[Love and Nature] Chapter 118

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"You should know about my relationship with Xiao Yanzi. At first, I was quite dishonest." Boss Qiu's
voice in the recording was slow, indicating he was carefully recounting a very serious matter.
Xiao Yanzi looked at me in surprise, clearly about to ask what was going on. I quickly placed my index finger
on her lips and smiled, "Listen first, don't ask."
After a while, accompanied by Boss Qiu's slightly hoarse voice, Xiao Yanzi's expression gradually hardened. Then she silently
lowered her head, her fingers intertwined and gently twirling…
Her brows furrowed, her expression unwavering. Xiao Yanzi was indeed a girl whose every smile and frown was endearing; even her listening was
beautiful.
"You could say I used some despicable means to get Xiaoyan, but I truly love her. You
know, many women around me want to get close to me, and there are plenty of beautiful ones. Of course, I know
what they all want from me, but my feelings for Xiaoyan are different. The longer I'm with her, the more I find myself
liking her."
"This old man is acting like a young man in his prime," Zeng Meimei suddenly said. "For a girl like Xiaoyan, hehe,
it's worth it."
"This old man... what did you just say?" Obviously, Boss Qiu didn't understand Zeng Meimei's classical Chinese.
He paused for a moment, cleared his throat, and said, "Later, I even considered marrying her, but I always felt guilty and
conflicted. I felt guilty for getting her through such underhanded means, and I felt conflicted because I really
felt I wasn't good enough for her if I married her, that I would be wronging her."
"Oh, you're overthinking it. A man like you who has built so much wealth through his own hard work,
what do you need to prove your success? What makes you unworthy?" That was Zeng Meimei's voice.
"Hehe, I'm old, a real old rogue. And Xiao Yanzi is so young, so pure in my eyes, like
... like... hehe, I haven't read enough books, I can't describe it."
"A little lily in spring!" Zeng Meimei chimed in quickly, "I quite like that little lily too."
"Yes, yes, that's it, a little lily in spring." Boss Qiu laughed,
but after a moment, his voice became incredibly heavy, "Later, I
told my daughter Tingting about wanting to marry Xiao Yanzi, but I didn't expect her to react so strongly, saying she'd disown me if I married Xiao Yanzi.
You know how much effort I put into finding my daughter? She's basically forcing me to choose between Xiao Yanzi and her
, I have no choice. I don't know how to tell Xiao Yanzi, I think telling her the real reason would be too hurtful
to the young woman." "Son, I had no choice but to deliberately distance myself from her. Even my closeness to you was to provoke her, to make her feel that I
no longer cared about her. Slowly, let this ill-fated relationship between me and Xiaoyan come to an end. If you say
I wasn't sad about doing this, that would be a lie... Really, I really like her."
After listening to the recording, Xiaoyan didn't look up at me. I saw her covering her face with her hands, her chest rising and falling slightly.
It was clear that she was having some difficulty controlling her emotions. I didn't know what to say, so I leaned over and gently patted
her shoulder... At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door.
I don't need to go into the rest of the story. I went to open the door and saw Zeng Meimei leading Boss Qiu in. The moment Boss Qiu saw Xiaoyan in the room, I'm sure I saw the most 　　complex expression
in human history on his face . 　　Little Swallow, her slender figure standing upright with her back to the light, stood there motionless for a long time. It was 　　the most beautiful silhouette I had ever seen in backlight. I seemed to hear Little Swallow let out a long sigh, and suddenly my heart felt 　　like it had been stung. At that moment, I suddenly wanted to go over and hug Little Swallow's beautiful, yet seemingly 　　pitiful, body in the silhouette. 　　"What are you still standing there for?" Zeng Meimei nudged me with her elbow. "Hurry up and go, let 　　the young couple have a good chat." It wasn't until Zeng Meimei pulled me out of the room that I came to my senses. At that 　　moment, it wasn't me who should have gone over and hugged Little Swallow. 　　Returning to the room where Zeng Meimei and Boss Qiu had just been, I felt an inexplicable emptiness. Actually 　　, my longing for Xiao Yanzi had been piling up like a mountain lately. How I longed to be 　　intimate with her under the open sky, to hear her beneath me, calling out "Brother Nan, Brother Nan, 　　I miss you..." in the dizziness of orgasm 　　. It seems I'm out of the picture now. Damn it, Leng Yuan brought his mistress here, and now I'm out of the picture? 　　They say saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, and that life is precious, but love is even more so. So, by that logic, 　　saving someone's life meant I built an eight-story pagoda? 　　Oh, only four. The other four were built by Zeng Meimei. 　　Thinking this way, I suddenly felt much better. Besides, it's not like I'm completely cut off from Xiao Yanzi. Even if we can't 　　be a married couple, we can still be lovers. Anyway, I've already cheated on Boss Qiu. 　　My mood calmed down, and I saw Zeng Meimei tidying up the room. After she finished, she pulled me to leave. 　　"Where are we going?" I asked, my face full of questions. 　　"You really think this place is your home? Or are you trying to eavesdrop on other people's lovemaking?" Zeng Meimei shouted 　　, then held out her phone to me to show me the time. 　　Damn, it's almost nine o'clock, and the night outside is completely dark. I just remembered that my wife 　　told me this afternoon to go back to the villa early. 　　I quickly hailed a taxi with Zeng Meimei at the hotel entrance and rushed back to 　　the villa, about a half-hour drive away. As soon as I got in the taxi, I pulled out my phone to call Ning Hui, only to find it was dead. 　　I quickly asked Zeng Meimei, "Meimei, give me your phone, I need to call Ning Hui first. My phone was recording 　　and playing back, and it's dead now." 　　Zeng Meimei waved her phone in front of me for a moment before saying quietly, "Unfortunately, my phone 　　also died just now. I was recording and playing back." 　　I was about to cry. 　　The villa was completely still, inside and out. The sound of waves came from afar, and the salty sea breeze was already 　　a little cool, refreshing my skin. But I was oblivious to the beautiful seaside night view. Zeng 　　Meimei had taken the villa key and gone out. I quickly opened the door and found the living room lights off, while Ning Hui...

The bedroom door was ajar, letting in some light.
Just as I was about to push it open and yell "Wife!", a stern rebuke came
from inside—"Don't move!"
It was Ning Hui's voice!
My legs went weak; her shout had me rooted to the spot, too afraid to utter a sound
. I figured tonight wasn't going to be fun; my wife's little beast had been provoked. But the problem was,
how did she know I was right outside the door?
Just as I was sweating bullets and completely at a loss, a man's voice came from inside, a voice I
recognized instantly: "Sister Ning..."
Holy crap, it was Zeng Beifang! What was he doing here? How did he
end up in Sanya in such a short time?
"Don't touch me! If you touch me again, don't call me 'sister' anymore!" Ning Hui continued, her voice
sterner than I'd ever heard before.
"But I...I really miss you..." Beifang pleaded.
"Can't you be more sensible?" Ning Hui's tone softened, but the refusal left no room for negotiation.
"You have a girlfriend now, we can't be like before, you know? Don't be so willful like a child."
"But...but you and Nan-ge still..."
"That's different," Ning Hui interrupted Beifang before he could finish. "Before, you were alone, but now you have a girlfriend
. It's wrong to do this behind her back, and it's unfair to her if we continue like this. It's hurting her
. Don't overthink it, Beifang, treat your girlfriend well."
"Then...can we still be together in the future? I mean, I mean if my girlfriend finds out
...like Nan-ge and you," Zeng Beifang asked timidly.
"Don't let your mind wander. You don't learn anything good, you learn all that nonsense from him. There's no '
later' or 'after.' I'm just telling you, be with your girlfriend, nurture your relationship,
treat her well, and don't think about anything else." Ning Hui paused, then
spoke almost word by word, very seriously, her tone carrying an unyielding authority, "Beifang, that's all I can say. You're not
a child anymore, you should understand what I mean. Okay, now you can leave, I want to rest."
I'd been listening outside the door for ages. When I confirmed the man inside was Beifang, I hadn't planned to break down
the door, thinking it would be awkward for him. But what was going on? Hearing Ning
Hui tell Beifang to come out, I quickly moved away from the bedroom door and stood in the living room. Turning around, I saw Zeng Meimei
looking at me.
"Beifang's in there," I said, pointing towards the bedroom door in surprise, "Why is he here?"
"Oh," Zeng Meimei replied.
"Oh, damn it," Zeng Meimei just said casually, like nothing was wrong. I immediately thought, "
Did this woman already know Beifang was coming?"
A little while later, Beifang came out of the bedroom and greeted us awkwardly, "Sis,
Brother Nan... you're back."
"Damn, what are you doing here?" I asked loudly.
"I... I..." Beifang stammered, unable to finish his sentence. Actually, after overhearing his conversation with Ning Hui outside the door,
I had already guessed most of the plot. This guy must have been missing his Ning sister so much that he got drunk and caused
trouble in our neighborhood, and now he's flown straight to Sanya. I was thinking about how I was trying to have
sex with my wife in the house earlier, but Ning Hui refused and kicked me out.
The question is, how did this guy know that Ning Hui, Zeng Meimei, and I were all in Sanya, and how did he even
pinpoint our location?
"Alright, Beifang, there's a bedroom to the left after you go up the stairs over there. You can stay there tonight. Hurry up and get
ready." Zeng Meimei noticed that Beifang was speechless and upset, so she quickly came to his rescue.
Zeng Beifang nodded awkwardly to me, then left us with a lonely silhouette as he went upstairs. I turned
to look at Zeng Meimei and asked, "How did he know we were here? You knew he was coming, right?"
"Hehe," this woman could still laugh without a care in the world, "We'll talk about it later. Aren't you going to go see your wife
?"
Right, right, I've been out all day and it's so late, I haven't told my wife yet. I quickly went into the bedroom
and saw Ning Hui half-lying on the bed, a book open and placed on her chest but not looking at it. Her cheeks were puffed out . When she saw me come in, she just stared at me blankly without saying a word, a 　　mix
of a tigress and a goddess with an imposing presence . 　　"Wife," I scurried over to Ning Hui, kneeling on the edge of the bed with my usual 　　cheeky grin, "Hehe, I'm back." 　　"What time is it?" Ning Hui lowered her eyelids, a sharp glint in her eyes sweeping over me. " 　　Where have you been partying all day?" 　　"It's...it's a bit late. Oh, what happened earlier? How did Beifang end up in Sanya?" 　　"Don't change the subject. I'm asking you where you've been partying all this time. Didn't I tell you to come back earlier?" 　　"Oh, wife, here's what happened..." I then gave Ning Hui a detailed account of how I invited Boss Qiu and Xiao Yanzi to 　　Sanya, and how I carried out my plan to revive their seemingly crumbling relationship 　　. 　　After listening to the report, Ning Hui shook her head helplessly: "You guys are really something, inviting 　　so many people to eat one meal. Now even Beifang has come to join the fun. This kid is really a handful." 　　"Oh, right, what's going on with Beifang?" 　　"You're asking me? How am I supposed to know he'd follow us all this way?" Ning Hui bit 　　her lip. "I think he said Xiong Xiong gave him the address of where we're staying." 　　Speaking of how Zeng Beifang ended up in Sanya, I later asked Zeng Meimei, and sure enough, that woman was the instigator. 　　Here's what happened: Zeng Meimei has a dog named Harry, the same name as the British prince 　　. She had her brother check on the dog every day while he was away, feeding it and walking it. That's how Zeng Beifang 　　found out his sister was on vacation in Sanya. Then this morning, Zeng Beifang saw some posts his sister had made on QQ.

These past few days, the photos of us all together in Sanya have let him know that Ning Hui and I came along too. This guy is probably
really missing his Ning sister terribly, so he kept pestering Xiong Xiong for our Sanya address.
After getting Zeng Meimei's permission, Xiong Xiong told Zeng Beifang.
The implication is that after causing trouble while drunk last night, Zeng Beifang has gone all out to cross the ocean to
see his Ning sister and ease his longing—to put it nicely, longing, but really, he just wants to sleep with my wife
. It's just that this guy probably didn't expect that he'd always been able to get what he wanted from his Ning sister, only to be
met with a resounding rejection.
"Hmm, was Beifang bothering you just now?" I chuckled, asking with a lecherous grin.
"How did you know?"
"I heard it all from outside the door."
"Hmph, you bad guy, you heard it, why didn't you come in and do something about him?" Ning Hui punched me lightly. "He's
so inconsiderate."
"Yeah, yeah, you did the right thing, honey! I wholeheartedly support your correct decision. We can't let him have this kind of
greedy, unhealthy attitude!" As I said this, I went over and hugged Ning Hui's face, giving her a series of
kisses.
"Go away. You smell awful." Ning Hui pushed me away from her embrace, then pouted and gave
me a kiss on the lips. "You haven't even shaved, go take a shower!"
I quickly finished showering and came out of the bathroom to find Ning Hui still half-lying on the bed, barely moving.
The book lying open in front of her was still on the same page as before, showing that her mind wasn't on the book at all, and she still looked preoccupied
. Just then, Zeng Meimei called, saying that neither she nor Beifang had eaten dinner, and knowing that I hadn't
eaten either, she asked if Ning Hui and I wanted to go out for something to eat.
"I don't want to go," Ning Hui replied.
Since Ning Hui wasn't going, I naturally couldn't go either, even though I had just realized my stomach was rumbling. I just
asked Zeng Meimei to bring back whatever was available.
"What's wrong, honey? Are you still angry with Beifang?" I asked Ning Hui as I got into bed, noticing she was still looking sullen, her
brows furrowed, as if she had something on her mind. I quickly pulled her into my arms and asked cautiously.
Ning Hui shook her head and mumbled softly, "No." "
Then what's wrong? Did you have a fight with the brat?" I reached into my wife's pajamas and gently caressed
Ning Hui's clean body. Her body, which had been wantonly played with and exploited by the brat these past two days, made me realize that
the evil green fire within me was constantly flickering. The vivid
image of my wife being penetrated and slapped by the brat's penis in the pool last night filled my mind.
"Not yet. That book you're holding is still on the same page I turned to when I came in. When has my wife ever been
unable to concentrate on a book?"
"Oh," Ning Hui seemed to remember there was a book on her chest. She picked it up, thought for a moment,
then put it down, shaking her head again. The serious expression on her face went from light to heavy.
"Where's the brat? Where did he go? I haven't seen him since I got back." Speaking of the brat, I suddenly realized
I hadn't seen a trace of him since I got back.
"He went to see his first love, huh? The flight attendant called to say she's sick, with a high fever," Ning Hui replied lazily.
"Damn, this woman has so many things going on, she's probably faking it because she's lovesick. A high fever? She's probably got 'horse worm disease'."
"Horse worm? What's 'horse worm disease'?" Ning Hui looked at me suspiciously, then realized what I was doing when she saw the mischievous
grin on my face. She reached out and pinched me, "Can you be serious? She's really sick." As she spoke, Ning
Hui took out her phone to show me a photo Xiong Xiong had sent her.
In the photo, Xiong Xiong's beautiful first love, the flight attendant, seemed to be lying in a clinic setting, getting an IV
drip. "He's really sick!" I exclaimed as I looked at the photo. "This illness is probably something he's made up.
Speaking of which, this flight attendant is really pretty. Although she's not as good-looking as my wife, she's definitely on par with Zeng Meimei.
This guy is lucky, he just took Jin Xiangyu as his second wife, and now he's going to take Pan Jinlian as his mistress
."
After watching me ramble on for a while, Ning Hui rolled her eyes at me: "Why
are you so excited about someone finding a mistress?"
Yeah, why am I so excited about someone else having sex? What does it have to do with me? But seeing that Ning Hui's
mood had obviously improved after I made her laugh, and the seriousness on her face had returned to normal, I quickly got back to the point:
"Wife, what's wrong? You must have something on your mind."
Hearing me ask in such a serious tone, Ning Hui lowered her head, knowing that no matter what,
she couldn't win against her husband's stubbornness with an "oh" or "no." Ning Hui was silent for a moment, then opened a
text message on her phone and handed it to me.
The message was from Director Niu's assistant: "Ms. Ning, hello. I'm sorry to bother you. I don't know
if I should say this, but as Director Niu's assistant, I just want to do my duty and let you know some
things you may not know. Actually, we weren't optimistic when Director Niu invited you to act in this play, because you are
, after all, an amateur. Director Niu's script is excellent and has very high requirements for acting; many professional actors
might not be able to handle it. But Ms. Ning, your acting talent amazed us. Your role on stage conquered
us. I have to say, Director Niu's play seems to have been written for you. I don't know the specific
reason, but it's really regrettable that you suddenly stopped acting later." It's a pity. As his assistant, I know
how much effort Director Niu poured into this play. Director Niu is incredibly talented, considers art his life, and this play is extremely important to him.
The play had several investors, and Director Niu himself was one of them. Originally, the play was scheduled to participate in
a very influential theater festival in Beijing. Given the play's reputation within the industry during its rehearsals and Director Niu's
connections in the field, winning a major award was almost a certainty. According to the investors' plan, after winning the award, the play
would undergo commercial performances nationwide. Currently, the theater market is recovering, meaning the commercial prospects for this play are
very promising. We have already prepared a very lucrative commercial performance contract for Ms. Ning and are currently preparing...
I presented this to you after our discussions, but I never expected things to end this way. Other investors suggested immediately replacing
you in the role, but Director Niu firmly disagreed, saying he would rather abandon the play than not have you in it. Now
the theater festival is about to begin, do you know what this means? It means Director Niu will bear
all the financial losses of this play alone. More importantly, the value of this play cannot be measured in monetary terms
; it is almost equivalent to Director Niu's entire artistic ideals and pursuits. I also want to say that I am telling you
this on my own initiative today. In fact, Director Niu kept telling me not to tell you, I know he was afraid of putting pressure on you
. I am not here today to persuade you; I just feel I should tell you the truth. Please forgive me if this has bothered you
. "
After reading the text message, I understood what Director Niu's assistant meant. Although he explicitly stated he wasn't a lobbyist,
everyone knows what kind of effect such a petition would have. I believe Director Niu certainly didn't authorize his assistant to make this petition, but objectively,
this text message highlighted Director Niu's personal charm, instantly elevating his image
. It's completely different from his initial bet on a play to seduce my wife. Damn, while the nature of the two is similar, this 'seduction' is entirely different.
Director Niu's approach to seducing my wife has reached the heights of Mount Everest Base Camp; he can almost touch
the summit of 8848.8 meters, and he can practically look down on everyone else.
He's abstained from sex for my wife, willing to bear such a huge loss alone, shouldering all the pressure himself, and even sacrificing
his artistic pursuits and ideals. It's clear Director Niu is serious, and I must admit, he's absolutely
genuine."
I couldn't help but sigh. I looked up at Ning Hui. Although we were a loving and devoted couple, sharing the
mundane details of daily life, the idea of "aesthetic fatigue" was just a myth. In my eyes, my wife was still breathtakingly beautiful.
Fan Bingbing's beauty had become a delicate, plastic-like quality, while my wife's beauty was like the most beautiful snow lotus on an iceberg.
I couldn't help but marvel at how God had allowed me to have such a beautiful woman as my wife. She was a
woman who could melt the hearts of almost every male on Earth with just one glance. For Director
Niu, a man with such strong masculine traits and a certain artistic sensibility, Ning Hui's goddess-like magic was irresistible. For Director Niu, my wife
was his Venus, and also his goddess of desire.
I looked at Ning Hui and said, "I only understood one sentence in the whole text message: 'That play was
written for you.'" Then I smiled meaningfully, "Director Niu is really a man, isn't he? He prefers to
shoulder everything himself. Honey, what are you going to do? Still act?"
I wasn't sure if this was adding fuel to the fire with my assistant. Ning Hui didn't look at me, remained silent for a long time,
and then softly replied, "I don't know."
Women are most afraid of being moved. I can be 100% sure that my wife was moved when she answered
. Although you can't tell from the literal "I don't know," I can feel it, because only I can
feel Ning Hui's chest rising and falling as she answered, her heartbeat as
beautiful as Adeline on the Beach...
On the beach in Sanya, whose Adeline would my wife be?

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