I am not Ximen Qing.

Career doesn't stop because of love; it seems there's a strange synergy between career and romance for young women in their prime. Love and romance can indeed bring boundless energy to one's career. Some people prefer the nine-to-five grind, but that's a pure waste of life. At least in the meaning of life, one shouldn't miss out on the beauty of love and romance.

Song Yu and Zhang Sheng fell in love with Green City. The most impressive thing about Green City was its enormous parking lot in front, where rows of cars created a grand and visually stunning effect. It turned out they didn't just enjoy Green City's crab buffet; they also loved fine wine, whiskey, vodka, surfing, hot springs, and saunas. Crucially, they often heard the singers' resounding voices in the spacious Roman baths. Singing in the vast bathing space brought unexpected musical effects, making their hearts more relaxed, happy, and joyful. In any case, the vitality of girls' love is a stepping stone and motivation for men's progress and success. There are many things that cannot be explained. Look, the leather shoes are polished to a gleaming shine; it's said that polishing shoes can also polish a wonderful life, making walking smooth and powerful.

Before they even reached the store entrance, a man and a woman were already waiting anxiously at the door. The older boy had a youthful face; he was the son of the second aunt and the only son of Baoyu's aunt, Zhao Mengzhi, and a graduate of Southwest Jiaotong University.

The younger sister of her second aunt's husband harbored resentment towards her brother. Why would her tall, handsome brother fall for and marry Zhang Hongying, a short, unattractive, and sickly woman? It was a classic case of a handsome man loving an ugly woman. The love story of the taller and shorter woman was truly heartbreaking. Zhao Mengzhi always maintained this arrogant, aloof attitude, never considering her brother's situation. She was simply suffering from the arrogance of a big-city dweller. Zhao Mengzhi knew, yet pretended not to know, the immense sacrifices her sister-in-law made in love. Because her older brother lacked family love and care, he only understood the warmth of home after marrying her second aunt. She held an unchangeable prejudice against her second aunt. In matters of love, her second aunt indeed possessed the wisdom of Empress Wu Zetian, perfectly understanding and manipulating a man's soul, as evidenced by her second aunt's husband's tolerance and compromise in everything—life, career, and love. Because I suffered greatly in my youth and my mind was traumatized, the beauty and ugliness of love became secondary; the happiness of my current life overcame the allure of love.

It was quite a coincidence that when I met Yang Dalei, we were not at all strangers, as if we were friends from a past life.

“My girlfriend is going to study in the UK, and it will be a few months before I can buy her a Super Puller.”

Da Lei's female graduate student friend is charming and elegant. Zhang Sheng, who is always in the cultural circle, can sense that she has a high level of knowledge. Then he thought of Jiang Tao's expression and attitude when he bought a supercomputer for his wife's family. It was so familiar. His expression and tone of voice were so similar. This is not just about a computer. It is about the boundless love in his heart.

The girl was very considerate and advised Da Lei not to be impulsive and not to spend too much of the budget. The more she emphasized not to exceed the budget, the more excited Yang Da Lei became, saying that the computer could not be less than six thousand yuan. He was really rich. He currently works for China Railway Fourth Bureau.

"It took me almost four years to win over the school beauty, was it easy? I have to make her happy and satisfied. Baby, we'll get married after you finish your studies in the UK and come back to China."

It was clear this was purely a sibling-like relationship. The girl just smiled, not treating him like an adult at all, and didn't respond to Da Lei's grand expectations as her young husband. Da Lei's face instantly turned red.

"It's best if you don't answer. I don't care at all. You're all I need in this life. And you have to guarantee a profit."

"Absolutely, business is emotionless."

"Don't lie to me, my sister-in-law said you didn't make any money from her computer business."

"As long as we don't lose money, that's fine."

"This is not good. It's either not making money, or losing money, or not making any money at all. I don't like it like this."

Yang Dalei embodies Zhao Mengzhi's arrogance. The second aunt's younger sister-in-law was always dissatisfied with her brother's marriage because her family had been too poor in the past. Now, Zhao Mengzhi's family is doing very well financially. Her brother, Zhao Mengji, also moved from Jilin City to the Linhai Forestry Bureau. In the remote, snowy mountains of the Linhai region, their initial conditions after marriage were difficult, with frequent famines. At that time, the younger sister couldn't help her brother, yet she looked down on her sister-in-law's relatives and siblings for their poverty.

Now, her second aunt's conditions are far beyond what Zhao Mengzhi can compare to, but that doesn't stop her from looking down on her second aunt's brothers and sisters in her heart. In fact, her second aunt's husband is not stupid either. If it weren't for her second aunt's willingness to suffer losses to ensure he gets the benefits, he would be so afraid of going hungry that he would rather have an ugly wife than a beautiful one.

Yang Dalei was still somewhat resentful. The reason was simple: Zhang Sheng was an entrepreneur in Zhongguancun, while he was an unmarried young man. Yang Dalei certainly knew that Baoyu had bought two houses; how could he not be anxious? Zhao Mengzhi quickly made a down payment for her son in Beijing, leaving him to pay the mortgage himself.

"You're not going to break up with me if you go to England, are you?"

"If you keep trying to seduce me, I'll break up with you right now. You think you can tempt me with a house? No way. Stop trying to trick me. Your brother's family is better off than yours, are you upset about that? Stop trying to seduce me, be more magnanimous."

"You've always treated me like a child who never grew up."

It's clear she's gotten used to Yang Dalei's relentless pursuit of love. His excessive affections have left her feeling helpless. If she dares to reject his super-pussy, her plans to go abroad will definitely fall through.

Yang Dalei has spent a lot of money on girls. He continued to spend money on his postgraduate studies, just to make a beauty smile. Zhao Mengzhi was quite proud of her son. He neither smoked nor drank, and his only hobby was spending money on the school beauty. This proved that her son had good taste and that he should be supported in spending money on women. Her son had not let her down and was a million times better at choosing women than his uncle.

"Mom, please don't interfere with my love life. He's my goddess."

“Son, I’m not stupid. You have much better taste than your uncle. Your girlfriend is indeed the queen of flowers, a beautiful peony.”

"Mom, I'm angry. What do I need the peony for? She's my rose. Mom, do you understand? The peony doesn't understand love at all."

"Big Thunder".

Is that thunder?

"You are like a thunderclap in spring. Your grandfather gave you such a good name. Looking at your grades, I never dreamed that you could get into the University of Finance and Economics."

"Mom, Mom, it's Jiaotong University."

Zhang Sheng wanted to invite the two lovers to dinner. "I'm hungry. If you're not making money, I have to do something to show my appreciation, otherwise I'll be too embarrassed to face my aunt."

"Your second aunt won't find fault with you."

"Baoyu's aunt will also get angry."

The female graduate student, a beautiful woman from Luoyang, Henan, smiled and joked, but it was just right. Upon entering the Tian Shang Tian Roast Duck Restaurant, she first chose a window seat near the road. When it came time to order, her stomach felt incredibly hungry for Tian Shang Tian, ​​so she ordered a fruitwood-roasted duck and asked them to have the duck carcass prepared as salt and pepper duck carcass—crispy and crunchy. Zhang Sheng especially loved the salt and pepper duck meat on the carcass, feeling it tasted better than the sliced ​​duck meat. They also ordered boiled fish, spicy blood curd, sweet and sour pork, pickled cucumbers, poached chicken, shredded pork with sweet bean sauce, hand-pulled lamb, and some appetizers. The female graduate student was exceptionally polite, and Da Lei couldn't control his enthusiasm, constantly putting food on her plate.

"Didn't Yang Dalei agree that I wasn't allowed to put food on his plate?"

"I know, I just couldn't control myself."

"That's why I have to go to England for a few years to cure your illness."

"Don't worry, I will definitely correct it."

I wonder how Yang Yulei and his newlywed wife are doing now. Anyway, the wife's enthusiasm frightened the husband. Similarly, Yang Dalei's enthusiasm really surprised Zhang Sheng. She was amazed by Dalei's overflowing love and also made the female graduate student feel a little pressured.

After finishing his meal, Da Lei quickly drove his girlfriend back to her rented apartment and helped her install and set up her computer. His girlfriend would be going to England in a few months, but from Zhang Sheng's observation, she might end the relationship as soon as she arrived in England.

My sister-in-law took some time to visit Zhang Sheng's rented shop in Dinghao, Zhongguancun. Rumors circulated that Zhang Sheng had become quite a figure. Moreover, my sister-in-law is now the head of a European medical device company, traveling the world. However, she maintains a low-key demeanor, a quality inherent in those in the medical field—highly intelligent and rational, she never treats people as mere patients. This isn't meant to be sarcastic towards Baoyu and my sister-in-law, but rather a heartfelt admiration. Doctors, in treating and saving lives, are often emotionally exhausted; they are patients themselves, and the world is essentially full of patients. But let's not dwell on that. My sister-in-law earns 100,000 yuan a month, over 16,000 US dollars. She's focused on buying an apartment in Beijing for her beloved son. After buying a house for their wedding, she's determined to buy a third one along the Grand Canal in Tongzhou. Besides being a workaholic, she's also a real estate fanatic. Lost in a mirage of dreams, she only needs a river-view apartment in Tongzhou. After that, she's considering retirement and wants to accompany the mentally stressed Baoyu on a trip to Europe.

Think about it, this couple basically spends almost nothing on food and drink besides housing expenses. One travels the world, while the other works a stable job at a large hospital near Dingfuzhuang in Chaoyang District, eating in the hospital cafeteria. Their only hobby is cars, which are a display of the hospital's vanity—luxury cars. It seems my second aunt's husband didn't read "The Story of the Stone" for nothing; the nickname is quite clever. Baoyu, Baoyu, has acquired three houses in Beijing with almost no hard work or struggle.

Zhang Sheng liked to visit his sister-in-law's house. At least Bao Yu and his sister-in-law didn't have the narrow-mindedness of people from the mountains. Like his uncle, the magnanimity of Beijing was perfectly embodied in his sister-in-law, Bao Yu, and his uncle. No matter how rich or poor they were, they could chat and drink beer together and eat some home-cooked dishes made by his second aunt's husband.

Song Yu enthusiastically recounted his trip to America, saying that without the TOEFL, everything seemed simpler. America was no longer so alluring or inspiring because China had become powerful. MIT was no longer an excuse to go to America, and his aunt was no longer a reason for visa refusal. Wasn't life in China good enough? Going to America would undoubtedly be a tragedy for his uncle. A good official wouldn't choose to be a third-class citizen in America, even facing family separation. Returning home was impossible; like young men and women adrift in a big city, their hometown, like the hometown described by Lu Xun, remained ugly in their thoughts and memories.

My good brother Liu enjoys his free time and lives a free life, moving from one city in America to another for work. Liu's love has withstood the test of time and the storms of battle; Liu's love is blissful. He goes to Dallas nightclubs to take pictures of the voluptuous breasts and buttocks of the foreign women. Didn't he ask if the American beauties had golden skin? Song Yu was mistaken for a tycoon by the Americans, who granted him VIP treatment and helped the foreign woman apply oil all over her body.

Then, I went for a drive with Da Liu in a convertible SUV, emphasizing the blue sky, especially the American blue sky and wide highways. We also took the opportunity to visit my aunt who lives in the US. Last time my aunt visited China, she was very envious of Song Yu and her mother, and also her sister's, luxurious lifestyle. This time, Song Yu wanted to experience firsthand the sense of superiority that her aunt seemed to have.

This was my first visit to my aunt's apartment. She introduced me to her young foreign boyfriend, a common occurrence in the US. The guy had a rather unusual taste; he only cared about my aunt's figure. A slim physique made her appear more petite and graceful than the larger, heavier American white girls she was known for. In short, this young foreign man preferred slender Asian women and disliked obesity. Perhaps due to a lack of maternal love growing up, her husband got along very well with my aunt's son. Their daughter was about to start studying law at Harvard University.

My mother spent over a year in the United States after her divorce from my father, following an invitation from my sister to visit. My mother was much luckier; unlike Song Yu, she wasn't denied a visa. My mother had no intention of immigrating; she seemed content to live alone in the US, left to fend for herself. Men's fates are similar to those of lions on the African savanna—loneliness. When talking about her uncle, Song Yu sighed frequently. After so many years in the US, he still couldn't speak a foreign language; he tried to learn, but couldn't.

She then recounted that her aunt had paid off the mortgage on her American house. Her aunt had finally gotten her revenge on her nephew for his extravagant display when she came to China. She clearly told her nephew that he was still too young compared to her, still renting an apartment in Beijing, while her aunt was debt-free and carefree in the United States. Her aunt was undoubtedly in high spirits, having shaken off the depression of returning to China. No matter what, being abroad was always better than her nephew in Beijing, because he owned his own property. The Chinese obsession with property was no exception, even in the United States. She also mentioned that her foreign husband respected Song Yu quite a bit.

His dream of going to America had come true, but the fervor he felt for the country had waned compared to when he first graduated. However, to be honest, Song Yu was actually better suited to developing his career in America. If he hadn't been denied a visa, in the prime of his life, he might be no different from those venture capitalists now. Sometimes, it's just a matter of a tiny difference; fate truly changes everything. The discussion mostly revolved around the hot shapes of foreign women—their large breasts and curvy hips. Unfortunately, while those hands could take pictures of foreign women's large breasts and curvy hips, Tang Yingying's large breasts and curvy hips remained completely untouched. At this point, Song Yu would innocently try to justify himself, saying, "Did I touch those long, shapely legs? Did I touch them?" Tang Yingying's tears completely broke him down, and Song Yu finally began to approach Tang Yingying with a love attitude entirely devoid of lust.

The phone rang incessantly—a lingering effect of being in love. He'd even tried to emulate the big shots, writing songs, composing music, and making short films for her. The calls were from people demanding production fees. How much money had Song Yu poured into this beautiful woman, Tang Yingying? A total of about thirty or forty thousand RMB. He'd given up. Tang Yingying's gloomy, rainy mood completely shattered his youthful dream of winning her heart.

Yang Yulei shook her head and sighed for Song Yujun. For Song Yu's love, Mr. Yulei had gone through fire and water, constantly searching for a girl. Miss Nie, and now Tang Yingying—a goddess who practically devoured gold—were all just a drop in the ocean compared to Song Yu's so-called lover, a girl living in a dream. In the Honda, Tang Yingying's singing, accompanied by piano, filled the air. Song Yu would listen to it with a sense of loss from time to time. The great producer was Mr. Song Yu, and the great singer and actress was Tang Yingying. This was the theme song produced by Yang Yulei, about the love between a father and daughter suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

Song Yu was also a man of deep affection. He couldn't leave America empty-handed; he bought Tang Yingying a gift there—a brooch—and drove towards Chaoyang Park under the cover of night. There lay a mermaid lying in the deep sea. The fisherman from the fairy tale—Song Yu became the fisherman. Oh, and back to Oscar Wilde, Wilde's curse. The love between the fisherman and the mermaid was Platonic and impossible. She exuded tender affection, but once Song Yu harbored lustful thoughts, tears would flow from her beautiful eyes, tears that evoked pity. Those tears were the best antidote to all love in the world. Forget her body for a moment—boundless regret, boundless irresistible desire. Finally, he met Leda on Earth, but Mr. Song Yu was not the shapeshifting Jupiter.