Buy Love

Although the explicit content is only a small part, I personally feel it's a rare and beautiful piece of writing

. "Sir, please buy me love."

"Love, my love, sir, please buy me love."

"Sir, please reconsider, my love will make you very happy!" Christmas seems to be approaching.

I walked alone on the street, weaving through the crowded streets, trying to cross the line of fire to get to the MRT station smoothly.

I had a date with Youyou at Fisherman's Wharf; being late would be a death sentence. We'd been dating for four years, from passionate love to a more mundane existence. After graduating and entering the workforce, we became increasingly busy, and the time we spent together decreased.

Today was Youyou's birthday, and she insisted on meeting me. I couldn't be late; Youyou hates it when I'm late.

Has everyone in Taipei squeezed onto the streets? I frowned, helplessly being pushed along by the crowd. Luckily, I was wearing a denim jacket today, so the friction didn't matter. Bring it on! I roared inwardly. I, Zhou Gong, am a hero, upright and indomitable; how could the mere Taipei crowds possibly deter me?

"Sir!"

Suddenly, someone tugged at my sleeve. I looked down and saw a young woman in the prime of her life, wearing a dress and riding boots, with long, flowing hair and delicate, fair features. Even heroes can't resist a beautiful woman! I couldn't help but stop in my tracks.

"Sir, please buy my love."

"Huh?" I was dumbfounded. "What do you want me to buy?"

Her eyes sparkled, and her voice was pitiful: "Love, my love, sir, please buy my love."

I grinned. "Miss, nobody sells that anymore! I don't want to buy it either!" She was disappointed, her pretty face filled with dejection. "Sir, please reconsider. My love will make you very happy!"

I chuckled, shook my head, and released her hand. I said gently, "Go home. You look hungry and tired. Go home, eat your fill, get a good night's sleep, and I guarantee you a wonderful tomorrow!" With that, I ignored her, stepped down the stairs, and ran away as fast as I could.

Her voice and expression had a magical power that evoked pity. However, I couldn't help but wonder about her true profession.

She was beautiful, so I didn't want to think of her as despicable. But could a woman selling love on the street be from a good family? Probably just another soul tormented by reality, no longer caring about dignity.

I hoped the person who would buy her love tonight would be gentle, so perhaps she would have a pleasant night.

Finally, I arrived in Tamsui. Stepping out of the MRT station, I could smell the river... Suddenly, I felt I needed a break too.

After a whole year of hard work, I needed a break.

Thinking about all the things that happened at work, I couldn't help but sigh. The boss's demands, the clients' demands, the unmanageable business—cold sweat broke out.

My watch beeped a few more times, abruptly pulling me back to reality. Youyou! I wonder if she's angry yet!

Running to Fisherman's Wharf, the bustling street scene already had a festive atmosphere. I spotted Youyou immediately and strode over.

Youyou! Long time no see! I couldn't wait to hug her tightly. My eyes were glued to her, my smile deepening, and I couldn't wait to shout her name in the wind.

Suddenly, I realized she wasn't alone.

There was a man with her. Who was he? My alertness was instantly heightened. They were arguing, and the man had grabbed Youyou's hand, which she couldn't shake off.

I quickened my pace, arriving at their side like Superman.

A sentence drifted into my ears. "Let me fight this war with you!" Fight? Has the CCP attacked? I was puzzled and stopped what I was about to say.

"No need, I can do it myself, let me talk to him myself!" Then I heard Youyou say that.

"Talk to whom? What to say, Youyou?" I asked.

Youyou turned around abruptly, saw me, and her face turned pale.

"Hi!" I said, a vague feeling of unease creeping into my heart.

"Duke of Zhou!" Youyou softly called my nickname.

"Who is this? Youyou?"

Upon hearing my question, Youyou forcefully shook off the man's hand, but for some reason, he pulled her back.

"I'm her new boyfriend, sir," he said arrogantly.

"Huh?" I scoffed, stunned.

"Please break up with Youyou. Youyou is very unhappy with you! I plan to propose to Youyou. I will give Youyou happiness! I will make Youyou happy for the rest of her life!" the man continued.

"Huh?" I was still oblivious, but I looked at Youyou and saw she was crying.

"Duke of Zhou... I..."

I stammered, suppressing my anger. "What nonsense is he spouting?" I

pointed a thumbs-up at the guy.

Youyou's tears fell like broken pearls, ruining her makeup. "Duke of Zhou, I'm sorry, you're so cold to me. I'm so lonely." I thought I heard something in Arabic. "Are you lonely?" "Yes, I'm so lonely. Before, you would always call me, but now you don't call at all. You haven't taken me out to play in a long time either. Every weekend I'm locked up at home, like a little bird without wings!

"

I opened my eyes wide, feeling my nostrils flaring as I breathed heavily. Was Youyou a little bird without wings?

"He's so good to me, he makes me feel like I'm in love again..." she said, crying.

I looked at the guy. He puffed out his chest and pulled the tearful Youyou into his arms—my girlfriend.

"Please let Youyou go. There's no happiness in forcing someone! Love requires both parties to give their whole heart!" the guy said again.

My eyebrows were lowered, but I still raised my eyes to stare at him. He looked so ordinary! Youyou! I sized him up.

Big glasses, an old-fashioned suit, a yellow tie, gray trousers that were too long, the cuffs were pulled down to his feet, and his hair was combed like Ma Ying-jeou's.

"How old are you?" I asked.

This time, the man's eyes widened in surprise. He thought for a moment: "Twenty-six." I sneered. What's a twenty-six-year-old doing with a Ma Ying-jeou hairstyle? I sighed and looked at Youyou again. It had been a long time since I'd seen her; she seemed to have gained weight, and up close, she wasn't as slender anymore.

"Today is your birthday," I said to Youyou.

"I know. I've told

you so many times; I'm afraid you've forgotten," Youyou said, lowering her head. I nodded, bitterly: "Excuse me, in the past four years, in which year have I forgotten your birthday?" "But this year, I've hinted at it so many times, and you haven't said anything. I thought you'd forgotten," she said, tears welling up again.

"I haven't forgotten, I've just been too busy," I emphasized slightly.

Unexpectedly, this ignited Youyou's anger: "Does being busy mean you can forget your girlfriend? Does being busy mean you can leave your girlfriend feeling neglected?"

"I have a boyfriend, but I live like I don't! None of my friends are like me! Every time I want to talk to you on the phone, you're exhausted, like an ox, and once you even fell asleep! Is that right?" I got angry too: "I have to work! What can I do? Do you think I want to? If I didn't want to save money to give you a good life, would I need to work this hard?"

"I don't want a good life! I just want you to be with me! Going to a movie, having a cup of coffee, anything is fine!" she shouted.

My smile grew colder: "Is that so? Then who insisted on a Tiffany necklace for Valentine's Day? Who said they wanted to buy two phones as matching couple phones as soon as a new phone came out? Last year for your birthday, you pouted so much when I didn't buy you a new computer, and this year you wanted me to take you skiing in Hokkaido for Chinese New Year!"

"That was your choice! I didn't hold a knife to your throat and ask you to buy me those things!" she yelled.

I shut up, crossed my arms, and said coldly, "I'm not arguing with you here." But Youyou had clearly lost her temper. She continued yelling, "So you were so unwilling! Why didn't you just tell me? If I had known you were so unwilling, I wouldn't have accepted those things from you! You bastard!"

Me

, a bastard? I yelled at the sky, feeling like I'd finally seen through her.

"I want to break up! I'm breaking up with you today! Let me tell you, I've been with Yilin for two months now, and I can't stand you anymore! Compared to Yilin, you're not even worth a pig or a dog! I hate you! Zhou Zhigong! You're the person I hate most in this life!" After yelling, she grabbed the man's hand, pushed her way through the crowd, and walked away.

I watched them leave, my lips pressed tightly together, but I didn't think of stopping her. The crowd that had been watching the commotion dispersed, and the street returned to its usual flow of people. I lowered my head, still furious, but unable to vent my anger. I could only stand there, trying to calm myself down before leaving. I calmly realized that, suddenly, I had lost my girlfriend and the past four years. I hadn't seen a single warning sign.

The question was, when did it happen? How did it happen? I was in a daze, unable to make sense of anything. My legs ached from standing, and I checked my watch, realizing I'd been standing for a full two hours. I gave a bleak smile. I was exhausted. Time to go home. Walking towards the MRT station, I found myself clenching my fists. The MRT was still crowded, a group of high school students just out of cram school talking loudly, but I couldn't hear what they were discussing.

Two months.

She'd had another boyfriend for two months! What had she been feeling while texting and chatting with me these past two months? When she talked to me on the phone, it must have been when that guy wasn't around, right?

How did she meet that guy? Where did she meet such a patriotic young man?

I lowered my head. From today onwards, I was single again. From now on, who would I celebrate holidays with? The train returned to Zhongshan Station. I got off, hands in my pockets.

Now I'm grateful for the crowds; everyone jostling around, at least I don't feel alone. Stepping onto the escalator, instead of the usual stairs, I felt weak all over. Back on the ground, I exhaled, the dazzling neon lights of the street offering a touch of warmth.

"Sir!" My sleeve was tugged again. Looking down, it was that pitiful girl from before.

"Sir, please buy my love."

I stopped, looking at her in the wind.

"Sir, my love will make you happy," she said.

"How much?" I heard myself ask.

The girl's eyes instantly lit up like stars: "Take me away, and I'll tell you slowly!" I raised an eyebrow, my hesitant heart seeming to grasp something: "Where do you want to go?" The girl tilted her head, smiling charmingly: "Anywhere is fine, as long as you're gentle." I smiled; wasn't that easy? My mind is never swayed.

I'd even tried my best to remain rational during the argument.

Like that patriotic youth who grabbed Youyou's hand, I took the girl's hand, hailed a taxi, and headed to a random love hotel.

Once inside, she gently undressed me, snuggling close to me in her dress, the thin fabric barely concealing the changes in her body. Although I was surprised by this unexpected encounter, I couldn't suppress the burning desire within me. I slowly caressed her, impulsively lifting her skirt, wanting to pull down her panties.

"Let's wash first, okay?" she pleaded softly, playfully slipping her fingers under my crotch, making me want to take her right there and then. We went to the bathroom for a bath together, and looking at her lovely naked body, I couldn't resist the temptation, constantly caressing her. Her breasts weren't too big or too small, just the right size to hold in one hand, her areolas and nipples still a delicate pink, now hardened from my touch.

After washing, I carried her to the bed, continuing to caress her lovely breasts. As I caressed her breasts, her delicate hands moved to my crotch, stroking my penis. Stimulated, it gradually hardened. When she felt it was erect, she unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and began to masturbate it with her hand. After a while, she lowered her head and took it into her mouth, sucking and licking it.

I leaned back on the sofa, my left hand on her breast, my right hand on her head, enjoying her ministrations with my eyes closed. Honestly, I have little resistance to oral sex; I felt the urge to ejaculate in less than ten minutes. I told her I was about to, and she sucked even harder, showing no intention of taking her mouth off my penis. So I ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed it all, then licked my penis clean before lifting her head to rest on my shoulder.

I was astonished by her wanton behavior; she was actually willing to take my semen for a man she had only met once—no, only twice. While she was servicing me, I couldn't help but wonder if that guy with the Ma Ying-jeou hairstyle was also enjoying Youyou. The thought filled me with a mix of jealousy and excitement.

I slipped my hand inside her panties and touched her; her vagina was already soaking wet. I pulled off her panties, and she straddled my leg with her right foot, shyly opening her legs, waiting for my caresses. I rubbed her lovely clitoris, listening to her alluring moans, and then boldly inserted my index and middle fingers directly into her vagina. Unexpectedly, it didn't take long before she clamped my head between her legs, her waist twisting incessantly—she had clearly reached orgasm.

I don't know what I was so excited about; without giving her a chance to rest, I put on the condom from the hotel, pressed my penis against her vaginal opening, and was about to enter her. But I still gentlemanly asked her if I could go in. She shyly nodded, and quickly I inserted my penis into this lovely girl whose name I didn't yet know.

"Ah...ah...so...so good...so good..." She seemed to be losing steam soon after I penetrated her. She probably didn't have much experience. While I was still inside her, I stroked her hair, watching her blissful expression, and then put my fingers in her mouth. I wanted to take my fingers out and kiss her, but after our eyes met, I suddenly thought of Youyou...I don't know what I was feeling guilty about, but I couldn't bring myself to kiss her.

After about ten minutes, she had already orgasmed twice, so I had to pull my penis out and gently wipe the fluid between her legs with toilet paper. After resting for a bit, she saw me lying beside her, but my penis, still erect from just removing the condom, was also hard. So she held my penis with her hand and moved it up and down. Then she used her mouth to service the large penis that had just given her such pleasure.

As I mentioned before, I'm most susceptible to oral sex, and I ejaculated shortly after. She, like before, licked my penis clean.

"You're over nineteen?" I asked.

She hooked her arms around my neck and nodded shyly.

"That's good." I exhaled, kissed her, and hugged her tightly.

I knew I was crying.

I didn't hide my tears, burying my face in her neck and

softly calling, "Youyou!"

Suddenly, I heard a low voice also murmuring, "Husband!" I jumped in fright, ignoring the tears streaming down my face, and

jumped off her: "What did you call me?"

She opened her bewildered eyes, her face also streaked with tears: "Husband!" This time I jumped off the bed, found my boxer shorts: "No way, little sister, I didn't agree to let you call me husband!"

She smiled faintly: "I didn't say my name was Youyou either." I stopped, scratching my head in frustration: "Sorry, Youyou... is my ex-girlfriend's name..." The girl sat up, covering herself with the sheet, and

lowered her head: "And husband is my ex-boyfriend's nickname."

I froze, sat on the edge of the bed, and burst into hysterical laughter.

It turned out we were two fools desperately missing our exes.

"Why are you peddling your love on the street?" I asked after laughing.

Her eyes reddened again: "I want to get revenge on him."

I was confused: "What kind of revenge? You're using your own body, your own youth!" "You don't understand. When I was with him, I obediently listened to everything he said. He wouldn't let me go out with other boys, wouldn't let me have other male friends, and I listened to him. I never imagined he had a real girlfriend! He never told me until I ran into them on campus one time! He's been lying to me all along! He's been lying to me for so long!"

The girl cried, becoming more and more agitated as she spoke: "I'm angry! Angry! So I'm going to sell my love to someone else!

I want to make someone else happy! And make myself happy too!"

My heart ached: "But are you happy now?" She sobbed.

I moved closer to her: "Look how sad you are crying? You're not happy at all, are you?" She gave in: "I miss him so much. I don't know why I want to think about that bastard, but I miss him so much. I wish he could appear in front of me right now!"

I sighed again and patted her head.

She threw herself at me, crying, "Make me happy! Please! Make me happy! I haven't had a single happy day in months! I'm in so much pain..."

I'd never seen a woman cry like that in front of me before, never cried for me like that. Her voice was hoarse from crying; perhaps it was from constantly selling love, or perhaps her inner wounds were too deep. Such a devoted woman, so pitiful.

I lifted her chin and kissed her forehead. I saw a large tear roll down her thick eyelashes from her tightly closed eyes. I'd never seen a woman with such long eyelashes. Neither did Youyou.

I sighed again. Such a small flower in its fading bloom.

I gently kissed her cheek again. She trembled slightly. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her swollen lips, saying, "Happy birthday, wife."

To be honest, I don't know why I said something so disgusting. I'd never called anyone "wife" before. The first time, it came out so naturally, but thinking about it now still gives me a shock.

But I had no time to think. Because then, she cried even harder.

I remember that night, the entire pillow was wet, her hair was wet, and mine was wet too. We were both soaked in the winter night. I gently tried my best to please her. She seemed to be affected by my efforts, and later, it became her trying to please me. She filled my dejected heart that night, giving me a bittersweet satisfaction. That night, we slept in each other's arms, neither of us knowing what the next day would bring. She was tired, and so was I, and we slept until dawn.

When I woke up, remembering the intimacy of the previous night, I dared not open my eyes, and began to curse myself inwardly. I always thought I was the most upright and honest person, but I never thought I would dare to have such a night of passion. Youyou, it's all your fault! I opened my eyes, hoping she would leave first. Looking around, I saw that she had actually opened the curtains, letting the winter sun illuminate the entire room. How could this be? I couldn't help but grimace. Shouldn't a one-night stand be kept secret?

Suddenly, a slender figure emerged from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around her feminine body, the air filled with the scent of roses. To my surprise, her first glance fell on me on the bed. Seeing I was awake, she smiled sweetly at me.

"Good morning!" I stammered, "Good morning!"

"Want to take a shower? Shall we go out for breakfast?" she said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed where I had been sitting the night before.

Breakfast? Still, I sat up straight. "Okay!" I said blankly.

"Then get up quickly?" she said with a playful smile, standing up and forcefully pulling the sheet off me. Seeing my disheveled naked body, I growled and tried to grab the sheet back, but in doing so, her towel also fell off.

She laughed and shrieked, quickly grabbing the towel back. But that glimpse of her exposed skin miraculously illuminated my life. After showering and checking out of the hotel, we randomly went to an outdoor cafe to eat sandwiches and drink coffee.

It was a warm day, probably because of her.

I slowly stirred my coffee, gently swallowing, "Mmm, wife..." She choked, spitting out a mouthful of cucumber, and playfully pounded her chest, "What did you call me?"

I was stunned, "Wife! You called me husband yesterday too."

Thinking of last night, she blushed. She sat up straight again, placed her hands neatly on her knees, and gave me a slight bow:

"Nice to meet you, please take care of me, I'm Gong Yongqi."

I was stunned again, then I understood what she meant. Let bygones be bygones! Forget all the unpleasantness, today is a brand new day! I don't know why, but I felt very relaxed. Maybe subconsciously I was also afraid she would say something about me taking responsibility?

I smiled, nodded, and bowed like her: "Hello. My name is Zhou Zhigong, I'm twenty-eight years old, and I've just saved enough to buy a Japanese car. Please come if you have the chance." In the sunlight, Yongqi and I smiled at each other.

After that smile, I realized that yesterday's heartbreak wasn't so bad after all. Miss Youyou wasn't satisfied with me anymore, so be it; I didn't want to hold her back. She had her new happiness, and I could have my new romance.

A new romance? I was startled. How shameless! I'd only known her for two days and already assumed she wanted to date me.

I glanced at her secretly; she was engrossed in a phone call. Her clear voice tugged at my heartstrings, laughing and talking sweetly—who could she be talking to so intimately? Could it be her real "husband"?

My face darkened, I sighed inwardly, picked up the bill, and left. As I was paying, she suddenly grabbed my hand while talking on her phone. I turned slightly to look at her; she was so busy talking that she was afraid of losing me. It felt like we were a real couple.

I put my wallet away and took her hand in mine. She paused for a moment, then smiled brightly.

I led her to the MRT station entrance, the place where we first met.

She just hung up, so I had to let go of her hand. I put my hands in my back pockets, still warm from her touch.

"Well...bye then?" I said.

She exclaimed, "No way!"

I looked at her, not understanding what she meant. Did she want me to pay?

"You don't want to give me your phone number?" she asked, hurt.

I laughed, the world seemed to spin again, and I quickly rattled off my number.

She panicked, "Who says that fast! Say it again! Say it again!" I grinned, snatched her colorful, cute PHS phone, typed in my number with a few quick taps, then called myself. Seeing the screen, I exclaimed, "Done!" She laughed too, "How are you so smart?" "

So you're going to start worshipping me from today," I said smugly.

"Yes!" she replied energetically, bringing summer back suddenly.

From then on, I lived a life where the seasons didn't distinguish between them.

On Christmas, we raced around Yangmingshan in Taipei, but she was the one behind the wheel, not me. That day, I felt like I was eating hot pot in the middle of summer. That night, her cool skin brought me the refreshing coolness of autumn.

So later, when people asked me where I spent Christmas, I answered, "Not in winter." Everyone was completely baffled. Those who knew I'd broken up with Youyou said I'd gone crazy from being dumped, while those who didn't think I'd found someone new. So, in the office, everyone wentssiped, and the way they looked at me was incredibly ambiguous.

For Lunar New Year, I went to Kenting with her. Her family and my family all liked playing mahjong, but we didn't, so we asked our families for leave and sped off to Kenting for summer vacation. Yongqi had long, slender legs, and her black swimsuit showed off her figure perfectly.

That day, under the bright southern Taiwanese sun, she wore a bohemian scarf, large retro glasses, and lay on the beach drinking mineral water. I'd never seen a woman who knew how to enjoy life more.

People in the office asked me again where I went for Lunar New Year, and I said I spent it in the summer. They thought I was not only crazy but also stupid. But who could understand the passion between us? Having a woman who brings you endless passion is a recipe for silliness and eccentricity.

During the Lantern Festival, I went with her to see all the lanterns in Taipei. The most surprising thing was the Hello Kitty lantern she made herself in her little room. That silly girl made Hello Kitty that looked almost like a Snoopy! I have no idea how she did it!

I hugged her back: "You idiot! What if you get dragged away by bad guys or lecherous old men?" "I know you'll come to save me," she said.

"Bullshit!" I laughed again. "I don't even know you, why would I save you?" "I just believe you will!" She sat up again. "Will you? Tell me, will you?" "Alright, alright." I hugged her back. "Don't move around like that anymore, it's easy to accidentally escalate things." "What do you mean by 'accidentally escalate things'?" She giggled. "Idiot! Tell me honestly, how long have you been dating Youyou?" I thought for a moment. "That's not important."

"Not important?"

"The important thing is that because she dumped me, I was able to meet you, that's what's important." I felt her smile against my chest.

"I never dwell on the past, you know that." I said slowly. "As long as I'm true to myself and true to the person I was dating, what happened in the past is not important to me now. Rather than thinking about the past, I'd rather plan for the future!"

She sat up again. "Well said!" I looked at her. In the darkness, the flickering candlelight cast deep and shallow shadows on her delicate face. The smile on her lips was so sweet it hurt my heart.

"You're so beautiful." I gently stroked her face with my thumb. She closed her eyes, quietly curling up and enjoying my caress. The gesture was so beautiful that I couldn't wait to possess her again, and I was intoxicated once more.

Winter passed and spring came. When I saw Yongqi wearing a sleeveless top, I realized that I had been dating her for half a year. And I had broken up with Youyou for half a year as well. In the past six months, the only news I knew about Youyou came from her friend Zhishan.

She hinted on the phone that Youyou regretted breaking up with me and said she really wanted to meet me, but now I only had Yongqi in my heart, and I only thought about Yongqi's good points. Like Youyou, Yongqi also liked to call me. But she always called at the right time. Sometimes it was just a short sentence, asking if she could come to see me at noon, or what holiday she was preparing for in the evening; if I was away on a business trip, she would definitely call after I had showered and was about to go to bed. She would tell me what she had taught that day, what homework she had handed in. Being a senior in college wasn't easy, but her complaints were all cute.

I don't know why, but I always felt she was adorable no matter what. However, Youyou's constant complaining gave me a splitting headache, making me want to hang up immediately. After some time, I finally realized that my coldness towards Youyou wasn't due to work commitments, but rather my subconscious avoidance of the situation. I disliked her endless demands and her reporting on her friends' boyfriends' gifts.

I don't have high material demands; what I value most is the feeling of being together. I've always felt that giving her a five-carat diamond tonight doesn't make me a perfect man, but if I can't, I'm a worthless man. Youyou wasn't like this at first. It wasn't until she entered the workforce and started working for a large company that she changed completely—no, no, I shouldn't say that about her. This change can actually be attributed to "growth."

The Youyou of the past wouldn't have been like this because she didn't understand. Now she understands, she likes, which means she finally knows what she likes and what kind of man she likes. Therefore, it's clear that what she truly likes isn't my type; and what I like isn't her type.

I like the kind of person Yongqi.

One day, Yongqi gave me a phone exactly like hers. "It's cheaper to make calls this way," she said, sipping her café au lait.

I reacted like I'd seen a venomous snake, pulling out my own phone—the new Alcatel, the one endorsed by Alex Fong in Hong Kong—and righteously declared to her, "This is what a phone should be! A man's phone! If you asked me to bring this to the office, I'd be laughed at! Yongqi!"

She pouted, her eyes reddening. "Fine, then throw it away! No matter how much work someone did to buy it! Just throw it away like trash!" I gave in. "Okay, okay, I'll use it, don't throw it away. You said you went to work? Just to buy me this phone?" She nodded.

I was both happy and heartbroken: "Silly girl! I could have bought it myself!" She smiled: "I love giving you gifts!"

I said sweetly: "Thank you! How about I buy it for you next time?"

"No!" she said: "You work so hard, save it!" I was touched. It turns out women can be reasonable too.

"Why save it? To marry you?"

She blushed: "You wish!"

I grinned and laughed. This little woman, Yongqi, would come all the way from university just to have lunch with me, and then go back to class. It's because of this that we have short time together every day. I will always be touched by her thoughtfulness.

Just as I was about to grab her hand and kiss it, suddenly someone stood by our table, looking at us with an uncertain expression.

I turned around and first saw Yongqi's pale face, then a hot-tempered young man.

"You fickle woman!" he roared.

I noticed everyone was startled and staring at our table. Then I noticed Yongqi was crying.

"Why are you cursing me like that?" she growled.

"I knew you had another boyfriend! I thought you were just playing around, throwing a tantrum, but I didn't expect it to last so long! Also, I always thought you were messing around with Xiao Hei, but I never expected you'd end up with such an old man!" An old man? Is he talking about me? I called Youyou a patriotic youth, and now someone's calling me an old man!

"Please don't do this, this is a public place! Besides, I haven't been involved with you for a long time!" Yongqi tried to lower her voice.

"You even gave him things I didn't want?" the guy said, "You want my unwanted trash?" He looked at me provocatively.

I shrugged again, a faint smile on my lips, my heart skipped a beat, and I stared at Yongqi. Is it true?

She shook her head, crying, "He's lying! I just bought that phone this morning! Don't believe him." That's good, I breathed a sigh of relief. Picking up the bill rolled up in the small glass bottle, I gently took her hand, led her to pay, and then walked out of the store. She was still crying, but her grip on my hand was incredibly tight, her hands were ice cold. I took her to a park near the company and bought her a pack of wet wipes to clean her face.

"Did you eat enough? Do you want to go eat again?" I asked softly, brushing the hair stuck to her face.

She still wanted to explain, "He must have followed me all the way here. I haven't had anything with him for the past six months, Zhigong, believe me, I really worked hard to buy you a phone." I laughed, stopping her: "Shut up!"

She was startled, but she really stopped talking.

"I didn't say I didn't believe you!" I said, "I knew perfectly well that it wasn't true." She looked at me questioningly, tears streaming down her face.

"He doesn't want me to be happy, I don't know why he just doesn't want me to be happy," she said sadly.

I hugged her: "But I do. I want to make you happy, I just want you to be happy!" Her arms wrapped around my waist, and she cried again, ruining my new shirt.

But what can I do with a girlfriend who cries like this?

That afternoon, I decided to ask for leave from work and take her out to clear her head. We went back to the company together, intending to make our relationship public. But I now truly believe that things always happen at once.

Back at the company, the receptionist saw me holding hands with a girl and her mouth dropped open in surprise. She quickly looked inside, and I smiled and said, "Miss, let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, Zhou Zhigong." The receptionist nodded and looked inside again.

Had some kind of monster arrived? I wondered, and led Yongyong inside.

I finally understood why the receptionist looked so different; it was Youyou. She was sitting in my seat like a chairman's wife, actually reading my emails.

"He Youyou!" I said, annoyed.

She turned around, stood up, and her thick makeup made me feel extremely uncomfortable. "Hi..." I ignored her "Hi" and continued to berate her, "Do you know what trade secrets are? And what privacy is?" Youyou's expression changed slightly, but she quickly recovered. "I meant to say, what have you been busy with for the past six months?"

I ignored her and pulled Yongyong out from behind me, letting her sit in my seat. "Sit down for a moment, I'll make you a cup of coffee." Yongqi glanced at Youyou, a little scared. I tightened my grip, as if trying to instill courage in her. She took a deep breath and finally smiled.

I made a cup of coffee and passed by the general manager's office when he grabbed me. "Zhou, I don't want to embarrass you, but what are you doing right now?" I explained to him in a low voice, "I originally brought my girlfriend up to ask for leave, but who knew it would turn out like this!"

"Which one is your girlfriend?" The general manager looked around gossipily. I snapped, "The one with the long hair!

The one sitting in the chair."

"But I think it was the one standing, how could this be? When did you change?" I shook my head, not wanting to explain anymore. "Anyway, I'm taking the afternoon off. I'll fill out the leave form and bring it over in a bit!" "Besides wedding and funeral leave, that's all you can take, Zhou!"

"Then I'll take wedding leave!" I yelled, splashing coffee all over my hand, burning me!

A white handkerchief was held under my nose, smelling strongly of perfume. I frowned, put the coffee on the table, ignored the handkerchief, and started wiping Yongqi's clothes.

"Wow! What are you doing?" Yongqi laughed, amused by my antics.

I laughed too: "Quick, help me fill out the leave form, then we can leave." I heard a soft voice in my ear saying, "Mr. Zhou, can I talk to you?" Without looking up, I said, "I'm busy today."

Youyou took a deep breath, her face probably turning red and white in turns: "I know I was too impulsive half a year ago. I was wrong, I chose the wrong person, and I deeply regret it. You have to believe I'm sincere! I hope you can turn back now." I looked up at her coldly, mimicking Yongqi's words: "This is a public place, thank you. I think what you said is very inappropriate to hear in public. Also, what do you mean by turning back? I never go back to an old flame. Don't you know that?"

"What do you call me? A go-back flame? I, He Youyou, am not a go-back flame!" Youyou's temper flared up.

I also took a breath: "I'm sorry, I don't want to discuss go-back flames anymore. All I know right now is that my girlfriend is in a bad mood today, and I want to quickly take leave to take her out to relax. I'm busy today, is that alright?" Youyou's gaze lingered on Yongqi, her hands clasped in front of her chest. But Yongqi ignored her, burying her head in helping me fill out the leave form.

"What reason should we write?" Yongqi asked me softly.

"The manager just said there's nothing else to ask for besides weddings and funerals, so let's ask for wedding leave!" I turned to her and said gently.

Yongqi blushed: "May I ask who you're marrying?" I whispered in her ear, "Gong Yongqi." Then I laughed out loud. After laughing, I saw Youyou standing to the side and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.

"What exactly do you want to talk about?"

Youyou's voice escaped through gritted teeth: "Such an improper woman..." Yongqi heard it too, and she slowly looked up at Youyou. "How could you be so shameless as to steal someone else's boyfriend!" Youyou said even more viciously.

Just as I was about to explode in anger, I heard Yongqi's clear, unhurried voice say, "I never compete with others for boyfriends. It's always been other people's boyfriends who fall in love with me. My ex-boyfriends were like that, and my current boyfriend is the same, because I never think I can win against anyone. Besides, when I met my current boyfriend, he had already broken up with his ex-girlfriend, so I didn't even need to try. Do you understand, you heavily made-up old lady?" With that, she gracefully pulled me along and headed towards the general manager's office. My smile widened, and finally, as we left the office, I threw my head back and laughed out loud. Yongqi's smile deepened as well, but she never showed her teeth.

"Why aren't you laughing? Why are you holding it in? You'll get internal injuries if you keep holding it in!" I asked.

She hesitated, "I'm afraid you'll think I'm too arrogant."

I laughed a few more times, "I will never! Never with you!" Stepping out of the office building, the spring sun was so bright it made me want to jump.

I said to Yongyong, "Why don't we go to the room to clear our heads?"

She blushed again, "Who's going to the room with you to clear our heads? I want to go to Tamsui!" "Tamsui?" A thought flashed through my mind, "Great idea! I haven't been to Tamsui in ages!" We walked hand in hand to the MRT station, and just as we were about to go downstairs, someone suddenly grabbed my arm.

"Sir!" I looked down and saw another pitiful-looking girl.

"Sir, please buy my love."

This time, Yongqi and I watched her in the wind.

"Sir, my love will make you happy," she said.

We seemed to be pulled back to the past, thinking of those unpleasant times, yet immediately remembering our current happiness. My sharp eyes caught sight of a pale-faced young man approaching from behind. I gestured with my thumb towards Yongqi: "My happiness is in her hands; I'm sorry, I can't help you. But..."

I gestured towards the young man behind her: "Perhaps you could try him. He seems to desperately need happiness. But if you can't find happiness today, I suggest you go home, take a hot bath, eat your fill, and sleep well. I guarantee you'll have a wonderful tomorrow!"

After saying this, I saw a smile on Yongqi's face. I winked at the girl, then pulled Yongqi downstairs.

"Your words sound familiar!" she said.

I laughed, "Really? Maybe it's the sixty-third chapter of the Analects?"

"Don't even think about it!" she smacked me. "Trying to be Confucius, wow, what a boastful tone!" "Who told me to buy your love? Since I bought it, I have to make you happy!" I pulled her aside, and by the platform, I asked earnestly, "Are you happy, Yongyong?"

"Happy!" she exclaimed without hesitation, "I've never been so happy! Never!" "Me too!"

The train pulled into the station, and the wind blew us away. It carried away our sorrows and carried away the joy of our love.

Who could be luckier than us?

Love is a complex emotion, encompassing feelings of confidence, trust, and security. Most importantly, true love needs time to cultivate; it doesn't erupt instantly. Only when a person can appreciate and love themselves can they possess the capacity to love others.

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