Deeply Adapted from a Heartbreaking Novel about Surrogacy Contracts - Part 1

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Foreword:
This is a heart-wrenching novel containing elements of emotional torture, eavesdropping, and voyeurism—"mildly perverse" elements. If you find this disturbing, please understand. If you wish to continue reading, please read patiently for twelve minutes before deciding whether to stay or leave.
The story begins:
Two years have passed. Although I've moved on, the past remains vivid in my mind. Dear readers, please allow me to recount it...
A page full of absurd words,
a handful of bitter tears.
Everyone says the author is foolish,
but who understands the true meaning!
My thoughts return to two years ago...
My wife, Hu Xinxin, was just 26 years old then. A traditional woman raised in a traditional family, both her parents were teachers. Under their influence, she was well-educated, humble, and clearly a cultured woman. She had a shapely figure, a slender waist and full hips—a standard Eastern beauty. Back then, it took me a lot of effort to win her over. Her only slight drawback—or rather, not a drawback—was that she was somewhat quiet, not fond of crowds, and didn't easily share her grievances with others.
My wife and I both work for the same state-owned enterprise. Our child is currently attending kindergarten locally. For a better future for our child, my wife started planning to buy a house in a school district of a municipality in northern China. After more than a month of online searching and on-site visits, we finally chose Vanke XX Primary School, a branch of a key primary school in the city. It's ideal because primary and middle school are combined, allowing for nine years of schooling. However, when we rushed to the development, we learned that registration had already begun before the third phase even opened. There were so many people there that day that the 80-square-meter apartments, priced around 3.6 million yuan, were sold out in less than 10 minutes after the opening. When it was our turn, only the larger 130-square-meter apartments on either side were left, but they cost nearly 6 million yuan – a very high price. Many locals also considered it too expensive, making the smaller apartments very sought after. We only have about 3 million yuan at most. Before coming here, we planned to take out a loan to buy a small apartment, but they're all sold out now. We were very disappointed. However, after secretly giving 3,000 yuan to the sales manager, he said that the fourth phase would be launched in about a year. It's still just internal information and hasn't been announced yet. Since we're so eager to buy, he'll reserve one for us. Judging from the current situation, the total price for an 80-square-meter apartment should be between 3.6 million and 3.7 million yuan. It won't increase too much, but we'll have to pay in full after a year. He made a note of us and said he would definitely notify us in advance to pay in full before the launch. We could also choose our apartments first, and he would handle the paperwork, so we wouldn't have to squeeze in with so many people and could choose a suitable apartment. We were very happy; we finally saw hope. But after returning home, we started to worry. We need 600,000 yuan a year. Where are we going to earn that 600,000 yuan? We only earn about 200,000 yuan a year. Where are we going to get the remaining 400,000 yuan?
For the next few months, my wife was constantly frowning, and we both felt a lot of pressure. It was only then that we truly realized the benefits of having money. Hu Xinxin also mentioned this to her colleagues and best friends. She wanted to borrow some money, but everyone was buying houses, and no one could come up with the funds. One day, while we were having lunch, she hesitantly began to speak:
"I heard that there are surrogacy agencies in the city that specialize in finding suitable surrogate partners for wealthy people. The price for surrogacy is very high, hundreds of thousands of yuan, and it's very confidential; no one else knows."
I said, "How can that be? We don't need this house; it doesn't matter where we go. Why do we have to go there?"
At this point, my wife's eyes sparkled: "I don't want to either, but we have no choice. It's all for the child. Besides, let's go to the agency first. It's not like we absolutely have to do this. If it doesn't work out, we can just give up."
"Okay."
...
Over the weekend, we drove to the agency to check it out. The company was on the 10th floor of a luxury office building. A large business license was hanging on the wall in the lobby. The name was XX Human Resources Development Company, and its business scope included talent agency, labor export, etc. The staff were all dressed in professional attire, bustling about in the offices, creating a busy scene…
We were greeted by a Ms. Wang, probably in her forties, who was very approachable. She spoke with us, first having us sign a confidentiality agreement, then briefly inquiring about our basic situation and the requirements for the couple seeking surrogacy. She then took Hu Xinxin to fill out a bunch of forms. While seeing us out to wait for the elevator, Ms. Wang said that this wasn't guaranteed to work out, with only a 30% chance of success. If both parties were destined to succeed, they would first need to sign a surrogacy agreement. This agreement was a standardized format reviewed by a team of lawyers, and it would only be effective with the signatures of all three parties. Finally, Ms. Wang instructed my wife to avoid heavy makeup in the photos sent to their company for archiving, suggesting light makeup or no makeup at all…
After returning home, we were very anxious, sometimes wanting to do it, sometimes not, feeling conflicted. About a week later, Hu Xinxin received a call from Ms. Wang, the agent, saying that several couples were interested and it would be best to meet that weekend. Ms. Wang would arrange interviews on the same day to save everyone's time.
At the appointed time, we went to the agency together. The first couple arranged by Ms. Wang was a man who looked like a construction foreman. He had a big belly, a thick gold chain around his neck, and his eyes were lecherously staring at Hu Xinxin. His wife was rolling her eyes in exasperation. We knew this wouldn't work, so we only talked for five minutes before turning them down.
The second couple wasn't a couple, but a divorced man in his late 50s who seemed quite refined, at least better than the first couple. However, he insisted on talking to Hu Xinxin alone, making him seem like he was looking for a mistress. So we only talked for a few minutes before turning them down. The man was persistent, saying he'd pay 600,000 or even 1 million, that he just liked Hu Xinxin's type, etc., but we still refused.
After seeing two couples, we were quite disappointed. What kind of people were they? If it didn't work out, we could just forget about it and figure out the money later…
Ms. Wang said it was all voluntary on both sides, and she often saw situations like ours. She continued,
“Why don’t you keep looking? These things are just a matter of luck. The third couple is already here, this is the last one. If it still doesn’t work out, we won’t lose anything.”
We considered it and agreed…
The third couple came in. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, around 41 or 42 years old, wearing casual clothes. He looked more refined than the previous couple, with a large nose, a bright red tip, a wide mouth, and a protruding belly—clearly a well-off family. However, his name was rather rustic: Wen Liangui. The woman’s surname was Deng, and her name was Deng Zefang. She also looked to be around 40 years old. Both of them seemed more approachable than the previous couple. After sitting down, they introduced themselves briefly. Ms. Deng spoke first…
"Wen and I were classmates in high school, and later we both went to university in Tianjin. After graduation, we got married. My husband is the general manager of XX Investment Company, and I used to be a doctor at the city's maternity hospital. I got pregnant a year after we got married, but I accidentally miscarried while rescuing another pregnant woman. I had several more miscarriages after that. As an obstetrician, I knew I couldn't have children anymore, but Wen never gave up. Over the years, he took me everywhere seeking medical treatment, to Beijing, Shanghai, and even the United States, but nothing worked. My husband and I had given up. A few days ago, a friend told us about this surrogacy agency, saying they found a surrogate here, so we decided to give it a try. My husband saw Hu Xinxin's photo and felt a connection with her, thinking she would be a suitable candidate," Ms. Deng continued. "I've helped so many pregnant women, but I haven't received any good reward myself. I hope you can give us a chance." She choked up as she spoke, her eyes glistening...
Wen Liangui comforted Ms. Deng...
Hu Xinxin and I exchanged a glance, and from each other's eyes, we could tell we were both satisfied. Then Ms. Wang, the agent, came over with an agreement that the agency had already signed and stamped. I thought about it and said, "Everyone needs to calm down and think it over again. Don't act impulsively..."
Both parties went home. We considered that the couple seemed decent, especially Ms. Deng, who spoke softly and seemed very gentle; she seemed like someone we could trust. However, there was always something unsettling about Wen Liangui. Although he looked somewhat familiar, I was still a little uneasy. These past few days, I've looked up Wen Liangui's company online. His photo is on the website, but it's from a few years ago; he looks older now. The company news mentioned the municipal government commending Wen Liangui for his continuous donations to impoverished students in mountainous areas, and included photos of him receiving awards. I figured Wen Liangui seemed like a good person. A few days later, Hu Xinxin received a call from Ms. Deng, saying that if she had made up her mind, she could come to their house on Sunday morning to sign the agreement. She then sent me their address and photos of their house. I saw it was a villa, and the address wasn't far from my house.
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. We talked for a long time. The couple didn't seem like bad people, and Hu Xinxin said that she would just have to endure it for the sake of the child. I was very touched.
I looked up and it was already 7 o'clock. Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I drove my wife to the villa early in the morning. We arrived at the villa area gate around 8 o'clock in the morning. After contacting the couple, the security guard opened the gate, and we drove to the villa of Ms. Wen Liangui and Ms. Deng.
Ms. Deng was already waiting at the door. She was incredibly welcoming, treating us like family, asking about our well-being, and offering tea and water, making us feel quite embarrassed. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Ms. Deng took out the agreement and placed it on the table, saying she wanted us to take a look. Hu Xinxin said, "Let me see it. I've already seen the template for the agreement before. It was prepared by a lawyer, with a rigorous structure that fully protects the privacy, safety, and expenses of both parties, etc. However, the last clause was an additional clause, which was blank in the template. This agreement added three clauses:
1) From the date of signing this agreement, Hu Xinxin shall live with Wen Liangui and Deng Zefang until Hu Xinxin gives birth normally. During this period, Wen Liangui and Deng Zefang shall be responsible for Hu Xinxin's food, daily life, medical care, and personal safety.
2) I will visit Hu Xinxin every Sunday morning at 9:00 AM for two hours. At other times, without the permission of Wen Liangui and Deng Zefang, I am not allowed to contact Hu Xinxin privately. If discovered, I will be fined 50,000 yuan each time.
3) If Hu Xinxin gives birth to a son, an additional 200,000 yuan will be added, totaling 800,000 yuan.
After reading this, I was a little confused.
"Isn't surrogacy usually done through IVF? Why would she be living in your house and not allowed to have much contact? Why is that?"
Ms. Deng explained,
"I used to work in obstetrics and gynecology, so I know a bit about IVF. Although IVF is a common practice, it also has risks. To improve the survival rate, ovulation-inducing injections are needed, which is especially bad for a woman's health and can easily cause premature ovarian failure. If you want a second child in the future, I'm afraid… So it's really not as good as natural conception, especially conceiving during orgasm is ideal."
"…" My wife didn't speak at this point, her head lowered, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her eyes glanced at me…
Ms. Deng continued:
“A child conceived this way will not only be healthy but also intelligent. Our family has spent so much money on this child, so we must try our best to ensure it's perfect. Besides, you are both still young. If Hu Xinxin hadn't lived with us before she got pregnant, could you guarantee you wouldn't touch her at all? We can't have too much contact about this, right? This is mainly to ease Hu Xinxin's emotions. After all, Hu Xinxin is living with us. It takes time to adapt to a new environment. If you follow our arrangements, she'll adapt faster, and Hu Xinxin will enter the pre-pregnancy stage sooner. Then you can complete your 'mission' sooner, hehe…”
Ms. Deng said, chuckling as she said “complete the mission.” Everyone smiled knowingly, and the tense and awkward atmosphere eased somewhat.
She kept talking:
“Also, we went to this agency through a friend's recommendation. Our friend had been burned in this industry before and specifically reminded us to write it this way. Now, all the agreements my friends have signed are written like this.” After
Ms. Deng finished speaking, she took out her phone and showed us photos of agreements signed by other agencies. We looked at them and saw that the content was indeed roughly the same. Ms. Deng looked at the two of us, seeking our opinions.
"There aren't any major problems at the moment," I said cautiously, turning to my wife, "Xin Xin, what about you?"
My wife hesitated for a moment, then said softly,
"I'd like to add another clause: if I still feel uncomfortable in your home within a month of signing the agreement, or... or..." My wife concluded, "that is, within a month, we have the right to unilaterally cancel the agreement, and the deposit will not be refunded."
After exchanging a glance, Ms. Deng said, "Let's go to the study to discuss it." A little while later, the couple returned and said,
“Considering the special nature of this situation, some of the issues raised by Xiao Hu can be included. We agree to unilaterally canceling the agreement, but regarding the deposit… after all, this agreement reflects the mutual consent of both parties, so we'd like to hear the agency, Ms. Wang’s, thoughts.”
Ms. Wang said, “In the past, when encountering this situation, according to the general practice of agencies and relevant legal requirements, the compensation is usually settled on a daily basis based on lost wages… However, if both parties can draft their own terms, that can be considered…”
“Oh, it involves legal requirements too. I think we should just write it as Ms. Wang suggested; it's fair to both parties…” Ms. Deng chimed in.
“Okay, let’s do it that way,” I said after discussing it with my wife.
After filling out this section, my wife solemnly wrote the three characters “Hu Xinxin” in the surrogate mother section of the agreement and then pressed her fingerprint. After signing the papers, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off the ground. All three parties breathed a sigh of relief and chatted lightly for over half an hour. Mr. and Mrs. Wen Liangui concluded by saying, "We hope Hu Xinxin's leave of absence will be completed next week. We'll be notified and a car will be sent to pick her up. We'll also transfer the deposit to you at the same time." Afterwards, Ms. Deng took me to the property management office to get our vehicle's entry pass, saying it would make entering the gate easier. Ms. Wang then went with us back to the company.
After getting the entry pass, we returned to the villa. My wife had a blush on her face, while Wen Liangui looked somewhat strange; his crotch seemed bulging through his pants…
We picked up my wife, Hu Xinxin, and drove home. In the car, my wife silently gazed out the window, her expression a mixture of sadness, helplessness, and shyness. I cautiously asked, "What did you and Wen Liangui talk about alone just now?"
My wife glanced at me, slightly embarrassed, and said, "Nothing… nothing, I just don't know if what I did was right or wrong." His eyes then glanced at the buttons on his chest, and he fastened them again.
They remained silent the rest of the way. The leave-of-absence paperwork went smoothly. After informing Mr. and Mrs. Wen Liangui, they decided to pick him up this Sunday. For the next few days, we spent every single day together. The thought of not being able to see each other whenever we wanted for a long time was truly heartbreaking. But reality is so frustrating, forcing people to do things they never dared to dream of before for money. Real life is often more "exciting" than TV dramas; life is like a play! In this society, how many people live behind masks, acting today, acting tomorrow, and acting the day after, performing every day? How many can truly live freely and unrestrainedly?
Sunday arrived quickly. With blurred vision, I watched my wife get into the car and drive away. Looking up at the gray sky, I felt incredibly melancholy. Perhaps this turbulent period was destined for me. I only hated my own incompetence. If I hadn't chosen software development as my major, I wouldn't be spending my days tinkering with computers in the IT department. Every time I saw those people in the sales and purchasing centers looking so confident, I felt a burning rage. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I swung my fists wildly in the air, as if I wanted to smash them to pieces. After venting, my arms started to ache. Finally, as a finishing touch, I gave two more powerful swings, then dejectedly returned to the cozy little house where I used to see my wife as soon as I opened the door. But from today onward, I am alone.
The child was sent back to our hometown this week. It's reassuring to have the grandparents looking after the child. Sometimes they ask what kind of work my wife is doing, and I tell them, using the prepared story, that Xin Xin is working in Tanzania. Communication there is inconvenient, so we can only contact each other by email. I'll let them know after Xin Xin sends the email.
It's so hard to get through this. Before, every day seemed to fly by, but now every hour and every second feels much slower. Along with that comes insomnia; I toss and turn every night, unable to fall asleep. Every time I think about my wife being with another man… maybe right now, that man is thrusting into her… I can almost hear his heavy breathing, the bed shaking violently and creaking. My dear wife, I regret so much. I was too impulsive for that money. Every time I think about it, my stomach churns…
I finally made it to Sunday, and since I couldn't sleep anyway, I drove straight to Wen Liangui's house before dawn. I arrived an hour later, but his gate was locked. It was just past 6 a.m., so I parked my car next to the small garden. There were a few middle-aged women in uniforms in the neighborhood, who looked like they were from a housekeeping company. Feeling sleepy, I reclined my seat and lay down for a short while. Then I heard someone pass by my car. I glanced over and saw two housekeepers, both plump and looking to be in their fifties. They sat down on a chair in the garden and started chatting.
"Hey, you know what? That family's had a little girl come over these past few days, she's so pretty."
"Is she a mistress?"
"Nonsense, who brings a mistress home? You try bringing a mistress home, old man."
"He wouldn't dare, I'd scratch him to death."
"Yeah, right."
"I saw the older woman cooking for the little girl, all kinds of things like bird's nest."
"Is she a relative?" "Doesn't
seem like it."
"Why don't you think so?"
"I said she doesn't, and that's it."
"Ugh, tell me why she doesn't seem like it."
I was listening to them gossip, it was so boring. Sigh, these people have nothing better to do than chatter on and on, and they're even disturbing my nap.
One of them continued, "I'm telling you, but don't go spreading this around!"
"We've been best friends for years, if you tell me, I definitely won't tell anyone."
"Well, I'll tell you then. A couple of days ago I went to their house to clean, and when I went upstairs to collect the sheets from the master bedroom, I saw several stains on the sheets, the biggest one as big as my fist, the smallest as big as an egg, and lots of hairs."
"What hairs?"
"Oh, those hairs, there were several of them." She continued, "I scratched the sheet with my fingernail, it was dry and hard, that's it."
"Which one?"
"Oh, you know, the stuff that comes out of a man's penis."
"Oh my god, tell me, they're a couple doing that, and you found out so much!"
"What? I finished collecting the sheets upstairs, and then went downstairs to collect the sheets from the bedroom, and you know what I saw?"
"What?"
"There was their eldest son's contact lens case on the bedside table!"
"Contact lenses?"
"Yeah, the older one always keeps his contact lenses where he sleeps. I heard them say they're imported, pretty expensive."
"Oh, so the guy and the younger one sleep together?"
"Absolutely.
" "And also, when I went upstairs to collect the sheets, I saw the guy's...thing under the bed."
"Nonsense, a guy's...thing is part of his body, it won't fall off."
"It was fake, a really big one, made to look real, with all those bulging veins, it scared me so much I didn't dare touch it."
"Wow, these rich people, they'll do anything with their money."
"Exactly. The other day I saw a big damp patch on their sofa, it wasn't dry when I went over, it was sticky when I wiped it."
"Huh? What was that big patch?"
"I don't understand, there's something even stranger!
" "What?"
"There were two ropes under the mattress in their master bedroom, one on top and one on the bottom, both quite long, almost dangling to the floor, with loops at both ends. I tried to stretch them, but I couldn't..."
"What's the point?"
"How would I know?"
"Oh... hey, do you know what the younger one's name is?"
"I don't know, but I heard the older one call the younger one 'Little Hu'."
Hearing "Little Hu," my heart skipped a beat! Could they be talking about my dear wife—Hu Xinxin?
"Never mind, I'm not talking to you anymore. Who cares what they do? It's none of our business. Let's just do our work. It's almost time, I'm going to get to work."
"I should get to work too, let's go."
I held my breath, looked up at the time, it was just 7:30. My eyes darted around as I watched one of them walk to Wen Liangui's house and ring the doorbell. My head buzzed… I couldn't process it for a long time. Could it be true? A huge group… a whole bunch… impossible, impossible…
My mind raced. I finally managed to wait until 9 o'clock, then rushed to their door and rang the doorbell. Ms. Deng opened the door. The washing machine in the bathroom on the first floor was whirring loudly. I couldn't help but peek in that direction. I glanced inside and saw the housekeeper's figure moving around.
Ms. Deng smiled and gestured towards the upstairs, saying, "Old Wen and his wife 'did a bit too much exercise' last night, but they should be up by now. Sit here for a bit, I'll go call her down." A moment later, Wen Liangui, his belly protruding, came downstairs first. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and in the dim light, the shadow of his large bulge between his legs was clearly visible, swaying back and forth. Even for just a moment, my stomach churned again.
"Ah, it's Xiao Wang! You're here so early! Missing Xiao Hu?" Wen Liangui said with a cheerful smile.
I mumbled a "hmm," and Wen Liangui continued in a smug and boastful tone, "She's really something!" "
My eyes flickered, and I glared at this disgusting guy with a hint of anger. Wen Liangui, seeing this, immediately chuckled and said, 'I was just saying that Xiao Hu is a good person, a virtuous wife and loving mother. You're so lucky to have married her, haha.'
My wife, wearing her pajamas, came downstairs, her legs seemingly unsteady, taking one step at a time. I went to help her, and she quickly waved her hand and smiled, saying it was nothing, just a slight twist.
I told them we'd go to the small garden outside, but actually I was helping my wife to the car.
'Wife, you've suffered,' I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
My wife touched my face tenderly and said, 'They've been very good to me. Sister Deng makes bird's nest and things like that for me every day.
' 'Her husband hasn't bullied you, has he?' I asked with concern.
'Not really, maybe I'm just not used to life here yet,' my wife said wistfully.
I wanted to ask the housekeeper about what she saw under the bed, but seeing my wife's expression, I felt it wasn't appropriate. "
“I’m worried that the man might bully you. If he doesn’t, that’s fine. But if he does, just tell me.”
“Okay,” my wife nodded slightly.
"So, did you two...do it last night?" I asked softly, head down.
"Mmm."
"I thought her man...you know...a little...can you...?"
"It's okay," my wife said shyly, turning her face away.
"Okay."
Then, we talked about the children, which was what my wife cared about most. Time flew by, and it was almost time. My wife hugged me and gently kissed my cheek, saying, "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too. You've sacrificed so much for this family. I'll do anything for you from now on,"
my wife said, pressing her hand to my mouth. "As long as you love me, I don't want anything else.
" "What are you saying? I'll always, forever love you!" After saying that, we kissed.
I suddenly noticed some red marks on my wife's wrist and quickly asked,
"What happened to your wrist?"
"It's nothing, I was careless. I'll be more careful next time," my wife said, pulling her wrist back with a smile.
"It looks like it's from being strangled," I said with concern.
"Oh, it's from the straps when I exercise. They make me work out every day to maintain my physique..."
I was suspicious, but I couldn't see anything wrong...
Time flew by; it felt like I hadn't stayed long enough before my wife had to go back.
When we returned to Wen Liangui's house, Wen Liangui said to me, "We have something to talk about." Seeing this, Ms. Deng helped my wife upstairs.
Wen Liangui said with a hint of displeasure, "There are some things you still need to say to Xiao Hu."
"What is it?" My heart skipped a beat.
"We're both men, right..."
I looked at Wen Liangui in surprise. He continued, "I know that as a man, you're definitely not happy if your wife sleeps with someone else, but since you've chosen this path, you should walk it with peace of mind, right? Since both of you have agreed, you should be happy, don't you think?"
"Huh? Just say what you want to say," I said, not understanding what he was talking about.
"Good, that's straightforward, I admire you, brother." He continued, "Your Xiao Hu has been at my house for a week now, and my wife has been serving her diligently every day. I don't know what we did to offend your Xiao Hu. At first, when I slept with her, she would sob, especially when I was about to ejaculate. I hate hearing her sniffling, it's so annoying, you know? Last night, although she wasn't like that, she was still completely still, which was even more annoying. My family spent a lot of money to have her carry my child. How can a child born in this condition be healthy? Even if she gets pregnant, I'll have to abort it and get pregnant again. Every time I sleep with her, I have to accumulate two days' worth of milk. It's not easy for me either, brother!"
I was stunned. So this is how my wife has been enduring these past few days. I stood up abruptly and said, "Then we won't have your child. You should find someone else."
"Hey, hey, don't get agitated. If you leave, not only will we lose the money, but we'll also have to return most of the deposit. I've already told Xiao Hu this, but she doesn't agree. She even promised me she'd have a healthy baby. So, you still need to persuade her. If she truly wants to give me a son, she won't hesitate..."
"I..." For a moment, I was speechless. I slumped onto the sofa, pondered for a long time, and finally gritted my teeth: "You have to keep your word. You'll have to pay all the money."
"Look at you, we've already signed an agreement. If I don't pay, go ahead and sue me," Wen Liangui said with a grin, then called upstairs: "We've finished talking. Xiao Wang needs to come up."
I went to the master bedroom on the second floor and saw my dear wife sitting casually on the sofa. I went over and sat down next to her.
“That guy just told me that if you really don’t want to, we can leave,”
my wife suddenly threw herself into my arms, crying, “I’ve already…” My wife calmed herself down and continued, “These things… can be endured. I’m just afraid you’ll dislike me later, I…”
I quickly covered her mouth and said hastily, “How could that be? I will love you for life. Although you are here, our hearts will always belong to each other. I’m also thinking of ways to earn more money so I can bring you back sooner. Also, there’s something I need to tell you, but don’t be angry. This is for your own good.”
My wife looked at me, and I continued, “That guy wants…” I hesitated, thought for a moment, and then steeled myself, lowering my head and saying, “That guy… that guy wants you to cooperate with him more in the future…” He said... "Having a child like this now isn't good. Even if you get pregnant, you have to abort and try again."
After hearing this, my wife remained silent. She walked alone to the large window in the bedroom, leaned on the railing, and gazed out the window, sometimes looking down, sometimes looking up. The light from outside shone through her thin nightgown, revealing her beautiful body—slender waist, full hips, her legs pressed together so tightly that not a sliver of light could pass through. How had I never noticed how beautiful my wife's body was before? The saying "what is about to be lost is the most precious" is absolutely true. The thought of Wen Liangui on this very bed, pinning my wife down and thrusting into her forcefully… I couldn't bear to think about it anymore. My dear wife, you've suffered so much.
I glanced at the bed instinctively; the sheets were clean, and I didn't see any ropes or anything like that…
Just then, my wife turned to me, forced a smile, and said, "For the child, for this family…" She paused, then continued, "Go tell him I agree."
Hearing this, my heart ached. I hugged my wife tightly, unable to utter a single word…
I went downstairs and nodded to Wen Liangui. He understood immediately, looking smug and laughing heartily as he saw me to the door, saying, “Brother, I won’t mistreat her.” Suddenly, I remembered something and said to Wen Liangui, “Don’t mess around with those shady things anymore, or I’ll…” Wen Liangui paused, interrupting me, and said with a smile, “Hey, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You know what, she’s really great!” Wen Liangui deliberately emphasized the word “really.” As soon as I turned around to yell at him, the door slammed shut. I raised my hand high, intending to bang on the door, but in the end, I reluctantly lowered it. Enraged, I kicked over a flowerpot by his door, scattering the soil all over his front yard…
On the way home, I was filled with mixed emotions. Sigh, it's all because of money. If I had money, who would let their wife sleep with another man? Books say you shouldn't be a slave to money, but that's all bullshit. Without money, you can't even afford rice, let alone a house. It's true, even a penny can bring down a hero.
When I got home, I didn't eat. I drank a bottle of wine alone and fell asleep on the sofa. I don't know how much time passed, but in a daze, I saw that big bed, like a slow-motion illusion in a movie, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry. I saw my wife lying on the bed, her two snow-white legs spread in an M shape, her wrists tightly bound to her ankles. Wen Liangui was pressing his upper body against hers, her pink breasts squeezed tightly against his chest. The camera slowly panned, revealing Wen Liangui's buttocks raised high, the dark shadow between his legs vaguely visible, as long as a donkey's. His buttocks slowly lowered until the shadow disappeared completely, his genitals pressed tightly against my wife's, only a large cloth bag vaguely visible covering her full buttocks, with two egg-sized testicles hanging below...
At this moment, I heard my wife's echoing scream. Everything seemed real, yet also unreal. Except for my head, my body was completely paralyzed. I opened my mouth to shout, "You stupid pig, no!" but my mouth wouldn't open. I heard my wife sobbing, sometimes like "Save me," sometimes like "I love you"...
Suddenly, a loud, echoing "Ah..." came from a man. At that moment, the "large cloth bag" covering my wife's buttocks disappeared, and two large, round objects had already shrunk back up. The man's buttocks were twitching and relaxing...
When I looked at the bed again, my wife and Wen Liangui had vanished. Only a huge puddle of white, sticky fluid remained on the sheets, bubbling and slowly seeping down...
I struggled to get up with all my might. Suddenly, the sofa sank, and I woke up with a start. I was covered in sweat, but I couldn't move. After a while, I was able to move my limbs slowly...
On Monday, I took the morning off and went to the hospital. The doctor said that this was what is commonly known as "sleep paralysis," usually caused by excessive mental stress during this period. He said that if I relaxed and didn't work too hard, it would be fine.
I drifted through a month in a daze, visiting my beloved wife at the villa every week. These meetings, though brief, seemed to have made her much happier, and her already full breasts appeared even larger…
It was Friday when I received a call from Wen Liangui, who said he wanted to meet me at Xinghai KTV at 9:30 that evening to discuss something. Before I could ask what it was, he hung up.
When I arrived at the private room, several people were already seated. Besides Wen Liangui, there were a few others I didn't recognize, each with a woman in their arms. As soon as Wen Liangui saw me, he pointed to the empty seat next to him, gesturing for me to sit down. A woman immediately came over and said, "Sir, what would you like to drink?" I waved my hand and said to Wen Liangui, "Didn't you say you had something to tell me?" Wen Liangui reeked of alcohol, clearly having had quite a bit to drink earlier. He said, "Hey, brother, I didn't call you here for any other reason than to let you relax and meet some people. These are all my buddies. This is President Li, President Zhao, and President Liu—all big names in the investment world. If they can give you some pointers, you could earn enough in a year to live on for a lifetime, hahaha… This is my new brother, Lao Li, Lao Zhao, Lao Liu. You three have to help him out." A thought struck me. Money, that bastard, has ruined me so much. If I could get them to help me make enough money, my beloved wife and I would run away together, leaving this filthy place forever!
Thinking of this, I raised my glass and toasted the three bosses repeatedly. Before long, I was quite drunk. The bosses took turns singing, and Wen Liangui, drunk, put his arm around my neck and whispered in my ear,
"You know what, brother? I'm over 40 and have no children. It's so painful. If it weren't for Lao Li telling me there was still this path to take, I'd probably want to die."
I listened silently.
He continued, "Old Li and I are the same, his wife couldn't have children, so he ended up on this path. Look, his son can already call him 'Dad,' hahaha... So, brother, I'll toast you. Especially after you talked to Xiao Hu last time, she's been much more proactive now, and I feel so good every night, hahaha..."
I gritted my teeth and turned to Wen Liangui's ear, saying, "I appreciate your kindness, but as long as I complete the task and get the money, I'll bring her back immediately. If you dare to bully her, I'll..."
At this point, Wen Liangui interrupted me, saying, "Hey, brother, I, Old Wen, have been playing the field with women my whole life..." "No woman has ever said I'm skilled enough. Don't worry, I'll definitely fuck her until she's completely satisfied. If you're interested, I'll take you to my house. Every time I fuck her, her pussy is gushing wet, hahaha..."
After hearing this, my blood rushed to my head, and I wanted to stand up and punch him. However, I stumbled and fell onto the sofa in the private room, unconscious...
Half-drunk and half-awake, I felt myself lying on a bed, with figures swaying beside me. I was very dizzy, the world was spinning, but thankfully I didn't vomit. I involuntarily groaned, my expression still dazed, not knowing if I was dreaming or drunk.
I vaguely heard a familiar voice saying: "Brother, wake up, hahaha... watch me and this slut fuck your wife, hahaha..."
I fell into a deep sleep again, drifting in and out of sleep several times. I vaguely heard a woman's voice, and also heard fragments of words like "back door" and "squirting."
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone drag me out of bed and help me towards the door. I think I saw a condom on the floor with some thick white fluid inside.
The next day, I woke up at noon. I looked up and saw I was in my own home. I could only vaguely remember what happened last night, but it didn't seem real.
Around 6 pm, someone called, saying there was a local delivery downstairs. I put on my pajamas and went down to get it. The sender only had one name: Wen Liangui. I muttered to myself, "What is this idiot sending me?"
I opened it and found a USB drive. I plugged it into my computer and opened it. I couldn't believe my eyes. There were pictures of me naked, embracing another naked woman, sleeping. My private parts were clearly visible. There were also several pictures of woman-on-top sex, and the man in the pictures with his eyes closed was me! Damn it! I'd fallen for this idiot's trick. He had set me up by inviting me out last night. I immediately dialed Wen Liangui's number.
As soon as the call connected, I yelled, "You fucking bastard!"
There was a pause on the other end, then he said, "Looks like you got the goods, hahaha..."
"You..." I trembled with anger, unable to speak: "You framed me!"
"Brother, don't be so hasty. Why didn't you say anything when you were having fun yesterday?"
"You..."
"Stop with the 'you, you, you'. Did I force you to go yesterday? I was trying to help you by introducing you to some people, but alas, my good intentions were wasted. You didn't even know your place and did something like this. What will happen if Xiao Hu sees this?" Wen Liangui deliberately emphasized the word "what will happen."
"You framed me!"
"Do you have any evidence? Does anyone believe you? The photo is of you, not me! If I send the photo to your boss, you're finished."
I calmed myself down and said, "So what do you want to do?"
"Hey, that's right, isn't it? If you had said that earlier, I wouldn't have wasted my breath," Wen Liangui said sternly, "Listen carefully, from now on, you can only come to my house if I tell you to, and you can only come if I call you. If I don't call you, don't come!"
"How can that be? It's clearly written in the agreement, why can't I go?"
"Why? Because of these photos. If you don't listen to me, I'll ruin your reputation. Do you understand? If Xiao Hu calls you, just say you're on a business trip..."
Before I could finish, I slammed my phone onto the bed and yelled, "Wen Liangui, you bastard! Ah..."
After yelling, my heart was still heavy. This stupid pig had actually set me up. Society is so complicated. For someone like me working in a technical position at a state-owned enterprise, it feels like I'm standing on the edge of an abyss. The scenarios from those books I read in school are actually happening to me! What a tragedy! I have no intention of harming anyone, I've never harmed anyone, I've never fought or argued with anyone in my life, I've always been a law-abiding citizen. How did I end up offending these people? God, you're so unfair to me! I cried out a few times, but my heart was filled with dread. I feel like a bug being held in someone's hands. And what about my dear wife? I don't know how she is now. I want to secretly send her a WeChat message explaining the situation, but I'm afraid that guy surnamed Wen will find out. What should I do?
I opened the cupboard door, took out a bottle of wine, and gulped it down. I felt dizzy and collapsed onto the bed. I slept until Sunday noon. I quickly checked my phone and saw a WeChat message from my wife: "Where are you? I miss you so much!" It was 9:30 AM. I thought for a moment and replied: "Honey, I'm so sorry. These past few days, my manager has been taking me out to work, and I've been drinking every day. You know my alcohol tolerance; I just can't keep up. I've been so busy lately, I probably won't be able to visit you every week. Take care of yourself. Love you."
After sending the message, my phone screen blurred. I wiped away my tears and lay on the bed, lost in thought…
On Monday, I took a week of annual leave from work. That evening, I went to Xinghai KTV, found the manager, and told him that Boss Wen had sent me to talk to the woman who had been with Boss Wen that day. I saw that the next private room was empty, so I went in first. The manager quickly brought the woman to my room and then left. The woman was startled when she saw me and turned to leave. I also saw her clearly and grabbed her arm, saying, “Don’t go yet. I know I was framed by that man surnamed Wen. It has nothing to do with you. I just want to know what happened that night. If you don’t tell me, I’ll go to the police station and report you for prostitution.” After saying that, I took out five thousand yuan from my pocket and continued, “If you tell me everything, I won’t go to the police station, and you can have all this money.” The woman’s eyes lit up, and she said in a southern accent, “Give me the money first, and then I’ll talk.” I said, "I can give you a thousand first, and after you tell me everything, I'll naturally give you all the money." The woman nodded and said, "I recorded that night." She continued, "It happened like this last year. The day before yesterday, Mr. Wen came to me again, acting all mysterious. I had a bad feeling, so I became suspicious and recorded everything."
"You said it happened last year?"
"Yes, he made me sleep with that guy and took some pictures."
"Huh? Did you see that guy again afterward?"
"No."
"What did you talk about that night? I vaguely heard a few words."
"I didn't understand some of what he said, he kept talking about his mistress and stuff. That Wen guy is a womanizer. He even slept with our supervisor. I heard he has shares here, but that's just hearsay, I don't know if it's true."
"Send me the recording, and then delete it from your phone."
I listened to the recording briefly, and it was indeed Wen's voice, especially the "hahaha" laughter, it was him. I saw the recording was about two hours long, and I couldn't finish listening to it here, so after paying the woman, I went home.
I copied it to my computer, put on my headphones, and listened carefully.
A burst of noise followed by the sound of a door closing.
"This idiot is really heavy. Take his clothes off, sit on him, I'll take a couple of pictures... "
A rustling sound and the click of a shutter.
"Move his arm over, put his hand on your breasts, yes, good." Then another click of a shutter.
"Okay, put it on him."
"And then?" a woman's voice came through.
"After he's dressed, I have a good show for him to see." "It's Wen Liangui's voice."
Then came a rustling sound.
"Take off your clothes and wait for me on that bed. I'm going to fuck you to pieces in a bit," Wen Liangui continued. "Brother, wake up! This slut and I are going to show you how to fuck your wife, hahaha..."
"Oh dear, he's awake!" the woman said in a panic.
"Hehe, I drugged him a little. He won't remember tomorrow."
"Watch closely. Slut, come here and give me some."
A series of "ooh ooh ooh" sounds, like eating a popsicle, followed.
"Stop!... Damn, you're nowhere near as good as my mistress. My mistress's little mouth, tsk tsk tsk, so soft and tender, even better than fucking. Every day before I fuck her, I have to make her give me a blowjob. Ah, especially when her little mouth holds my balls, so warm, so slippery, so comfortable. That little tongue is so skillful, a hundred times better than you, you slut, hahaha..."
"I'll lie down first, you hurry up and sit on top, let me have some fun too. " " Let me tell you, after this idiot told my mistress a few days ago, now when I'm having sex with my mistress, I don't even have to move, she does all the work, hahaha... even the King of Heaven can't enjoy it as much as I do!"
"You slutty ass, move faster, you slut!"
"Oh, boss, your dick is too big, let me get used to it, ah, it's so deep, it's almost touching the end!"
"You're so damn talkative, get off me, I'm going to fuck you."
After a while, a woman groaned, followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh, "slap slap slap."
The woman moaned, "Boss, it's too hard, be gentle, be gentle..." The slapping stopped, and Wen Liangui said, "You slut, you're so annoying, my mistress never moans like that, you fucking imitate her not at all, try imitating a virgin." Then the "
slap slap slap" sound rang out again, and the woman seemed to be suppressing a huge excitement as she softly moaned.
"That's more like it," the slapping sound suddenly quickened, and the moans became more urgent. Wen Liangui let out a loud "Ah!" and panted heavily for a while.
"Damn it, I've been drinking today, so I can't perform well. Plus, fucking you, you slut, is no fun. If it were my mistress, I could fuck her again even if I was drunk."
"Bring that bottle of liquor over here and pour it for me," Wen Liangui said.
A gurgling sound came through the earphones,
followed by Wen Liangui's voice: "You slut, go down there and lick it, see if you can get hard. Once you're hard, I'll fuck you." Wen Liangui continued, seemingly talking to himself, "This idiot brought my little wife here for the first time. I remember they were just going out, and look at her, so sexy, so delicate, hehe... I only touched her breasts through her clothes... I really wanted to have her then, thinking about it now still makes me itch..." Wen Liangui's throat gurgled again, and he continued: "Later, when my little wife moved in, the first time I fucked her, she didn't want to. If my wife hadn't helped tie her hands and feet, I wouldn't have been able to get in. Even when I finally managed to get in, she cried and whined, so annoying. The first time, if my wife hadn't stopped me, I would have definitely gone all the way in. That little cunt is so tight, a hundred times tighter than your slutty cunt." "But it's much better now. These last few times I've had so much fun. Every time I fuck her, I go all the way in, and I'm not satisfied until I ejaculate two or three times. It's a pity, though, that my little wife isn't like you. She won't let me do it from behind. I've had my fill of both her holes. One day I'll open all three holes and make her squirt, hahaha..."
"You slut, what are you laughing at? If it weren't for my little wife's period these days, I wouldn't have had a chance to fuck you."
"Hey, but those three guys have all contacted me. I have to let them have their fun when I have time. But I really can't bear to. It's just that since I got into this circle, I've fucked some of their wives, and even their little wives. I feel bad if I don't repay them. I still need to think about it. You slut, you've been licking for ages and you still can't get hard. I can't take it today. I need to rest and take this silly boy home."
It sounded like Wen Liangui was on the phone with someone, but it was probably covered by a thick blanket or something, so the voice became increasingly inaudible until it disappeared.
To be honest, I couldn't listen anymore halfway through. My dear wife was being used so hard by this idiot... I don't even know if her delicate vagina could handle it. That guy surnamed Wen even tricked me into persuading my wife to cooperate with him. Damn it, what a shameless bastard! And that Sister Deng, she's definitely not a good person either. An OB-GYN? That's a lie! That Deng is a sly fox. This dog couple fabricated a huge lie to deceive us. Now my beloved wife has become that idiot's "concubine," and it sounds like she'll even be with those three people... It's all our fault for being so naive and getting tricked. Oh God, God, I have no money, no one to help me. What am I going to do? I grabbed a half-empty bottle of wine and downed it.
…
Wen Liangui seems to enjoy tormenting people's minds. Ever since he sent the photos, he's sent me things almost every week. Sometimes it's my wife's worn underwear, sometimes a bra covered in dried, hardened stains, and once he sent stockings that were still damp. The most recent one was a ball of tissues the size of a soccer ball, soaked in sticky fluid… Every time I see it, I feel unbearable pain and cry constantly.
Lately, I've been trying to call my wife's phone, but it's always switched off. Text messages and WeChat messages go unanswered. I don't know what Wen Liangui is up to, making me lose contact with my wife. I wonder what state my wife is in now, after being "ravaged" by that thing of his…

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