【Distant Shadows Sweeping Away Dust】(1-5)

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Chapter 1: The Trouble Begins with the Scarf

"Honey, have you seen my strapless bra?" my wife called from the bedroom. Her company was

having a party tonight, and she came straight to the bedroom to change.

"What? A strapless bra? Never seen one before," I

replied impatiently from my study, looking at the original textbook that had just arrived.

"Sorry, it's a strapless bra." My wife majored in English and now works at a

translation company. She often speaks with English mixed in at home. I've told her many times I don't like it, but she just won't

change. What's even more infuriating is that during sex, when I ask her to say lewd things, sometimes she speaks in English. I can understand it, but

I feel nothing.

"How would I know about your stuff?"

"I remembered, I threw it away." The sound of high heels. "Honey, what should I do? You have to give me

an idea."

I looked up and saw her standing in front of me, wearing that off-the-shoulder evening gown. "You threw it away, what does it have to do with me

?"

"It's all because you played with it every day, you made it too big for me, so I threw it away. It's your

confidence." My wife tried to act tough while being coquettish, but at the same time her face turned bright red and

she lowered her head involuntarily.

"Then don't wear it, it's sexier this way." I teased deliberately.

"You idiot, I'm not joking with you, hurry up and think of a solution." My wife regained her composure.

My wife always said I was a bookworm. Not long after we met, she told her girlfriends, "He's just like a German

, rigid, meticulous, obsessed with data and evidence, even when cooking, he has to study whether it's volume ratio or weight

ratio first..."

"Not weight, mass." I always corrected her.

"Okay, okay, mass, I can't stand you, you bookworm." My wife is shrewd and capable outside, and she does

some , but sometimes she relies on me.

"Then find that scarf."

"No, honey, I can show it to you at home, but it's too embarrassing to go out."

"Wife, that will show you how sophisticated you are."

"Then put it on me." It was a pale yellow, gossamer-thin silk scarf,

the only gift I bought for her on a business trip before we got married. One day, she showed it to me in a unique way.

"A sophisticated woman." That reaction became my self-comforting excuse when I later faced her beautiful girlfriends and complained that she wasn't

pretty enough .

In front of the dressing mirror, she gently closed her eyes, letting me pull her evening gown down to her waist. She gently wrapped the

scarf around her breasts, which appeared fuller with excitement, crossing it in front of her chest, wrapping it twice around her neck, and tying it gently

.

"Okay, how does it look?" I zipped up her evening gown and patted her shoulder lightly. She looked at herself in the dressing mirror and said softly, "No, it's really embarrassing." But at the same time , she slightly twisted

her body , clearly admiring herself. 　　"So elegant, so chic, go on." 　　"You said it, so I'm off. Make yourself something to eat tonight, there's food in the fridge." 　　Just as I decided to go to sleep without waiting for her, I heard the door open and walked out of the bedroom. 　　"Honey, I'm home." My wife saw me and said, "This is Xiao Wang, he brought me home." Behind her was a tall, thin young man. Hearing my wife's introduction, he came up and said, "Sister Zhang had been drinking , so I drove her home. Here are the keys." 　　"Thank you." I took the car keys and said politely, "Sit for a while!" 　　"No, I'm going back." He walked towards the door, glancing back at my wife. An uncomfortable feeling inexplicably welled up in my heart; there was something indescribable in his eyes. 　　"Honey." My wife came up and hugged my waist, her belly pressed tightly against my body, tilting her head back and calling softly . I suddenly felt like I was back in our courtship days. The first time we hugged, she hugged me like this, pressed against me, tilting her head back and looking at me shyly. After marriage, with the mundane routine of life, she never did that again. 　　"Did you miss me tonight?" Her soft voice carried the delicate fragrance of her breath, mingled with the faint scent of alcohol, to my nose. 　　"Yes, I missed you terribly." 　　"What did you miss about me?" 　　I'd asked her countless times to take the initiative, but she'd never. I never expected it to happen today. A surge of heat rushed from my chest to my brain, and I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her passionately. My mouth slowly slid towards the corners of her mouth, towards her face. 　　"Honey," she pushed my head away, "I'm going to wash up, wait for me." 　　"No, baby, don't go yet, let me admire your irresistible breasts." I started unzipping her evening gown. 　　She suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, pressing her whole body against me, and whispered in my ear, "No, honey, I can't wait." 　　"Okay, come on, I'll take your clothes off." 　　"Take your clothes off first." 　　"Why?" 　　"I feel embarrassed with your clothes on." 　　"Okay, I'll take mine off first." I quickly took off my clothes in the bedroom and went to the bathroom. My wife had already taken off her evening gown and hung it on the washing machine, and was untying her scarf. "Baby, let me untie it for you." 　　My wife seemed startled, and her hand trembled slightly. I was already behind her, with one arm around her, pulling her into my arms, and with the other hand on her breast, which was wrapped in the scarf, gently caressing it, while the other hand untied the scarf. "Hmm, it doesn't look like I tied it for you?" 　　"Those girls insisted on watching, saying they wanted to learn, so I untied it in the bathroom for them to see, and then I retied it myself, " my wife said softly. 　　After taking off all her clothes, I turned on the water. "Baby, let me wash you." I poured shampoo into my hand and gently massaged her hair. 　　After washing her hair, I applied shower gel all over her body, slowly massaging it in. Finally, I took one of her breasts in my hand and squeezed it hard. The smooth breast slowly slipped from my hand. I opened my hand again and squeezed it hard . In just a few moments, her fair breast flushed red, her nipple stood erect, and her breast also changed...

Her erection grew even stronger, and the blush quickly spread to her neck and abdomen. She closed her eyes,

letting out ecstatic moans.

When we first got married, we always showered together, and each time we quickly lost track of whether we were showering or making love

. Now, it's been a long time since we showered together.

"Baby, did those sexy big tits of yours drive all the men crazy tonight?"

Hearing this, my wife became excited, turning around and panting, "You rascal, I'll wash you.

" She gently knelt down, applying shower gel to my lower abdomen, skillfully stroking it. When she finally rinsed off the shower gel

, I was rock hard.

She suddenly swallowed my entire penis into her mouth, my glans pressing against her throat. I could clearly feel her

swallowing, and I felt my soul leave my body, ascending to heaven. Initially, I gave her oral sex. The first time I

gave her oral sex, she screamed loudly, eventually burying her head in the blankets.

After the second oral sex, she asked, "Honey, can I kiss you there too?" Seeing me nod, she buried her head

between my legs, gently taking my glans into her mouth and licking it lightly with her tongue. I felt myself swelling,

swelling.

"Oh, baby, I can feel your tongue, it feels so good, I love you, I love you to death,"

I murmured incoherently.

She looked up at me seductively, then suddenly lowered her head and swallowed me whole, making swallowing motions

. The contractions of her throat muscles on my glans made me feel as if she were swallowing me whole. A wave of

heat rose from my lower body, quickly rushing to my limbs and the top of my head, and my whole body involuntarily trembled.

I knew I was about to explode, so I pushed her head away and weakly called out, "Baby

, I..."

In that instant, she raised her head and lightly licked the tip of my penis with her tongue. An

indescribable, unbearable stimulation spread throughout my body, and the urge to explode vanished instantly, my penis

softening. She then took the glans into her mouth, gently licking it with her tongue, and when it became fully erect again

, she swallowed it whole.

"From heaven to hell, from hell to heaven." That was all I could think of at that moment.

That day, I swam between heaven and hell many times, finally climaxing wildly inside her. Looking at her face

lying beside me, I clearly heard a voice in my heart: "Goddess, having such a goddess, even death would

be worthwhile."

Looking at her kneeling between my legs, feeling the stimulation of swirling between heaven and hell, I couldn't control my

impulse. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He put her on the bed and started kissing her from her earlobe down to

her nipple, lingering there for a long time. Then he kissed her down to her waist, thighs, down to her toes, back

to her nipple, down again, and finally stopped between her legs.

"Baby, your flower has bloomed, so beautiful, so captivating." I

lifted her head with one hand, letting her look down, and gently licked her labia majora: "These are your outermost petals." Then I

ran my tongue over her labia minora: "Baby, these are your second petals, pink and so vibrant."

Finally, I stopped my tongue at the entrance of her vagina: "Baby, this is your heart, still dripping with nectar, so

alluring . No wonder people say women are flowers, and you are the most beautiful of all. I want to

taste every single one of you."

I buried my head between her legs, and she let out seductive moans. Finally, I felt her whole body

begin to tremble. She grabbed my hair and cried out, "Husband, thrust in, I want you."

"Thrust where, baby?"

"Thrust into my little cunt."

"With what?"

"With your big cock, husband, thrust quickly, I can't take it anymore."

I pressed the head of my penis against the entrance of her vagina. She raised her head, looking at me with hazy eyes, and gently supported

me with one hand.

Her vagina was always very tight. When I used my fingers, I could only insert one at a time. I tried several times to insert two,

but failed each time. Only once did she get particularly excited and ask me to insert another one. After much effort, I managed

to insert it, and I felt her vaginal opening gripping my finger tightly, like a thin rubber band stretched to

its limit, ready to snap at any moment. I didn't dare to move. She also said it was uncomfortable and carefully withdrew her

finger .

I slowly pushed my glans in, and when the entire glans was inside, she whispered, "Push, husband."

She always said to be gentle, except for the first time when she said push. This was the second time. I thrust in suddenly.

"Ah!" she cried out loudly.

"Did I hurt you, baby?"

"No, it feels good, harder."

I thrust powerfully, and each time she let out a scream. Her screams brought me to

the edge of heaven, and I became extremely excited. "Little baby, tell me, what are you?"

"Your dirty slut, your dirty bitch

," she said in English again.

"Slut, say it in Chinese."

"No, foreigners use English when they fuck people with their big dicks, I'm used to it."

The first time I asked her to say she was being fucked by a foreigner, she almost got angry with me. Later, she slowly agreed, but only after

I begged her. I never expected her to say it on her own this time. Suddenly, I felt nothing,

no hearing, no sight, only feeling like I was floating on clouds.

"Honey, did I bite you too hard?" This voice pulled me back from the clouds. "I bit your shoulder

. I was so excited I didn't know anything. I only realized I was biting your shoulder when I woke up."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Just then, I felt a slight pain in my right shoulder. I poured the semen from the condom onto

her breasts and gently rubbed them. This was her favorite aftercare action; occasionally she would eat the semen, but I

knew she didn't really like it, it was purely to make me happy. Because of this occasional act, we always used

condoms with edible flavoring.

"Honey." She didn't close her eyes to enjoy it as usual, but looked at me and called out softly, clearly wanting

to say something.

"What is it, wife?"

"Nothing," she said hesitantly.

"Wife, we're husband and wife. We have to face difficulties together, share pain together, and share joy."

"I know, you always say that even if I were raped, I'd tell you, we'd face it together, we'd share it together.

"

"You're not really going to be raped, are you?" I looked at her and asked seriously.

"No, but it might be worse than that."

"What!" For some reason, the boy's eyes suddenly appeared in my mind. I felt

an indescribable fear rise from the bottom of my heart, like a ghost choking me; I could barely breathe.

"Wife, don't be afraid. Tell me. No matter how hard it is, we'll face it together, and we'll definitely overcome it." I

mustered my courage , cupped her face, and said, but it felt like I was talking to myself, trying to

bolster my courage in the face of fear.

"I'll tell you." My wife stared at me for a long time before finally making up her mind.

"To be continued" Chapter Two: The Beginning of Purgatory

"Husband, I'm sorry." My wife hesitated for a moment, then murmured again.

"It's okay, wife, just tell me, we'll face it together." I gently stroked her hair and said.

"Honey," she paused, then said in an almost inaudible voice, "the scarf wasn't untied for

the girls , it was untied by that Xiao Wang in the car downstairs."

Although the previous events had given me some mental preparation, these words still

hit me like a blunt object, leaving me numb and paralyzed on the bed as if I had lost all my strength.

"Xiao Wang started pursuing me before New Year's Day last year. At first, I thought it was just a whim like with that rich guy,

so I didn't take it seriously. I just told him seriously that it was absolutely impossible, but he wouldn't give up. I

patiently reasoned with him, refused him firmly, lost my temper, and finally used my managerial authority to reprimand him, but nothing worked.

Lately, he's kissed me several times in my office. I didn't expect that tonight he would deliberately not drink. When it was time to leave,

he offered to drive me home. The other colleagues didn't know, so they agreed to let him drive me. When he got to the car downstairs, he

suddenly hugged me and said that I was especially elegant and charming tonight. He kissed me in the car, and then he kept

taking off my clothes and kissing my neck, chest, breasts, and nipples along the scarf. Then he took

off and kissed me wildly."

My wife's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but every word was like a thunderclap in my ears.

Last year, she also told me that a rich guy from out of town was pursuing her. She met him by translating documents for his company.

He kept sending her flowers and would fly over to see her from time to time. When she told me, she didn't hesitate at all; she

just told me directly.

When I asked her what she planned to do, she confidently said, "Honey, you don't need to worry about it. I can handle it.

I thought it was nonsense before and didn't take it seriously, but now I'm confident I can solve it myself. You can step in if I really can't."

A month later, my wife casually mentioned after work, "Honey, I've taken care of that rich guy."

But this time was clearly different from the last.

"It might be worse than that." These words suddenly rang in my ears.

"Have you accepted it?" I finally mustered my courage and asked tremblingly. At that moment, I felt like

a condemned prisoner asking the executioner if he was going to the execution ground.

"Yes." She paused for a moment, "The last few times he kissed me, I didn't resist at all.

Tonight I felt very happy, full of energy, full of desire, as if I had returned to my youth."

I felt the whole world leaving me. I wanted to reach out and grab her, I wanted to grab something, but I

couldn't move at all. That hissing sound, sealed deep in my mind by the years, burst forth like a demon from its imprisonment,

recklessly filling the entire world.

It was shortly after I put on my uniform, during a routine mission. They miscalculated the direction and distance, so

the forward observation target became the objective, and I was on that forward observation target. The hissing sound of that thing, a symbol of death,

approaching haunted my nightmares for a long time, until years buried it deep in my mind.

But now, I clearly hear that terrifying hissing sound again. I know this time I'm going to lose what she brought

. It's exactly the same as before—not huge, but not small; not sharp, but not dull; not

loud, but not weak. It just firmly fills the entire world,

tearing and throwing it into the endless void, penetrating deep into my bones, ripping my entire body into pieces, expelling it

from this world, leaving my soul trembling helplessly in that hissing sound.

'I'm not reconciled. I can't die here like this.' The thought that came to mind when I lay in the shallow ditch years ago surged

back , and my body regained its vitality in that instant. I grabbed my phone and dialed Liu Xiaofeng's number.

I wanted to call Liu Xiaofeng and tell him to find a way to destroy this bastard.

"Honey, I can't control myself. I'm afraid of losing you. I can't lose you. Please, think of

something , don't let me lose you!" My wife suddenly hugged my neck and screamed hysterically. "I want to escape from here." That was the impulse that surged within me when

I saw that dark figure menacingly lunging at me from the sky while I was lying in the shallow ditch . 　　"Use emotion in life, but when faced with problems, you must use reason," my mentor, who had endured many hardships during often told me. "You can't move. Lying here is the best option," my reason told me. 　　In the end, reason triumphed over impulse. I couldn't act rashly, not only for myself, but also for the woman I had secretly sworn to protect with my life. 　　"Hey, Lao Ma," Liu Xiaofeng's sleepy voice came through the phone. 　　"Xiaofeng, it's me," I tried to keep my voice calm. 　　"What's up, Lao Ma?" 　　"Nothing, I just accidentally bumped the phone and dialed." 　　"Were you and your wife being too passionate again? You two are so lovey-dovey, everyone knows that, why do you have to provoke us? One day I'll snatch your wife away, then we'll see how smug you are." Liu Xiaofeng joked on the phone. 　　"Pah! I'll snatch Xu Zhiying away first." I joked back. 　　"Really nothing?" Liu Xiaofeng asked. "Really nothing. 　　" I replied. 　　"Then I'll hang up!" Liu Xiaofeng hung up. 　　Liu Xiaofeng was my classmate in graduate school. If others are second-generation rich kids, he's a first-generation rich kid. Xu Zhiying is his...

His wife, also from a prominent family, was essentially married to him; their marriage was, in fact, a political one. The current

company is a three-

way relationship between Liu Xiaofeng, his wife, and me. Liu Xiaofeng returned to China after completing her master's degree, while I, driven by youthful enthusiasm, donned

a uniform . It was during this time that I met, fell in love with, and married Zhang Ya.

Only after donning the uniform did I realize how incompatible that world was with me. When the acknowledged authority finished explaining how many of those

advanced weapons

would solve the problem, I stood up and argued that they only repeated the conclusion without providing evidence. I claimed I had previously calculated their effectiveness, concluding that their impact was limited, and that the actual actions of that acknowledged

powerful nation could roughly estimate their effectiveness.

Before I finished, an uproar erupted—angry, mocking, terrified, and numb.

In short , I was labeled a "dangerous item.

" "War relies on intelligence." But here, there was only empty rhetoric and ignorant, shameless flattery; the fundamental elements of intellectual activity—empirical evidence,

logic , and reasoning—were completely absent. At that moment, I understood why some people

roam the world freely while others are confined to a corner of the world, and I also understood that it was time for me to leave.

It was less than a year after I took off my uniform when Liu Xiaofeng, having somehow heard about it, contacted me, wanting to

partner to start a company. I would be responsible for the technology,

which was a perfect fit for my expertise. "Let me meet him first," my wife insisted firmly after hearing about Liu Xiaofeng's partnership proposal

. "Where will the funding come from?" my wife asked after meeting Liu Xiaofeng and hearing his plan.

"Funding isn't a problem," Liu Xiaofeng replied.

"I don't mean whether there's funding, I mean the source of the funding," my wife insisted.

"Our family can provide it," Liu Xiaofeng replied.

"No, it must be obtained through normal channels. Company matters must be handled according to economic practices; we can't

get involved with anything else, that's too dangerous," my wife said firmly.

"I'll discuss it with my family," Liu Xiaofeng replied.

"Honey, starting this company is a gamble with our lives. If it doesn't work out, we can start another one, but

we can't get involved with those kinds of people. If something goes wrong, we'll have no chance to recover."

In the end, Liu Xiaofeng's father agreed with Zhang Ya's opinion. Later, when we were having dinner, he said to her, "

I'm relieved to have you working with them." In the end, my wife didn't join us but applied for a job at a

translation company.

"Let me meet him first."

Yes, let's do that for now.

"Honey, don't worry, we can definitely handle it. Let me meet him first, okay?"

My wife nodded, buried her head in my chest, and quieted down.

(To be continued) Chapter 3 Reminiscence (Part 1)

My hand gently rested on my wife's hair. I couldn't sleep, my mind was in turmoil, and slowly, memories flashed

through my mind like a movie.
My acquaintance with Zhang Ya wasn't romantic; it was through an introduction.
That day, I went to the main gate of my workplace to run some errands. The person I needed to meet wasn't there, so I wandered into the next room. Several

colleagues were there, one of whom was a young female colleague. We were chatting 　　about all sorts of things when
, out of nowhere, a colleague said, "Xiao Ma, let me introduce you to a girlfriend .

"
"Sure," I replied casually, assuming he was referring to this female colleague. We were fairly familiar with each other, but she wasn't my type, and I knew she wasn't interested in me either, so I just agreed as a joke. 　　"Old Ma, you really don't have a girlfriend?" 　　the female colleague asked seriously. 　　"Really, no, introduce me to one," 　　I answered seriously, thinking to myself, "Let's see what you do next." 　　"I have a friend who's really great, let me introduce you," 　　the female colleague said. 　　"Sure," 　　I said, a little flustered, not expecting her to take it seriously. 　　"I'll call her then." 　　"Okay." 　　Just then, someone from next door called me; the person I needed to handle had arrived, so I went to do it. 　　When I returned, the female colleague told me she had made the call and the person would be here shortly. 　　We were chatting when the internal phone rang, saying someone was looking for the female colleague at the main entrance. 　　The female colleague went to greet them, and I stood up and went to the entrance as well. I saw her coming with two girls, and I quickly glanced at them, then began to scrutinize one of them more closely. 　　I always think it's polite to start by observing the less attractive women. 　　This young girl was plain-looking, the kind of face that wasn't particularly striking, but was pleasing to the eye nonetheless . If there was anything special about her, it was that her skin was fair, but not exceptionally so. 　　After observing her, I shifted my gaze to another woman, and my heart began to race. She had a classic oval face, delicate features, long, flowing hair, and a white dress that accentuated her slender figure. 　　"Oh my god, my dream girl!" 　　I thought to myself, knowing it had to be her, because no woman would bring someone prettier than herself on a blind date. 　　"Old Ma, this is my friend, Zhang Ya," 　　my female colleague introduced, pointing to the plain-looking girl. 　　God, can't you let women be a little more reliable?! "Hello," 　　she said, extending her hand. Taking advantage of the handshake, I looked her over again. A few faint freckles dotted her slightly fair face and the tip of her nose. 　　Her shoulder-length curly hair shimmered slightly yellow in the sunlight. 　　I've always admired natural beauty and disliked women perming their hair, especially dyeing it. 　　I forced myself to appear happy and enthusiastic, suppressing what was less unpleasant and more disappointing than genuine displeasure. 　　"This is Zhang Ya's friend, Chen Lina." 　　As we shook hands, I glanced at her again; on her classically beautiful face, I noticed obvious makeup on her eyes and lips. 　　A slight unease rose within me, perhaps more of a self-comforting feeling. 　　Later, at everyone's urging, I treated everyone to dinner at my usual restaurant. The proprietress, hearing it was my first time treating my girlfriend , arranged for us to stay in the largest private room.

While waiting for the food, watching the karaoke machine, someone suddenly suggested, "Ms. Zhang has a very nice voice, she

must well too, why don't you sing a song?"
"Zhang Ya is the Zhang Ya from the radio station a couple of years ago,"
Chen Lina said.
I neither watch local TV nor listen to local radio, so naturally I knew nothing about her.
"You're that Zhang Ya! I used to love your show the most, I never expected to meet you in person today,"
a colleague of mine said with a look of surprise.
"The host of that show a couple of years ago was transferred, and we couldn't find anyone else for a while. Our boss and the station director are

classmates, so they asked me to temporarily fill in, and that's why I used my real name,"
she said casually.
During the meal, I learned that she and Chen Lina were roommates, and neither of them lived in this small city.

Chen Lina 's home was in a nearby county, while hers used to be in this city, but had now moved to a place thousands of miles away.
After the meal, someone teased us to exchange gifts.
"I'm so sorry, Liu Ping didn't mention this on the phone, she just said we were going shopping together, so I didn't bring any gifts.

Let's exchange contact information and keep in touch,"
she said, blushing slightly.
After that, whenever I wasn't working overtime on weekends, I would invite her and Chen Lina to dinner and hang out. That's

how we gradually became familiar with each other, and then we got to know her close friends. Sometimes I would treat them to dinner, and sometimes

they would cook for us.
Her friends initially saw us as lovers, but I always felt we were just friends.
I don't know when it started, but it was always just the two of us eating together; her friends, including Chen Lina, faded from our

lives.
Our favorite thing to do was to take a leisurely walk with her after dinner.
Along with this, the weather changed.
The weather gradually turned cooler, and a light drizzle followed.
One time, after a walk, a cool breeze carrying dampness blew by after the rain. I saw her shiver, and

instinctively I pulled her close, as if to shield her from the cold wind.
She instinctively struggled a little, then leaned against me gently.
At that moment, a delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils.
I had only ever smelled perfume on Chen Lina before, never on Zhang Ya, and

this faint, delicate fragrance was particularly pleasant.
"Your perfume smells wonderful,"
I said softly.
"I never use perfume,"
she paused. "Westerners have strong body odor; perfume is for them to cover it up. I

don't ."
"But you really do have a faint fragrance." "
Maybe it's the scent of lavender on my clothes."
I knew she liked to make sachets of herbs to hang in her wardrobe. Later, when I went on a business trip to Xinjiang, she even asked me

to bring back lavender.
Later, driven purely by curiosity, I paid attention to her clothes after she took them off. I discovered that neither her outer nor

inner had any fragrance, and she herself had no scent, yet the combination created a faint fragrance, giving

a sense of tranquility, a sense of mystery.
An intoxicating fragrance! I couldn't help but pull her into my arms, my lips pressed against hers.
"No, people on the street will see!"
she cried, pushing my head away in a panic.
I released her, gently putting my arm around her waist, and slowly returned to her dormitory.
The dormitory was dark; Chen Lina wasn't there.
Entering the dormitory, I felt an impulse. I suddenly pulled her into my arms, stood close to the wall, and pressed

my lips to hers.
She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, pressing her entire body against mine.
I felt a warmth and softness I had never experienced before, a surge of indescribable excitement,

comfort, and pleasure coursing through my body.
She extended her tongue to my mouth, and I felt as if I were holding a delicious treat I had never tasted before, greedily sucking on it .

Her tongue skillfully licked my tongue, my mouth, and my teeth, endlessly entwining with mine

.
I don't know how much time passed before she withdrew her tongue. I felt a distinct suction, and

instinctively offered my own tongue. I felt a gentle sucking, and before I knew it, I felt my whole body floating on clouds.
From then on, I often put my arm around her waist when we went for walks.
Kissing became a must whenever we met. I always initiated it, and she would completely take the initiative. Her

exquisite kissing skills made me wish I could live in that kiss forever, never to be separated from her.
With the changing weather comes our annual routine: I accompanied my boss to a subordinate unit over a hundred miles from the

city for guidance. That weekend, my boss instructed me to go back to a neighboring unit to help with

a technical issue, and then have breakfast at my unit the next day before heading to the neighboring unit.
After resolving the issue, I declined the invitation to dinner and had the driver take me to Zhang Ya's dormitory.
It was a rare warm day.
Chen Lina was washing her hair at the door. I called out to her, and she looked up.
This was the first time in a long time that I'd seen her without makeup.
"A beauty emerging from the water,"
I thought to myself.
"Zhang Ya, your husband's here!"
Chen Lina called out towards the dormitory.
When Zhang Ya came out of the dormitory, I was still staring at Chen Lina.
"Isn't she beautiful?"
Zhang Ya's tone clearly showed some displeasure.
"No, I'm just wondering why someone so beautiful would need such messy makeup,"
I whispered deliberately in her ear, but it was the truth.
I had never seen Zhang Ya wear makeup, or rather, it never appeared to be.
Once, one of her close friends was talking about makeup, and I said I liked Zhang Ya without

it .
One of her friends said, "Don't fall for her tricks. Your Zhang Ya doesn't wear makeup, but let alone

the face cream she uses, her colorless lipstick alone is more expensive than our cosmetics."
Later, I discovered that her cosmetics and clothes were all high-end brands.
Once, she wore a dress, twirled around in front of me a few times, and asked, "Am I pretty?"
"Beautiful."
I paused, then joked, "But the fabric of this dress looks a lot like the cotton my mom used to spin."
I knew in my heart that this dress was definitely expensive.
Although I had never been exposed to high-end clothing before, this dress gave me an intuitive feeling of luxury.
"Haha, Zhang Ya, don't scare your mother-in-law when she comes."
Chen Lina laughed so hard she bent over.
"What do you mean?"
I asked, knowing the answer already.
"What do you mean? Ask your Zhang Ya how much fabric your mom used to spin for one of her dresses."
Later, when we returned to our hometown, my sister said to her, "Sister-in-law, your clothes are all so nice, they make you look so

elegant."
So she gave my sister a lot of clothes.
Seeing this, my mother said to my sister, "Don't ask your sister-in-law for so many clothes, her clothes must be very expensive."
"Hmph, you're lying."
She stared into my eyes and said coquettishly.
"But, her hair is quite pretty."
I had no choice but to change the subject.
"I know you guys... like long hair."
She paused for a moment. "My hair has always been blonde and naturally curly, so I dare not grow it long.

I even envy Nana's beautiful hair."
Oh, I see.
I suddenly noticed that her hair shimmered slightly in the sunlight, highlighting her fair face and making her look

especially beautiful.
"Ya'er, I'll wash your hair from now on,"
I whispered in her ear.
She gently rested her head against my chest, looking up at me softly.
"What are you looking at? As the saying goes, men dress up for their own pleasure,"
I said.
"You're shameless,"
she whispered in my ear, almost simultaneously wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, pressing her whole body against mine.
"Hey, we should be mindful of appearances in public,"
Chen Lina laughed.
"You brat, hurry up and wash, let's go eat together,"
Zhang Ya said, releasing her arms from me with a coquettish laugh.
During dinner, I suddenly had a whim and said, "Let's go dancing."
When I was an undergraduate, dancing was all the rage across the country, but back then it was probably only popular in these more remote areas

.
I had learned to dance in school, purely out of a desire to understand what dancing was all about, and after learning it, I had absolutely no interest in

it .
"Go dancing with your girlfriend,"
people I knew said when I was walking with Zhang Ya.
I noticed that every time people said that, she looked at me with a longing in her eyes.
"She likes to dance!"
I thought to myself.
"Then let's go back and change,"
Zhang Ya said happily.
I waited for them outside their dorm to change. When they finally came out, Zhang Ya was wearing a slightly tight-fitting

collared thin sweater that accentuated her curves, giving her a swaying gait.
Her clothes had always been rather loose, giving her a special air about her rather

than drawing attention to her figure.
This was the first time her curves were on full display.
I was stunned.
"Let's go,"
she said, pinching my arm and taking my hand.
Outside the dance hall, Chen Lina saw a car and said, "Ugh, he's here too. I'm not

going."
"Why are you afraid of him?"
Zhang Ya laughed.
"Who's afraid of him? Let's go!"
Chen Lina said petulantly.
I glanced at Zhang Ya, who secretly pinched me, and I didn't say anything more.
As soon as we entered the dance hall, a young man of medium height and somewhat stocky build swaggered over: "

Nana , you're here."
Chen Lina turned her face away petulantly and didn't speak.
"Zhang Ya, who's this? Introduce him."
His tone was very unpleasant.
Zhang Ya took my arm and gently rested her head on my shoulder: "I'm my boyfriend, Ma Xinwen."
"This is Li Chao,"
Zhang Ya introduced me as well.
I danced a song with Zhang Ya first, and both she and Chen Lina were amazed: "You really can dance, you dance so well."
I smiled wryly. To me, dancing was just about certain technical moves; there was only right or wrong, not good or bad.
After dancing with Chen Lina for a song, I really lost interest.
Then I saw a piano in the corner, clearly untouched for a long time.
I went over and tried it, and it worked! So I ignored everything else and sat down to play.
"How come you can play the piano?"
"I always have,"
I replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.
"Then from now on, I'll play the xiao (vertical bamboo flute), and you play the piano, and we'll play together."
Her eyes sparkled mischievously.
Good heavens, what kind of duet was that?
Of course, she really did have a xiao, and she played it very well.
After dancing, Chen Lina and Li Chao were already inseparable. Chen Lina got into Li Chao's car and asked,

"Do you need me to take you home?"
"You guys go ahead, we'll go home ourselves,"
Zhang Ya replied.
Watching their car drive away, Zhang Ya said, "Li Chao is Li Baiwan's nephew, the only son in the Li family.

But he's a bit of a goofball. Chen Lina and he can be together all night when they're happy, and not see each other for months when they're unhappy."
Oh, I see.
Later, sometimes the four of us would get together.
One day, Chen Lina whispered to me, "Old Ma, you know what? Li Chao likes Zhang Ya and has been pursuing her, but Zhang

Ya has never even looked at him. You easily won her over, and he hates you so much."
No wonder he always tries so hard to outdrink me, but his alcohol tolerance is nowhere near mine, and

he always ends up completely drunk.
But I still doubted Chen Lina's words. Who would have a stunningly beautiful woman by their side and still pursue a plain-looking one?
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: "If you had to choose, which of the two would you pick?"
I was stunned for a moment, then chuckled to myself: "Do I even have a chance to choose?"
As soon as we entered her dorm room, we couldn't wait to press our lips together. My hand involuntarily went to

her chest, gently caressing it through her clothes.
She seemed particularly excited; her sucking and entwining were much more intense than before.
I suddenly felt an urge and said breathlessly, "Ya'er, let me touch it inside."
As I spoke, I slipped my hand inside her clothes.
Her bra was loose, and my hand went straight in, instantly feeling an indescribable softness, like water

, yet with an inexplicable slipperiness that traveled through my hand, my shoulder, and straight to my brain.
I gently caressed her, and after a while, she pulled away from my lips and softly said, "Turn on the light, take off my clothes

, let you admire me, do you like it?"
I happily turned on the light. She stood against the wall, her eyes slightly closed, her face flushed.
I gently took off her sweater, and she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. I

carefully , revealing her two fair breasts.
Her breasts were shaped like bamboo shoots, slightly drooping, with dark brown areolas at their snow-white tips,

each about half the size of my palm. In the center of the areolas were equally dark brown, erect nipples.
"Do you like it?"
she said softly, subtly swaying her breasts. Her pair of snow-white peaks

trembled , the deep areolas gleaming alluringly.
"I love it! You're so captivating!"
I gasped, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking desperately.
"Harder,"
she said, panting softly.
"How harder?"
I asked eagerly.
"Use your hands to knead, squeeze, and twist, twist it all over. Take me in completely,

bite me hard with your teeth,"
she said, still panting.
"No, I'll bruise you,"
I said.
Her skin was very delicate, and I often left hickeys on her neck. Sometimes, if I used a little too much force, I

would also leave marks on her arms.
"It's okay, it won't bruise. These are just for you men to play with."
Hearing this, I suddenly felt a surge of heat within me. I gripped one of her

breasts tightly with one hand, kneading it desperately, while simultaneously sucking the other into my mouth and gently biting it with my teeth

.
(To be continued)

Chapter Four: Memories (Part Two)

And

so, every time we met, it began with a deep kiss, a frantic exploration of each other's bodies. My hands

caressed every part of her body, kissing every inch of her skin.

She, too, caressed and kissed my body, from my forehead to my toes! In public, we always called each other by our

names, but in private, our terms of address changed from names to husband and wife, and then from husband and wife to rogue and baby.

Every time I was with her, what ecstatic me most was her indescribable oral skills. I felt myself

swelling infinitely in her mouth, my entire soul being sucked into it, my whole being within her lips and teeth,

at her mercy.

But strangely, after I left her, I always missed the soft, smooth, and fleshy feeling in her hands

.

She was always most excited when I held her delicate flower in my mouth, my tongue frantically exploring her

mysterious depths. Her hands would frantically caress my head and back, often pulling my body towards her, desperately

nibbling at every place her mouth could reach.

But when I asked her which part missed me the most, she always said, "My breasts miss you the most. Every time you finish

, for the first two or three days, they hurt when I walk, I can't walk fast, and I can't wear high heels. But afterwards, they itch terribly

, and I long for you to play with me again."

"Then I'll be gentler next time, I won't hurt you, okay?"

I said tenderly, hearing her say this for the first time.

"No, it's comfortable when it hurts, I like it when you play with me as much as you want,"

she said shyly, pleading with me.

We lived like this, a life both ordinary and passionate, until one day, a sudden order came ordering us to

carry out a mission hundreds of miles away.

For a while after we parted, I couldn't help but miss the soft, smooth, and

fleshy feel of her breasts during my breaks from work. As time went by, the longing turned into a craving. Whenever I stopped working, I felt my hands

desperately yearning for that wonderful feeling, a craving like a venomous snake burrowing up my arms and into my heart, relentlessly tearing at me

.

I wondered how other men with wives or lovers managed. I always felt that having experienced the

wonderful , I simply couldn't live without it.

To resist this torment, I worked desperately, eagerly taking on any task,

reading whenever I had free time, even while eating.

My boss at work said many times, "You should learn from Ma Xinwen. No one has his higher education, no one has his stronger professional

skills , yet he still studies tirelessly. He does what you can't, and he even

volunteers for what you can. He never complains of being tired, seizing every spare moment to study; you could say he's always reading.

If

only you were even one ten-thousandth as good as him." Whenever I heard this, I could only smile bitterly to myself.

Finally, the task was over, and I couldn't wait to go see her.

We went to her favorite restaurant. I couldn't wait to finish eating quickly so we could be alone, but I desperately tried to

act refined and eat slowly. She ate slowly too, with a reserved air, like two men having a drinking contest

—both clearly exhausted but refusing to admit it, desperately trying to show off to each other.

Finally, she gestured for me to come closer to her with her eyes. She whispered, "Eat quickly, everyone knows you're thinking about something naughty.

Don't pretend to be so refined."

So I excitedly lowered my head and ate a few bites. When I looked up, she was still eating slowly. I leaned closer to her and asked, "Honey

, why aren't you eating faster?"

"Bookworm, you might as well die of a daze,"

she whispered, blushing.

I suddenly understood and said, "Come on, let me feed you."

She obediently let me feed her, and we hurriedly finished our meal and returned to her dormitory.

As soon as we entered, we embraced passionately.

I don't know how much time passed, but she whispered in my ear, "You pervert, turn on the light."

I turned on the light and found that we were already naked and pressed tightly together.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around my neck, and I picked her up and carried her to the bed. As she lay down, she

gently pulled me onto the bed and pressed me down onto it.

She passionately kissed my forehead, down my neck to my chest, and gently took one of my

nipples into her mouth. I felt my lower body uncontrollably swell, and I tried to push her down, but she

resolutely resisted.

Then she kissed my abdomen, down my thighs, to the soles of my feet. I felt a tickle, but

along with this tickle was a surge of desire that spread throughout my body. The desire that used to be limited to my lower body now permeated my entire being

.

Finally, she moved down my legs to my genitals and suddenly took me into her mouth.

I felt as if she had transported me to heaven one moment and then hurled me back to hell the next.

Finally, I grabbed her hair with both hands, roughly pulled her in front of me, pressed

my lips to hers, and fiercely sucked on them. I forced her onto the bed, kissing my way down her neck to her chest.

I held one of her breasts in both hands; her breasts were large, and I could only grasp part of one with each hand. This

time, I gripped one tightly with both hands, desperately sucking the other into my mouth.

"Harder, you rascal!"

she cried out passionately. "I've been so itchy lately, dreaming about you coming back every day."

I don't know how long I lingered on her chest, but my mouth slowly slid down to her abdomen, and like hers,

down her abdomen to her legs.

She grabbed my hair, guiding me between her legs.

I took her vulva into my mouth, sucking and licking it gently and roughly.

I felt her vulva tremble, her legs tremble, and finally her whole body tremble—her entire being

trembled.

She struggled desperately on the bed like prey being strangled.

After what seemed like an eternity, she suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled my head up in front of her: "You

rascal , just stick it in, I want you to stick it in."

"No, what if you get pregnant?"

I still had some sense.

"I bought condoms, they're in the box by the bed, get them out,"

she said urgently.

I rolled over and knelt, searching in the box. She crawled between my legs, wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed

her head against mine, and took me in her mouth.

I found the condom and placed it in her hand. She gently pushed me back onto the bed, put it on me, grabbed me

, looked up at me, and aimed it at her opening: "You rascal, thrust it in hard!"

I thrust my hips forward with all my might.

"Ah…"

she cried out pitifully, collapsing onto the bed.

"Baby, did I hurt you?"

I panicked.

She remained silent for a long time, finally saying, "No, it feels so good, it feels so good, pull out."

I pulled out, and she gently grabbed me again, looked up at me, and said, "Like before,

thrust it in hard."

I thrust in again forcefully, and she screamed again, falling onto the bed. This happened several times.

Finally, as I was about to pull out, she tightly gripped my buttocks with both hands: "Don't go out, husband, just keep thrusting inside.

"

I moved quickly inside her, and she lay limp on the bed, breathing rapidly.

I felt an

overwhelming .

"Baby, are you alright?"

I asked with concern, but she didn't respond.

My overwhelming urge vanished with her sharp breathing. I wanted to stop, but an

indescribable , making me move uncontrollably.

Suddenly, her entire body convulsed violently, like a fish out of water.

After the intense but brief spasm subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a depth of affection I had never seen before

. She wrapped her arms around my head and whispered, "You rascal, just kill me, just kill me already."

After the passion subsided, we hugged tightly and suddenly said at the same time, "We..."

"You go first,"

she said.

"You go first, Lady First,"

I said.

"You go first, you're my husband, I'll listen to you,"

she said, swaying gently and coquettishly.

"Let's get married,"

I said.

The next day we started busying ourselves with the marriage procedures: getting certificates, medical examinations, and registering. After several days of work, we finally got

the certificate.

Zhang Ya, holding the certificate, laughed, "You got lucky, you just tricked me into marrying you like that."

"Then I won't trick you anymore, okay?"

I teased her.

"No, from now on, when I let you trick me, you have to trick me hard, and when I don't let you trick me, you have to coax me into doing it,"

she said playfully.

I suddenly picked her up and put her on the bed, roughly tearing off her clothes: "Little girl, the most important thing is,

when I want to rape you, you have to obediently spread your legs so I can rape you."

"No, no, I won't let you,"

she said, and at the same time I could clearly feel her breasts harden.

That day we made love wildly, and she said seductively under me, "You scoundrel, this doesn't sound like you love your wife, it sounds like a john playing with

a prostitute ."

I felt even more excited when I heard this, and I pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her while increasing the force of my thrusts,

but she seemed a little disappointed, and after a while she pulled away from my mouth and said, "You idiot, when will you ever understand romance?

" Two days later, I saw the magazine she had put on the table, an article about how the author's lover called her a slut, a whore, and a bitch

during sex .

My heart skipped a beat when I saw it.

That night in bed, I told Zhang Ya that I would call her that like in the magazine, and she excitedly said, "Then

try it and see if I can accept it."

When we made love, I called her that, and every time I did, she excitedly responded, "Yes!"

But when I asked her what it was, she didn't say anything until later when she spoke English in bed

.

That day we were very passionate, and afterwards she said, "You're amazing! Luckily, I bought Durex condoms;

otherwise, you would have broken them long ago."

We rented a room, separated by a curtain, half as a bedroom and half as a kitchen.

Zhang Ya put a lot of effort into decorating it, making it very cozy, but I was always very busy, and the wedding was kept on hold

.

One day I told her I had to go on a business trip for about ten days. She was delighted and said, "Honey, this is what I'm thinking

. We're getting married now, we're adults, and we shouldn't rely on our parents anymore. So I think we shouldn't have a big wedding

. I'll go with you on your business trip, and we can have a destination wedding. I've always wanted to visit the city you're going to. When we get back,

we can invite your colleagues and a few of my girlfriends. We don't need to spend our parents' money."

And so, we began our destination wedding.

This business trip involved dealing with local authorities (our term for those outside our system). It was originally planned to take about ten days

, but Zhang Ya insisted on handling it with me, and we finished in just three days.

That evening, the other party treated us to dinner, making Zhang Ya the star of the show.

She always has a special kind of warmth and approachability. After we got married, our home quickly became the go-to place for the single men in our

department . Even though her cooking wasn't great, our long-distance boss led the way, and

all the single colleagues in the department loved to eat at our house. So much so that our boss stipulated everyone should bring food or drinks, and everyone always had

a great time.

Once, we had a fight, and on my way to work, I don't know how I said, "I can't live like this anymore

, let's get a divorce."

My boss overheard and said, "Come on, you. A wife this good is hard to find even with a lantern. You

're blessed, don't take it for granted. We're coming to your house for dinner tonight. If you and your wife don't make up by then, they'll give you a piece of their mind, and I

can't help it."

Not long after we returned to our hometown, my sister told my mother, "Mom, now my sister-in-law is

the apple of your eye, my brother and I have to take a backseat."

Not long after we got married, I once remarked, "If anyone can make me read English textbooks as fluently as I read Chinese, I'll

kowtow three times to them."

Zhang Ya said, "Honey, since your major requires you to read English books often, you should put in the effort to learn. From now on, I'll

stick to learning my second foreign language, French, and you can learn English. We 'll have a competition."

From then on, I resolved to study for at least two hours every day, learning everything from listening and speaking to reading and writing.

Many times I worked overtime until the wee hours of the morning, then studied for another two hours until dawn. Zhang Ya would get up to cook and let me sleep

a little longer . I would often vaguely feel her hand stroking my face: "My silly boy, you're so

pitiful."

A little over a year after we got married, I took off my uniform and returned to my hometown, and Zhang Ya came back with me.

We still rented a room in that small county town.

While waiting for work, many people advised me to look for jobs and try to find some, but neither Zhang Ya nor I

were capable of doing that. We just watched others find work, and Zhang Ya often comforted me, telling me to relax.

Once, while watching TV, I saw a leader from a county unit being interviewed, saying that their biggest difficulty was

the lack of professional talent, and they were actively recruiting such personnel.

After reading it, Zhang Ya excitedly said, "Honey, this is exactly my major. It's impossible for someone with this expertise to work in

a county town, and besides, I have work experience. You contact my old workplace, and I'll contact mine too. I

think applying won't be a problem."

So I contacted my old workplace, and she contacted hers. They both issued the necessary official letters, and my wife

went to apply.

When she came back, I asked how it went. My wife touched my face and said, "Honey, we were so foolish, so

naive ."

I understood. I suddenly remembered Bo Yang's article about talent.

Are they really not afraid of the court being filled with talented people? They really don't need to be afraid, because those talented people will

never give them a chance to be afraid.

Their descendants are left without exception. This nation, which claims to have elites, has been playing a horror game for thousands of years. How come they

still don't know fear?

When I protect our marriage and pray for their souls, I wonder if they are afraid.

I suddenly feel afraid. Will I one day fall to that point? Will I still know fear then? Finally,

I got a job—a job in a powerful organization.

That day, when I went to my workplace, the head of the unit said, "Our unit doesn't need more people. People like you, without experience and

ability , shouldn't have been hired in the first place. But it was arranged by higher-ups, so there's nothing we can do. You're a self-funded

employee; you'll have to learn from other self-funded employees in the future, otherwise you won't get paid, and there's nothing I can do."

I understood; it meant I had to ask that person, dressed in tattered clothes, whose face was etched with the hardships of life like my parents',

for so-called wages. Could

I bring myself to do it? Leaving the unit, I suddenly felt that this hometown that gave me birth and nurtured me, this

place that I never consciously thought of but was naturally connected to by blood, now had nothing to do with me. To it, I

was but a superfluous burden.

At my previous workplace, I felt it was just a temporary place, that I was adrift. Now, returning to my so-called

hometown, I felt utterly rootless.

I returned to our rented apartment, feeling utterly dejected. I wanted to tell Zhang Ya, but several times I opened my mouth, yet

I lacked the courage .

The people who had returned earlier advised me, "What they're doing is against policy; you should report it to your previous workplace."

I remembered the way people at that workplace looked at beggars, from the top to the most ordinary person! Even if

I reported it , would it make a difference? I spent my days in this sense of loss and confusion. Zhang Ya seemed to know, but she

didn't ask. She just silently took care of me and encouraged us to study foreign languages together.

One day, the weather was unusually warm, and Zhang Ya was washing clothes outside.

"Honey, bring me the clothes hangers,"

she called out from outside.

I took the clothes hangers out and handed them to her. Just as they reached her hand, she suddenly pulled her hand back: "

Didn't reach them.

"

She giggled, teasing me.

I suddenly became angry and slammed the clothes hangers to the ground. "Now you've reached them!"

She froze, standing there for a long time before silently squatting down to pick them up.

A gust of wind blew, lifting her skirt, and I suddenly realized how thin and frail she was, as if she might be

blown away at any moment.

Since arriving here, she hadn't adapted to the climate, and perhaps more so because of her bad mood; she had been constantly ill, only recently

getting a little better.

My heart ached, but I stood there motionless, simply watching her pick up the clothes hangers,

holding up the clothes one by one, and hanging them up.

That night, we made love under the covers, without turning on the light.

From the first time we made love, neither of us had said anything, but we both understood that making love with the lights on, appreciating

each other's bodies, and feeling each other's deep affection in our eyes was perfectly natural.

When it's cold and we want to make love, we play rock-paper-scissors under the covers to decide who turns on the light. I lose

and I turn on the light; she loses and then whines, but in the end, I turn on the light again.

Making love without the light on—this is the first time.

Not only is there no light, but there are no sweet words, no loving gazes, not even breaths.

I gently thrust into her, and she merely licks me lightly beneath me.

After we're done, she lies quietly, curled up with her back to me. My hand involuntarily reaches out

and touches her face, feeling its cool dampness.

I can clearly feel how much thinner her face is; her cheeks are covered in

rashes caused by the cold weather.

She abandoned her job, her friends, her familiar life, to come with me to this completely unfamiliar

world. For nearly a year, she has silently endured all of this, yet she still bravely encourages me.

"I must give this woman happiness. I will cherish her like a treasure, protecting her for the rest of my life,

even if it costs me my life,"

I silently vowed to myself.

So I contacted my classmates, and soon Liu Xiaofeng got in touch with me, saying he had come to this provincial capital with his father

and wanted to start a company, inviting me to join him.

So Zhang Ya and I came to this city and continued renting an apartment.

It wasn't until last year that we finally bought a house, giving me a sense of finally ending our wandering and settling down.

We were also planning to have a child, to be born before Zhang Ya turned thirty-five.

I thought we could finally live a stable life, but I never expected to encounter such a crisis.

(To be continued) Chapter Five: The Solution
The next day I was constantly troubled, but when I went to see Xiao Wang in the afternoon, I felt a strange sense of anticipation.
He walked over with Zhang Ya, and before he even got close, a strong scent of perfume wafted over. I frowned,

suppressing my displeasure as I glanced at him. He had a swaying, creamy look to his face—what women

call sunny and handsome, I guess!
"Zhang Ya is married. I hope you will stop harassing her." Once seated, I said bluntly.
"Even if she's married and has a family, she still has the right to pursue happiness and love.

We can compete fairly..." The young man, his face flushed with excitement, incoherently recited

lines from a TV drama.
For many people in this world, God gave them a head only to create self-proclaimed great men,

directors of romantic dramas, and pretentious cosmetics merchants. Clearly, this head belonged to that group.
I felt my fists clench so tightly they were about to break. Suppressing my anger, I coldly said, "Pursue happiness!

Pursue love! Do you know she's unhappy? Do you know we don't have love? You're hurting her."
"Sister Ya said you've never loved her; you're the one hurting her."
"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I say that?" Zhang Ya said, both anxious and angry.
"I'm not talking nonsense. You told those girls how much you envied their romantic love, that your husband is a

cold-blooded animal, never said he loved you, never sent you a flower, and that from the beginning of your relationship

it's bland, never passionate." He continued, still agitated.
"You've misunderstood, it's not what you think," Zhang Ya said hastily.
"A marriage without love is immoral. I hope you can let go. I will definitely give her the most romantic

love , I will definitely make her happy." He said, grabbing Zhang Ya's hand.
"What are you doing? Let go!" Zhang Ya said frantically, trying to pull her hand back.
I pinched my thighs, constantly telling myself to calm down, barely managing to stop myself from

punching him in the face.
"Take your hand away," I forced out through gritted teeth.
He reluctantly withdrew his hand, stood up, and almost shouted as he left, "We'll compete! I

'll give her true love! I'll love her forever!"
Back home, neither of us said a word. We lay in bed, both knowing we weren't asleep, but quietly pretending

, not even turning over.
This continued for several days. We were together, neither speaking, the house as quiet as if no one were there. She would occasionally

glance at me, her gaze quickly averting. They were still together; I could tell from her eyes.
At work, my mind often went blank. I would sit there, lost in thought, not knowing what to do, and oblivious to

what others were saying.
On Saturday afternoon, everyone who had worked overtime had left, leaving me alone in my office, lost in thought. Hearing the door open

, I looked up and saw Xu Zhiying walk in. "Brother, what's been going on lately?" she asked anxiously before even

sitting down .
She and Liu Xiaofeng were both younger than me, but from the first time we met, she insisted on calling me brother, while she called herself

sister . When I asked why, she always said, "You look like a little kid." Indeed, I have a baby face, so much

so that when Zhang Ya first met me, her friends teased her for fooling a middle school student.
"It's okay, I'm fine!" I said, feigning normalcy.
"You even tried to hide it from me! You've been so distracted these past few days. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll help

you," she said.
I hesitated for a long time before telling her the general situation, trying to downplay it.
"Damn it, it must be that clueless guy harassing Zhang Ya," Xu Zhiying said angrily. "

Leave this to me, I'll get someone to beat him up and see if he dares to do it again."
"I've thought of that too, but I'm afraid it won't work," I carefully chose my words, explaining that Zhang Ya was also a bit

ambiguous , but without making her think the situation was serious.
"Let me tell you, you need to spend more time with your wife from now on. A few years ago, when you started your business, you were short-staffed, had a lot of work, and often

worked overtime , neglecting your family and wife. Now that the company is on track and has reached a certain scale,

you don't need to worry about the technical details anymore. Make time for your wife. Women don't ask for much, just for a man to

be by their side; that's the greatest satisfaction, the greatest happiness..." Xu Zhiying began her lecture.
Looking at the eloquent Xu Zhiying, I suddenly wondered, was she satisfied? Was she happy? She was always

so energetic, always so radiant, yet she

didn't even . Was that girl, the girl who claimed to love Liu Xiaofeng, happy?
"I love Liu Xiaofeng, I truly love her," she said tenderly, her face radiant with happiness.
"She truly loves me; she hasn't asked me for a single penny in these past few years," Liu Xiaofeng added.
"If you were an ordinary person, would she love you? So she doesn't love you as a person, but rather your money.

She can go her whole life without asking you for a single penny, as long as you have money, as long as you're a rich man."
Hearing my words, Liu Xiaofeng fell silent.
"Then what do you think of her?" I asked.
"We're both men, you know without me saying it," he answered without hesitation.
"Then give her some money and send her away. The most crucial thing is to tell her how you see her.

Otherwise , you'll deeply hurt her, and ultimately, you'll hurt yourself too."
Of course, Liu Xiaofeng didn't do that.
Afterward, more than once at events attended by Liu Xiaofeng and his wife, I saw that girl watching

from afar . What was she thinking at that moment? Was she satisfied? Happy? But was Liu Xiaofeng satisfied?
Happy? Zhang Ya and I worked tirelessly, and now we live what others consider a good life. We've seen each other very little these

past few years. Often when I go back, she's already fast asleep. We rarely make love anymore; except for this last

time , it's almost always a lukewarm routine. Are we satisfied? Are we happy?
"Tell me," I couldn't help but ask, "what is life all about? What are people striving for?"
I saw Xu Zhiying suddenly stop, her face full of panic, grabbing my hand and asking with concern, "Brother,

are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I just wanted to discuss this philosophical question with you," I said calmly.
"Are you really alright?" Xu Zhiying clearly didn't believe me.
"I'm not crazy, look how scared you are," I smiled, changing the subject, "Tell me,

how come someone would be interested in someone as plain-looking as Zhang Ya, someone you'd easily lose in a crowd?"
"Zhang Ya isn't exactly beautiful, but she's definitely eye-catching in a crowd. She has a special aura,

giving off an otherworldly feeling; people are immediately drawn to her," Xu Zhiying said.
"How come I didn't notice?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.
As I expected, she launched into another long-winded lecture: "What do you men care about? All you know is

youth and pretty faces. As long as someone is young and pretty, then..."
Her ethereal beauty was perhaps what attracted that lovestruck young man! 'What would he think if he knew how Zhang Ya behaved in bed? He'd be terrified!' This thought suddenly popped into
my head . I was startled by my own idea. Watching Xu Zhiying walk out, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of liberation, and a strong desire 　　arose within me to go back and talk to Zhang Ya, to resolve the issue. 　　We ate dinner quietly, and Zhang Ya was about to return to her study when I stopped her: "Ya'er, shall ?" She sat down next to me, and I said, "Have you thought of a solution to that matter?" She shook her head and remained silent. 　　"Or, I'll have Liu Xiaofeng find someone to teach him a lesson." 　　"No, that won't do." She said nervously, looking up, suddenly appearing very flustered: "Honey, that's not what I meant... I didn't mean anything else, I'm just afraid you'll do something foolish." 　　"Then why don't you quit and stay home? Will that break you off with him?" I said again. 　　She didn't say anything for a long time, finally shaking her head and whispering, "That won't work either." 　　I hesitated for a long time, finally mustering up the courage to say, "Or, you could develop a deeper relationship with him." 　　She looked at me in confusion and asked, "Honey, what do you mean?" 　　"Tell me, what kind of person is he?" I asked. 　　"He," she paused, "is a bit naive, immature, and unreliable." 　　"True. He's the kind of good man cultivated and molded by excellent television dramas, his mind filled with romantic love , pure love, to the point of losing all sense of right and wrong. You have a special quality that perfectly matches his standards. If you get to know him better, he'll discover you're just a mortal who needs to eat, drink, and relieve himself, and he'll be disappointed . Then his unreliability will show, and you'll have conflicts. I've seen plenty of men like this. Before they get a woman, they'll use any trick in the book; once they have her, they're a completely different person, capable of anything. Then , naturally, you won't have any feelings for him anymore." 　　"No, no, that won't do," Zhang Ya said慌张地. 　　I gently pulled her into my arms and said, "Then what other way can you think of?" She gently shook her head. 　　I paused for a moment and said, "When you two start dating, remember, first, you have to tell me beforehand. I don't want you to feel like you're having an affair; that would be too exciting and you might get too caught up in it. Of course, don't tell me explicitly; you can't say it out loud, and I can't bear it either. Just make sure we both understand." 　　"Honey, don't say anymore," she said softly. 　　I ignored her and continued, "Second, don't let him know I agree. If he finds out, I 'll definitely kill him to silence him. Third, don't let your colleagues know; you're not unmarried after all, and you can't be openly dating. Fourth," I paused, hardening my heart, and said, "When you're together, you have to act like we were when we were dating . You have to take the initiative. The more you resist, the more he'll think you're innocent. If you take the initiative, it might scare him to death."

"Honey, please stop, please stop..." She shook her head desperately, but her tone was clearly hesitant.
That night I felt incredibly tired and finally slept soundly.
For the next few days, Zhang Ya came home from work on time every day. After dinner, we chatted together, and she was

particularly , making me feel like we were back to when we were dating.
Just as I was immersed in the feeling of being in love, that afternoon, she suddenly called, hesitatingly saying,

"Honey, I... that guy... I'll be home a little late tonight."
In an instant, I felt my whole body disintegrate into particles, my world vanished, I

could see nothing, hear nothing.
Suddenly, a piercing pain shot from my hand to my brain, pulling me back to reality.
Then I heard Zhang Ya's anxious voice on the phone: "Honey, what's that sound?"
I looked down and saw that I had picked up the utility knife on the table sometime during the night, broken it, and half of the blade was stuck in my

palm.
"Someone broke something. I have to go now, I'll hang up," I said calmly, then cut

a strip from my shirt and bandaged it up briefly.
"Mr. Ma, what happened? Do you need any help?" My assistant, Chen Jing,

asked anxiously .
"No, just wipe the bloodstains in my office," I said calmly.
By the time I returned from the hospital, it was completely dark. Entering the gate of the residential complex, I habitually looked up at our

house and saw that familiar golden light. I felt an indescribable sense of security and peace.
When we got married, Zhang Ya installed a light bulb in the room. She said that every night when I worked overtime, she would leave

the light on for me, letting the golden light warm me in the winter night. Later, no matter where we moved, she always

insisted on leaving the light on for me.
When I opened the door, she was still awake. Seeing the bandage on my hand, she was startled and asked with concern what happened.
"I accidentally cut myself with a knife," I said casually.
She hugged me, crying and saying repeatedly, "I'm sorry, honey, I'm so sorry."
"Okay, stop crying. Go get me something to eat! If I wait any longer, I'll starve to death instead of being cut by a knife,

" I joked.
As I ate, her face slowly relaxed.
After eating, I needed to use the restroom, and Zhang Ya said, "Honey, let me help you!" She held my penis and

said, "Honey, what will you do when you need to use the restroom at work tomorrow?"
"Then you come with me!"
"If I go, will you use the men's or women's restroom?" she asked with a giggle.
"If I can't, I'll just pee in your mouth," I joked.
"Go ahead and pee!" she said, gently shaking my penis, but the look in her eyes as she watched my stream of urine was

clearly ambiguous.
(To be continued
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