On Saturday night, I was lounging in bed, aimlessly scrolling through my phone.
There was a knock at the door, and I opened it impatiently, wearing nothing but shorts and slippers. "Who is it? It's the middle of the night!"
Under the hallway light stood a woman. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, exuding a faint fragrance. Her face was like a finely crafted work of art—delicate and smooth, with skin that radiated an enchanting glow. Beneath her willow-like brows, a pair of bright, large eyes resembled deep lakes. Below her high nose bridge, her lips curled slightly upward, revealing an unintentional smile that felt like a gentle spring breeze.
Though she wore ordinary loungewear, it perfectly accentuated her graceful curves. Suddenly, I realized my parents were right: the reason I felt increasingly listless was that there was no woman around me—no woman like her.
"I'm sorry... I just moved in today and just discovered that the shower in the bathroom is leaking hot water! Do you happen to have any tools?"
"I have tools, but can you fix it?"
Before the demolition, my family owned an eight-story building with nearly a hundred rental rooms, and I managed all the plumbing and electrical issues—it's not an exaggeration to say I was half a professional handyman.
"My place... has no men; I'll give it a try..."
What did it mean that there were no men at home? Hearing this made my heart race.
"I'll help you out!" At over thirty years old, I had never wanted to impress a woman as much as I did at that moment.
Her room mirrored mine—a 48-square-meter one-bedroom layout. On the sofa lay a small child wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly and peacefully; their gentle breaths plucked at my nerves like fine strings.
The bathroom was steamy, with water continuously dripping from the hot water valve. In my mind, I imagined a beautiful woman bathing here in endless springtime beauty...
I turned off the main valve and used pliers to open the angle valve, wrapping new tape around it before reinstalling it... After going through the process smoothly, I tried turning on the valve—it worked perfectly.
"Thank you so much! You men really know how to handle things!" The woman's compliment felt sincere. "Sit down for a moment; let me get you a glass of water!"
There was a fragrant aroma in the room that made me lose focus. Holding the cup felt like holding her hand in an enchanting fantasy.
Oh God, what is happening to me!
The child on the sofa stirred, waving their chubby little arms and legs while pouting as if about to cry. The woman cooed softly, lifting her shirt to nurse the baby; out of the corner of my eye, the sight of her roundness and porcelain-like skin almost took my breath away.
Oh mother, nothing from Japan or Korea or even Europe could compare to this soul-stirring reality before me.
Since the demolition of our urban village, the friends I used to hang out with have all gone their separate ways. Only Brother Xiong, whose workplace is close to my home, occasionally comes by to chat and joke around.
"You’re a diamond bachelor now, holding so much cash. Be careful; someone might take notice!" he teased.
I scoffed, "With you police officers around, I feel safe. Our Jiangcheng hasn’t seen a serious crime in years. Don’t try to scare me."
"You’ve heard about the CEO of Golden City, right?" Brother Xiong said seriously.
"What does that have to do with me? The killer was a snake, and didn’t you catch it?" I replied, unfazed.
Golden City Group is a well-known private enterprise in Jiangcheng. CEO Jin Dafa started as an ordinary salesperson and, along with a group of desperate old and disabled workers from the supply and marketing cooperative, opened supermarkets, developed chains, ventured into real estate, and expanded into the new energy market. He managed to break into the top ten private enterprises in Jiangcheng—an impressive feat.
Unfortunately, not long ago, while playing golf with his beautiful newlywed wife, he was bitten by a snake on the course and didn’t make it to the hospital in time.
Brother Xiong’s occupational paranoia was getting worse!
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