Marriage Men and Women (also known as Divorced Men and Women or Fallen Leaves) 9 (Celebrity Adult Fiction)

IX. C
female

When one door of happiness closes, another one opens. However, we often cling to the closed door and fail to see that another door has opened.

—Helen Keller

After returning from Shanghai, I had only one day's rest before I was dispatched by my evil capitalist boss to participate in the testing of a financial office system software that our company had developed for a multinational company's office in China.

The company is located in a high-end office building in Dongcheng District. The main building is not very tall, with only about thirty floors. In Beijing, buildings of this height are not really considered landmarks. But what makes this building extraordinary is that it has four towers, and the building complex, including the podium, covers an unusually large area. In front of the podium building, there is a long row of marble columns, which looks very majestic. The base of the entire building is decorated with ochre marble, while the tower is decorated with ochre marble and glass curtain walls.

I arrived at this huge building, parked my car in the ground parking lot according to the security guard's instructions, and walked in through the main entrance of the office building.

After coming in, I found that this place was like a maze, with shopping malls, restaurants, cafes, travel agencies, etc., winding around. Moreover, it has four towers, A, B, C, and D, and the elevators are not in the same place. I walked just like Chen Huansheng entering the city, looking at the signboards as I went.

Maybe the signs were not clear, or maybe my comprehension ability was too poor. Anyway, I followed the signs and wandered around inside, but I couldn't find the correct elevator for a long time.

Helplessly, I had to ask a property staff who was cleaning, and with her guidance, I found the elevator to the company.

I stood in the magnificent elevator lobby, looking for the other company's information on the owner's sign on the wall. The signboards were densely packed, and almost all of them were the names of well-known large companies. I looked up and down several times and finally found it on the 28th floor.

While I waited for the elevator, I observed the decoration of the building with envy.

You don't know until you compare. You'll be surprised when you do. I suddenly felt that the office building where my company was located was really low-class. The company I work for, whose full name is Beijing Yiyin Information Technology Co., Ltd., is located in a very inconspicuous matchbox building in Zhongguancun and rents office space from the 19th to the 22nd floors. Although our building is relatively new, its appearance is too ordinary and unremarkable. The decoration inside is also not very good. The corridors are paved with glazed tiles, which gives you a low sense of class as soon as you enter.

The floor of this building is paved with beige marble with gold lines. I looked carefully and found that the marble floor in the elevator was paved along a pattern. What does this mean? This shows that the marble on the floor came from the same huge stone, and when paving it, special attention was paid to splicing it according to the original pattern. Damn, it’s so detailed, the designer must be a perfectionist like me.

Compared with our place, here is like a palace and the other is a doghouse.

The elevator took a long time to come, and I couldn't help but take out a cigarette and smoke it first. I had just taken two puffs when a property staff in a suit and tie came out from nowhere and stopped me in a low voice: "Sir, I'm sorry, we don't allow smoking here. If you want to smoke, there is a special smoking area over there, or you can go to the central garden over there to smoke."

Damn, do you think I’m a farmer coming to the city to sell vegetables? Why are there so many fucking rules here? In our office building, no one will care if you smoke in the elevator. Of course, I wouldn't do such a wicked thing, it's so uncultured. I just didn't expect that smoking is not allowed even in the elevator.

So I had no choice but to put out the half-smoked cigarette on a golden stainless steel trash can inlaid with marble next to me. At this time, I thought to myself, damn, how much would the annual rent be to work here? After all, they are foreigners and must be very rich.

I arrived at the 28th floor where the company was located and explained my purpose to the receptionist. She led me to several colleagues from the project team.

In the early stage of financial system development, I stayed in Shanghai and never came to this company. It was all done by my colleagues. But now it has reached the critical stage of data switching, and my boss was worried about problems, so he sent me here who just came back from Shanghai.

Unfortunately, the data switching test was not very smooth and several bugs appeared. Those colleagues were dumbfounded. When they saw me, they were like they saw a savior. As a firefighter, I finally had something to do.

It was a hot and humid day, and I was unfamiliar with the situation and a little nervous. I was so busy that my face was covered in sweat and I looked miserable. After a long time, I still didn't find the solution. I thought that to solve this kind of problem, it's not enough to rely on our side alone, we also have to check their old system and database. So I asked the girl from their finance department to find their financial director.

A minute or two later, a beautiful woman with a fresh face and a proud expression appeared in front of me. When she saw me, she raised her head slightly and crossed her arms across her chest, giving people a sacred and inviolable feeling.

This is Ms. C, the head of the company’s finance department.

"This is our manager Sun." The girl from the Finance Department introduced him to me.

"Oh, my name is Li Shoujie, and I'm in charge of this project..." I wanted to shake hands with her, but found that she didn't seem to have any intention of extending her hand, so I had to give up awkwardly.

"My name is Sun Yi." Ms. C replied in a polite but cold tone.

That day, girl C was wearing an apricot-colored one-step short skirt, a pair of pearl-colored shiny stockings on her legs, and a pair of light gold fish-mouth stiletto heels. You could tell at a glance that they were all branded goods. From top to bottom, both the appearance and the outfit are just right, without a single unnecessary part, which makes people feel really refreshing, just like drinking a glass of iced Diet Coke on a hot summer afternoon.

She was so beautiful, pure as ice and jade, radiant and beautiful. Standing in front of me she was like a white marble statue.

I couldn't help but look at this white-collar beauty from head to toe. Not only did I think she had a charming face and a hot body, but I also felt that her taste in clothing was simple, bright, elegant and refined, which was exactly my taste.

After looking her up and down several times, my eyes finally fell on her jade-smooth thighs. Oh my God, there are such perfect legs in the world. I am really surprised and shocked.

It is no exaggeration to say that the curves of her legs can almost be described as "shockingly perfect". There is Lin Chi-ling in Taiwan and Karen Mok in Hong Kong. Both of them are famous in the entertainment industry for their beautiful legs. However, I dare say that if they saw the beautiful legs of girl C, they would be so ashamed that they would never dare to show their legs again.

This pair of beautiful legs is hard to come by, so alluring and compelling that when I looked at her, my heart skipped a beat, my throat became dry instantly, and I couldn't help licking my cracked lips.

Alas, ever since I grew up, I have developed a bad habit. When facing beautiful people of the opposite sex, I feel uncomfortable and have the following adverse symptoms: tachycardia, rapid breathing, wandering vision, dilated pupils, dry lips, sweating, helplessness, trembling all over, tongue-tied, and inability to express myself clearly. The more beautiful the woman, the more severe the symptoms. Otherwise, I would always avoid women in the past because I was afraid of getting sick.

After a few greetings, Ms. C sat next to me. Although she asked and answered questions, her expression was still arrogant and reserved. She was very focused on what she was doing and her eyes never left the computer screen, as if I, sitting next to her, didn't exist, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

However, she was so beautiful that it completely offset the unhappiness in my heart.

She wasn't looking at me, but I was looking at her. However, her beauty made me dare not look at her directly, and I could only secretly admire her out of the corner of my eye.

She has a distinct and simple face and facial features, with a high and delicate nose, small and full lips, big and bright eyes, long and thick eyelashes, fair and delicate skin, and long and flowing hair. That expression, that sitting posture, and every move were so perfect.

What makes people feel more unforgettable is the overwhelming noble temperament that she exudes from the inside out, and the suffocating pride in her bones. When I was with her, I couldn't help but feel vulgar and dirty from the bottom of my heart, so much so that I even breathed carefully, for fear that the dirty air I exhaled would defile her.

I find that she is most beautiful when she is thinking. Whenever she encountered a moment that required recalling or calculating, she had a habitual action: gently hold her right cheek with her right hand, curl her fingers into orchid fingers, lightly bite her lower lip with her upper teeth, and frown slightly. In my eyes, this expression not only shows her beauty, but also her wisdom.

This feeling reminds me of the famous line from Song Yu's "The Goddess": She has a plump and dignified appearance, and a gentle and moist face. The eyes are bright and clear, so beautiful and spectacular. The eyebrows are as beautiful as a moth, and the lips are as red as cinnabar. The quality of a man is solid, his mind is relaxed and his body is relaxed. She is both graceful in the quietness and graceful in the human world.

It was soon time to get off work. Seeing that this problem would definitely not be solved in a day or two, I decided not to work overtime. At this moment, a very dishonest thought suddenly occurred in my mind: Why should I be in such a hurry to finish and leave? I have to find a way to slack off. Such a beautiful woman is hard to come by, and it's a great pleasure to just sit next to her for a while. Moreover, she behaved too arrogantly and domineeringly in front of me, which aroused my desire to conquer her.

People have this kind of mentality: the more they feel something is superior and unattainable, the more they want to possess and conquer it. I am no exception. After my appetite was whetted, I even dreamed of conquering the woman in front of me.

Thinking of this, a sly smile suddenly appeared on the corner of my mouth. Of course, this sly grin should be a smile in the eyes of others. I turned my head to her and said, "Manager Sun, let's stop here for today and continue tomorrow."

Only then did she glance at me, smiled faintly, and replied, "Oh, OK. Thank you for today."

"No, in that case, I should be the one thanking you. We didn't do our job well and we caused you trouble. I'm really sorry." I quickly expressed my apologies. I said to myself: Haha, you don’t know, there will probably be more trouble in the future! I, Li Shoujie, am a master at solving problems, and also a master at creating troubles, hehe...

"It's okay, just switch it over quickly." C stood up and said to me, "Oh, see you tomorrow."

After saying that, she walked out of the big office, probably going back to her office to pack up her things.

"See you tomorrow!" I also hurriedly stood up and said goodbye to her. Then, I watched her back disappear in the corridor before I started packing my things.

When I walked to the elevator with my colleagues and waited for the elevator, Ms. C had also packed her things and came. I hurriedly nodded and smiled at her, and she responded with a faint smile. Then the elevator came and everyone rushed in.

I felt that I had to show my grace at this time, so I wanted to be the last one to go in. What’s interesting is that girl C also seemed to be showing her grace and was waiting for everyone else to enter before she planned to go in. Seeing that I didn't come in, she gave way to me and I made a gesture that ladies first. She smiled again and went in.

But unfortunately, the elevator was full and she was the only one left. So she got out of the elevator, and we were the only two left in the elevator.

The beautiful woman was right next to me, and I was hesitating whether I should find some topic to talk about. What’s frustrating is that after I thought about it for a while, before I found it, another elevator arrived. When we opened the door, it was full of people again, but there seemed to be some empty seats, so I asked her to go in first and I followed.

I was standing right next to her, limited by the small elevator and crowded with a dozen other people, my actual distance from her was no more than one centimeter. Being so close to the beauty, I could clearly smell the faint scent of perfume emanating from her body. My heart beat faster, my breathing became more rapid, my head was sweating more, and my whole body was shaking more. Damn, this is not appreciating a beauty, this is torture.

Fortunately, it was just an elevator ride and only took a minute or two; if I had taken a long-distance bus, I would have been so nervous that I would have passed out halfway.

I finally made it to the first floor and walked out of the elevator, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I turned around and wanted to say hello and goodbye to Ms. C, but I found that she had already walked a few steps away, so I had to give up.

Alas, it seems that I, Li Shoujie, have not caught her eye yet. The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard...

At night, I returned to my home in Tuanjiehu and lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Oh, this Sun Yi is so beautiful. Although she does not have the charm and flirtiness of Girl A, she has clear eyes and eyebrows, and is a standard white-collar beauty at first glance. Her temperament is many times stronger than Girl A's. It is really appropriate to say that she has intellectual beauty. I couldn't help but fall in love with her at first sight.

Of course, at my age, falling in love at first sight doesn’t mean I want to marry her right away, but rather a desire to have sex with her first and enjoy her beautiful face and legs. However, that's not entirely true, because my first impression of her was very, very good, and my intuition told me that she must be a very good woman. But the problem is, I don't know what her exact condition is. She looks to be around 26 or 27 years old, and judging from her temperament she is definitely not a girl anymore. Moreover, she is so pretty and reserved, so I guess she is a married young woman who is already in a relationship.

I feel a little depressed when I think about this. Alas, it would be terrible if she was a married woman. No matter how much I like her, I cannot do such a wicked thing as seducing a married woman.

But on second thought, who says she must be a married woman? The word "married" wasn't written on her face. Yes, I should have hesitated and dragged out this task as long as possible, spending more time with her and understanding her situation. If she is married, then forget it, but if she is single, I will fuck her even if I have to do my best.

No, I can't delay. I will find out tomorrow whether she is single, divorced or married. If unfortunately the person is married, I will give up reluctantly and not even go to bed with him/her, because I really don't want to do anything immoral, and I'm also afraid that the other person's husband might be cuckolded and use a kitchen knife to kill someone. If she is unmarried, then going to bed with her is risky and you need to be careful because if you feel bad and want to pray, you may get into unexpected trouble. Of course, some unmarried girls are free and easy nowadays, but there are always some who are not. I don’t like taking risks in my daily life. I would rather restrain myself than take the risk.

But meeting woman C is an exception. If she is unmarried, I would consider taking a risk because she is worth the risk.

If she is a divorced woman, that would be great. We have all been through this and have different experiences of failure. Going to bed is based on mutual consent and need for each other. If you can get along, then get along. If you can't, then just leave in style. Anyway, no one owes anyone anything. Ms. C is so beautiful. Even if we can't become husband and wife, just having sex with her is a blessing.

It was then that I realized that I had changed and became less CJ.

I used to be an honest man. Once I slept with a woman, I would plan to marry someone else. I did this to my ex-wife and woman A. But that was already history. After experiencing the love frenzy with girl A, my dormant desires were awakened, buried instincts were developed, and closed gates were opened. Li Shouzhen has become Li Poxie. After going through the process from hope to disillusionment with woman A, I became extra cautious about marriage and women. I understood the truth that "a journey of a thousand miles tests a horse's strength; time reveals a person's heart" and I knew that it is not enough to act on first impressions. If you want to get married, you can't be impatient and you can't have high hopes from the beginning. You must fully understand whether the other person is suitable for you.

Now that I have met Ms. C, a woman with an angelic face and a devilish figure, I have developed an urgent desire to get her again. If I meet a woman like this and then let her go, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life. No, I must procrastinate until the project is finished and I will get her; or in other words, I must procrastinate until I get her, and then I will end the project.

The route is the direction, the route is the lighthouse, the route is the coordinates, the route is the guide. After this sleepless night, I finally figured out the right approach to "slacking off".

My strategy is so wise, it completely plays to my strengths and avoids my weaknesses. I, Li Shoujie, don't have any other special abilities, but my best skill is nagging. I am born with this skill and I have mastered it to perfection. In the past, I used this method to deal with my ex-wife, and later I used this method to deal with woman A.

In fact, it's not that I deliberately use a nagging way to get women, but I have found based on past experience that women's psychology is very strange. They like to be seduced in a roundabout way rather than in a direct way. For example: suppose you see a beautiful woman you like and want to have sex with her. If you say to her openly, "Hi, beautiful woman, I want to have sex with you," what will be the result? It is entirely conceivable that you will get a slap in the face and be labeled a "scoundrel". Then you're done, don't even think about sleeping with her in your next life.

If you act as if you don't care about her, and appear in front of her every day but treat her as nothing, the woman will wonder: Hey, what's wrong with this man? Am I not attractive enough? Am I not beautiful enough? Why does he look down on me?

Based on this confusion, she will develop a little curiosity.

Of course, if you want a woman to be curious about you, you have to be good at it yourself. If you are just a worthless and vulgar man, the woman won't bother to be curious about you.

Therefore, to conquer a woman, you need to play hard to get. The more you want to have sex with her, the more you should show that you don't want to have sex with her. This is the experience I have summed up from my ex-wife and woman A.

Let me talk about my ex-wife first. I was quite famous in college back then and I was very good at playing basketball. At every competition, there would be a group of girls screaming on the side, and one of them would definitely be my ex-wife. Of course, we didn’t know each other at that time. Although my ex-wife later evolved into a shrew, she was not that bad when I first met her, or at least she didn't show that badness.

In an engineering university where female students were extremely scarce, my ex-wife was considered good-looking—and had many suitors around her. Looking back now, those failed suitors should be extremely grateful. If they had been lucky enough to be favored by my ex-wife, they would have been as unlucky as I am.

Of course, this is a story for later. At that time, I was very happy that my ex-wife liked me.

Why did my ex-wife choose me? Because I didn't take the initiative to pay attention to her.

However, I didn't intend to play hard to get at that time. I was also quite arrogant at the time, and I didn't notice her at all when we were playing basketball at first. But after a few times, I finally found her because she was the most normal-looking one among the dinosaurs. A red flower needs green leaves to set it off. If my ex-wife walked down the street with that look on her face, no more than 10% of people would turn around to look at her. But compared with those dinosaurs from the engineering school, she still looked quite pretty.

I was a silly boy who had never seen the world at that time. I thought that all women in the world were as ugly as the girls in our school, so I treated her as a beauty.

Every time we play basketball, my ex-wife is always on the cheerleading team. She was different from the other dinosaurs that were jumping and chirping. She just stood there and looked at me quietly, as calm as a virgin.

After a few times, I was deeply impressed by her and thought she was quite pretty. I was at the age when love was beginning to blossom, and having such a loyal cheerleader paying attention to me was enough to make my heart beat fast.

So, I asked others in a roundabout way which department she was from and what her name was. After finding out the truth, I still didn't take the initiative to talk to her. Every time we played basketball, she would stand quietly in the dinosaur pile and watch like a virgin.

The reason why I didn't take the initiative was not because I knew the strategy to pursue girls, but because of my personality and education. As a person born in the 1970s with strict family education, when I was growing up, topics like sex and love were a blind spot that was intentionally blocked out by adults. No one, whether teachers, parents, school or family, taught me how to deal with girls. My parents taught me that men should have self-respect, self-reliance and self-love. They also often intentionally or unintentionally told me jokes about men chasing after girls, which made me subconsciously think that men chasing after women is something ridiculous, shameful and embarrassing.

So, I won’t actively pursue girls. I can only wait and see.

Later, one time, I met her on the way to evening self-study after dinner. She seemed to be drunk at the time and was supported by several classmates, crying as she walked. When she saw me, she stopped and stared at me. I also glanced at her, but I didn't really know her at that time, and seeing that it was a situation like this, I just walked away in a hurry.

After several months of hesitating, one day in the second half of the junior year, the rabbit finally hit the tree stump.

That day, when I was wiping my sweat during the halftime break of playing basketball, she walked up to me and handed me a bottle of Coke.

The two parties already had a good impression of each other, and now they are even closer. Of course, I have a passive personality, so even if I felt good about her, I would be too embarrassed to say that I liked her first. However, after that, the two of them often ran into each other intentionally or unintentionally, during meals, during self-study, and later gradually developed to walking around the campus after evening self-study...

One time when we were taking a walk, I remembered the time when she was drunk, so I asked her curiously why. She replied, "It's for you."

"What? For me?" I was so surprised by her question. I don't understand. Although I was a bit familiar with her at that time, we had never even spoken to each other. Why would she get drunk for me? Shocked, I asked, “Why?”

"I like you." My ex-wife looked at me and said, "You know what? I don't like watching basketball games. Every time I go to watch basketball games, it's to see you. But you just won't get it. I think I've made it clear enough, but you... make me lose face. The other day I was drinking with my classmates, and I thought of you while drinking. I felt so pitiful. I fell in love with someone, but he didn't even look at me. It was so sad. I cried as I thought about it, and I drank too much..."

Hearing this, I was shocked but deeply moved by her sincerity. I hugged her and comforted her, "No, it's not that I don't like you, but I'm just embarrassed to say it..."

From then on, my romance, er, nightmare began...

Later, I asked her why she fell in love with me. She replied that there were many boys around her who were pestering her, but she felt sick just looking at them. As for a man, if he doesn't have any manliness and follows girls around like a dog all day long, it's strange that women will respect him. The reason why he likes me is that I am very manly and stand out among a group of dog-like boys. I asked her why I was different, and she said, others are dogs, but you are a wolf, otherwise how could you eat a pure lamb like me.

Oh, back to those good memories. My ex-wife and I were in love for three years and married for nine years, a total of twelve years. The only truly beautiful memories we have are a few months. The rest are endless conflicts and torture, which gradually washed away the momentary touch and the emotional foundation built by my sense of responsibility, and eventually hollowed out the foundation, and the marriage collapsed in an instant.

Let’s talk about girl A. My relationship with Ms. A is still passive. If she hadn't taken the initiative to ask her out, I wouldn't take the initiative to ask her out. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't open my mouth. Later, she took the initiative to come to my house in Zuojiazhuang and lie down on my bed, and that’s how everything happened between us. Otherwise, if she doesn't take the initiative, I will definitely not do anything to her.

In fact, I can now conclude that when she asked me out to see a movie, she had already decided to hook me up with her. When I was watching the movie with her, I never thought that I would go to bed with her so soon, let alone take the initiative to seduce her, otherwise how could I have been frightened by A's initiative and become impotent. My consistent caution made Ms. A feel that I was honest and reliable, not like a veteran in the sex industry, so she became very proactive.

Of course, I am completely different now than I was when I was a silly boy. After what happened to my ex-wife and girl A, my conscience has been greatly damaged. How bad is it? He was so bad that he wanted to sleep with girl C even though he didn't know her well and didn't have any feelings for her. Although I am still not very proactive, my mentality is obviously different from when I was dating my ex-wife, Ms. A.

Character determines destiny, and my stubborn personality is difficult to change. Even when facing Ms. C, this angelic beauty, I would not take the initiative to pursue her. Of course, I like her. Even though I don't take the initiative for the sake of appearance, I want her so badly that I have to find a way to create opportunities for the rabbit to hit the tree stump while nagging.

However, over the next few days, I didn't make any progress in my contact with Ms. C. During this period, when I was working with Ms. C, I secretly took a photo of her with my mobile phone. Although the effect is not very good, her face is clear enough for me to go back and masturbate.

Girl C seemed to be wary of me. Whenever I came into contact with her, I always felt a cold distance, which made me afraid to get close to her easily. This feeling made me restless and even a little suspicious. Did I behave inappropriately in some way, for example, was she discovered when I was taking pictures secretly, and did she realize that I had bad intentions towards her?

In anxiety, I thought of Junzi again. Although he is usually very busy, he always responds to requests for help from his friends.

That afternoon, Ms. C went out for something, and without her around, I didn't want to waste time staying in their company. I called Junzi, then told my colleagues that I was going out to do something, and drove to Junzi's company.

After listening to my description of C, Junzi took out a cigarette and gave it to me. He lit one for himself, took a puff, and then asked, "Is this woman so good?"

I quickly took out my cell phone and showed him the photos stored in it.

Junzi looked at the photo carefully, enlarged it, and looked at C's eyes for a while, then said to me: "Well, she looks like a good girl. She has a good temperament and a bit of class. This girl is worth pursuing. No matter what, let's have sex with her first."

"Yes, yes, that's what I think. No matter what, let's have sex with her first." Junzi's words touched my heart, and I agreed with him.

Then I told him that I was going to play hard to get. Junzi agreed after hearing this and analyzed, "This woman is a little arrogant. I can see that this arrogance is not pretended, but is in her bones. She must be a well-educated woman. This kind of woman has high standards, and most men don't like her. So, there is a saying called arrogant, arrogant women are quite lonely. In fact, she also longs for a man to be worthy of her. If you want to get her, you must not be rude in any way, but make her feel that you are arrogant, and then conquer her. Even if you have to pretend, you have to pretend to be neither humble nor arrogant, and then find a suitable opportunity to approach her. You must not be too hasty, and you must wait until she gives in first. At that time, she will open her heart to you."

"Yes, yes, I think so too. This woman is cold in front of me. If I act cheaply in front of her, she will completely despise me."

"Yes, if such a woman despises you, you have no chance." Junzi also agreed with my analysis, and then reminded me: "But, Shoujie, I have to remind you that you are prone to fall into trouble. With your personality, you can't protect yourself, so you are always hurt."

"Ah... yes, I also think I have this problem, but I don't know what to do."

"All women are like a double-edged sword. They can bring you pleasure, but they can also hurt you. When it comes to picking up girls, you must first learn to protect yourself and follow the 'three no' principles. This way you can avoid getting hurt."

"What? What did you say?" I was confused by Junzi's profound words.

"Well, let me put it this way. When I pick up girls, I stick to three principles: don't take the initiative, don't refuse, and don't take responsibility."

"Don't take the initiative, don't refuse, don't take responsibility?" I repeated it, half-understanding: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is: don't take the initiative to ask a woman to have sex. Of course, if a woman pushes you down on the bed, there's no need to refuse. As long as you don't take the initiative to ask her to have sex, then if you feel it's not appropriate in the future and want to end the relationship, the other party won't dare to hold you responsible, because after all, it was the woman who took the initiative. OK, is that easy to explain?"

"Oh, I see... I see. That's right, don't take the initiative, don't refuse, don't take responsibility. Good, good!" I praised repeatedly, thinking that these three "no"s were a classic summary: "Junzi, you are so fucking amazing. Damn, after a little guidance from your golden finger, hey, I've got an epiphany. OK, I'll remember, don't take the initiative, don't take responsibility, don't refuse."

"Well, I just heard it from someone..." Junzi's praise of me showed great humility.

When I came out of Junzi's place, it was almost time to get off work. I drove home happily, talking to myself all the way.

"Don't take the initiative, don't refuse, don't take responsibility; don't take the initiative, don't refuse, don't take responsibility. Hehe."

Because I deliberately procrastinated, I often used my skills to create some troubles, and then used the technology to solve these troubles. I was playing my own tune and a problem that could be solved in a month took almost two months, and others couldn't find any flaws.

During this period, my boss asked me about the progress. I exaggerated the situation and described it in an extremely complicated way, which made my boss break out in a cold sweat. He was afraid that his brand would be damaged, and he regretted not sending me there during the early stages of development.

Seeing him scratching his head in anxiety, I felt very happy. How could he know that at least half of this complicated situation was caused by me, uh, no, by Ms. C?

Seeing that the boss was really anxious, I quickly reassured him and said that there was a problem, but I could fix it, it just would take some time.

The boss was relieved when he heard this and said approvingly, "Well, Shoujie, you are good. Do your best. Don't worry. I will give you time. This company has a huge influence. If we mess up, we will have a hard time in the industry in the future. Don't worry. Slow work makes fine work."

"That's right, that's right. Don't worry, boss. I will definitely make this thing a success." I responded to the boss happily, thinking to myself, I just want to take my time and do a good job. This is what I was hoping for you to say, haha.

Then, in order to buy more time, I volunteered to take on the training work that was not originally my responsibility. The boss happily agreed and kept praising me for my loyalty to the company, my hard work, and for saving manpower for the company.

In fact, our boss is a very kind person. Although he is a bit of a ruffian, he is definitely a good person. He has been very kind to me, and I have been loyal to him and have never done things in a perfunctory manner for him. As people, we should treat each other with sincerity. If you are good to me and I am good to you, that's all.

This time, it was the first time I fooled him. I didn’t want to do this, but there was no way. Love hit me, and a rare beauty appeared in front of me. If I don't seize the opportunity in time, there will be no such opportunity again. So, for the sake of my happiness in the second half of my life, I decided to go against my conscience and cheat my boss this time.

Of course, this little trick of ours is just to slow down the work and will not cause any loss to the boss. Well, I'll just work hard in the future and compensate him.

Speaking of our boss, I can't help but talk about his marriage. Our boss is not only kind, but also has a good temper. He is the type who is always neither hot nor cold. But as the saying goes, "Hammer, Paper, Scissors, there is always something better than the other," and he has such a good temper, but he chose to marry a shrew.

The boss's wife is even more ferocious than my ex-wife: my ex-wife mostly relied on mental violence, while the boss's wife is both civil and military, good at both literary and physical fights, and often engages in "full-scale fights" at home. The fight between them was no joke: the boss's wife once took a kitchen knife and used all her strength to chop at the boss' head; the boss was quick-witted and blocked it with a stool, thus saving his life, then ran out of the door and fled in panic.

But the boss still didn't divorce. The reason is not that the boss loves his wife very much, but that the boss's father-in-law and mother-in-law are very nice people. Every time there was a verbal or physical fight, the father-in-law and mother-in-law would step in to settle it, severely scold their daughter, and then order her to apologize to the boss.

Although the boss’s wife didn’t listen to her boss, she listened to her parents. When her parents asked her to apologize, she did. Seeing that the family of three had apologized to him, the boss didn't know what to say. He could only wait and see, waiting for the next fight to break out and everything to happen again.

The boss has filed for divorce more than once. Unfortunately, due to the presence of a child and the humble attitude of his parents-in-law, the boss's divorce plan is always interfered with by these factors. Although the boss's wife is fierce, she is good at doing housework. When he is not acting crazy, he is quite considerate in serving his boss.

In this way, the boss had some thoughts and proposed divorce, but in the end he always gave up halfway. After mentioning it so many times, we were no longer surprised. Every time my boss complained to me and swore, "I want a divorce," I felt like he was crying wolf and no one took it seriously.

But the verbal and physical fights were too frequent, and although the marriage was maintained, the love was gone. The boss didn't like that shrew at all. Even if they had loved each other when they were young, even the deepest love would be exhausted in such endless conflicts. So the boss plays with women outside, lovers, prostitutes, one-night stands, everything. When I broke up with Ms. A, my boss asked me for Ms. A's contact information. It was not a joke; he really wanted it. Of course, I didn’t give it to him in the end. If I had, I would have been a pimp, haha.

During this period of slacking off, I had closer contact with Ms. C due to work reasons, but it was only limited to work content. Although I had long coveted her in my heart, I had always suppressed my desire and never said a word to her that was not related to work, for fear that she would think that I had bad intentions towards her. Any information I wanted to find out about her had to be obtained in a roundabout way.

A beautiful lady is a gentleman's dream. There are a few CJ men in the company's project team who are in the process of becoming bad people. When they see that C is pretty, they also want to get close to her. It’s just that CJ men are too immature and don’t know how to hide it at all. They make eyes at people all day long and want to get close to people whenever they have time. Of course the effect was not good. How could a proud and arrogant white-collar beauty like Ms. C be attracted by these little brats?

However, as the saying goes, a barking dog doesn't bite, and a biting dog doesn't bark. I, a big pervert hiding behind the scenes and keeping silent, learned a lot about girl C from the mouths of the group of little perverts barking in front of me.

Hard work pays off. I finally found out through the CJ men that C was actually divorced and her child was given to her ex-husband; and she was not twenty-six or twenty-seven years old as I imagined, but twenty-nine years old, she just took better care of herself and looked younger.

Damn, what I wish for is really coming true. Tell me, is there anything more joyful than getting this news? Ha ha. When fate comes, nothing can stop it.

From that moment on, I made up my mind to overcome all difficulties, regardless of cost and without fear of sacrifice, to seduce girl C.

As the saying goes, what goes around comes around, and information feedback is a two-way process. I also intentionally encouraged these little CJ boys to spread my marital status, and gradually girl C learned that I was also divorced.

Second-hand women are sensitive to second-hand men. Since I have been pretending for some time, I appear steady and profound among this group of people. I think her impression of me must not be too bad.

During that period, I was not working in my own company. I went directly to C's company every day to slack off. We were together day and night, and gradually I became familiar with her. Although I had a lot of love for her and wanted to confess it to her, I strictly adhered to the principle of "talk less nonsense" and just secretly looked for opportunities to get close to her.

As the days passed, I noticed that the way she looked at me had undergone some subtle changes. She seemed not as wary as when we first met. When they discuss the problems I create with me, they don't just stare at the computer screen. There were even a few times when I was peeking at her and I found that she was also peeking at me, and when she saw me looking at her, she would pretend to look at the computer.