The Story of Tui Shen and the Young Lady 7

Last week, I met a woman in the stock market. She’s 30 years old. We’ve been talking for over half a year, and everything has gone well. Today, she suggested we meet, and I hesitated. I said, “You have a family, and I’m still young, so I don’t think it’s appropriate,” but she said it’s okay. Just as friends, so I agreed. We exchanged photos, and she looks quite beautiful. She’s not far from my city, and we agreed to meet at a milk tea shop. I didn’t choose another place to avoid running into someone I know. I arrived first at noon because she had a three-hour drive. While waiting, I looked at her photos again, worried it might be a “disaster scene” because beauty filters are so powerful now. But when she got out of a Porsche, I recognized her immediately—she looked much better in person than in the photos, and she’s exactly my type. She recognized me too. Not sure what to say to break the awkwardness, she suggested a hug. I said okay. She smelled really nice, and my heart was pounding. We sat in the milk tea shop for a while, then went to eat. She hardly ate anything, mostly helping me peel shrimp and pick out fish bones. After we finished, we left the restaurant, and she held my hand. I didn’t pull away. She said she wanted to take me home, but I told her I’d take a taxi myself. She asked what I thought of her Porsche. As a motorcycle rider, how could I say it’s not good? She asked if I wanted one. I thought she was joking, so I said yes. She pulled me close and softly whispered in my ear, “If you want it, next week lock in Jia Mei, Xiao Cheng, Tong Yuan, Silver, Liu Jin, Jing Lan, Zhong Di!”