El apocalipsis de las solteronas

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the world, she felt dazed, as if she were hallucinating, as if everything had already faded away, leaving only the warmth of his smile in her eyes.

The meal lasted a long time. When we left the tea restaurant, the streets were quiet. It was a cool and soft early spring evening, and the streetlights shone brightly, illuminating the flat road with a layer of orange light.

It was late, and she wasn't wearing a coat, so Qian Duoduo covered the sides of her neck with her hands as she inhaled. "Are you cold?" He turned his head to look at her, his fingers twitching beside him.

The hotel was in sight in the distance. The two walked parallel to each other along the short stretch of road, their shadows intertwined and scattered on the ground. She didn't feel cold; that dazed feeling lingered. She hadn't drunk any alcohol, yet she felt a slight intoxication, and even felt like laughing foolishly. "I'm fine, how about you?" "Me?" He laughed out loud. "How could that be?" Why couldn't it be? It was funny, but she felt relaxed and happy all over. She simply smiled.

They were just a few steps away from the hotel entrance. He usually took long strides, but this time he slowed down and gradually fell behind her. After a few steps, he realized that no one was around, so Qian Duoduo stopped and turned around.

"Duoduo." He stood not far behind her, looking at her. "Hmm?" Still feeling slightly drunk, she surprisingly responded with another "hmm" as a question, completely unsuspecting.

He chuckled before speaking, but his tone was firm, devoid of any genuine smile. "That's not a joke, I'm serious." Good heavens! Not again?

Stunned, Qian Duoduo was so frightened that she lost control of her body and suddenly took a step back.

A fierce internal struggle raged within her; she wavered between the two extremes of outright rejection and running away. The man before her remained motionless, standing quietly in place, waiting for an answer, his expression resolute.

The streets were quiet and deserted, with the lights of countless homes in Sha Tin behind him. Against this backdrop of prosperity, he stood alone, his silhouette clearly defined, which seemed somewhat out of place.

It felt as if a small beast, dormant for years, was stirring within her, yearning to pounce in that empty little house. Suddenly, her nose stung, her steps faltered, and she was speechless. To suppress the surging feeling, she lowered her head, trying not to look at him. With her head down, all she could see was her own shadow cast on the ground, lonely and utterly jarring.

The orange street surface, the long, solitary black shadow, suddenly another shadow looms over you. Before you can even be surprised, you are embraced. The lush woody scent wafts over you, your cheek brushes against soft velvet, and then your warm lips.

Unable to get a reply, she lowered her head in front of him, her black hair shining quietly, the ends falling down her shoulders and landing on her white cheeks.

I just wanted to reach out and brush her away so I could see her expression clearly, but once my fingertips reached out, I couldn't control myself. She was like a giant magnet, and my body's instincts beat my consciousness. The next second, I was already kissing her.

The moment that had haunted her memory for months returned: the moist sweetness on her tongue, the intertwining of breaths at her nose. This time, she hadn't drunk any alcohol, yet her body reacted even more acutely. Her skin trembled, and she could almost hear tiny fireballs exploding in the air. The pleasure was so intense that it made her tremble.

Knowing he was out of control, yet unable to, he kissed her deeply, his breath hot, his hands holding her tightly, his palms warm.

When they parted, he pressed his forehead against hers, wanting to speak. As soon as their lips separated, the cool air made her still moist lips tremble slightly. It was too stimulating, and she suddenly took a big step back.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, but her heart was churning, her fingers were trembling, and many words were clashing on her lips. Afraid that she would utter nonsense if she opened her mouth, she struggled for a long time before she could utter a few words, "Kenny, don't do this."

"Why?" he countered. "I'm older than you," she said, stating the fact, both to him and to herself. "So what? My mom's eight years older than my dad." Ah, I see—Qian Duoduo's eyebrows twitched; indeed, it was a strong family trait. "We work in the same company, superior and subordinate, how could that be?" "Is there a connection?" he asked, puzzled. "I don't care about those things."

"I care!" Qian Duoduo yelled, exasperated, then turned her head away and gritted her teeth. "I'm not one of those twenty-something girls. Don't come to me if you want to play games."

“I told you I’m serious.” He frowned and repeated. “I’m serious too!” she yelled back. He fell silent, and Qian Duoduo felt a sudden, inexplicable frustration wash over her.

She has feelings for him; otherwise, she wouldn't be so confused and anxious. But she's truly exhausted and doesn't want to be in a relationship anymore. What's the point of being in a relationship? Does it guarantee a happy ending? Can it truly free her from all this trouble?

She sighed, feeling disheartened and wanting to leave. But then she felt a warmth on her face; his hand covered her cheek, as if pressing on her heart.

There was a voice in my ear, very low, it was him repeating, "Don't be afraid, I'm serious." This is too much, I can't understand it at all.

But her nose tingled and her eyes stung. She hastily closed her eyes, only to have another kiss fall on her lips. Her body was weak and she could no longer resist such a strong desire. She sighed again and slowly hugged him back.

Chapter 59

The second day of the UVL Asia Regional Annual Meeting was held on time in the company's newly completed building in Hong Kong.

As the Asian region has been playing an increasingly important role in the global plan in recent years, this year's annual meeting was unprecedented in scale. Qian Duoduo was fortunate enough to meet many legendary bigwigs, and even the president himself came all the way from London.

The summary report was well-prepared, and with the added bonus of excellent market share and performance, the effect on the spot was very good. While she was giving the summary report on stage, she could see those big bosses constantly smiling and nodding at her.

Making an impression on these people is one of the best guarantees of promotion. She knew that many of her colleagues had risen through the ranks in this way, which was a great opportunity.

In the past, she had been blinded by countless worries, but now her mind was clear. She suddenly realized why Xu Fei had insisted on bringing her here and letting her go on stage alone. When she finished her report, she stood in the light with a smile, her eyes unable to stop looking in the direction where he was standing.

He stood to the side of the stage, dressed in a very formal suit, and smiled slightly at her, even winking playfully.

Oh no, she was so happy that she was afraid she would burst out laughing on stage. Qian Duoduo quickly looked down at her computer to try and hide her emotions.

Xu Fei had a director-level meeting in the afternoon, so Qian Duoduo returned to the hotel alone.

There were tour buses parked at the entrance. Waiters came up to help with the luggage, and tourists were talking loudly around her. She was originally walking briskly, but when she encountered such a large group of people, she had to slow down and carefully walk through the crowd.

Suddenly, a child darted past her like a fish, followed by their mother's loud call. Unable to dodge in time, she stumbled backward and almost fell.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a couple hurrying past. The man looked familiar, with slightly graying temples, and looked remarkably like Niu Zhensheng. The woman beside him was very young, fashionably dressed in a short skirt and boots, and her profile even bore a slight resemblance to his own. Niu Zhensheng and a girl who looked somewhat like him—? How ridiculous! How could that be?

Although she told herself this in her heart, her eyes couldn't help but follow their figures to try to make out their identities. Unfortunately, her eyesight was poor, and they were walking in a hurry, so she only caught a glimpse of them before they disappeared from sight.

Is it an illusion? There's no time for digging deeper or guessing games, Qian Duoduo walked straight towards the elevator.

The hotel room connected to a large balcony facing the central garden. She dragged over a white wicker chair and sat down at the small table. Her laptop had long been left in the room. The thought of finally being able to put everything down and have a good rest made her feel relaxed, and she had no desire to open it anymore.

She hadn't felt this way in a long time. When she first started working, she felt like she had achieved her goal and accomplished something great after completing each project. She would think about how to reward herself, go on vacation, spend money, and feel great after indulging in luxury.

As I climbed higher and higher in rank and projects grew larger, the goals I wanted to achieve seemed further and further away. The sense of accomplishment after completion was no longer easily satisfied; I was often already worrying about the next project before the previous one was even finished. I was constantly busy from the beginning to the end of the year, and all the money I earned just became numbers in my account.

You should resign. You work at the same company, you're in the same department, he doesn't have any psychological issues, but she does.

She wondered how to tell Xu Fei, but the thought of him made her heart ache. She couldn't describe the feeling. She sat alone for a long time, and gradually became sleepy.

The phone was on the table in front of her. The ringing woke her up. When she opened her eyes, it was already evening. Xu Fei's cheerful voice came from the other end of the line, "Duoduo, I'm back."

She smiled slightly as she held the phone, but carefully concealed the smile from her voice. "Okay, come to me. I have something to tell you."

He walked in and smiled at her, the right corner of his mouth turned up high, revealing a sharp canine tooth. She had never looked at his smile so closely before, and at that moment she felt a sudden dizziness.

Before sitting down, he couldn't resist reaching out and tugging at her loose hair.

Suppressing the urge to laugh out loud, Qian Duoduo took a step back with a serious expression. "Don't move. I really have something to say."

Before I could even speak, the phone rang in my ear, and before I could answer it, another one rang, a different kind of music playing in unison, as if it wouldn't stop until it was answered.

Who's so in sync? Qian Duoduo temporarily gave up on speaking and reached for her phone. The number was familiar; it was her mother calling. Calming herself, she took a deep breath and began to respond. She heard Xu Fei also answer the phone, speaking in French.

Completely unaware of her daughter's current state, Qian's mother simply told her that the temperature in Shanghai had suddenly dropped and that Duoduo should wear an extra layer of clothing when she returned.

Turning around, he had already ended the call and was smiling at her, her reflection flickering in his dark pupils. So tempting! Qian Duoduo gripped her phone, took a deep breath, and then look

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