My first love was a flight attendant, we met in college, and we spent four years together. The year I graduated, I failed my postgraduate entrance exam and prepared for a second attempt. She went through her family’s connections to interview for a flight attendant position, claiming it was due to family influence. I bought her a high-speed train ticket to Beijing, booked a nearby hotel for her interview, and saw her off at the train station. She even drew hearts on the train window—truly innocent-looking. After she passed the interview and officially started working, she would still call me and share some interesting things, but her words became noticeably fewer. I kept attending classes and studying, but I called her every day. Sometimes, when she was flying, I’d leave a message wishing her a safe takeoff and landing. Every week, I sent her favorite snacks. That year during the New Year, she had to work and couldn’t go home. I went to Beijing specifically to spend the New Year with her. She seemed more refined, but I felt something unspeakable. Over two months later, she had some time off and came home to meet me. I noticed a clear change: she started smoking, her makeup became heavier, and she spoke more coldly. Later, due to some family reasons, I stopped preparing for the postgraduate exam and found a job in Guangdong. I moved there because she once said she liked the south and that I could transfer later. I helped her prepare for her flights every day. A few months later, I visited her in Beijing and found she had completely changed. During dinner, she was unabashedly making phone calls—she said it was a call from a first-class passenger trying to contact her through a friend, wanting to connect, which she refused. She also said some perverted passengers wanted to buy her worn stockings, among other things. I also discovered she had been claiming to be single to others. I didn’t understand what all this meant, but I felt our relationship was almost over. A few months after returning, the inevitable breakup finally happened—this time, she was the one to say it. Sigh, how can I put it? I watched her transform from a naive girl into a woman full of worldly airs, so completely. I’ve always wondered what changed her. Half a year later, I started my own business. Luckily, things went smoothly, and I soon earned my first big sum of money, earning the nickname “boss” from many. At that time, I still hoped she would come back. Then came the classic money borrowing scene—just a few thousand or ten thousand each time, totaling about fifty thousand. Finally, she showed up at my company, crossing her legs, smoking a cigarette, and told me she couldn’t repay the short-term loan for now. Honestly, I no longer needed that small amount of money, but her attitude completely destroyed my last bit of goodwill. Over a year later, she suddenly came back and repaid all the money. I politely took her out to eat. During the meal, she asked me to lend her 200,000, saying that her company was selling some financial products with high returns after one year. I listened quietly as she finished explaining, then politely declined and paid the bill. A week later, she flew to my city again on a flight, saying she wanted to meet up. I went to pick her up. That day, she wore light makeup, which I liked, and I felt like I did when I first met her. During dinner, after a few drinks, she asked me to walk with her because she didn’t want to go back to her hotel anymore. Then, the scene everyone is familiar with unfolded. After intimacy, she tightly hugged me. I thought she wanted to reconcile, my heart pounding fast. But she said the company’s bond was a good opportunity she didn’t want to miss, and she just needed 20,000 to help her. In that moment, I snapped out of it. I thought her tenderness was a sign of reconciliation, but it turned out everything was just business. After a moment of silence, I said I’d think about it. She immediately let go and silently played with her phone. I felt a bit upset and said I’d transfer her 5,000 as a deposit. Officer, that’s the situation. I’ve already explained why she was wearing her flight attendant uniform and why I transferred her 5,000.