Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange, Chapter 5

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The fifth
promotional event used the hotel's largest conference room, with all the partitions removed to accommodate thirty or forty tables. The entire event was quite simple: the organizer gave a speech, followed by speeches from the guests, and then the main program began. Essentially, thirty or forty overseas hotels and service providers each set up a table with brochures and souvenirs. We were like job applicants, sitting down at exhibitors we liked, exchanging contact information, and then moving on to the next one with their brochures and souvenirs.

I mainly approached budget European hotel suppliers; at least half of their booths were like that. Since I wasn't in a rush, I sat down and talked to them one by one.

My English level, honed through years of working with overseas suppliers via email (though only passing the CET-4 in college), is certainly not as good as my wife's—a high school English teacher with a bachelor's degree in English and a high score on the TEM-8—but I handled the situation with ease.

Time flew by. When my briefcase was nearly overflowing with exhibitors' brochures, I glanced at my watch—two and a half hours had passed. I counted less than ten exhibitors left to visit, and thinking there was still half a day tomorrow, I decided to decline the organizer's dinner invitation and head out to find my wife.

It was already 5 PM, and the bustling hotel lobby had quieted down. I exited the elevator and headed straight for the entrance. In the distance, I saw someone who looked like my wife; she had come directly to the hotel after shopping. A warmth filled my heart, and I quickened my pace. However, I noticed a man with her—an older-looking man. He was

fawning over my wife, bowing and scraping as if trying to get rid of him. My wife seemed impatient, pacing back and forth as if trying to escape him. This made me less eager to find her. After all, this was a five-star hotel lobby; what bad guy could possibly be there? So, I walked behind a pillar, pretending to look at my phone while glancing towards my wife.

The older man was like a persistent leech, clinging to my beautiful wife with a grin, but he didn't make any further moves. After watching for a while, I got bored and prepared to step in and end the situation.

Seeing me approach with my briefcase, my wife's face lit up with a smile. Ignoring the older man beside her, she rushed towards me, throwing herself into my arms after a couple of steps. I pretended not to have seen what had just happened, but only stole a glance at the older man during the hug. He was nearly fifty years old, wearing a suit, but with a satchel slung under his arm. His sparse hair was combed to one side, and he exuded a greasy air. I knew he wasn't my wife's type at all.

Seeing us being so affectionate, the older man knew the main character had arrived. He gave my wife's retreating figure one last reluctant look before walking away sheepishly.

"Have you been waiting for me long?" I asked with a smile.

"Not really," my wife said, glancing towards the door.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?" I asked deliberately.

"It's nothing, I was just bothered by some annoying guy, thank goodness you came," my wife said, annoyed.

"Look at you, such a pretty flower attracts attention wherever she goes."

*Smack!* My wife gave me a hard slap. Because I was wearing thin summer clothes, the slap was quite loud in the spacious, enclosed hotel lobby, startling her. Without caring if anyone heard, she grabbed my hand and ran out.

Following a recommendation from a mobile app, we found a famous local seafood restaurant and ordered a table full of various seafood.

"Wow, are you trying to fatten your wife up like a pig?" my wife said, her mouth watering at the sight of the food, but her words betrayed her true feelings.

"I told you, I love you for who you are. Besides, even if you become as fat as a pig, you'll still be a beautiful little sow,"

my wife said, giving me a reproachful glare, but her eyes were full of love. Looking into her eyes, I realized I was smitten.

My wife kept saying she was worried about gaining weight, but she was devouring dishes with ruthless efficiency.

"Eat slowly, where's your elegance?" I said, like an elder lecturing a younger person, but my heart was warmed.

"Am I eating badly?"

"If you don't believe me, get a mirror and look at yourself."

"Fine, I'll look. I haven't looked in a mirror all day, and I kind of miss that fairy sister in those movies." My wife said absentmindedly, actually opening her purse and touching a mirror.

I made a gagging gesture.

My wife pulled a bunch of things out of her purse and placed them on the table. One item caught my attention: a card, or rather, a business card.

I picked it up and saw an address in Henan Province, with the heading "Wangfa Feed Sales Co., Ltd." The cardholder's name was Zhou Wangfa.

Seeing me staring at the card, my wife tensed up. My intuition told me that the card belonged to that old man, but my wife clearly disliked him, so why did she keep his card?

"Whose business card is this?" I asked casually.

My wife hesitated for a while before saying, "Isn't it that annoying guy I told you about?"

"What did he do to you?"

"Nothing much. What could he do in public? I went to the hotel to wait for you beforehand, and he somehow wandered up to me. I didn't think much of it, but then he started chatting with me, saying he was from Henan attending some e-commerce supplier conference and was a boss. When I ignored him, he stopped talking and went to make a phone call. After saying hello a few times, he came back to me, saying he was making a very important call worth millions, but his phone was broken and he wanted to borrow mine. Of course, I refused, but he kept pestering me and begging me, so I lent it to him on a whim."

"That's it," I said.

"Huh? What's it?" my wife asked in surprise.

"He has your number. The broken phone was just an excuse; his real purpose was to get your number."

"No wonder, he..." My wife stopped halfway through her sentence.

My curiosity was piqued, and I hurriedly asked, "No wonder what? Did he say or do something to you?"

"Oh, nothing, just some silly talk," my wife said, her eyes darting around.

"Xin Yue,"

my wife looked at me suspiciously, not understanding why I wasn't calling her "wife" as usual, but by her name.

"I want you to be happy, and for that I'm willing to break all traditional etiquette. We can even talk about taboo topics like threesomes and sex. What can't we say? Besides, you didn't do anything. You just met a boring man. It's not your fault. Hiding it like this is like you're preventing me from covering for him."

"I didn't," my wife cried.

I quickly put on a playful expression and said, "Look, you're getting anxious again. Your husband is just guiding you to let go of all your burdens and enjoy happiness. Let's start by talking about this boring old man, okay?"

My wife hesitated for a moment, then continued, "After he gave me back the phone, he started pestering me with lewd things, saying that I'm pretty and have a good figure, and that he wants to do 'that' with me."

"Wife, let go of your burdens," I gestured to her.

My wife glanced at me, took a deep breath, and continued as if making a momentous decision: "He said he wanted to sleep with me and asked me to name my price. I told him I was married, my husband was in a meeting inside, and he'd be out soon. He said it didn't matter, he wasn't there to break up my family, he just wanted to pay for some fun, saying that a respectable young woman like me was a rare find. When I ignored him, he offered me 10,000 yuan, just once, at that hotel, he'd pay for the room. Of course, I ignored him. He kept pestering me, raising the price to 20,000 yuan. Of course, I still ignored him. By the time you showed up, he'd raised it to 30,000 yuan. I guess he slipped the business card into my bag while he was harassing me."

After saying this, my wife's face was as red as a ripe apple. She picked up the glass on the table and drank most of it of plum juice.

I was silent for a moment before saying, "Wife, do you know what I'm thinking?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I feel that as your husband, I have no right to interfere with your sexual partners."

"What did you say?" My wife's eyes widened.

"Don't rush, listen to me. Many couples end up divorcing because one partner cheats, either emotionally or physically. They do this because their partner absolutely forbids it. Some people just succumb to temptation and do things that seem like betrayal, and they might regret it afterward, but the price they pay is the breakdown of their family. I think that punishment is too harsh, like a thief who steals a wallet being executed. In other words, if both partners are open-minded about sex and allow each other to seek pleasure while remaining honest, as long as your heart is still with your partner, I think it's not necessarily a bad thing. After all, the body is just a tool for bringing pleasure."

My words were quite shocking, but my wife, who had recently been listening to my outrageous pronouncements, remained unusually calm. Seeing that she was still processing my words, I casually checked my phone to see if there were any messages on WeChat or QQ. There were a few from Xiaobai.

"Big brother, are you there?"

"Hello big brother, I'm so excited to see your message. I'm free this weekend, just tell me the address then. I'm so excited, I really want to know what your wife looks like."

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