I'll help you

At one point, Shi Ling groaned and looked at Jiang Wei, almost begging for mercy. Breaking away from his chest, the latter rushed to his lips and penetrated inside, not controlling his tongue. The passionate dance of feeling made them inexorably lose their heads.

Shi Ling abruptly rolled over and was on top of him. He suddenly wanted to try to do everything he had just felt himself.

Discarding rationality, the young man kissed the man first lightly, then longer and deeper, until from the lack of oxygen they almost suffocated.

Jiang Wei roared and was on top again. For several moments he stared at Shi Ling with unblinking eyes.

"Do you realize we can't stop now?" asked Wei.

Shi Ling nodded. That question was exactly what he expected. There was a fire burning inside him that he could no longer extinguish alone.

Regret or anger he could have tomorrow as well. So he pulled Jiang Wei to him and kissed him with all his naive sincerity.

After a while, he was hurt and ashamed, but at the same time, there was a sobering sense of maturity. This strong man, who had hammered inexorably into him, seemed to him to be the only significant man in the world.

Tears flowed involuntarily from his eyes, and he didn't even wipe them away. Everything seemed like a dream.

The fire was growing stronger and stronger, and through the piercing pain, Ling was surprised to feel a growing pleasure.

"I'll help you," Jiang Wei said with an effort. He was so tense that he seemed to be holding back an entire ocean.

He wanted to achieve bliss together, leaving no room for regret. With a nimble hand, he began to caress Shi Ling's dignity and the latter met the wave of pleasure that surged over him in amazement.

He had never felt so outrageously good. He wanted to stay like this forever. With this man. In this place. Forever. He remembered nothing else of his feelings.

When he woke up in the morning, the first thing he made sure of was that Jiang Wei had gone to his room. Although everything was fresh in his mind, the morning light taunted Shi Ling, forcing him to flee.

Hastily tidying himself up, fighting the shivers in his legs and the pain throughout his body, he rinsed his mouth and hopped out onto the street.

The first thing the secretary did was go to the company. Only the guards were there at this early hour. Without hindrance he made his way to the boss's office and did as he had planned - he left his resignation letter and was relieved.

After that, Ling returned home. The apartment looked alien and resentful. "What kind of nonsense is that?" - Shi Ling wondered. He put the kettle on the stove and sat down at the table and shuddered in pain.

After enduring the acute phase of the sensation, he covered his crimson face with his hands.

His plan was simple. He quits and goes to his hometown. There he recovers and begins his life anew.

***

Jiang Wei woke up around nine in the morning. His head was buzzing. The bright morning light made him nauseous. He vomited as soon as he reached the bathroom.

After a few urges, he felt empty and cold inside. After taking a shower, he felt more awake, and after a hasty cup of coffee, he headed off to work.

The car drove through the streets and parks as usual. Jiang Wei struggled against the drowsiness, drumming his fingers thoughtfully on his knee. Suddenly, he leaned forward and frowned his eyebrows in concentration.

The events of the previous night began to emerge in isolated shreds as if someone was trying to assemble a letter from scraps.

"Stop the car," Jiang Wei commanded.

The driver obediently found a place to park. They were standing in the center of town, where it was especially noisy and crowded.

Jiang Wei gathered his thoughts and asked.

"Did you drive me away from the banquet yesterday?"

"Yes sir," replied the driver.

"Tell me what you remember about last night?" insisted Jiang Wei, straining with all his gut from another bout of nausea.

He couldn't wait to put everything in its place and to understand what was real and what delusion was. There were more questions than he could answer.

"The master stayed at the banquet for about an hour while I escorted Shi's assistant."

The driver was silent, thinking he had said enough.

"And then?" didn't calm down Jiang Wei.

"Assistant Shi went to the banquet and suddenly called back. He was agitated and asked me to move the car to another exit. Mr. Jiang was barely on his feet. I wanted to offer to take you to the hospital, but the secretary ordered me to go to your home. That all, sir."

"Let's go to the company," Jiang Wei replied thoughtfully.

There was no point in asking further. He would learn the rest from Shi Ling. Where had that boy disappeared to? Why didn't he come after him with a chauffeur?

Usually, he was like an annoying little devil, showing up in his sloppy clothes and causing annoyance.

Jiang Wei decided not to wait for the meeting at the office and dialed the secretary. But the latter's phone was turned off.

"What the hell?!" Jiang Wei swore. Meanwhile, the car had already pulled up to the front entrance.

Jiang Wei flew into the foyer and was suddenly intercepted by a couple of guards.

"Mr. Jiang, we apologize, but you are not allowed in this building," the men said guiltily.

"What?!" wailed Jiang Wei and tried to push the guards away, but they were tough guys and wouldn't budge on him, smiling guiltily.

Jiang Wei dialed the first number he saw and was ready to kill the man who answered, but the man asked him to wait downstairs.

Soon Lu Fei, who had always annoyed Jiang Wei with his infantilism and numerous weaknesses, slowly floated out of the elevator.

He put his arm around Jiang Wei's shoulders with an understanding expression and gently led him into the cafeteria.

After seating the sullen man in the far corner, Lu Fei rushed to the bar and brought a strong coffee. While Jiang sipped his drink, Lu Fei chose his words.

Jiang Wei considered him an uncle. Lu Fei had supported Jiang Wei's father for many years. Looking at the director's lifeless face, he decided to act directly.

"Something happened at the banquet yesterday," he began, "you remember, don't you?

"I'm not sure I remember," Jiang Wei honestly admitted.

"Then I'll clear something up," began Lu Fei.

"Yesterday, someone posted provocative photos of the CEO having fun with a minor at the company banquet online."

Jiang Wei felt an attack of nausea. He vomited into a garbage can nearby. Lu Fei nonchalantly handed him a napkin and continued.

"There was an emergency meeting of directors this morning. The majority decided to suspend this director until the situation could be resolved. Mao's spokesman used all his resources to get the photo off the net. However, the girl's parents sued you and the company. Certainly looks like a well-planned move, don't you think?"

Jiang Wei felt that he was still nauseous, and at the same time, a sharp prickling cold engulfed his stomach.

"Friendly, I would advise this director to go to the clinic as soon as possible and have his system checked for drug residue," Lu Fei stood up, letting him know that the conversation was over, "and you had better not show up in public for a while. The journalists are ready to tear Jiang Wei apart."

"My assistant!" Jiang Wei grabbed the departing Lu Fei by the arm.

"Ah, that's..." the man carelessly replied, "He quit."

Jiang Wei thought he had misheard, "How dare that rat-face!" But taking his last chance, he asked Lu Fei to find and give him Shi Ling's home address. He nodded silently and left.

Jiang Wei felt a chill run down his neck and his hair moved on its own. After finishing his bitter black coffee, he perked up a bit, and after brushing his hair a few times with his hand, Jiang Wei made a decision.

First of all, he asked the driver to take him to the underground parking lot where his seldom-used cars were parked.

Choosing the least flashy car, Jiang Wei thanked the driver and let him go. After pulling into a gas station, he wondered for a long time where to go next.

At the thought of the escaped secretary, he somehow began to shiver with anger, so when he received a message from Lu Fei with the address, he abruptly turned onto the road and rushed to Shi Ling. On the way, he intensely calculated all the options for the outcome of his situation.

His assistant, though a rare loser, but can be useful in this situation. Therefore, it was imperative to find this trashy boy and make him work for himself again.

Fortunately, he had enough money to buy him off with his guts.

Thinking this way, he reached his destination. The neighborhood where Shi Ling lived was squalid, which did not surprise Jiang Wei.

That's how he imagined it, that this loser must be living in a hellhole. As he struggled through the narrow, cluttered street, Jiang Wei finally freaked out, got out of the car, and walked.

He wandered around for about ten minutes before he saw a man picking up paper trash. Overcome with disdain, Jiang Wei asked him for help to find Shi Ling's house.

The man waved his hand in the right direction without looking and continued his occupation.

Jiang Wei climbed the stairs to the third floor and stopped in front of apartment "334." No one answered the bell. He knocked - silence again. He knocked even harder, and then the door next door opened.

An elderly woman reported loudly:

"Young Mr. Shea has gone to the store. He usually comes back in half an hour. There's no reason to make noise and disturb people!"

Before Jiang Wei could answer, the door slammed shut, leaving a ringing in his ears.

Jiang Wei once again noted how attentive old ladies can be. Then he just sat down on the stairs and pulled out his phone.

As soon as he opened the news feed he regretted it so much that even his teeth ached. There were piquant headlines everywhere. Jiang Wei's name was suddenly synonymous with lecher and maniac. Only the armless and the dumb did not vilify him.

Thousands of people wrote angry comments demanding the harshest punishment. And, of course, his picture was everywhere.

Suddenly the phone rang. Jiang Wei winced in pain when he read the caller's name.