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Chapter 3
1.
Zhipeng once said, "Poverty" is the root of all evil, "poverty" is a disease, I am afraid, and he is also afraid.
The more you fear, the more trouble you get into. The public security, industry and commerce, and tax authorities have joined forces to crack down on illegal activities. His underground advertising company was unexpectedly raided, with equipment confiscated, facing hefty fines and back taxes. But the worst part is that Zhipeng was taken away by them. We just bought a house, and part of the down payment was borrowed from colleagues and classmates. Where can I get so much money again? And how can I get Zhipeng out? I couldn't sleep all night.
In the midst of anxiety and helplessness, I was on the verge of collapse. It was at this moment that John reached out to help me. But the owner of the hands was not an angel, but Satan.
"Feng, you've been in very low spirits lately. What's been bothering you?" He called me into his office and asked.
Feeling helpless and wronged, tears welled up in my eyes before I could speak.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and said, "Darling, don't be like this. You still have me, don't you!"
This time, I took the initiative to throw myself into his arms and let the tears flow freely. He went and locked the office door. He laid me down on the big cutting board, and just as he was about to lift up my skirt suit, I don't know where the courage came from, I sat up and pushed him away, saying, "John, thank you. I will pay you back the money and compensate you even more!"
He stood there naked, shrugging his shoulders at me with his hands spread out, "Feng, you know, I'm not short of money, I just like you."
"But I have a boyfriend! The Eastern and Western views on sex are different, Sorry, John!"
Luckily, he didn't force me.
The next day, John told me that he had helped me pay an 80,000 yuan fine and 20,000 yuan in taxes. Zhipeng was also released. There is a Chinese saying, "Misfortunes never come singly, blessings never come alone," and the next problem plunged me into despair once again.
2.
Just two months after a frustrating incident, I encountered a major issue at work. The company had spent a long time researching and had submitted a proposal for a new product launch event to headquarters for approval, but it disappeared from my computer!
This plan was polished and demonstrated by multiple teams such as public relations, marketing, and planning for a long time, and then each team summarized it to me. This was done to prevent leaks to business competitors. I personally completed several meetings and discussions to improve the plan in the final document.
This kind of unclear problem will make many people associate it with me, and the consequences are very dangerous.
As the launch time for the press conference approaches, suddenly I have no implementation direction, operational planning, or relevant measures... every aspect will face an extremely passive situation.
Such a big thing happened, not to mention me, even John can't take the responsibility. I am at a loss and can't figure out where the problem lies.
Each team is reassembling to build frameworks, restructure, and discuss detailed plans. But I have been excluded.
I have to consider the possible consequences: being fired, in debt, and possibly facing foreclosure on my mortgage!
I go to work at the company like a walking corpse, but no one assigns me tasks or reports to me.
I urgently want to see John, even if he hits me or scolds me.
Finally, John hurried back from outside, and I followed him to his office.
"Get out, I'm very busy!" he pointed to the door and said to me.
"John, I... " I said tearfully.
John's expression softened a bit. "Come find me after work if you have something to say."
After a hard day's work, everyone has left.
I went to John's office again.
John sat behind the big cutting board, silently looking at me.
I struggled to speak: "John, please don't dismiss me no matter what!"
I begged, "I can accept fines, demotion, pay cuts, just don't let me go!"
He still didn't speak, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
I remembered his hand falling on my chest unintentionally, remembered the trip to Shanghai, his unrestrained actions and expressions in the car, remembered the almost yielding to him on this big cutting board in front of me... My heart is in chaos.
"I'm off work now. If you're willing, you can come to my place tomorrow to talk about anything." He finally made a move, tore off a piece of paper and wrote a line on it, then handed it to me.
I could turn around and leave.
After leaving, I can never come back here.
I took the note, agreeing to use myself as a bargaining chip.
This is a transaction, seemingly fair with my own decisions, but in reality, I have no choice.
5.
Since Zhipeng and I moved from the rental house in the urban village to our new home, we have left behind that cramped, dark, and chaotic environment. I thought everything would get better and better.
With the emergence of a series of events, Zhipeng has been heavily impacted. His original "advertising business" couldn't continue, and finding a job wasn't easy. He simply started operating a small three-wheeled vehicle to wholesale some small goods in the small commodity market, especially running with urban and rural temple fairs, especially the night market, sometimes not returning until around eleven o'clock at night. Occasionally, he is in high spirits, which must be when he had a good day of sales. But most of the time, he appears very tired.
I have consulted the information, and there are various factors for male ED. One is pathological and requires medication, while another is psychological. I think Zhipeng's situation should be psychological.
I am very distressed.
Now, I need to make a balance and decision among many problems and situations.
6.
The next day, I dressed up and was about to go out when Zhipeng asked me where I was going. I said I was going shopping with my girlfriends.
John is waiting for me, and there is only one outcome as long as I go.
I knock on the door and try to appear as normal as possible: "John, sorry to keep you waiting for so long."
He seems to have just finished showering, wearing only a bathrobe.
He looked at me, his throat moving, openly showing his hunger.
Whether it's professional attire or casual wear at home, it reveals the dignity in my bones. Although I tried to remain calm, my chest still trembled slightly with nervousness.
John pounced on me, I struggled and resisted, but not very stubbornly.
When I was about to be pinned down by this tall, strong white man, I struggled to push him away and said, "John, before we officially get into bed, you don't mind being honest with me about some things, do you?"
For over two months, I have been suffering, and Zhipeng has mostly been the same.
This time, I believe that simply giving myself up will not solve the fundamental problem.
John has already treated me as a desperate prey. He looked at me mockingly, with my disheveled clothes and exposed chest, saying, "Baby, is this important?" I smiled coquettishly at him and said, "Sorry, I'm just a little curious." "Ok, let me satisfy your curiosity, baby."
John shamelessly showed me his naked body, not hiding the erect and fierce part below: "Ever since I saw you naked in the office, your image has rooted in my mind, your full chest, your smooth and fair legs..." He swallowed, "In my eyes, your waist is firm, your hips are full and round, flesh-colored stockings, and black high-heeled shoes, which set off the long legs, making you graceful and charming, with a thousand styles. I really want to have you, cherish you, love you!"
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