Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange Chapters 101-103

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Chapters 101-103
I sighed softly, “Didn’t we agree to stall him first and then discuss it when we got back?”

“But he didn’t give me a chance to stall. He said either I go with him now, or we go our separate ways and continue the fight. I…” My wife was about to cry again.
I quickly patted her back.

“He probably scouted the area beforehand. Seeing that I didn’t refuse directly, he made me go with him. It’s ridiculous that I even paid for the tea and snacks. I had to go with him to be molested. He took me to a corner where almost no one went by. At first, he touched me through my clothes, then he put his hand inside and made me take off my bra. Anyway, he licked and touched me both up and down. Later, he even wanted to have sex with me. I was smart enough to argue with him while using my hand to pull him out.” She laughed self-deprecatingly, but it was full of bitterness. “Do I still consider these things a big deal now?”

My wife sniffed after she finished speaking. Obviously, this forced experience made her very uncomfortable.

I listened to her story and stared at her for a long time.

"W-what's wrong?"

"Do you really think it's over?" I said, closing my eyes slightly.

"You think he'll change his mind?" My wife's eyes widened.

I shook my head. "You can't say for sure, but I have a feeling things aren't that simple. I hope I'm just overthinking it."

Originally, this was just a faint concern in my mind, but things seemed to be unfolding exactly as my jinx had predicted. The next day, my wife received another call from that man. He said there was a lot of resistance from my wife and that he wanted to meet to discuss further plans. My wife hung up the phone, looking at me with tears welling up in her eyes.

I comforted my wife, saying, "Listen to me, honey. I'll take you. Let him say what he has to say first. If it's the same old demands, don't agree to them on the spot. That kind of person is greedy. This time, you have to listen to me, understand?"

My wife nodded. While she was changing clothes, I opened the little gadget I got from Jiang Yufei yesterday and put it in a hidden compartment of her bag. I had already studied how to use it when I got home yesterday. The working principle is actually very simple: it's a small phone with no keypad, no handset, and it's always on call. I didn't tell my wife about it because I didn't want her to feel guilty.

Just like yesterday, I dropped her off at the mall and left, but I didn't go far. I found a nearby coffee shop, ordered a coffee, put on the earpiece, and connected to the device.

"Wow! Ms. Chen looks beautiful today. You look good in anything."

"Mr. Fang, what brings you here today?"

"Ms. Chen, your husband probably doesn't know what you're doing out here, right?"

"Uh...he's working overtime today, but I can't be home too late."

"Hehe, that's good." "

Mr. Fang, I don't have much time, so please be direct, okay?"

"Ms. Chen, well, I'll be frank then. It seems my wife isn't so easy to persuade."

"What do you mean?"

"My wife is quite assertive at home. She usually makes the decisions, big or small. Of course, I'm not completely useless, but I just feel that persuading her isn't an easy task. So I need Ms. Chen to pay a little more, to give me some more motivation."

Hearing his wife's heavy breathing through the earpiece, she was clearly trying her best to suppress her anger.

"Hehe, Teacher Chen is so charming even when she's angry."

"Mr. Fang, what we did yesterday has already wronged my husband. I only used my body as a sacrifice because I care about my career and the school's reputation, hoping you would be lenient. Why won't you let me go?"

"Teacher Chen, you're exaggerating. How can you say I won't let you go? I really... well, how should I put it? I guess I've had my fill of pleasure. I really didn't expect that the taste of a perfect wife like you, such an excellent teacher, would be so unforgettable. That's why I mustered the courage to ask you for another chance."

"But you..."

"Besides, yesterday was so rushed. I felt like Pigsy after eating the ginseng fruit—I didn't even get to taste it before it was over. I'm not satisfied."

My wife lowered her voice, and I had to turn the volume up to barely hear her. "But what did you say yesterday? You only said it was touching at first, but in the end I... I did that, what more do you want?"

I frowned. That? What? My wife confessed to me that she had masturbated, but her vague explanation has made me suspicious.

"Sigh, the environment was terrible, and I had to constantly be careful not to be seen. Yes, you were very cooperative yesterday, and I enjoyed it, but it was too rushed, and it was a waste of your natural beauty, Ms. Chen. So, my request today is to get a room so we can have a comfortable time together. If you're satisfied, I'll let you go home tonight, how about that?"

"You're shameless!" my wife hissed, her voice filled with resentment.

"Whether I'm shameless or not isn't important, what's important is whether you accept it," the man said indifferently, sounding incredibly irritating.

"I won't accept it!"

"Then all your efforts yesterday were wasted?"

"Even if it was wasted, I still won't accept your blackmail!"

The man hesitated for a while before saying, "If you don't accept it, I'll have to send this to your husband."

"What is this?"

"The audio I recorded yesterday, haha, didn't expect that, did you?"

"So you deliberately made me talk yesterday just to record my voice?"

"Yes, or besides your husband, I can also send it to the school, saying that you seduced me to quell this matter."

With a bang, the wife probably slammed her fist on the table in anger.

"Don't get so angry, hehe."

The wife's heavy breathing came again, and the two remained silent for a long time. It seemed that the wife was wavering again; she was weighing the pros and cons, or rather, thinking of an excuse to tell me.

"How can I be sure you're not playing me this time?" the wife asked in a low but resentful voice.

Seeing his wife's tone soften, the man was overjoyed, and this emotion was reflected in his voice. "No, no, this really is the last time. I'm afraid of pushing you too far and causing trouble, right?"

Hearing this, I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I downed the remaining half-cup of coffee and strode out of the shop towards the tea room where they had met.

"Hey, honey, what are you doing here?"

My wife turned around and was startled to see me. Of course, she knew I was nearby, but she didn't expect me to suddenly appear in front of her. Her unexpected reaction perfectly matched her statement that I had been working overtime and didn't know she was out today.

"Honey, you..."

"Is this gentleman your friend? He looks familiar." I said, feigning

nonchalance. The man looked a little embarrassed.

"Oh...right, we have met before, at the school gate. Is he Mr. Fang?" I said, patting my wife's shoulder.

My wife stood up instinctively, and I sat down in her seat. "Honey, Kiehl's upstairs is having a sale, why don't you go check it out?"

My wife stared at me blankly, somewhat at a loss. I glared at her, and she quickly fled.

"Uh... well, I was talking to Teacher Chen about some things today. After all, we all want to resolve things amicably. Since Teacher Chen is gone, I'll take my leave." The man said, standing up.

I slammed my hand heavily on the table, the loud bang attracting the attention of the surrounding customers, but I remained unmoved, adopting a cold expression as I said, "Sit down if you don't want to die."

The man's cheek twitched. Facing me, a man two sizes bigger than him, he completely lost the arrogance and smugness he had shown when facing my woman. Actually, I didn't dare do anything to him in such a public place. This wasn't the secluded environment I used to teach Da Gang a lesson. He was only temporarily intimidated by my imposing presence; he would eventually realize what was happening, so I needed to use my trump card early.

I took out my phone and played a clip of their conversation, mainly showing him speaking, omitting my wife's voice.

"You two conspired against me today?" the man glared at me.

"And you? What about your scheme against my wife?" My gaze must have been terrifying, because I saw his body recoil as I leaned forward.

Since I had recorded their conversation, it meant I knew what he had done to my wife yesterday. How could he not be terrified?

"I, I..."

"My wife doesn't know I recorded your conversation. I bet she doesn't know you've been so eager to talk to her about how to resolve this either, right?" "

What do you mean? You're going to send this recording to my wife? That would ruin her too." A glint of excitement flashed in the man's eyes, as if he was certain I would hesitate to act rashly.

"If you push me too far, try doing this and see if I do it."

"If you do this, your wife won't be able to stay at school!"

"Oh? Fine, I already disliked her job because she had to leave so early in the morning and didn't want her to do it anymore. Looks like I should thank you for your help? At worst, she can't make it in the education industry, but with her education and looks, where can't she start over? I can even support her if she stays home full-time. But what about you? If you're ruined, will your wife support you? Will you keep your job? No matter what you do, I will do my best to ruin your reputation, understand?"

The man pretended to be confident. "Hmph, I don't believe you can do it. Do you think your wife will agree?"

"Hehe, my wife being so beautiful is a problem. I have to deal with all sorts of bastards who want to harass her and take advantage of her, so I have a lot of experience dealing with beasts like you. Do you want to bet on whether I dare to do it or not?"

"You, what do you want me to do?" The man subconsciously gave in.

"Delete the recording you made yesterday, now, right now!"

The man reluctantly took out his phone, but before he could operate it, he looked up and asked me, "What about you? Delete it too."

I shook my finger at him, "No, no, no, I'll only delete mine after you've completely calmed things down."

"Why?!"

"Because of what I just said. I can afford to play this game, but you can't."

The man glared at me hatefully and deleted the voice file right in front of me.

"Don't let me find out you're playing tricks on me. If this recording comes out again, hmph." I sneered. "What you're worried about will happen. Once my wife is forced to leave school, you won't have a good life. Oh, right, as far as I know, your daughter has also made some false accusations against my wife. I don't know if she's just naturally bad or influenced by you. It seems that all three of you are worthless trash. Go back and tell your little bitch. If you don't want a bunch of tattooed, dyed-hair older brothers and sisters asking her to play after school, you'd better behave yourself. Since I can get my hands on this kind of thing..." I waved my phone. "Don't doubt my connections."

A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down the man's forehead. I knew my threat had worked.

"But, but what if my wife doesn't listen to me?"

"That's your problem. And what you should be concerned about now is what to do if your wife doesn't agree? What about your daughter?" As I said this, I stood up, not wanting to look at this bastard anymore, but then I remembered something else.

"Oh, right, and..."

The man stammered like a startled rabbit, "And, what else?"

I gave him a disdainful look. "Don't let women pay the bill in the future, you beast." With that, I strode away.

My wife wasn't so naive as to actually go shopping after I said that. She waited at a distance, and when she saw me come out, she hurried over and gave me an eager look.

I glared at her expressionlessly and walked straight towards the elevator.

"Honey, I..." My wife followed behind me anxiously.

"It's crowded here, let's talk about it downstairs." I interrupted her without even turning around.

My wife followed behind me with her head down like a child who had done something wrong. There were quite a few people waiting for the elevator, but everyone lined up patiently. I knew my expression must have been terrible, while my wife's beautiful face was clouded with worry. Our combination quickly attracted everyone's attention.

After we got to the underground parking garage, my wife followed closely behind me. Seeing that no one was around, she seized the opportunity to walk up to me and whispered, "Honey, how did it go?"

"It's resolved." I glanced at her and added, emphasizing, "This time it's really resolved."

A hint of joy flashed across my wife's face, but I glared at her and it vanished. "You, how did you resolve it?"

I stopped and looked at her coldly, saying, "Anyway, not with my body."

My wife was stunned. She hadn't expected me to say that. Shock, sadness, and even a hint of anger appeared on her face.

Ultimately, I couldn't bear it, and though my tone softened, I said firmly, "He threatened you, so I threatened him too. I said if he dared to leak the recording, I would ruin his reputation, destroy his family, and even kill his daughter."

My wife's body trembled; she clearly hadn't expected me to say such cruel things, but she immediately thought of a question, "A recording? How did you know there was a recording?"

I knew I had misspoke, and my mind raced for an explanation, but my face remained calm. "I forced him to tell me. Okay, let's talk about it when we get home."

Seeing that he wanted to continue asking questions, I had to interrupt. The drive home was about half an hour. I focused on driving without saying a word, thinking about how to give her a good talking-to when we got home. My wife's repeated self-righteousness and arbitrary decisions were really infuriating. I'm not a controlling husband, and I never intended to keep my wife firmly under my thumb; otherwise, I wouldn't have actively involved her in this kind of game. But what annoys me is that when it comes to matters concerning her safety, she always tries to solve things on her own, but without exception, she fails and ends up hurting herself. That was the time on the cruise ship, that time with Da Gang, and this time it's the same. I'm really angry, so I had a bad attitude the whole way home.

When we got home, I calmly changed my clothes and sat on the sofa. My wife didn't even dare to change her clothes; instead of sitting next to me as usual, she moved a chair and sat opposite me. Her pitiful, wronged wife look made me both angry and amused.

"Sigh." I began with a long sigh. "Didn't we agree to come back and discuss things first? Why do you always act on your own? What conditions did he offer you before I came?"

"He...he wanted me to go to a hotel with him," my wife answered softly, her head bowed.

"Overnight?" I knew the answer, but I asked deliberately to hide my eavesdropping.

My wife shook her head. "No, a short-stay room. He wants me to come back tonight."

"Would you have agreed if I hadn't shown up?"

My wife was silent for a moment, then shook her head, but she didn't seem resolute.

"No, you would have agreed. Even if you had come back with me at first, you would have found an excuse to go out again, using your body to feed that perpetually hungry wolf." I stared intently at her.

My wife lowered her head even further.

"Why? Why would you rather believe a dog can change its nature than believe your husband can help you?"

"I...I just don't want you to worry too much about me," my wife cried.

But her tender words enraged me. My voice suddenly rose, "Don't forget I'm your husband! If I don't worry about you, who else should I worry about?! If you don't want me to worry, then do something worthwhile! Just because you're attractive doesn't mean you can handle everything! Yes, we don't consider physical health a big deal these days, but that doesn't mean you can use your body to satisfy others and pay for it! Yet you've done this again and again. Are you a little stupid?!"

My wife stood up abruptly, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, I'm stupid. Everyone said I was pretty when I was little. Do you know how happy and proud I was? But when I grew up, I realized that so-called beauty is..." I've gotten myself into so much trouble, every man wants to bite me. All I can do is keep hiding and running away. Do you know how tired I am? I have a husband who loves me. You said you'd be willing to clear everything for me, but can I really just watch you fight and kill for me? You're my support in this life. I can't bear the price of losing you. So many times I've dreamt that you've injured or even killed people to protect me. I can't do anything. I can only cry and call your name. Do you know how much my heart aches? I'm a weak woman. I have nothing but this pretty face. I want to do something, but what can I do? What am I supposed to do?!" After saying this, she jumped up and down like a child and burst into tears.

This was the second time my wife had talked back to me in just two days, but her helpless words pierced my heart. I got up and hugged her tightly as she sobbed uncontrollably. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you so condescendingly. It was my fault. Honey, don't cry."

At first, my wife struggled to resist my embrace, but then she clung tightly to my neck, her tears and snot smearing my face. It took me a long time to finally manage to calm her down.

"We're husband and wife, we should support each other. Besides, when have you ever solved problems with your husband by fighting?"

My wife sat on my lap with her arms around my neck. I gently patted her back with one hand and gently stroked her smooth thigh with the other.

"But, but you really scared me when you beat Da Gang up like that last time. I was terrified for a whole week after I came back, afraid that the police would come knocking on my door and take you away." My wife sobbed, struggling to say these words.

"Silly girl." I gently patted her soft, plump bottom. "I don't fight unprepared battles. I only taught that bastard a lesson because I knew he wouldn't dare call the police. Besides, you hid it quite well during that time; I didn't even notice how nervous you were."

"That's why I said I was also very tired." She pouted, about to cry again.

I looked up and gently pecked her lips. "I'm not angry because you gave your body to those men, but because you were in pain while giving it. Such giving is pointless."

"I know, I really know." My wife nodded vigorously.

"Alright, the National Day holiday is in a few days. I thought about it, now that this matter is resolved, why don't we accept Sister Jin's invitation to go on a trip? Just to relax, what do you think?"

My wife took a deep breath, calming her still sobbing, and nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
My wife thought for a moment and then asked, "By the way, honey, how did that guy get to listen to you? What did you use to threaten him?"

“Oh, I induced him to say some things that were bad for him and recorded them. I said if he didn’t delete the recordings, I would send them to his wife and his workplace. And his daughter isn’t a good person either, making those baseless accusations against you. I said I would find some gangsters to wait for her at the school gate after school so they could hang out together. He must be doing everything he can to stop his wife from continuing. I told you I wouldn’t do anything reckless. This is more painful for him than beating him half to death, isn’t it?”

My wife finally smiled and gave me a deep kiss on the lips, saying, “My husband is so smart.”

But I suddenly became serious and asked, “Was everything you said yesterday the truth?”

My wife’s smile vanished, and she jumped off my lap, nervously saying, “I, I told you the truth. The whole thing was exactly as I told you yesterday. If anything he said was different from what I said, he was lying to you.”

I composed myself and smiled at her, saying, “Okay, of course I believe you.”

My wife looked relieved.

“That whole family is scum. I think it’s too easy on them now. Are you on good terms with that girl’s homeroom teacher?”

“She’s the girl next to me at the school gate the other day, her surname is Su. We’re pretty good friends. Forget it, honey, let’s not cause any trouble. Just pretend I was bitten by a dog. Are you going to kill the dog, drag it back, and cook it?”

“Teacher Su? I think I remember her. Right! Looks like I need to find a way to teach that scum a lesson by working on her.” A smug smile crept onto my lips.

“Honey, what are you planning to do?” my wife asked, a little uneasy.

“I just have an idea, but I haven’t thought of anything specific yet. I’d like to invite Teacher Su out for a meal sometime, so we can get to know each other.”

My wife felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at my strange smile.

As I expected, the matter was resolved satisfactorily before the school's National Day holiday. The student's parents accepted the school's compensation and withdrew all other demands. My wife returned to her original job, and Fang Mengqi, the girl who had stayed in the hospital for a few days, also returned to school. The principal was greatly relieved. This sudden crisis ended so inexplicably, at least that's what outsiders thought. Only we, the parties involved, know the truth of the matter.

My career path received a major boost because of Shi Mengyun's appearance. Before the holiday, I quickly handled all the handover matters at my original company, and I could go directly to the new company after the holiday. My direct supervisor was none other than Shi Mengyun, with whom I had an ambiguous relationship. Just thinking about it makes me laugh out loud. Fate's arrangements are truly interesting; sometimes even the most daring screenwriters or writers wouldn't dare to write something like this.

My wife is a bit of a simpleton; any sad thing can't stay in her heart for more than three days. The only good thing is that people like that are sure to live to be a hundred.

Our lives took a turn almost three months ago after our trip to Ningbo, venturing onto a path we never imagined. We have no idea what this path will lead to, just as we have no idea what the end of the main road many people follow in life will lead to. On this path, we've experienced some setbacks: the crisis on the cruise ship, the crisis at the wedding in the countryside, the crisis of my wife's unexpected pregnancy, and now this crisis.

I dare not say whether we would have encountered these things if we hadn't gone through that trip to Ningbo. Perhaps we would. Fate is fair to everyone; an unexpected turn of events might alter a person's life path, bringing them many extra rewards, but who knows if another crisis awaits to reclaim those rewards?

I find it hard to imagine whether my wife would have scoffed and turned away when she encountered two young men on the cruise ship, or whether she would have succumbed to temptation and succumbed to them. If it was the latter, would we still be able to face and handle this situation calmly?

And then there's Da Gang. If his wife were still the same woman, how would she respond to his threats? But then again, if that incident hadn't happened, Da Gang might not have had the video to threaten her. Whether he would have used other methods remains to be seen.

Thinking about these causes and consequences is a headache, but lately I can't help but think about them. I don't know why I've been asking myself so many "what ifs" and "whys" lately. Is it some kind of destiny that's about to happen? And has a part of my consciousness quietly awakened and begun to face the impending changes?

My wife has returned to her teaching work. She, the school, and the girl's family—all three parties involved—have remained silent about what happened before the holiday, as if it never occurred. To outsiders, the biggest beneficiary is undoubtedly the student's family. Although the school hasn't offered any substantial compensation, it can't hide the fact that they've gained a large sum. My wife is undoubtedly the biggest victim, accused, harassed, even on the verge of being fired, and subjected to humiliations that are unspeakable to outsiders.

And me? I've been working at the new company for a while now, and the initial chaos has gradually subsided. Things are getting back on track, and my wife and I have tacitly maintained a normal married life. Our busy work schedules have kept us from bringing up those taboo but exciting topics.

That day, I received a call from my wife before leaving work.

"Honey."

"What's up, honey?"

"Uh... I might be home late today. You can eat by yourself."

My alarm bells went off. "What's wrong? What happened again?"

"Ah, no, no, don't worry, a colleague invited me to dinner, there are several people."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, okay, then go ahead. Send me the address when you're almost done and I'll pick you up. " "

No need, I'll just take a taxi home. It's not far."

"Why are you being so polite with your husband? I'll pick you up."

"Really, no need. I see you've been working hard lately. You should rest at home. I'm not a kid anymore, I can't keep troubling you."

I argued with her a few more times, but finally, I couldn't persuade her otherwise and agreed to let her go home by herself.

I grabbed a quick bite outside and went home. When I'm home alone, I almost never watch TV except for sporting events. My wife, on the other hand, is always engrossed in variety shows and what I consider lowbrow dramas.

I changed into some casual clothes—basically pajamas and slippers—and went into my little haven—the study. I still prefer to browse the internet for things that interest me.

I glanced at the wall clock; it was 7:40 PM. Knowing my wife had dinner with friends, I figured I'd contact her if she wasn't home by 8:30 or if I hadn't heard from her.

I habitually opened Outlook after turning on my computer. Because of work, I frequently need to check emails, so whether at home or at the office, checking my emails is the first thing I do after turning on my computer—it's become a habit.

Almost all my public and private email accounts are set up in Outlook, except for QQ Mail. Over time, that mailbox became increasingly cluttered with spam, to the point that I became too lazy to clean it up and eventually stopped using it altogether.

However, when I logged on today, I found a notification in my QQ Mail account lit up in the lower right corner of the screen. Based on my email blocking settings, this meant it wasn't spam. I hadn't seen any email notifications from this address in a long time, but this was the second time recently. I frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then moved my mouse cursor there.

Sure enough, it was another video file! Why did I say "again"?

The sender's name was a strange English name—Tartarus. It was a bit difficult to pronounce, completely different from the catchy names like John, Jack, Rose, and Mary used in many companies. It sounded like a Greek name. I checked on Baidu, and sure enough, it was Tartarus, the Greek god of the underworld. This gave me a bad feeling.

Looking at the email content, it was a video, a single file, nearly 2GB in size, about 40 minutes long. It seemed to be a high-definition video. With a nervous heart, I clicked on the video file.

The video started playing with a soft thud, like a door closing. The camera was positioned directly above a bed, at a low angle, almost at the same height, but the situation on the bed was clearly visible. Two people were lying on the bed, seemingly a man and a woman, both completely naked. The woman's legs were bent, obscuring her upper body; her legs were long and slender, indicating a woman with a good figure. The man beside her was slightly overweight, leaning to the side and whispering something to the woman, but his voice was too soft to hear. His large buttocks also obscured his upper body.

I was confused. Someone had sent me this video, so it must be related to me, but who were these two people whose identities were currently unknown? The man was definitely not me, so who was the woman? I knew the answer would come as the video progressed, but I couldn't help scratching my head in frustration.
Wait! A sudden realization struck me. The bed, the walls, the furnishings in the room—everything felt familiar. I was certain I had seen this place before, or even been there.

Before I could even process my guess, the woman on the bed moved. She slowly sat up, and just as I was about to get a clear look at her face, the man beside her placed his large hand on her ample breasts. With a soft cry, she was pushed back down. Though it was only for a moment, I felt a jolt run through me because I recognized her—it was my wife.

Like a tightly wrapped package, once the sturdy packaging was torn open even slightly, the unpacking process was exhilarating. The truth was just like that. Fragments of memories from the video instantly surfaced and connected.

I had indeed been to that room almost two months ago. The woman on the bed was my wife, and I recognized the man beside her too. It was the second night of the *** party in Lin'an. My wife and Bai Yuyang were paired together. I even remembered the sound at the beginning of the video—wasn't that the sound of me closing the door and leaving?

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