was
thunderstruck . Completely bewildered. She hurriedly fled the company, running home crying. Once home, she packed her bags
and left that place, or rather, that city, that had caused her so much pain. Of course, he explained and promised her things
, but nothing moved her. To avoid further heartbreak, she left the city and went to work in another city.

She cried; I saw a tear roll down her pale cheek. I handed her a
tissue , and she wiped away her tears, opening her big eyes to ask me, "Is there no true love in this world? Are all men
only thinking with their lower bodies? I've met so many men over the years, and they're always so
fickle when it comes to women." I smiled slightly and said, "Not necessarily. Women are
attractive , but I believe responsible men can handle these things well, especially
men with family responsibilities." She smiled through her tears and asked if I hated my girlfriend. I said no, everyone has their own life, and I
can only blame myself. We chatted for a long time, and gradually became more familiar with each other. I discovered she was a very sentimental woman; even
the smallest thing you did for her would move her deeply. On the way back to the hotel, we
strolled back. Along the way, she wandered around like a child, looking at things here and there. Suddenly, her hand reached out to me,
so naturally. I put my arm around her slender waist; it was so soft. We walked towards the hotel like a couple.

Back at the hotel, at the room door, she took her hand off my arm, took the key from her bag, and opened
the door. I grabbed her hand and told her not to open that room. Actually, this was a test; if
she refused, I wouldn't be embarrassed, and if she didn't, it would be easier for me to do what I was about to do. She
smiled, showing no objection, and I was overjoyed. In my room, she sat on the edge of the bed. I
poured and sat down beside her, very close. I could even smell the
fragrance emanating from her pores. Her breathing was faster than usual. If a man could remain calm in this situation, there
was definitely something wrong with him. We chatted aimlessly, and I slowly placed my hand on her thigh—it was so smooth,
cool, and soft. Her leg trembled slightly. I immediately kissed her lips, and we fell onto
the bed , the glass falling to the floor, water spilling everywhere. We kissed passionately. Her tongue was soft, like an
earthworm winding through my mouth. My hand, taking advantage of the situation, reached for her thigh, while my other hand climbed up her
breast .

Her breathing became heavier, more like panting. When I pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her
white bra, her firm breasts standing proudly. When I removed her skirt, her fair thighs
were presented before me, and I kissed her entire body. At this moment, her hands gripped mine tightly. "

I want you," she said, her face flushed, and so we...

After our passion subsided, we were both sweating profusely. She nestled beside me and asked for my opinion of her.
I said that before I met her, I had heard how beautiful she was and that I really wanted to meet her. After meeting her, I fell in love with
her. She pouted, "That can't be true, can it? You were so cold to me. But just now you were so eager with
me You men, you're all so greedy when you see a woman." "I was greedy.
I wonder who begged me just now." Saying this, she clenched her little fist and hit me, calling me bad. Taking advantage of the situation, I grabbed her
hand and pulled her into my arms. She made a face, as if to say, "Do you want more?" I chuckled mischievously, "Aren't you going to give it to me?"
So we hugged each other again.

I woke up after 9 a.m. and saw her sleeping peacefully beside me, a happy smile on her lips.
I went to the bathroom to wash up, and she woke up. I went over and hugged her, asking if she slept well. She pretended to be angry,
saying, "You woke me up last night, how could I rest well?" I said, "Then let me give you a massage," and lifted
the covers , preparing to massage her. To be honest, facing such a naked woman, I felt a surge of desire again. She didn't give me a chance
and put on her clothes. Our flight was at 4 p.m., so we asked the hotel to book our tickets. We still had some
time together, so I asked her what she wanted to do. She thought for a moment and said she'd rather wait in the room and not go out
. We stayed in the room, talking about her and me. She asked me how I felt about her,
and I said it was great. "No, we won't have any intimate contact." Who knew she'd pout and say, "
You men don't have that kind of logic when you do 'that' with pretty women, do you? You like them first, then you do it.
" I made a face and said, "You yourself admitted you're a pretty woman, but I don't think you're
pretty." Her face flushed and she said, "You're so mean! Don't you think I'm pretty?" I immediately replied
, "You're not just a pretty woman, you're an extremely beautiful woman." She pouted and called me mean, clenching her fist to hit me, but I
pulled her into my arms. I kissed her tenderly. "What do you think of me?" I asked her. She
smiled mischievously, "I just feel like you're pretty cool, you never even look at me properly, you know? You're
someone I've never met before. Usually, the men I meet are all very honest and simple, but you don't seem like that. So I
thought you had high taste, your girlfriend was very pretty, your… Anyway, I developed a strong interest in you and
wanted to investigate you." So what conclusion did she draw after investigating? "I asked her, 'You like me too
, don't you? You've fallen for me too?' She grinned mischievously. 'I like you because you're so great,
you know, silly,' I said earnestly.

We embraced in the room, enjoying the happiness of love, or rather, at that time it wasn't love yet, just
mutual attraction. We ate a simple set meal at the hotel restaurant, and she suggested we go for a walk. So she put her arm around
my shoulder and we walked down the street. The midday sun in Guangzhou is scorching. We went to the Pearl River and
chatted like a couple, enjoying the scenery. We rented a tandem bicycle, and I
rode along the Pearl River, her in front and her behind. The world felt wonderful at that moment, and I rediscovered the feeling of first love. She told me she
didn't want to go back to the company because we wouldn't be able to be together anymore; we'd both have our own things to deal with."
What's even more troublesome is the frequent business trips, meaning we'll likely have very few opportunities to be together. I told her
there's plenty of time, and relationships need time to develop. I told her I have many flaws waiting for her to discover and accept, and she
has her own shortcomings that I need to adapt to. We promised each other to be honest with each other and
not hurt one another, no matter what happens.

For almost a month after returning to work, we barely saw each other. We were both busy,
and our few encounters at the company were fleeting. During this time, we exchanged text messages quite often.
She expressed her longing, and I reciprocated with my affection. In short, that hazy feeling was beautiful. Obviously, we weren't officially in a relationship, but those subtle private exchanges were enough to bring some joy
to my life . On a business trip to a small city in my province, I had already held several rounds of talks with a partner. The general terms of were mostly agreed upon, but we were getting worked up over some trivial matters. It was exhausting. Walking the streets of a small northern city, watching the bustling crowds come and go, I couldn't help but sigh. Life can be so simple. What are people busy with every day for? For a better life, yet we end up making ourselves miserable . We should cherish every day of our lives. My phone rang. I opened it and was overjoyed; it was her calling. I answered quickly. "Where are you now?" came her charming voice. I chuckled and replied, "I'm in S City. Where are you?" "I know you're in S City, but I'm asking where in S City you are?" she pressed, somewhat impatiently. "Are you in this city too?" My heart raced. "Yes, we just got off the train. There's a new project to discuss. I knew you were here, so I called you as soon as I got off." "I'm outside. Why don't you go to the company office first, and I'll head back right away." After hanging up the phone, I hailed a taxi and drove back to the office. I need to say a few words here: although we had been intimate, our colleagues were completely unaware . The company also has regulations against ambiguous relationships between colleagues. So I rushed back, and when I saw them, I had to pretend to be surprised. After a few pleasantries, I learned that they had also just received the notification to come for preliminary negotiations on a project. Each company's preliminary negotiation team consists of its elite members. Although she hadn't been with the company long, her outstanding appearance and skilled work already made her a vital member of the company's advance team . Although we were face to face, and both of us were very eager for each other, we had to pretend... We were chatting casually. Suddenly, she told us that she had a college classmate in the city and needed to visit him that evening, so she wouldn't be staying the office. She then hurriedly left. Accompanying her was a planner from her department, and I chatted with him . I asked him how it was traveling with a beautiful woman. I wasn't sure what my purpose her , which was quite embarrassing. He even told me she was a cold-blooded animal. I smiled inwardly; it's not that she's cold-blooded, it's that you don't understand beautiful women's hearts. My phone beeped with a text message. I opened it and saw it was from her: "At S Hotel 110..." "Room 8." After reading this text message, I pondered what lie to make up about not staying at the office that night without people suspecting I was with her. I had dinner with my colleagues from the office, but I was distracted and couldn't find a suitable excuse. I was anxious inside, but I couldn't show it on my face, so I chatted idly text message came in. I opened it and saw it was from her, asking when I was coming over. I replied immediately , still looking for an excuse to leave. To my surprise, she replied with a "Silly" and a smiley face. Just as I was feeling lost , a phone call came in. I saw it was a local number. When I answered , a woman's voice came through, as if her throat was blocked. She called my name as if she wanted everyone present to hear. She said something like a friend of mine was also on a business trip in the city and needed my help. I wondered who this was. She then said, "At Hotel S, Room 1..." Room 108. My heart skipped a beat. So that's it. I quickly said goodbye to everyone, explaining that a friend happened to be there and needed help. They all heard me perfectly well, and they were all smiling at me. I didn't know what they were laughing at, but I didn't care. I grabbed my coat and headed straight to the hotel. When I got to the room, I rang the doorbell, and the door opened. A warm body rushed into my arms, and I quickly closed the door. We embraced and went to the bedside, sharing a passionate kiss that made me feel hot all over. I really wanted to… She suggested I take a shower, and I realized I was covered in sweat and smelled terrible. Then I smelled her fresh fragrance— that subtle, pleasant scent of perfume. She had already showered and was waiting for me. While I was showering, she suddenly came in, smiled at me, and I asked, "Why are you peeping at me while I'm showering, you lecherous woman?" She laughed heartily , clutching her stomach as she leaned forward, revealing her alluring breasts. I was thrilled… After a passionate encounter in the bathroom, she quickly dried me off and said, “Don’t you miss me ? Why haven’t you come over for so long?” I replied that it was really difficult to find an excuse; if we both left at the same time, suspicion would inevitably arise. To my surprise, she got angry. “What do they know?” I asked, her face flushed with anger. I kissed her and said, “It’s nothing, it’s nothing. I’m not afraid of what they might say. Besides, even if they suspect me, they’ll suspect my friend who’s away on business, not us.” A moment of silence followed. We started chatting. She asked if I missed her after not seeing her for so long. I said, “Of course I did.” Then she asked if I’d been with other women . I answered, “Absolutely not.” And then we began… She poured out her longing for me. I also told her how much I longed for her. She got excited, hugged me, and said, "Tonight I'm going to drain you dry, not leave any for other women." I was speechless and could only let myself be drained. I woke up at 6 a.m. and contacted my colleagues at the office about my visit to the leaders of a partner company. I went directly there, not going back to the office, and asked them to bring me the necessary items. After the call, I went to her bedside and quietly looked at her. She was sleeping soundly, perhaps from the exhaustion of yesterday's activities. I kissed her forehead . Just as I was about to leave, she suddenly woke up and called for me not to go. I said I had an appointment and work to do. She didn't say anything, only that she wanted to take me downstairs and spend more time with me. I spent the whole morning in a daze, not knowing what to say. My colleagues kept looking at me, and after the meeting, they asked me why I was so listless this morning.

"Concentrate," I said, blushing, "I'm not feeling well." He chuckled and said, "Take care of yourself," a laugh that made me
uneasy. Back at the office, I saw her already there. We exchanged a simple
greeting . I watched her working on a presentation, but she seemed listless and unmotivated. A sudden unease crept in;
I knew she wasn't focused on her work either. I increasingly felt the seriousness of the problem.
My work in that city was a complete mess. Her negotiations had also failed. I was conflicted, but she seemed overjoyed.
Perhaps is the difference between men and women. Men prioritize their careers, while for women, love seems to be
everything. Of course, she was no exception. Although she appeared to be a strong, independent woman, she was actually a tender-
hearted young woman. Sometimes I think about it; some beautiful women, seemingly aloof and radiant,
have inner vulnerabilities that few know. Perhaps it's because they are so outstanding that
many people consider them unattainable and instead seek out those less capable, creating
a situation where great beauties go unpursued.

I remember when I was in college, there was a beautiful girl in my class who was 172cm tall, but surprisingly, no one
pursued her. Conversely, some girls who weren't as attractive were being chased relentlessly. It was a very interesting phenomenon. It wasn't until I met her that I gradually
understood this. Now I'm thinking, why didn't I realize this when I was in school? Maybe
if I had, that pretty classmate would be my girlfriend.

Haha, just a side note. Actually, our relationship was already subtly changing. These
changes were evident in the way she looked at me and the frequency of her phone calls. I knew she had fallen in love with me, but I
wasn't ready. Although in every way she was wonderful, even an honor for me,
I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I felt incredibly repressed, perhaps because she was holding me too tightly.
Aside from her physical allure, I didn't feel anything else for her. Deep down, I knew it wasn't love. I don't know
what I was thinking then, and even today I don't understand it. I have no regrets about missing out on her.

Recently, I haven't been traveling for work; I've been working on two projects in my city, while she's been traveling all over China. Unlike
before, I frequently received text messages from her, and even received sudden calls at 1 a.m. asking
what I was doing. Each time, I was speechless. "Honey, what time is it?
What could I possibly be doing?" My tone was clearly dissatisfied, but she didn't seem to care, laughing and saying, "Who knows what you're
up to with that woman?" I felt helpless, and mostly we'd talk about missing each other. One weekend, I was sound asleep
at home honest, I was incredibly annoyed. Who could it be knocking at this hour
? I checked my watch; it was only a little past 8 a.m. I struggled to get up, squinting as I opened the door. Suddenly, a figure flashed in and
threw herself into my arms. Being greeted by such a fragrant scent so early in the morning, I didn't know
what to feel. She kissed me passionately and hugged me tightly. I pulled away, surprised, and asked her, "What's wrong?
It's like the end of the world has come." Her face was flushed, and she said breathlessly, "You know, we
've been apart for 25 days and eight hours. I missed you so much. I just got off the plane and
came straight here without even going home. I thought you'd be happy." I smiled at her and said softly, "Of course I'm happy. I'm so glad you
came. But you must be tired from your journey, especially with your night flight. Go take a shower and
get some sleep." She kissed me and continued, "I was supposed to fly back this morning, but
I missed you so much that I said I had something to do at home and came back first. My colleague is still out of town." After saying that, she added
, "I really wanted to spend the weekend with you, just the two of us." I told her that what she needed to do now
was take a shower; I didn't like you smelling bad. She pouted, "You're so mean, I
'll see if you like me later." She smiled and said, "You smell bad too, let's go shower together."
We went to the bathroom together, and she asked me to help her take off her clothes. She was wearing a light gray suit with a white blouse and
flesh-colored stockings—a typical professional woman's outfit. I took off her blouse, and her firm breasts supported
the white blouse. The buttons were slowly undone, revealing a blue bra underneath. I then
opened the skirt from the back and pulled it down. She wiggled her sexy hips to help me remove the skirt easily. Her long, beautiful
legs and flat stomach made me freeze again. I kissed her thighs gently, and I could clearly
feel her breathing quicken. Then she slipped her hand inside my underwear; I was already quite aroused…

In the bathtub, she nestled in my arms, and I held her tightly. Suddenly, tears streamed down her face, and
she said, "You're the man I've loved since him." I didn't know what to say, so I returned the kiss with a kiss.
It was past 10 PM when I finished showering
were all dirty, so I threw them in the washing machine. She found a set of my clothes in my closet, and they were obviously
too big for her. But it was better than nothing. I led her into the bedroom and told her to take a nap, but she insisted I stay
with her. I told her I had just woken up and wasn't sleepy at all. I couldn't refuse her, so I went to bed with her. She snuggled into my
arms and quickly fell asleep. Holding her, I couldn't help but think of my girlfriend, and my heart felt a
jumble of emotions , very painful. I quietly left her, thinking about what to do. Obviously, we couldn't go out this weekend;
I needed to do some things these next few days. Going out wasn't very convenient, so we'd have to stay home. Yes, I should
buy some things; we needed a nice lunch, she probably hadn't eaten. So I quietly opened the door and went to the supermarket to buy
vegetables and groceries. When I finished cooking and woke her up, she came to the dining room sleepily, her eyes lighting up. She jumped
into my arms and asked, "Did you make this?" I proudly replied, "Of course!" (I forgot to mention, I
enjoy cooking, so my dishes are quite presentable; even my wife's cooking is
far inferior to mine.)

She picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, and excitedly said, "Your cooking is so delicious! It would be wonderful if you
were my husband." I chuckled, "Then be my wife, and I'll cherish you." She smiled and said
, "Okay, okay, I'd love to. Don't mind that I'm older than you." I said, "No, I like older
women." We ate together warmly, and honestly, my heart felt warm.

The lunch, despite being just a few simple dishes, didn't feel unpretentious; she savored each dish I made.
She praised each dish she ate. She asked me, "How did you get such good cooking skills?" I laughed and said, "Talent.
Just like you, your talent is attracting men. No matter what you wear or do, you exude elegance
and sexiness, making men drool." She smiled wryly, "Men, most of them think with their lower bodies."
I've never had a good impression of lecherous men. I looked directly at her and said, "Then why
aren't you disgusted by me? I think with my lower body too." Her eyes lit up, and she stared at me, saying, "You're not like that. You're a
gentleman . When we go out together, you're very gentlemanly. Even when I dress very sexily, you don't show
the slightest lewdness. At most, I feel you're admiring me. And also, I love the stories you tell me
. We have similar experiences, and your speeches are so captivating."

She rattled off a lot of things in one breath. I looked at her and smiled, "Am I really that good? I didn't
know that." I smiled mischievously and said, "You know what? It was all an act. It was all an act to win you over
." I know what women like you like, so I used a strategy of playing hard to get, didn't you notice?
She glared at me and said, "I'll just play along and get you under my wing too." I laughed
heartily , and she laughed too. We looked into each other's eyes, and I could clearly see the burning passion in hers. My lovely woman,
am I really going to have to play out this complicated relationship with you? After dinner, she started to clean up the dishes, saying it was a woman
's job, and I watched her do it. She asked me to hug her from behind, saying it made her feel safe. So
I hugged her from behind, and we chatted as we washed the dishes. You see, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and she was only wearing my
big coat. When I hugged her from behind, my buttocks were deliberately rubbing against my sensitive areas, and
I quickly became aroused. I said to her, "You want more? Really? That intense!" She smiled mischievously
and said, "What are you talking about? It's clearly your thing that's being unruly, it has nothing to do with me." I quickly apologized, saying
I needed to leave this dangerous place immediately. Just as I was about to leave, before I could pull my hand away, she abruptly turned and kissed me
passionately . I was stunned again. My arms instinctively wrapped around her, and soon her
clothes slipped down, revealing us once more. I carried her to the bedroom, and she blushed, saying she wanted to sit standing up.

At noon, she clearly wasn't going to rest, so I suggested watching a movie. I asked her what kind of movies she liked, and
she said she'd like anything I liked. I said, "Don't regret it!" So I opened a drawer, picked out
a few classic South Korean horror films, and started watching. Throughout the movie, her hand never left mine.
During the most thrilling parts, I could clearly feel her trembling. Looking at her sideways, it was clearly not
enjoyable, but rather torture. I paused, asking if she wanted to watch something else, but she insisted, "No, I want to
watch what you want to see most. You know, I can tell a lot about you from the types of movies you watch. You're someone
who isn't afraid of difficulties and dares to take on challenges." I looked at her helpless smile. I wasn't that bad, actually. I watched horror movies
because I was tired of action movies—they were all the same. Romance movies were too sentimental, and art films were exhausting.
So, the most exciting thing was horror movies; at least they kept me focused, even though I was scared sometimes. I
liked the feeling. She jokingly told me she wouldn't dare stay in a room alone when she went on business trips anymore. She then begged me to accompany her on more
business trips. I said that wasn't up to me. Then she suggested I transfer to her department. I said that wouldn't be good;
we should prioritize work. There's plenty of time; deliberately pursuing something might be counterproductive. She seemed
hesitant , but ultimately didn't say anything. I vaguely sensed something was amiss.

Suddenly, she asked me seriously, "Please objectively evaluate my work ability." I was taken aback and asked her
why . She still asked me earnestly, "Please tell me." I paused for a moment to think: "Honestly,
you're an outstanding colleague. Your professional skills, adaptability, interpersonal skills,
and affability are all excellent. You're a very professional woman, and the company is lucky to have you." "
Are you serious? Do you really think so?" She stared at me with wide eyes. I
nodded : "Yes, truly." She smiled brightly. To receive such praise from you, I'm content. You
don't think I won you over because of my looks, do you? I laughed, "Absolutely not." To lighten the mood, I
followed , "You think you're very attractive, huh?" She remained serious and said, "I used to think that way,
but after meeting you, I've started to change. I've begun to doubt my charm. I'm not perfect; there are still
men who aren't interested in me. But you know what? I really care about how people look at me. I got to where I am today
through my own hard work, step by step. If I took any shortcuts, it's just that I'm more approachable, and the boss likes me. But my work is also excellent. I didn't get everything
I have through looks or anything improper ."
I looked at her in surprise. "Why do you say that?" She shook her head. "There are some things you don't
know ." "It's precisely because I don't know that I need to know. Please tell me." I was getting a little anxious. She
stood up, walked to the window, crossed her arms, and stared blankly out the window. I followed her, hugged her, and
asked what was wrong. She turned back and smiled, saying, "It seems I should have a home, a man." I was completely baffled by her words
. She suddenly said, "I'm very bothered by business trips with other men, especially from their eyes and
actions. I see so much helplessness." I laughed and said, "You're a great beauty,
it's ." "But they think I'm frivolous, that I don't rely on my professionalism, but
..." she said somewhat resentfully. I told her, "You have to persevere, just do what you can do." I
laughed and said to her again, "Who is it? Who thinks I'm their darling? I'll go and fight them!" She finally laughed,
"Who's your darling? Aren't you afraid the people at the company will find out about our improper relationship?" I
immediately clarified, "I'm not afraid of anything. It's just that we both have our own careers, and going public wouldn't
benefit either of us, so we won't do that. Let me tell you, I'm a person who loves and hates fiercely. Otherwise, I could go to the company first thing tomorrow
morning and shout, 'You're my girlfriend!' I'd rather quit my job!" She covered my
mouth with her hand. "No, no!" "Are you having any difficulties? Do you need my help?" I
asked, looking into her eyes. "It's nothing, a small problem. I've encountered this all the time; it's just sour grapes."
"There are too many people, I don't mind." After saying that, she smiled and said to me, "I only value you now, you are the most
important person in my heart." That night we slept in the same bed, I held her, and she quickly fell asleep. But I tossed and turned,
unable to fall asleep. I thought about what she had told me that day. Obviously, she must have encountered something, and it was very
troubling. I wondered who it could be. Although we weren't in the same department, I
knew a few people in her department. I thought and thought, but I still couldn't come up with an answer.

Suddenly she woke up, and I immediately turned on the light and handed her a glass of water. She took a couple of sips,
smiled and looked at me, saying, "You're so kind." I smiled back. She asked me why I wasn't asleep yet,
and I said I was thinking about what she had told me today. I didn't know what difficulties you were facing, and I wanted to know. She looked at me and said, "I'm fine
, I can handle my own problems, you don't need to worry about me. Okay, I want you to sleep with me."

(Some netizens mentioned my work environment above, so I'll briefly mention it here, but only briefly, because
I don't want to describe the industry and specific job content in detail. This experience isn't fictional; the characters in it
are based on real people, and I hope my friends can understand. The company is a consulting firm, doing market positioning,
product planning and packaging, marketing, and sales for various companies. I'm in the company's sales center, and she's in
the early stages of the planning center. Although we're in two different centers, we often collaborate because
we need to )

Life continues in its hectic pace, but amidst the heavy workload, I've found warmth. We
still maintain a clandestine relationship. Of course, we still see each other infrequently. But thankfully, whenever we have the chance, we
fully enjoy life. Time October has arrived, and although the weather has started to cool down, our
city is still quite hot. One day in October was our company's anniversary celebration; this year marks the company's 10th anniversary,
so we held a large celebration party. The company booked a banquet hall in a five-star hotel and invited
all company employees and leaders from partner companies. The entertainment was excellent, with a hired
performance was the performance by our own employees; everyone had a great time. Our department and
the planning department were seated at two tables further inside, with my colleague and me sitting
back-to-back . This allowed me to overhear some of their conversations.

Here, I need to mention one person: their department director, whom I find quite unreliable; I'll
call him Director Lai for now. Mr. Lai is a 33-year-old man, a graduate of a prestigious university,
a typical academic. Whether it's because he's too "good" or for some other reason, he's still unmarried.
He's professional in his work and has a knack for interpersonal relationships, a notable characteristic being his skill in office politics, where he
has a certain influence in forming cliques and cultivating personal connections within the company. We usually get along quite well; I've dined with him a few times with my supervisor
. During one of these meals, I heard Mr. Lai lavishly praising her, saying how capable she was, how much she had contributed to the company so quickly,
and how others should learn from her. I was quite pleased. She did a good job, and I was
genuinely happy for her. Then everyone started toasting her. I estimated she had drunk at least 20 glasses and
was worried about her. I gently grabbed her hand from behind, signaling her to stop drinking. She gripped
my hand tightly for a moment, then released it.

Everyone in the department had drunk enough, and it was time for inter-departmental toasts. Manager Lai led her to our table
to offer a toast. Manager Lai even specifically praised her on our table, saying how capable she was. When it was my
turn to clink glasses with her, we acted like strangers, behaving very professionally. But when she was about to drink,
I stopped her, saying, "You've had quite a bit, I'll drink this one for you." Manager Lai immediately said, "This is our
department's gesture; if she can't hold her liquor, I can take her place, it's not your turn." I quickly said, "That's right, that's right." Manager Lai
drank her glass and then said to her, "It's okay, if you can't drink anymore, I'll take your place." I looked at her
blank and said nothing. That night I also drank quite a bit, and I was a little tipsy. She, too, was clearly
also somewhat drunk.

The company party ended around 10 PM, but the department party didn't. Everyone had drunk a bit too much,
so they suggested going to karaoke. The sales and planning departments are usually the most boisterous, and they're also where
the young , attractive women gather. Our two departments teamed up for karaoke. We got a huge private room and
started singing. Mr. Lai sat next to her, occasionally saying something to her. As for me, I was surrounded and teased by
several . Gradually, it turned into a duet between the two departments. When it was my turn to sing, emboldened by
the alcohol, I said, "Which of the beauties from the planning department wants to sing with me?" A song clearly expresses my heart. Several girls stood up,
vying for it. She suddenly stood up too, and I reached out my hand to her. Actually, that night, I wanted her too. I don't
know what I was thinking then, but I clearly sensed something, something that seemed to be related to her,
something that seemed to be related to Mr. Lai. This was an outward gesture, indicating that she belonged to me, and also a test, a test of
her love for me.

We faced each other, singing this old love song. It was less about singing and more about conveying our feelings. I
expressed my admiration for her, and she expressed her longing for me perfectly. This was a... A bad start,
and misfortune began from there. After finishing my song, I returned to my seat and glanced at Mr. Lai out of the corner of my eye. I noticed his
obvious displeasure. She, too, had sat in a corner after our song, her arms crossed, her eyes
gazing unfocused into the distance. I looked at her, my gaze unwavering. She smiled back at me. I
raised my glass, and she raised hers too. We smiled at each other and finished our drinks.
To outsiders, these little actions tonight might seem insignificant, but I knew there was something more between me, her, and Mr. Lai. My
intimacy with her just now… My actions had already displeased Mr. Lai.

At this point, I gradually realized some of the things she had been hesitant to say to me earlier.
Our . When we left, Mr. Lai insisted on taking her home. Watching her get into Mr. Lai's car,
I felt a mix of emotions. Just then, my supervisor came to my side, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "Be
smart young man." I stared at him blankly. He pulled me into his car and told the driver to go to **Café.
My supervisor and I arrived at a café, and he bluntly said to me, "You should be able to tell, right? Mr. Lai and which..."
"What's your relationship with the new female colleague? Why are you getting involved with her?" I asked, puzzled.
I didn't understand their relationship. The supervisor anxiously said, "Young man, you're still young, don't jeopardize your future." Then he
told me what he had noticed. He said that Mr. Lai and she probably had some personal relationship, or that Mr. Lai had feelings for her, or something like that. I
was about to say something when the supervisor said to me, "There are plenty of good women out there, why choose her?" I was speechless.

Just as I was about to tell him about my relationship with her, the phone rang. I saw it was hers and quickly
answered . She said on the phone, "Come to my place, I'll be waiting for you." After hanging up, I told the supervisor I had to rush
back. He offered to take me home, but I said no, I'd take a taxi myself. The supervisor patted my shoulder and said, "You're still young, and you're doing a great
job . I don't want to lose you. Don't get involved with people you shouldn't." I bowed my head and thanked him.
I rang the doorbell, and after two rings, she opened the door. We hugged each other. She hugged me and said, "You were too
impulsive . You know it's not good for you." I said, "As a man, I should do this." She then told me that on the way
back Mr. Lai kept asking about our relationship. I simply said that we had cooperated on a few negotiations before,
but we weren't close. She also told me that she didn't want to hold me back because of her. I asked her back, "What is
it that I don't know?

" She smiled bitterly and said, "You're a smart person, can't you see what's going on?" I
said dismissively, "Isn't it just that Lai likes you and is pursuing you?" She said that was true; from the moment I joined the company, he was
very attentive to me. At first, I thought it was because of my abilities and his appreciation as the boss, but gradually I
realized that wasn't the case. And at this time, I had already fallen deeply in love with you, and we had started
dating . So I resented him. I told him more than once that I had a boyfriend, but he
always just smiled and said, "That's your business with him, it has nothing to do with me. As long as you're not married, I have the right
to pursue you." I also told him how good our relationship was, how outstanding she was, and that he
knew Mr. Lai—always aloof and arrogant—saying he was very interested in me, wanted me to arrange a meeting,
and kept inquiring about my profession. Each time, I could only laugh it off.

Hearing all this, I felt very strange. To be honest,
I had been , unsure whether it was love or not. But
after what she just said, I clearly felt a pang of sadness. From this, I concluded that I liked her.
As a man, especially at this moment, my fighting spirit was at its peak. From the beginning of our relationship,
there were so many coincidences, so many things unintentionally helping us grow closer—for example,
our similar experiences, my initial coldness towards him, etc. These don't mean I'm good at picking up girls;
they just mean these methods worked on her, so it was easy to get what I wanted, and I didn't
appreciate it. Now, when this precious thing is threatened or challenged, its value becomes
all the more real.

"What are you standing there for?" she interrupted my thoughts. I pondered for a moment and said to her, "
What do you think of Mr. Lai? Maybe you two are a good match. He's much better than me." Actually, I was testing
her with this question, even though my bold experiment at karaoke had already succeeded, I still wanted to try.
To my surprise she looked me straight in the eye and said, "What do you think? I never comment on him, and we're not
the same kind of people." She categorized me and her as the same kind of people, Lai as the same kind. Then she said, "My
feelings for you are sincere and unwavering, so I've been very troubled. I can't be open about you; that would
n't be good for you. Many times I've thought about leaving the company to be your woman, but I can't
bring myself to do it. As a woman, my husband is important to me, but work is also a very important part of my life."
I stopped her and told her that it should be me leaving, not her. We looked at each other and hugged
. She said to me, "Don't mention leaving so easily. We're not at that point yet. We need to work
hard for our future." I asked her if she had experienced any harassment during her business trip. She smiled and said,
"I can handle these things, don't worry. But you should change your temper; don't act impulsively." I
smiled.

On Monday, I arrived at the company and ran into General Manager Lai in the elevator. He greeted me as usual and even
patted my shoulder amicably, as if expressing appreciation. I didn't pay much attention. Then, HR
notified me to come over. It was essentially a secondment request; the planning department wanted to second me to their department to strengthen
their efforts in negotiating a crucial project. And the project leader was neither her nor me. I was bewildered.
What did this mean? How could they put me on the same project as her, especially since it was General Manager Lai who seconded me? Then
I thought again, maybe I was thinking too badly of General Manager Lai. Perhaps he only had feelings for her.
He withdrew from the situation after seeing our ambiguous relationship and even made things easier for us. Thinking this, I felt a warmth in my heart,
and my impression of General Manager Lai changed considerably.

I took the secondment application form to our director for his signature. He frowned and said, "Mr. Lai mentioned this to me
, but I didn't recommend you go. However, he insisted. I won't say much more here, just tell you
to find a way not to go, make up your own reasons." I asked the director why, and he just told me to do as he said
. I went back to the HR department and made an excuse that the project couldn't be done right now, asking Mr. Lai to find
someone else. It seemed like HR already knew this would happen, and they directly told me to talk to Mr. Lai. I was even more confused
.

When I arrived at Mr. Lai's office, he smiled at me and even poured me a glass of water before getting
down to business. "The project we're working on is a huge one in the city. It will not only bring huge
profits to the company but also enhance its brand image. Therefore, the boss attaches great importance to this project and is personally
overseeing it. The boss specifically requested that the most elite personnel be assigned to handle it. Considering the actual market
situation , we're seconding you to help with the preliminary work." He then called her over and
said, "We'll work together to complete this project." He'll hold a celebration for us. I was filled with excitement and even expressed my
deepest gratitude to General Manager Lai; he's such a generous leader and values me so much. I was overjoyed.

Back at our director's office for the signature, I enthusiastically explained the importance of this project and the boss's high regard for it.
I told him, but my supervisor kept shaking his head as he listened. Just as I was about to finish, he added, "You need to
understand that the more important this project is, the greater its impact on you. The more the boss values this project, the more we,
as the operators, will succeed and make a significant contribution; if we fail, there's no turning back." I was about to say
something when there was a knock on the door. Mr. Lai came in and briefly told my supervisor that I was a perfect fit for the project and that he absolutely had to let
me go, adding that I would only be needed for a month. The supervisor immediately asked my opinion, and I said I was willing to go.
As soon as I said that, I noticed a slight twitch in the supervisor's facial muscles. He didn't insist but signed the papers
. The procedures were simple, and that afternoon I moved into the planning department. My desk
was right next , making communication easy. When I sat down next to her and extended my hand, she hesitated for a long time before shaking my hand,
looking at me tentatively. I was puzzled. After work, she called me and asked me to come to her house that evening; she had something to
say to me.

After work, I went straight to her house, expecting a warm hug, but when I saw
her, she looked cold and distant. I asked her what was wrong. She seemed very upset and said, "Who told you
to do this project? Do you even know what kind of project it is?"

I smiled slightly and said, "What kind of project? I don't care about anything else. Since you're doing this project, I should help
you, no matter if it's a minefield or a raging inferno, I'll be with you." Her smile only confused me more. Then
she bluntly told me that this project was impossible to complete. The partner company had a
terrible , and their project paperwork had major problems. Under these circumstances, they were demanding
repayment from us, which, frankly, meant doing something illegal or even unethical, you understand? "That's normal,"
I said. "Aren't there many companies that do this? I think it's perfectly normal." "What's normal about it? What do you know?"
She was almost frantic.

Then she told me that the project had already gone through several changes in personnel, many of whom had failed because of
it . She also said that the project boss himself was involved, and even Mr. Lai himself didn't want to get involved
. I found it even more ridiculous; wasn't that a great opportunity to prove myself? "An opportunity? If it were an opportunity,
would Mr. Lai have let you in? Would he have backed out?" Seeing that she couldn't persuade me, she said, "Things have come to this point, so once you're in, you
have to listen to me. Don't act impulsively." I hugged her and said, "Don't worry, is there
anything the two of us can't handle?" She finally calmed down. We ate together.

The next day, we received a notice that the boss would personally take us to meet the partner company, with Mr. Lai and our
director also present. At the meeting, I introduced ourselves, explaining that we were specifically there to supplement the sales force for this project. The partner
company was very satisfied. One issue was that sales and payments needed to start soon, and it was essential. At this point, our side expressed
its views. Our director explained from various angles why sales couldn't be done now. The partner company argued their case forcefully,
seemingly unwilling to compromise. At this point, Mr. Lai spoke up, roughly saying that although the sales conditions weren't yet
ripe , with my involvement, he believed sales would improve significantly and suggested the company give it a try. He
immediately asked for my opinion. I, of course, continued discussing sales matters with our director, when the boss
suddenly stopped me and told the partner company that we would be deploying sales arrangements soon.

After the meeting, my director and I rode back to the company in the same car. He told me that sales for this project were definitely
necessary , but my previous remarks were intended to present some objective
difficulties to the partner company and our company, so that if things didn't go well, I would have an excuse. However, I was telling him that the difficulty level of this project couldn't be
measured by normal standards; in other words, I was considering the impact of its failure on me. He explained
that he hadn't wanted me to come because he knew the chances of success were slim. The planning department transferring people from our center
was essentially finding a scapegoat for failure, but I didn't listen and insisted on agreeing. He had discussed this with the boss several times,
saying that this project wasn't at the stage where our center needed to send personnel, but I did. But I couldn't say too much. Mr. Lai had
contacted me several times asking for you, and I had clearly refused, but he wouldn't give up.

It was then that I suddenly understood why, when I couldn't explain myself to HR, they directly told me to go to Lai—
it was all part of his plan. Because it happened so suddenly, neither the director nor she had a chance to stop me. I
deeply realized that my situation wasn't good. I was pondering my next move when
she came over and hugged me from behind, gently saying that she was the one who had ruined things, that
she Mr. Lai. I said it was okay, it wasn't a big deal. At most, we received a
task that wasn't easy to complete, but someone had to take it on. If such an excellent team like ours didn't do it, who
would ? She smiled at me and said, "You're right, there's a challenge and an opportunity in it.
Maybe if we succeed, we can make it big in the company." We hugged each other, encouraging one another.

The next day at the company, I was called into Mr. Lai's office early in the morning. To be honest, looking at his face, I really
... The purpose of our conversation was roughly this: the boss wanted to quickly launch the preliminary sales work for this project,
and I was to be fully in charge. He also emphasized the importance of this project to the company, saying that if I could do well, it would definitely be
a great opportunity. He was quite busy with his work and wouldn't interfere too much with the project's progress; I would be primarily responsible for it
. After the conversation, I left his office, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing down on my heart, making it hard to breathe.
Such an important project didn't even have a director assigned to it, yet I was put in full charge. This added to
my pressure. Sitting down, I started thinking about some ideas for how to proceed. She brought me a cup of coffee and
said, "We'll get through this together." I smiled at her. Yes, we'll get

through this together. That morning, we carefully analyzed the project itself and the market, and
developed a complete visit plan. The next task was the arduous task of visiting clients. To be honest, I
hadn't personally visited clients for many years, and these initial visits were very mentally and physically exhausting.

After lunch, I was packing up my documents, preparing to leave the company to begin my work visits, when she
walked over. She was noticeably shorter than before. I was wondering why, when she smiled and said, "I've changed into flats. Wearing heels
for the upcoming visits would be exhausting!" I looked at her in surprise. "Who said you were
coming with me? I had no intention of doing that." She chuckled. "Of course, we're partners, but... but..."
"Let's go, we need to hurry," she said, not giving me a chance to continue. She walked out of the company alone. That afternoon, we visited
several companies near the project site, and some showed interest in purchasing our products. To be honest, this kind of work is really tiring, and
soon my legs started to hurt. I could see she was also visibly tired, but she always had a smile on her face, which gave
me some confidence.

That evening, she asked me to come to her house with her. After dinner, we started to review the day's work. Although there weren't
any major breakthroughs, at least we had a preliminary understanding of the market. I looked at her, and she looked at me.
I felt a surge of emotion and suddenly hugged her, saying, "Thank you for your support. You must be exhausted today." She
smiled sheepishly and said, "Yes, I am very tired. My legs don't even feel like my own anymore, but I'm very happy. This is what it means to be tired
but happy ." "Okay, I'm going to treat you properly. Come on, lie down on the bed, I'll give you a massage." Actually, I
didn't know anything about massage, so I just gently massaged her calves. We had walked a lot that day, and
we had waited for more than half an hour just for a leader from one company, standing straight at their company's entrance. Her calf
muscles were noticeably stiff. I said, "It's only been one day, how are we going to manage?" She chuckled in response.
Looking at her long, slender legs, my hand gradually moved to her buttocks—very sexy,
accentuated by her short skirt. I reached over the skirt and gently caressed her through her underwear. Soon her breathing became rapid
. She suddenly stood up and pulled me to take a shower, saying she smelled terrible. In the shower, when we were completely honest with each other
, I was tempted again and pounced on her, releasing all the pressure and confusion of the past few days.
She opened her body to welcome me; or perhaps it could be said that she was also releasing herself.

After arriving at the company, I did a detailed analysis of yesterday's visits, noting the
industries that seemed interested in our project. At that moment, she came over and asked when I was leaving for
today 's visits. Looking at her sunburned skin, a wave of emotion washed over me. My dear
girl, gratitude welled up from the bottom of my heart.

I smiled slightly at her. "Sit down. We can't just run around aimlessly. We need to summarize yesterday's
experience to benefit today's work. Look, these companies are clearly very interested. Could we use this
industry as a breakthrough point?"

At this moment, Mr. Lai came over. Seeing the two of us talking, he asked her to come to his office so
he could talk to her. She left with Mr. Lai, and I sat there alone, continuing my research.

Walking alone on the road of visits, the bitterness was indescribable. I thought of the hardships when I first started in this
industry . Back then, it wasn't like now, wandering around every corner of the city every day.
It's just that I haven't used this kind of work method for a long time. After visiting two companies, my legs started to ache. Being turned away made me a little discouraged.
At this moment, I realized that the most basic level of sales is actually the hardest. I still gritted my teeth and was determined
to achieve something. Just then, the phone rang. It was her. She sounded very
agitated , saying how bad Mr. Lai was. It turned out that Mr. Lai wanted to talk to her to withdraw from this
project and analyzed its infeasibility. He had already arranged a very good project for her in another city.
She also said that when she asked Mr. Lai what to do, he smiled and said he had his own way. Hearing this,
I was stunned, and an indescribable pain welled up inside me. I looked up at the sky, wondering if
I couldn't get through this hurdle...

Maintaining a calm tone, I congratulated her and asked when she would leave. She replied on the phone, "
Do you think I'd leave?" I told her seriously, "We're working; we have to follow orders." My
words were calm, but my heart was heavy. This endless pain wasn't just for my current situation,
but more for society, for all kinds of people in it, for interpersonal relationships, for the mutual destruction between people.
She shouted on the phone, "I don't care! I won't go! I won't leave you alone on this project!
We have to fight side by side! I've already rejected him, and he's very angry!" I was speechless, a mix of bitterness and angst welling up inside me.
At the end, I told her I would come to see her that evening and to keep her composure.

For the next part of the work, I tried to maintain a calm mindset, but I couldn't calm my mind.
I needed to make a phone call. I got through to my supervisor, who listened quietly until I finished speaking. He then told me to let her
leave the project, saying that maybe I still had a chance. I asked why, and he said it wasn't clear over the phone and told me to come to a
nearby hotel to find him. When I arrived, my supervisor was already sitting there, and we started talking.

He gave me a comprehensive analysis of the project. He wasn't saying the project was completely unworkable, just
difficult . Doing it well on such a project required my utmost effort and the company's full support. But
the problem was, Mr. Lai had put me on this project because he had a prejudice against me, and that prejudice stemmed from her.
If she didn't leave the project, or rather, if she didn't leave me, I wouldn't get the company's support,
and how could I possibly complete the project? Actually, it's very simple; Mr. Lai wanted to give me a warning
. Don't you understand?

After hearing all this, I didn't know what to say. We're working! Why bring personal
matters into work? The company is innocent! My supervisor smiled at me. "Young man,
that's life. Work is part of life too. I'll tell you what to do. You need to get her to leave the project for now
. At the same time, I'll try to bring the project back to our center. I'll reinforce your staff then,
and together with me, we'll finish it. Besides, Mr. Lai has already achieved his goal. This project is a
hot potato; he won't hold on to it. It's just that our workload will be heavier, and my risk will be higher,
but it's worth it for you." I looked at my supervisor, my heart overflowing with gratitude. I could only manage to squeeze out one sentence: "Thank you!!!

" He smiled and said, "No need. Helping you is helping myself too. You're one of my people." He told me
to persuade her to obey Mr. Lai's arrangements and go to another city. I nodded.

That evening, we met. Her eyes were red; she had clearly been crying. I went over to comfort her, and she
hugged me, saying, "No matter what, I can't abandon you. It's my fault. I'll stay with you." I
wiped away her tears and told her that we wouldn't be defeated. Then I
told her my supervisor's analysis and thoughts. She looked at me in surprise, and after a long while, I finally spoke, "I don't want to leave you, but... okay."
I promised her, "You'll do your best too. I'll wish you all the best and be ready to give you anything you need." We hugged
each other , looking out at the dark night. Yes, the night had only just begun; there was still a long time before dawn…

Things went relatively smoothly. She agreed to Mr. Lai's request to go to G City with him for that project.
As for me, my supervisor took me back to the sales center, on one condition: the project would
be transferred directly from the planning center to the sales center. It was made very clear that the planning center would only cooperate with the sales center on this project
, and the sales center would be fully responsible for it. It was obvious that Mr. Lai wanted to absolve himself of all
responsibility , and my supervisor, pressured by my involvement, agreed to all the demands. In this world,
encountering a good leader in your career is very beneficial to your development. Without my
supervisor, perhaps I would still be in the initial stage of struggling. I am deeply grateful for that.

Back at the sales center, I noticed a change in how some colleagues viewed me. Perhaps everyone knew about my
situation , or perhaps it was because of me that our center reluctantly took on this almost impossible
project, increasing our risk and potentially harming everyone's interests. I
felt guilty; after all, these were all excellent colleagues I had worked alongside, and I
was implicated. Sigh, it pained me.

The sales center held its first all-hands meeting. Everyone
attended including secretaries and clerks. The meeting's message was that the entire center must work together to win
this project. Sales staff, regardless of their direct involvement, were required to provide market
information and leverage their networks to promote it. I was appointed
project manager, assigned four assistants and a car, and given full responsibility for the work. At the end of the meeting
, our director made a profound remark that has benefited me greatly ever since: "There are no projects that can't be completed,
only people who can't do them well."

After the meeting, the director called me into his office and asked who I wanted to transfer. He said he would support me in all cases, and even help coordinate with people outside
my department . I didn't say anything, tears welling up in my eyes. I said, "Just
assign me another girl. I know the center is short-staffed with only three people, and I can't
let my situation affect the center's work." The director smiled and said, "Since I'm willing to give you people, I've already considered everything.
It won't have a big impact." I still refused, saying one female assistant was enough. Seeing my insistence, the director
didn't press the issue, but simply said, "This project is crucial for you. You must give it your all. We must
win." I nodded. He called his assistant, Xiaoyun, into his office and said, "Xiaoyun will be assisting you with this
project from now on." I was shocked. How could this be? Xiaoyun is your assistant. If she does this project,
how manage?" The director smiled and said, "I'll take on Xiaoyun's work." Xiaoyun smiled and said, "Don't
worry, I'll work overtime tonight and then come back to do these tasks." Looking at my two colleagues—not just friends, but my best friends—
I was deeply moved. The director told Xiaoyun, "From now on, you have to listen to him and work hard. You must
win this project. I don't care what methods you use, I only care about the final result." We both nodded.

After leaving the office, Xiaoyun and I went to the office and began to familiarize ourselves with the project, analyzing
its advantages, market positioning, target audience, and so on. To be honest, I now have confidence in this project
because with so many people supporting me, I'm sure I can do it well.

Let me tell you about Xiaoyun. She's a very talented female assistant in our company. She graduated from a top university with a formal
marketing degree and has experience working on several large projects. She's excellent at communication and is
one of the top performers in our center. She's outgoing, has a bit of a tomboyish personality, and looks like she's in sales. She's quite slender and
tall, the kind of elegant professional woman. Of course, she also has many suitors;
during holidays, they practically knock on the company door.

We've already done a comprehensive job preparing for this project, and combined with our previous experience,
the work will soon resume.

When I got home that night, I went to bed early and fell asleep, only to be woken up by my phone ringing
. It was almost 1 a.m., and it was her calling. I asked her why she was still up so late. She said angrily on
the other end , "I'm practically a lazy bum's wife, always accompanying him to social events." "Have you been drinking?
" I asked. She said she'd had a little, not much, but social events sometimes require drinking. "Did you miss me?"
she asked playfully. I pretended to be serious and said, "How could I? You know my situation lately."
At this point, I noticed she fell silent, then said, "It's all my fault." I chuckled.
"It's okay, it's not our fault."

She asked about my work, and I told her about our work schedule. When she heard that Xiaoyun was working with me
, she fell silent. I asked if she was asleep. She then said somewhat angrily, "Oh, why didn't I think you missed me
? Turns out you're with a beautiful woman. Looks like I'm superfluous now." I asked her in surprise, "How could you
think like that?" A moment of silence followed; I didn't know what to say. She seemed equally unsure, finally
saying, "Rest, I'm tired." After hanging up, a strange feeling washed over me. Her comment
forced me to think about my female assistant. Ha! Could something have happened between us? Definitely not!
I immediately concluded. Xiaoyun is excellent, but not my type—too impulsive.
Too lazy to think further, I soon fell asleep.

The next day at the company, I waited for Xiaoyun. At 8:30, she called,
asking me to wait for her downstairs. She and her driver, Lao Wu, had already gone to get the car. I went downstairs and soon saw
her waving frantically at me in a Passat, like a child. I ran over and got into the passenger seat.
Just as I was about to drive off, Xiaoyun said, "Could you please sit in the back? If you're closer, I'll eat you alive! Besides
, everyone else wants to sit next to me, you blockhead!"

Being the outspoken person I am, I burst out laughing and said to her, "Xiaoyun, who would dare marry a spoiled brat like you?
If no one wants to marry you, you'll cling to them. You can't escape now." Old Wu in the front also said, "Hurry up and sit in the back seat, even the pretty girl is
complaining ."

I sat down next to Xiaoyun in the back. She seriously handed me a form. Looking at it, I saw it
was a visit plan, very detailed, categorizing the companies by industry, including their addresses,
phone numbers, contact persons, and our existing relationships. After looking at it, I glanced at Xiaoyun, who looked at
me strangely. "Hey, what's wrong? What are you daydreaming about?" she asked.

After a while, I snapped out of it and said to Xiaoyun, "You've thought of everything! I'm impressed." She laughed, revealing a row of
perfectly aligned, white teeth. "Okay, enough flattery," she said, "let's get to work. I'm planning to visit
these companies this morning. They're all related to the director, and he's already given them prior notice."
Looking at the first list of companies to visit, I felt a warm glow inside.

From the beginning of this project, I'd been working with her. Because she was in the planning department,
my ideas for sales were mainly focused on her. Now, things were different. Back in the sales center, with the director's and Xiaoyun's help,
I felt my path was clear. If I just kept going, the results would be great.

The first company we visited was a bank. We met directly with the branch manager, who seemed quite
familiar with Xiaoyun. We briefly explained the project, and the manager frankly told us he
could help us because our project paperwork was incomplete. He couldn't intervene as the bank could, as that would be
a mistake. However, he could privately help us organize some individual investors, for which we expressed our gratitude. Before leaving,
the manager shook Xiaoyun's hand and asked when she would do him the honor of going to karaoke. Xiaoyun smiled and said, "Once you help us
close the project, I'll sing with you until dawn." The manager laughed heartily.

The second company we visited was a university. We met directly with their vice-principal, who Xiaoyun said was the director's
university classmate. We went to his office and received a similarly high-level reception, with tea and water served.
After our meeting, they wanted us to stay for lunch, which we politely declined.

At noon, I asked Xiaoyun what she wanted to eat, offering to treat her. Xiaoyun thought for a moment and asked, "What do you and she usually
eat together ?" I was taken aback. "Who is she?" Xiaoyun chuckled mischievously. "Who are you talking about? Even Master Wu seems to
know who I'm talking about," she said, a sheepish grin spreading across her face.

Suddenly, it dawned on me. "Oh, I'm talking about her!" I hesitated, unsure how to respond. Xiaoyun chimed in, "Just kidding! Let's just
grab something at a restaurant. We have two more meetings to attend to this afternoon." We found a Chinese restaurant. I ordered a set meal,
as did Master Wu, but Xiaoyun only ordered a salad, leaving the main course blank. When we asked her why she wasn't eating,
she said she needed to maintain her figure. So that's how she stays so slim!

Master Wu finished eating quickly and told us he had some personal business to attend to, promising to be back before work that afternoon. After
he left, we ate and chatted. I told her about my happy mood, and she laughed, saying that
no man working with her was ever unhappy. Indeed, it's true. To be chosen by the director as his assistant within the center,
Xiaoyun must possess many unique qualities. The two company visits this morning clearly demonstrated her sales skills;
her elegant demeanor and perfectly timed remarks even impressed me, someone who considers myself quite capable.

She suddenly asked me, "Do you regret it?" I was taken aback by her question. "You were assigned to this project,
you must know why, right?" I said, "I know, I don't regret it." Xiaoyun told me she was indeed a very
outstanding woman and thought we were a good match. I laughed, "You know about us too?" Xiaoyun smiled and said, "Yes,
I knew . I saw you two exchanging glances at each other while singing that day; even a fool could see it." I smiled but didn't reply.
My interactions with Xiaoyun were very natural. She possessed rich professional knowledge and excellent communication skills, making our conversations
easy.

In the afternoon, we visited two more companies, a trading company and a design company. These
were two private companies, and we met with CEOs, all of whom had been contacted beforehand by the director.
Both companies showed good interest. Because they were private, the CEOs weren't worried about making any political mistakes. We scheduled a follow-up
meeting.

When we got back to the company, it was already past closing time, and most people had left, but the director was still in his office. Seeing
us return, he called us in, inquired about the visit, and told me, "Your next
focus should be on talking to all the private companies. It doesn't seem suitable to talk to state-owned enterprises or government agencies at this stage. Xiaoyun, compile a list of clients of
a certain , and tomorrow you should go all out to reach them.

" Afterwards, I looked at Xiaoyun and said, "I feel sorry for you, you have to work overtime again." Xiaoyun said, "It's nothing, these are very
simple." I said, "I'll help you with this, so you won't be lonely." Xiaoyun smiled and said, "You're so considerate. Okay,
let's do it together."

We two accessed the company's database and listed the matching companies together. We discovered that many of
these companies had close ties with our company; some were with the director, and others with General Manager Lai.
By the time we finished, it was past 10 PM. I noticed the tired look in Xiaoyun's big eyes. A girl who
had been working since 8 PM was already exhausted. I offered to give her a ride home, and she smiled and
agreed.

The elevator doors opened, and just as we were about to enter, two people rushed out—General Manager Lai and her. When
the four of us met, Xiaoyun naturally greeted both of them, but I stubbornly didn't
speak , only nodding in acknowledgment. I noticed her eyes were on me, and I couldn't read her expression,
but I knew she was definitely unhappy to see me with Xiaoyun.

Xiaoyun and I got into a taxi together. Xiaoyun playfully asked if I was upset about seeing my
girlfriend with my rival. I smiled and said no. After dropping her off at home, I hurried home myself.

I saw her outside the door; she was already waiting there. She was wearing a white suit and
white high-heeled shoes, her hair loosely draped over her shoulders. Her large eyes looked at me as I approached, her
expression complex.

We went inside together, and I hugged her, kissed her, and asked how she had been. She hugged me back, and
we poured out our pent-up longing and frustrations. We held each other tightly as we headed to the bathroom.

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