How I carelessly lost my beloved wife

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My name is Xu Jianbin, and I'm 31 years old. I grew up in City A, a coastal city in southern China. You could say I'm a second-generation rich kid. My father started a factory after the millennium, and my mother, with his support, went into wholesale.

They've achieved considerable success, owning property and a car early on.

Thanks to them, I went to study in the US after high school. After graduation, I worked for a shipping company in China and met my wife, Yunzi. I was 26 when I met her by chance at work; she was working in foreign trade.

She was 25 then, and a classic example of a beautiful, wealthy, and successful woman. She was 172cm tall, with long, fair legs, full breasts, and striking, sculpted features typical of Europeans, with a long face. Even without makeup, she was always the center of attention, exuding a queen-like aura. I was instantly smitten.

I quickly pursued her, and her recent breakup with her ex-boyfriend made my pursuit much easier. After more than two months of dating, we became a couple.

At only 24, she was already a shareholder and senior executive of that foreign trade company. Due to her parents' divorce, her father, a real estate developer (who had previously worked as a contractor), not only provided her mother with substantial wealth and property, but also gave her shares in the foreign trade company after the divorce. He also gave her two properties, a shop, and a BMW 5 Series GT, ensuring she was financially secure at a young age.

I, on the other hand, had just returned to China and had recently bought a BMW 325. What won her over was not only my family's background in foreign trade, but also my eloquence and humor, and more importantly, my gentlemanly manners.

After a six-month courtship, we got married. She continued running her foreign trade company, while I worked a regular job at the company. If things had continued this way, we might have lived a peaceful and happy life. However, five years into our marriage, things changed.

My father had always been obsessed with opening a factory, and some of his friends wanted to partner with him to start another factory. My father invested three million yuan and also sent me as a manager.

At the time, I was somewhat conflicted because my wife and I didn't have children yet (due to her PCOS), and the factory was located in the suburbs, a two-hour drive away, which would definitely lead to separation.

In the end, although my wife was slightly unhappy, I thought a man should have his own career, so I decided to go and take the job.

This decision led to the tragedy that followed. Because I had to set an example, I had to be at the company from Monday to Friday, only able to return to the new house my parents had bought for me after our marriage after Friday. Often, due to too much work, I couldn't even go home on Saturdays and Sundays.

After four or five months, my wife was clearly starting to feel unhappy. Due to the lack of companionship, our sex life and even daily routines became disharmonious.

Besides work, she spent most of her time shopping, watching TV dramas, and reading novels. Influenced by trends, she gradually developed a liking for the so-called "young and handsome men," and she also complained about my weight gain due to work and social engagements. I didn't take it to heart, focusing all my attention on my business. Our factory, thanks to the combined efforts of the shareholders and myself, flourished. However, my wife and I experienced a complete reversal of our passion.

This was partly due to the decline in libido after being married for a long time, and partly due to the increased physical and mental strain caused by work and age.

Six months after the factory opened, a chance encounter led her to meet another nemesis in her life, an encounter that would completely change our destinies.

Chapter Two: First Encounter

On an ordinary Friday, because my company was hosting an important client for a factory audit over the weekend, I once again missed my appointment and couldn't go home. My wife, Yunzi, had been invited to a company gathering of one of her clients and close friends, Sister Fang. After dinner, the group of women felt they hadn't had enough and wanted to go to a karaoke bar. My wife, unable to resist the enthusiasm of the young women at her workplace, drank quite a bit of alcohol with them.

My wife's friend, Sister Fang, is 36 years old. She divorced her husband after his infidelity and started her own successful business. My wife often chats with her, and Sister Fang, knowing about our separation, frequently invites her out. That night, around 11 pm, most of the girls from Sister Fang's workplace started leaving.

At this point, Sister Fang subtly suggested we find a place nearby to have a few drinks. Perhaps under the influence of alcohol, my wife unusually replied, "Sure!" Sister Fang smiled slightly, "Don't drive after drinking. I know this area well. How about we get a foot massage?" My wife readily agreed. So Sister Fang paid the bill and led my wife straight to a luxuriously decorated bathhouse nearby.

Sister Fang naturally led my wife into this magnificent palace and called over a familiar manager. The manager professionally asked, "Sister Fang, are you still looking for technician number 86?" Sister Fang replied smoothly, "If number 86 is available, that's fine. I also have a friend here. Do you have any new, younger technicians?" The manager smiled and replied, "We recently hired a few. I'll arrange one for this pretty lady." At this point, my wife probably already knew that she would be served by a young male technician, but she only blushed slightly and didn't say anything to refuse. Soon, Sister Fang went to the women's section to shower and change, locking up her clothes and high-heeled handbag. After showering, my wife changed into a massage paper garment, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and was led to a deluxe private room by a service attendant. Sister Fang also came out to another room, telling my wife, "Relax a bit later."

Soon, a female attendant led my wife, Yunzi, to the room and asked if she wanted anything to eat or drink. After learning that she only needed hot water, she brought it. Yunzi lazily lay on the white bed, waiting for his arrival.

About five or six minutes later, a gentle, slightly immature boy's voice came with a knock on the door and said, "Guest, I am the technician serving you tonight. May I come in?" Yunzi replied softly, "Yes, you may." Soon, what caught my wife's eye was a handsome young man in a black uniform, holding a bottle of essential oils. He looked to be under 20 years old, with a height of over 180 cm and a slightly slender build. His appearance was somewhat similar to that of the popular young actor Yang Yang. My wife's eyes clearly showed satisfaction.

The boy seemed slightly surprised, as his wife was younger, more beautiful, and tall. His expression became noticeably unnatural, even a little shy, but he quickly regained his professional smile and said, "I'm technician number 123, Xiao Fan, serving you tonight. It's a pleasure to serve you." My wife calmly replied, "Okay." Xiao Fan quickly sat down next to my wife and unwrapped her towel. He then began massaging her head. My wife closed her eyes in enjoyment, while Xiao Fan gazed down at her elegant face and the barely visible D-cup breasts. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind: "How wonderful it would be if I could have this lady." He couldn't help but say, "Sir, you're so beautiful." My wife chuckled and replied, "No way! I'm getting old." Xiao Fan then said, "Beautiful lady, you must only be in your early twenties." My wife was pleased but pretended to be indifferent and said, "I'm not that young. How old are you then?" Xiao Fan replied, "I'll be 19 in a month." My wife smiled and said, "You're so young." Xiao Fan didn't answer but knelt down beside my wife and took her delicate hand, placing it on his kneeling thigh. Normally, the massage should be done standing up, but Xiao Fan was quick-witted. Because he was wearing shorts, his wife's hand was in direct contact with his thigh. My wife didn't notice anything amiss and continued to enjoy the handsome young man's enthusiastic service.

Nearing 30, his wife's arms were starting to show signs of aging, but this didn't dampen the young man's enthusiasm for her. He meticulously massaged every part of her delicate hands, from her arms and elbows to her palms, carefully pulling each finger with his own, producing soft "thump" sounds. Throughout, Xiao Fan tried his best to say things to make his wife happy.

Then, Xiao Fan got up and said he would start massaging her back, feigning shyness by saying that the customer needed to remove her paper top, leaving only her underwear. Propelled by the alcohol and the young man's tenderness, his wife readily agreed. Xiao Fan went outside to wait.

When he returned, his wife was already lying on the bed, revealing her smooth, violin-like back. Her slightly full breasts were partially exposed due to the pressure of the bed, and her head was stuck in a special hole at the head of the bed. Xiao Fan quickly opened the essential oil and poured it onto his wife's back, causing her body to tremble slightly.

Before he could even think, a pair of large hands quickly caressed his wife's elegant violin. Xiao Fan skillfully massaged, or rather, caressed her from top to bottom, like a young Mozart playing an expensive violin. Occasionally, he would tap her half-exposed breasts, and his wife, now relaxed, offered no resistance, quietly enjoying the young man's ministrations. However, she felt a slight heat whenever his hands touched her breasts, and the alcohol made her face flush even more. The young

man pressed his advantage, beginning his assault on her long, slender legs, moving from her calves to her half-exposed buttocks. The atmosphere began to resemble flirting between a man and a woman. With each upward thrust from her legs, the young man focused more intently on her buttocks, applying extra pressure and care. He even poured essential oil on her delicate feet, rubbing each toe with his large hands, careful not to miss a single spot.

If you looked closely, you could see that his wife's lower body was already slightly damp, and the hour of their romantic time quickly passed. Nothing more happened that night. After the massage, my wife left with Sister Fang. She wasn't ready to take that step yet, but for the young man, it was the first step in his conquest, a major step in changing his life.

Chapter Three: Rekindling the Romance

Three days later, on Monday, my wife and I had a brief phone conversation before I hung up on her to play games with my friends. Lying on the sofa watching TV, my wife suddenly remembered the romance of that night. She kept getting up and sitting down, her mind filled with the image of that handsome young man who looked like Yang Yang. After much deliberation, she finally mustered the courage to go to her queen-like spa palace and find number 109 to continue caressing her body, which had once belonged only to me.

My wife also created a new WeChat account and added him. In the following two weeks, she went to the spa four more times and spent most of her free time chatting with him on WeChat. They learned about each other's situations. The boy came from a rural area in a province in mainland China. After graduating from high school, he came to City A to work and later, by chance, got a job as a male masseur.

Before meeting his wife, he had been working there for a month. He was the third child in his family, with an older sister, an older brother, and a younger sister. His family was poor; his parents were farmers, and his older siblings had long since gone to work in other cities. Meeting this elegant and refined young woman captivated him, and her privileged lifestyle also stirred his longing.

He hoped to rely on his wife to change his future. He knew his advantages, besides his junior high school education in foreign trade, were time and the ability to provide care. He cleverly exploited his wife's loneliness and emptiness, giving him ample opportunity to act. His wife, in turn, longed for someone to care for and cherish her, but he, focused solely on his work, failed to provide that. Even in his spare time, he found playing games with old friends in the office more enjoyable than spending time with her.

A month after they met, his wife and he went on their first date. Knowing that Wednesday would be his 19th birthday, she gracefully offered to celebrate with him and arranged to meet him nearby. That evening, she even gave up her work to someone else, dedicating the entire day to her "little knight." Xiao Fan,

after taking leave, tossed and turned all night, both excited and nervous. He was excited to have been invited by the wealthy woman and had a vague feeling that he might have a chance to have her, but nervous because he was inexperienced and afraid of being ridiculed by his wife. The next morning,

his wife drove to the boy's dormitory. The boy, riding in a BMW for the first time, was greeted by an Italian-style wealthy woman wearing a Dolce & Gabbana ceramic-themed long dress and Gucci 9cm high heels.

Xiao Fan himself was only wearing a shabby t-shirt and ordinary jeans, but his first focus was on his wife's BMW. With envy in his eyes, Xiao Fan asked, "Sister Yun, your car must be expensive." His wife replied, "It's alright, a few hundred thousand." Xiao Fan immediately said, "I hope I can ride in Sister Yun's car more often in the future." Yun Zi laughed heartily, "Sure, but you'll have to have time." They chatted aimlessly for the rest of the time, and after breakfast, his wife took Xiao Fan to a suit store. Xiao Fan's tall stature and handsome appearance prompted the salesperson to keep praising his wife for having a handsome boyfriend. His wife smiled but didn't clarify, continuing to carefully choose a suit for her young man.

Finally, she spent 3,000 yuan as a gift for Xiao Fan's first date, allowing this boy from the countryside to wear a suit for the first time. His wife was a woman who appreciated refinement; she didn't want her male companion to be standing beside her in just an ordinary t-shirt and jeans. After finishing his shopping, Xiao Fan happily said, "Thank you, Sister Yun, for the clothes." His wife, Hua Yan, was delighted and replied, "It's nothing, consider it your birthday present." Meanwhile, Xiao Fan thought to himself, "The person I want most is you." His wife then drove to a hot spring resort hotel dozens of kilometers outside the city. To avoid being seen by acquaintances, she deliberately chose a slightly secluded location so that she and Xiao Fan could meet in peace. The two chatted and laughed all the way.

The young man, who had just received the suit, was also extremely happy. Xiao Fan told his wife many interesting stories about his hometown, which greatly intrigued her, as she had never experienced rural life before.

The hour-long drive passed by in the blink of an eye. After parking, Xiao Fan quickly got out of the car first, opened the door for his wife, took her hand, helped her out of the car, and retrieved the luggage from the trunk before heading to check in. Dressed in a suit and tie, Xiao Fan looked like he'd been upgraded from a poor nobody to a high-class gentleman, exuding an air of effortless elegance. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed like an Italian socialite. The two walked together like a perfect couple, attracting envious glances from men and women alike.

Yunzi arrived at the front desk and confirmed the deluxe suite she had booked the previous night with the clerk. When handing over their IDs, the receptionist glanced at Yunzi and Xiaofan after noticing their ages; the experienced clerk had likely guessed that this was a wealthy woman having an affair with her young lover, having left her husband behind. However, she quickly regained her professional smile and replied, "The formalities are complete. Here's your card, and please pay a deposit." Yunzi skillfully took out a bank card I didn't recognize, swiped it, signed, and completed the registration.

It was already 1 a.m. when they returned to their room. Xiaofan was not only stunned by the room's luxurious decor, but he was also excited by the fact that the huge bedroom only had one large bed. This meant that tonight he would be sharing a bed with this elegant lady, a thought that sent a surge of blood rushing to Xiao Fan's lower body, his mind filled with images of his wife's snow-white body.

His wife then suggested they go to a restaurant for dinner. They put down their luggage and quickly went upstairs for a simple meal. After dinner, his wife led Xiao Fan to a nearby movie theater. A blockbuster American movie had just been released. After buying tickets and 3D glasses, they entered the theater. Normally, the dark environment would have been perfect for Xiao Fan to grope his wife, but he restrained himself. It wasn't the best time yet; being too hasty would be rash. There was plenty of time; there was no need to rush.

After watching the movie, it was almost 5 pm. The two strolled around the neighborhood for a while, and Yunzi also bought her little boy some swim trunks that fit well, preparing for their romantic evening bath together. Time flew by, and it was already 6 pm. The wife felt it was about time for dinner.

She chose a Western restaurant for dinner; she was a woman who loved a romantic atmosphere, and the young man in his suit was like a young knight in the eyes of a medieval noblewoman.

However, he seemed a little awkward and shy in this setting, as Xiao Fan had never had the opportunity to go to such a high-end restaurant before. The wife politely asked her knight what he would like to eat, and Xiao Fan cleverly replied that his wife should decide for him. The wife already had her opinion in mind and ordered a six-course meal for her knight, ensuring he had plenty of energy to accompany her.

Yunzi called the waiter over and opened a bottle of red wine. She clinked glasses with Xiaofan and said, "Congratulations on turning 19 this year! I wish you health and happiness, Xiaofan!" Xiaofan replied heartily, "Thank you, Sister Yun. I hope I can spend more time with you in the future; that would make me happy." He then downed his entire glass of wine in one gulp.

His wife chuckled, "You don't drink red wine like that!" Xiaofan, who said the wine was meant to be savored slowly, generously admitted, "I haven't had many opportunities to eat Western food before. Thank you, Sister Yun, for bringing me." His wife giggled and said, "If you like, I can take you to eat more." Six dishes were quickly served, and his wife explained each dish to the young man, such as Parma ham, Italian vegetable soup, and Florentine T-bone steak.

Knowing that Xiaofan wasn't very good with a knife and fork, she personally came to his side, bent down, and held his hand, carefully guiding him, which secretly pleased Xiaofan. In a rhythm of sipping wine and eating meat, they ate and drank their fill in just over an hour, and prepared to take the remaining half-bottle of wine back to the hotel.

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