First, this is not a novel but a story. A story is something that happened in the past.
Second, this story happened a year ago.
Third, due to various reasons, I can only use pseudonyms for all characters.
Fourth, this is not an erotic story.
Fifth, because it's a story written for everyone to read, I will try not to use the rhetorical devices of novels, so it may seem rough.
Every night, what gets wet isn't the sheet but the pillow; every time we make love, it's not the body that suffers but the soul.
I dedicate this story to your spirit in heaven.
— Fang Dong
A year ago.
I was attending a meeting in the office building of a certain state-owned group company on Changyang Road in Shanghai when I received a text message.
Sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Fang Dong, male, 25 years old, engaged in external public relations work within the group.
In the middle of the meeting, my phone vibrated in my pants. After checking the text message, I saw the following content: "Where are you? I'll come find you." It was from an unfamiliar number, obviously someone I didn't know. I replied: "Who are you?" Five minutes later, the other party replied: "It doesn't matter who I am, are you Nuannuan?" Frowning, I replied: "You've sent it to the wrong person, there's no such person." He immediately replied: "Shit, don't mess with me, aren't you just someone who sells themselves?"
Since I was in a meeting, I couldn't lose my temper, so I simply turned off my phone, thinking about where this lunatic came from. But I never would have guessed that this single text message would completely disrupt my daily routine and lead to six months of emotional entanglement akin to a nightmare. I imagine most people receiving such a harassing text message would have the same thoughts as me. Although mistaken messages like this are very common, receiving a text message with such content still left me quite upset.
Fifteen minutes later, another unfamiliar number vibrated, this time it was a call. I glanced at the leader who was speaking, cleared my throat, and quietly answered the phone. "Hello, who is this?"
The other end was very noisy, apparently outside. The other party didn't speak. I thought, here's another lunatic, just preparing to hang up when the other party spoke.
"Is this phone number 13816XXXXX?"
"That's correct, who are you?"
"I'm looking for Nannan," the other party said in Shanghainese.
Baffled, I said, "You must have dialed the wrong number, there's no such person."
The other party fell silent again, after a while saying, "Oh, sorry, I guess I dialed the wrong number."
I thought, what bad luck, why do people keep dialing the wrong number today? But just after hanging up, the phone started vibrating again. My anger flared up, damn it, who is this? I walked out of the meeting room into the corridor and pressed the talk button. Before I could speak, the other party said,
"Hey, I'm still a student, can you give me a discount? How about 500?"
But then I thought, if I offended someone, they wouldn't harass me in such a way.
So I directly asked him, "Friend, how did you get this number?"
The other party hesitated and said, "What, you're a guy?"
I quickly responded, "My voice sounds more masculine. Haha." "Oh, I see."
I immediately asked, "How did you get this number?"
The other party said, "Isn't it posted online? 800 per session, extra charge for all-night."
I continued to deceive him, "I've posted in many places, where did you see it?"
The other party said, "I saw it on the XXX forum, so I contacted you right away, I'm in Shanghai, hey..."
I had already noted down that website, and after hanging up, I began to piece together some clues.
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