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The women I've met over the years (3) 

Okay, now let's talk about the third woman. Some of you probably guessed it; it's Jiao, whom Jiao has always liked. Last time I mentioned that she left the store, and I thought I would never run into her again. But fate is fickle. After Ling left, I quit my job and stayed home for a while. Later, a friend introduced me to Ping An Insurance. I won't go into the details of the classes and exams, but one of the tasks was to call everyone in my contact list. I was really enthusiastic at the time, and I called Jiao. She was surprised that I called her because we hadn't been in touch for a long time. She sounded very happy, and we talked a lot about our time working together. After hanging up, we planned to find another opportunity to chat. Not long after, I... The meeting came, and after the exam, we were assigned to a team. Those in the insurance industry know that before starting work, there's a family and friends gathering—a meeting to get people to listen to insurance information. The first person I called was Jiao, and to my surprise, she agreed. I was so excited; I just wanted to see her. That night, after the family and friends gathering, I went to karaoke with some friends I'd met at Ping An Li, each bringing a large group of relatives and friends. We drank quite late that night; many people left, but the remaining few were all drunk. I don't remember much now, only that I was jokingly called a couple by Jiao, and she didn't deny it. Later, fueled by alcohol, I confessed my feelings to her, but she didn't… She neither confirmed nor denied it, keeping saying I was drunk. Later, I took her home; she rented an apartment, and she had also drunk quite a bit, a bit crazy at the time. I insisted on going upstairs with her, and I sensed she was a little scared. Later, I realized her fear wasn't what I thought. Once upstairs, I opened the door, hugged her, said a lot of things, and kissed passionately. Then we lay on the bed, and she was really aroused, absolutely. She helped me unbuckle my belt; I can't forget the alluring way she unbuckled it. Then I stopped. I really thought at that moment that I truly loved her, and I couldn't act like this while drunk; it should be more serious and romantic. I ended up sleeping on the floor all night. My emotional intelligence is really low… Later, she kept teasing me about what I was thinking that night. That night, we were both in an awkward situation. The next morning, I bought her breakfast and went home. After that, I texted her frequently. At first, she was probably angry and didn't reply much, but she gradually got moved and we started chatting every day, often until midnight. It was the honeymoon phase, and then… you'll never guess. She told me she had a daughter and was married. I really don't understand why the women I love so deeply never belong to me. I loved her so much, and I think she loved me too. Back then, I was willing to give everything for the person I loved. She said she had a daughter, and I said I didn't mind and would raise both of them. She said my family wouldn't agree, and I told her we could go to unfamiliar places together. We were together for two years until she finally left and went back to her hometown. Then I started my path as a scumbag.

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