A woman's mole - (Sixty-nine)

In mid-March, I returned to NJ and saw the forsythia blooming all over the campus, swaying gently in the warm breeze.
I came alone this time. Tonight I'm treating my future boss to dinner, and with a few drinks, I'm feeling quite confident. Boss Gao, reeking of alcohol, patted my shoulder and said arrogantly, "Little Zhang, don't worry, I've already spoken to the interviewers. I'll be one of the interviewers the day after tomorrow, so you can trust me to handle things!"
Hearing this, I felt really annoyed. As if I couldn't live without you? But on the surface, I smiled and said, "That's right, that's right, thank you, Boss Gao! I'll drink to you! You can drink as you like..." After saying that, I tilted my head back and poured the white wine in the pot into my mouth.
"Damn, I love students like you!" Boss Gao slapped his thigh and said, "Straightforward and honest! I'll do it too! Haha..."
I grimaced as I took a sip of water, then looked down and gave a wry smile.
"What are you all standing there for?" Boss Gao winked at the students accompanying him, "From now on, we'll be fellow students, so..."
I patiently listened to his lecture for almost five minutes, but finally I couldn't hold back any longer and said, "I'm new here, so I should first pay my respects to all the senior brothers and sisters. Please take good care of me!"
While clinking glasses and drinking with everyone, I inwardly grumbled about Professor Gao's foul mouth, even in front of the female students. However, I quite liked this kind of teacher; in his words, he was to my liking.
"I have a lot of students. They usually do things at school, and sometimes they also have to help with company matters. I want to arrange for you to work at the company. I'm really short-staffed!" Boss Gao complained to me. He probably noticed my confusion and explained with a wry smile, "Let me be honest with you. Don't be fooled by the number of my students. There are only a few who can really help. The first-year graduate students are busy with classes, the third-year students are busy writing their dissertations and looking for jobs, and the doctoral students are under too much pressure. I'm a little embarrassed to use them, haha..."
He actually said something like that; it seems he wasn't just fooling me. But I thought to myself, "Does this mean I don't have to go to class? Does this mean I don't have to graduate?"
"You're different!" he said, patting my shoulder. "You've been working for two years, you have experience. Once you're familiar with the job, you'll be a key player!"
I glanced at his fat, chubby face out of the corner of my eye. His small eyes blinked rapidly, and the more I looked at him, the more he resembled a cunning businessman than a university professor.
What else can I say? Can I refuse? Life is like rape; if you can't resist, then just spread your legs and enjoy it.
So I said sincerely, "I'll do whatever you ask me to do..." After saying that, I added in my mind, "I won't do it if the pay is too low!"
And so, at the dinner table, I sold myself to Boss Gao. Perhaps because I accepted his arrangement, he was very happy, drinking like it was water, spouting "Fuck! Damn it!" repeatedly, leaving me speechless. I glanced at the two girls at the table; one was blushing and embarrassed, while the other remained calm, nodding and smiling in response.
Damn! I thought to myself, this girl's got guts! What's her name again? I forgot…
Before leaving, I said to Boss Gao: I'll take you home.
A bright smile squeezed out of his pale, chubby face as he patted my shoulder and said, "You look down on Professor Gao? I could drink another half a jin without a problem. As for you, haha... I can go back by myself. You get some rest. You have your re-examination tomorrow afternoon. Okay, that's all. I'm leaving!"
"The driver is here to pick him up..." someone said from behind.
I turned around and saw the girl standing on the edge of the flower bed, which made her appear a bit tall, her gaze almost level with mine.
"I don't see the car?"
"At the intersection, this is a one-way street..." she pointed ahead.
I looked and sure enough, there was a black sedan parked there with its headlights on.
I said with a wry smile, "How can Boss Gao drink so much? Thank goodness it's over, otherwise I really would have thrown up!"
She chuckled softly, "I've seen him drink a pound and a half and he's perfectly fine..."
"Oh?" I looked her up and down. She wasn't very tall, just over 1.6 meters. She was wearing a short black skirt with white polka dots, the hem of which reached her knees. She was wearing black stockings, and her calves weren't very straight, but they were quite shapely, so she didn't look bad. The streetlights were dim, so I couldn't see her face clearly.
"What's your name again? Sorry, I didn't remember..." I said awkwardly.
"Wang Ziyue," she said, "the 'Wang' in 'Prince,' and 'Yue' with the 'Wang' radical."
I was already dizzy, and her name made me even more confused. I stared at her blankly, unable to figure out how to write those three characters.
"Give it to me!" she said, reaching out her hand.
"What?"
"My cell phone!" she said reproachfully.
She typed on my phone and then handed it to me.
"Oh? Wang Ziyue, what a nice name!" I exclaimed sincerely.
"Thank you!" she said with a soft laugh.
"What?" I handed the phone back to her.
"The phone!" I laughed.
"Oh..." She smiled shyly.
"First year of graduate school? Second year? Third year?" I asked while she was typing.
"Kenichi."
"Oh? Then should I still call you Senior Sister?"
"No! Am I that old? You've been out of school for two years!" she retorted.
"Isn't this inappropriate?" I said dramatically.
"You just call me by my name, and I'll call you by your name too. That's nice!" she said with a smile.
"It's really nice!" I said, but my eyes were fixed on her full, perky breasts, thinking to myself, "It really is nice."
"Where do you live? Are you going back?" I checked the time; it was only 9:30.
"Tao 2," she said.
"Oh?" My heart skipped a beat. Yan Ji had lived there before, and I had even slept with Yan Ji there that summer. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at? And why are you laughing like that..." she asked curiously.
"Ah, nothing, I just suddenly remembered someone." I shook my dizzy head and asked with a smile, "Are you thinking I'm laughing in such a lewd way?"
"I didn't say that! You said it yourself!" she said, covering her mouth with a laugh.
"Shall I offer you tea or coffee?" I explained, "I'm a little drunk and want to sober up, and also hear about Boss Gao's students."
"Okay!" The edge of the flower bed wasn't high, only about ten centimeters. She hopped down from the edge like a sparrow and smiled, "There's one right ahead, Sculpting Time."
The streetlight illuminated her slightly upturned face, and I realized then how beautiful she was when she smiled, with two adorable dimples on her cheeks.
I ordered a cold drink, and she ordered a cappuccino. We sat opposite each other on the second floor by the window, overlooking the one-way street, where people came and went, mostly students.
"How come I never noticed there was a coffee shop near the school before?" I said, gazing at the tea restaurant across the street. "I've eaten at that tea restaurant before, but I never looked across the street, so I missed it..."
"Oh?" She nodded slightly, just smiling, as if she knew I hadn't finished speaking.
"You look quite pretty when you smile," but I suddenly lost the mood for reminiscing and instead stared at the dimples on her cheeks.
"Oh?" Her lips curled up, and her dimples deepened. "You're quite interesting. Just a moment ago you looked so heartbroken, and now you're being witty." She covered her mouth and laughed.
"Don't cover your mouth when you laugh... Do you have buck teeth?"
"You! You're so annoying!" she said reproachfully.
"Could I have guessed right?"
I knew it. Since we met, she has only smiled, and whenever she smiles more, she covers her mouth with her hand.
She didn't seem to take my words to heart, giving me a sidelong glance and saying, "I just got my braces off, but it's already become a habit..."
"I knew it! I couldn't tell before, that's why I was wondering why you were covering your mouth and laughing. Your dimples are so cute!"
She's from Wuhu, Anhui, which is very close to NJ. She sings Huangmei Opera very well, so I asked her to sing a section.
She didn't mince words, but instead asked, "Which part do you want to hear?" Then she pouted and said, "I doubt you could tell me..."
I laughed and said, "A female prince consort, of course!"
I saw her eyes crinkle with laughter, and under the yellowish light, the two dimples on her cheeks grew deeper and deeper.
Although she was seated, she adopted a serious demeanor, her gestures and eyes conveying a convincing air as she sang in a low, measured voice: "To save my beloved Li Lang, I left my home; who would have thought I'd become the top scholar in the imperial examination? The top scholar wears a red robe, a red flower adorning his hat—how wonderful..."
I was listening intently until she coughed, at which point I clapped my hands and said, "You wouldn't happen to be from a theater, would you?"
She covered her mouth and chuckled again, saying, "My mother is a Huangmei Opera actress, and I learned from her when I was little..."
Damn! I've been underestimating her abilities all along!
"Does it sound good?" she asked, blinking.
"It sounds great! I really like it!"
She pouted and said, "Not many people listen anymore; my mom's almost out of a job!"
"That's how local operas are, unlike Peking Opera. But I do listen to them sometimes."
"Oh? You listen to opera too?" she asked in surprise.
"Just a little bit," I laughed. "My father loves Peking Opera, and when I was little, I would listen to him play the piano and sing along."
I've found it very difficult to meet someone with whom I share common interests, especially a beautiful woman. So I said, "How about I perform a bit of Peking Opera for you?"
She immediately widened her eyes and said, "Okay, okay!"
I was a bit dumbfounded. It was then that I realized I hadn't sung a single line of Peking Opera for over ten years, and I couldn't even remember the lyrics very well.
"I've only learned a few parts, like 'Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy' and 'Shajiabang,' but I've forgotten a lot of the lyrics," I said awkwardly.
"It's okay, just sing whatever you want!"
Unexpectedly, after she finished singing, she covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "The beginning was pretty good, but why did it sound a bit like a pop song towards the end, haha..."
I gave a wry smile and said, "It's been so many years since I've touched it, so please don't make fun of me!"
She bit her lip, trying hard to hold back her laughter, her eyes glistening with moisture. I snapped, "Laugh if you want to!"
"Haha!" She lay on the table and laughed wildly, slapping the table as she laughed, like a crazy woman.
"I'm not laughing anymore, I'm not laughing anymore, I'm laughing so hard I'm crying..." she said, wiping her eyes.
"Why didn't your dad teach you more? It's such a pity," she said regretfully.
I pouted and said, "Come on, ever since I started junior high, he's hardly ever been home. Sigh, never mind, it's all tears when I think about it..."
"An artsy type?" she asked curiously, blinking her eyes.
"Me?" I pointed to myself.
"Pah!" she spat. "I was talking about your dad..."
"Pah!" I shouted angrily. "How could that be? A fifty-something-year-old man, a bohemian? I'm the one who's into artsy stuff!"
"Your dad must have been very handsome when he was young!" she said, as if deep in thought.
"..." I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Not as handsome as me!"
She rolled her eyes at me and scolded, "Narcissist!"
I touched my nose, gave an awkward laugh, and said, "To be honest, I really can't compare to him when he was young. I've seen photos of him in his military uniform, and I feel utterly ashamed..."
"Oh? Or is he a soldier?"
"Yeah, I served as a performing arts soldier for seven or eight years... I was really good at playing the violin, but then I injured my arm and had to retire!"
"Wouldn't that be incredibly cool!"
"You should look at me more! Don't ignore a living person like this, okay?"
Don't you think men who play the violin are handsome?
"I can do that too! Do you think I'm handsome?"
"real?"
Why would I lie to you?
"There seems to be a violin here..." she said, smiling at me.
"..." I felt like I had trapped myself, looking around nervously, afraid that what she said was true.
"Look how scared you are! If you can't do it, then you can't. Why are you bragging?" she said, pouting.
Afraid that if I stayed any longer I would be utterly scorned by her, so I said, "It's getting late, let's go back?"
"Okay, I need to go back and take a shower." She checked the time and nodded.
On the way, she seemed quite excited, singing "The Female Imperial Envoy" as she walked. Her gestures and figure were full of beauty in both movement and stillness.
I lagged a few steps behind, silently watching her intently, and muttered to myself, "How can she be so beautiful?"
"I'm leaving..." She stopped at the school gate, turned around gracefully, and looked around with a charming smile. I couldn't help but think of a poem: "Sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water, a faint fragrance drifts in the twilight."
"I'll see you off!" I was surprisingly reluctant to part with her, not wanting to let go of even a short distance.
"Okay!" she said with a smile, two shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks.
"I've been up there before..." Standing downstairs, I looked up at the apartment building. Yan Ji used to live in a room on the sixth floor.
"Oh? Your girlfriend?" she asked, turning her body to the side and tilting her head.
"No... she's more like a senior student, I was helping her with her luggage..." I said, half-jokingly.
"Oh? You seem to miss it?" she laughed.
"Stop it! Don't always tease me!" I glared at her.
"Hmph! I'm going upstairs!" she pouted, then turned back to smile at me as she reached the door, her red lips parting slightly as she said, "Goodbye!"
I stood downstairs for a moment, then suddenly smiled happily, feeling that it was truly a beautiful night. Humming a little tune I didn't even know, I walked cheerfully back to the hotel, thinking about Wang Ziyue's every move along the way. The more I thought about it, the more breathtakingly beautiful she seemed—her petite figure, her adorable dimples, her bright, expressive eyes…
It seems I had another erotic dream...

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