Some say the two dirtiest things in the world are politics and a woman's vagina. Although Gao Ming, a cadre in the municipal party committee, does not entirely agree with this statement, there is one thing he firmly believes: almost all men in the world are endlessly fascinated by these two things. And yes, that includes himself. — Introduction Gao Ming felt like he was on the verge of collapse. The new female colleague, Meng Ru, always walked around with her full chest prominently displayed, making it impossible for him to focus on his work, leaving him distracted every day. Gao Ming knew Meng Ru wasn't intentionally trying to seduce him; her chest was naturally large, and her ample, firm breasts trembled slightly under her thin clothes as she moved. Her short skirt revealed a perfectly rounded bottom that curved upwards, and her long, well-proportioned legs were bare, without stockings, showcasing her smooth, white thighs. She wore a pair of small, delicate white soft leather shoes. An aura of youth surrounded her, but the mature charm of a young woman and the sway of her waist gave her a disconcerting allure. What was even more fatal was that whenever Meng Ru came to Gao Ming for work-related inquiries, they would stand very close to each other, and a unique feminine fragrance would waft towards him, giving Gao Ming an intense feeling of suffocation.
Gao Ming sadly realized that he had hopelessly fallen for Meng Ru, which seemed somewhat unreasonable for a 35-year-old man with seven years of marriage under his belt. In Gao Ming's view, he had long passed the impulsive phase of his life and shouldn't fall for a woman so easily. Yet, this feeling came on so fiercely, threatening to overwhelm him.
This put Gao Ming in a dilemma. The Municipal Party Committee's Propaganda Department was a rather serious institution. If any scandal were to arise between him and Meng Ru, it would undoubtedly affect his political career. Gao Ming was a very cautious man; he didn't want to jeopardize his bright future over a moment of impulse. However, the thought of letting Meng Ru go so easily didn't sit well with him either. Her sexy and enchanting figure appeared before him every day, posing a significant attraction. In his eyes, his career and women were equally important, and having both would be ideal.
The first time Gao Ming and Meng Ru touched skin to skin was one morning after arriving at work. At that moment, Gao Ming was mopping the office floor with a mop in hand. Upon seeing Gao Ming cleaning, Meng Ru quickly put down her purse and rushed to help. In the process of their tug-of-war over the mop, somehow their hands ended up clasped together. Meng Ru's face instantly turned red, and she gave Gao Ming a charming glance before excusing herself to fetch water from the bathroom. Gao Ming also felt somewhat embarrassed, standing there foolishly, unable to snap out of it for a long time. For the entire morning, Gao Ming couldn't focus on anything. Meng Ru's hand was soft, as white and tender as a spring onion. The accidental touch had sent his heart flying. He even secretly brought that hand to his nose to sniff, as if catching a whiff of fragrance that went straight to the top of his head, making his soul seem to leave his body.
Since Meng Ru's arrival, Gao Ming felt that his dull and monotonous life had begun to take on color. Even going to work became more energizing than before. He woke up early every day, whistling leisurely while happily tying his tie and polishing his shoes. His wife, Shu Fang, asked suspiciously, 'Oh, what's gotten into you lately? Have you hit some kind of romantic jackpot? Look at you, all smug!'
Hearing his wife's question, Gao Ming replied with a cheeky grin, 'Yeah, so what if I've hit a romantic jackpot? It's all the rage now. Did you think I'd hang myself on your crooked old tree?'
Shu Fang looked Gao Ming up and down, then disdainfully squeezed out two words from between her teeth: 'Disgraceful!'
Gao Ming and Wang Shu Fang had been married for seven years, having met through an introduction. Wang Shu Fang was a teacher, instructing fifth graders at the Tianhe City Normal University Affiliated Elementary School. They had a six-year-old son named Le Le, a lively and adorable little boy. Gao Ming was quite satisfied with this family of three, even though he always felt something was missing in the marriage. But he knew how important this family was to him. As for the passion and romance people often talked about, Gao Ming had stopped harboring any illusions about that ten years ago when he broke up with his first love.
The second time Gao Ming and Meng Ru came into physical contact was at a banquet. That day, to quell a negative report about Tianhe City, Lv Yankun, the Deputy Minister of the Propaganda Department, personally hosted a banquet at the Mengdu Grand Hotel, the largest in Tianhe City, inviting two reporters from the 'Longjiang Metropolitan News'. Gao Ming, Meng Ru, and several other colleagues from the Propaganda Department accompanied them. Since Meng Ru was the only woman at the table that day, and given her stunning beauty, it naturally drew the two reporters' eyes to her repeatedly, and they took turns toasting her. Meng Ru was truly impressive, drinking two glasses of white liquor without showing any signs of intoxication, and her words were perfectly measured, earning nods of approval from Deputy Minister Lv beside her. The two reporters seemed unwilling to let Meng Ru off without gaining some advantage, and despite being incoherent from drinking, they insisted on clinking glasses with her repeatedly. Meng Ru, of course, wouldn't refuse them outright, forcing a smile and complying, eventually outdrinking both reporters.
After the banquet ended, it was already late. Several male colleagues, seeing that Meng Ru had drunk quite a bit, vied to escort her home, but she declined each one. Meng Ru half-jokingly said, 'You guys are all hands and feet; I don't trust you. I'd feel much safer if our section chief escorted me.'
As soon as Meng Ru finished speaking, it drew a round of laughter from the colleagues. Hearing Meng Ru specifically ask for him to escort her, Gao Ming felt a secret joy but also some apprehension, fearing that his colleagues might misunderstand. At that moment, Meng Ru had already stood up graciously. Gao Ming, observing from the corner of his eye and seeing no unusual expressions from his colleagues, carefully put on his coat, picked up his briefcase, and followed Meng Ru out.
On the way to escort Meng Ru home, Gao Ming carefully maintained his distance from her. He initially thought of taking a taxi, but Meng Ru said it wasn't necessary, as she wanted to walk and clear her mind. Gao Ming had no choice but to follow behind Meng Ru, watching her stagger step by step. The streetlights were dim, and the surroundings were quiet, with only the occasional car whizzing by, bringing momentary light and noise. Gao Ming attempted to break the silence by saying, 'I really didn't notice before, but you can hold your liquor well. You drank so much and seem completely fine.'
Meng Ru replied, 'Not at all. Can't you see I'm walking unsteadily? I have this peculiarity when it comes to drinking: I seem fine at the moment, but the effects hit me later.'
As they were talking, Meng Ru suddenly leaned against a tree by the roadside and stopped walking, bending over to gasp for breath heavily. Before Gao Ming could react, Meng Ru had already opened her mouth and started vomiting violently, the undigested food mixed with a strong smell of alcohol spilling all over the ground instantly. Gao Ming quickly took out tissues from his leather bag and handed them to her. By then, Meng Ru was already vomiting uncontrollably, a mess. Gao Ming hadn't expected that a seemingly delicate woman could have such a strong reaction when the alcohol took effect.
Standing behind Meng Ru, Gao Ming saw how uncomfortable she was and several times couldn't help but want to pat her back to help, but then thought it might not be appropriate. He was so anxious that he scratched his head, not knowing what to do. Meng Ru squatted on the ground to rest for a while before slowly standing up, saying shyly, 'I'm sorry, Section Chief Gao, for making you see me like this. I told you I couldn't drink much, but you didn't believe me.'
Gao Ming asked with concern, 'How are you? Are you going to be okay?'
Meng Ru waved her hand, indicating she was fine, then staggered forward. But just as she took a step, she collapsed as if hit by a bullet. Fortunately, Gao Ming was quick and stretched out his arms to catch her firmly in his embrace. Goodness, a warm body, soft and fragrant, completely filling his arms. It left Gao Ming in a dilemma—to hold her or not. At this moment, Meng Ru was clearly drunk to the point of being a limp rag, her limbs spread out, clinging to Gao Ming entirely, obviously having lost all self-control. This put Gao Ming in a tough spot; the woman in his arms was as soft as if boneless, her tender flesh like cotton, sinking wherever pressed. Adjusting his posture, Gao Ming lifted Meng Ru's arm and supported her waist with his other hand, managing with great difficulty to help her to the roadside. Just then, a taxi passed by. Gao Ming waved, and the car stopped. He opened the rear door, stuffed Meng Ru inside, and then got in himself. As the car was about to start, Meng Ru even struggled to say, 'No need for a taxi, I can walk by myself!'
Gao Ming thought, 'You're in this state, and you think you can walk!'
During the car ride, Mengru alternated between leaning back on the seat and resting her head on Gaoming's shoulder, occasionally moaning in discomfort. Fortunately, the journey wasn't long, and they arrived shortly. Gaoming helped Mengru out of the car and attempted to assist her upstairs, but she insisted on going up by herself, saying, 'Thank you, Section Chief Gao, I can manage on my own.'
Gaoming watched Mengru stagger upstairs until the light in her third-floor window turned on, only then did he leave with peace of mind.
Upon returning home, his son Lele was already asleep. His wife Shufang asked, 'Why are you back so late?'
Gaoming mentioned there was a work dinner where he had some drinks. As he undressed, he reminisced about the 'close contact' with Mengru earlier, still somewhat dazed. He hadn't expected to so easily 'obtain' the body he had long coveted. The feeling of her soft body in his arms was delightful. Gaoming tried to recall more delightful details, but to his dismay, his memories were surprisingly hazy. With these thoughts, Gaoming felt no sleepiness but an indescribable urge, moving closer to his wife Shufang. Just then, Shufang suddenly asked, 'Strange, why do you smell like a woman's perfume?'
Startled by the question, Gaoming quickly explained, 'Nonsense! You're imagining things. It must be the incense from the hotel!'
Shufang pinched Gaoming's buttocks and muttered, 'I bet you wouldn't dare!'
Gaoming remained silent, his mind filled with images of Mengru's allure, plotting to find an opportunity to completely win her over.