My Terrible Life in Those Years

I was so dizzy that even if I was curious and wanted to listen, I couldn't possibly hear what they were saying afterward.

In my daze, I saw that Aunt Shu seemed to be fighting three people at once, talking and gesturing non-stop.

Suddenly my mouth felt dry.

I struggled to get halfway up my body. At that moment, the four people over there heard the noise at the same time, miraculously stopped talking, and looked over.

I reached across the table, poured the water Fatty Su had placed in front of me directly into my mouth, and then instinctively yelled at Aunt Shu, who was still slurring her words, "Aunt Shu, remember, you absolutely must get the contract... done!"

President Zeng's expression changed again, and he exchanged glances with Chen and Su.

The meaning in his eyes was very clear. He even called her "auntie." Everyone had heard that this Mr. Shu had a close relationship with Mrs. Jiang, the wife of the Liu family. Sure enough, he even called her "auntie."

But is Mrs. Liu younger than President Shu? Otherwise, why would she be called "Auntie"?

How could they possibly know that I was simply uttering the term of address I held in my heart when I was intoxicated but not truly intoxicated? Only I know what "auntie" really meant.

Even Aunt Shu herself didn't know what it meant!

Sure enough, she was startled, her eyes full of questions.

But to the three of them, there was no doubt that this expression was something the other two had told them beforehand not to use.

If we hadn't gotten Xiao Jiang drunk, we wouldn't have been able to find out the truth!

It's confirmed, it's 100% Mr. Jiang, there's no doubt about it.

Aunt Shu, her face flushed, pointed in my direction and sighed softly, "You've all seen the situation today. If the contract isn't finalized, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain myself when I get back. He heard everything President Zeng said just now."

Mr. Zeng had no choice but to nod slightly. This time, because he had overlooked my presence and status, he had turned what was originally a somewhat proactive situation into a somewhat passive one, making it difficult for him to back down.

"Mr. Zeng, how about this? Let's stick to the contract we agreed on before. I understand what you meant earlier. I also know that some new projects will be launched in the second half of the year. I will definitely secure favorable terms for you then, and we can then implement the terms you just mentioned!"

After downing a pound of strong liquor, she was only drunk on her face, not on her mind, her brain, or her mouth; she showed absolutely no signs of being drunk!

The three of them exchanged another glance, then looked at me, who was passed out drunk on the sofa. I kept muttering to myself: "Contract, contract!"

This young CEO Jiang must have been driven crazy by his family, right? His first trip out, and he's already on a mission?

"Alright, Mr. Shu, we've taken note of what you said today. Let's finalize this contract. We hope you'll keep your word regarding the rest!"

"Please rest assured, Mr. Zeng, everyone in the industry knows who I am!" Aunt Shu raised her glass again, filling it to the brim, and poured it down her throat!

By this time, I was so drunk that I couldn't see or hear what they were saying or doing.

I didn't even notice when they signed their names on the contract one by one.

After the party ended, the two managers, Fatty Su and Fatty Chen, helped me up, one on each side, and escorted us to the parking lot, where a designated driver was already waiting.

After they settled me in the back seat, I felt dizzy and disoriented, so I just lay down.

In my sleep, I felt my body was curled up very tightly and I felt uncomfortable. I propped myself up with my hands and moved my body directly towards my head.

Hmm? What did your hands touch?

Soft? Fleshy?

I was overjoyed: "A pillow!"

I have this sleeping habit; I need a pillow to sleep soundly.

But why was the pillow moved?

And in my dazed state, I heard a voice growling, "Lie down over there and don't move over here!"

Huh? Has the pillow come to life? It can talk now?

Why should I? You're just a pillow, don't you have any sense of responsibility as a pillow? Come here right now!

I was indignant and grabbed it tightly again, trying to shove it under my neck.

The pillow moved only a tiny bit and then stopped moving.

When did even my pillow become so heavy? If it won't come to me, can't I just go to it?

"Pillow, pillow, where do you think you're going?" I reached out again, gripped the pillow tightly, and placed my head on it.

So soft and smells delicious!

"Stop fucking moving around... and stay still, you damn pillow!"

I can't possibly cling to a pillow, can I? I gripped it tightly with both hands and then buried my face in it.

A sensation like a cotton ball came over my head.

"So comfortable! It's fucking comfortable. This pillow is so comfortable, when did I buy it?"

I kept talking nonsense, even drooling on the pillow without realizing it.

I had a very long dream.

I dreamt of the school campus, and of the scene where I and a few male classmates first called Aunt Luo.

"Hey, look, Aunt Luo is coming over."

"Watch out, she might come and beat you up. I've heard she's really fierce!"

"You, and all of you, why are you calling me 'Auntie'?" Auntie Luo was indeed fierce, pointing her finger at our noses and demanding an explanation!

How could I be threatened by a woman? I gently blocked her fingers.

"You're so big, don't you look like a wet nurse? Calling you Aunt Luo is a compliment, why are you being so fierce? Other girls would love to be in your shoes!"

The middle-aged woman's face flushed red, then turned pale, then red again. She stomped her foot, looking like she wanted to hit me, but knew she definitely couldn't win. She turned around angrily and went to the student council to complain to the student council leaders.

But how could she say it? Should she say that I said her...that thing was too big? Like a wet nurse?

I think the student council leaders present would definitely have their eyes light up, and while they might look embarrassed, deep down they would absolutely agree with my opinion!

So, as she approached the student council gate, she thought it over and over again, and angrily turned a corner and walked past it!

And so, this name quickly spread among us.

Eventually, she herself accepted and got used to it.

What was her real name again? After a semester, everyone had forgotten!

Then, I heard a woman's voice asking me, "Why do you call me Aunt Shu?"

My hands were still tightly clutching the pillow, so tightly that the pillow couldn't move at all.

"Why do I call you 'Auntie'? Don't you know the answer?"

"What do I know? How am I supposed to know what you mean by calling me that?"

I grinned broadly and raised my voice: "You, your breasts are so big, as big as a wet nurse's! Shouldn't we call you Aunt Shu?"

Then, I suddenly came to my senses.

Aunt Shu? Not Aunt Luo? What's going on? Because my head got wet from a bottle of mineral water, I shivered and barely managed to wake up.

Then, I scrambled to my feet and saw Aunt Shu, who had just poured water on my head. Her face was deathly pale, but with a hint of red, and her eyes showed a mixture of anger, rage, and a touch of embarrassment.

"Where am I? Where am I?" It took me a while to realize that we were in the company's underground parking garage, and we had just been in the car!