[The Incompetent Husband] Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Dead of Winter

The Hong Kong Huang's Group Investment Co., Ltd.'s office in T City was located

in the Regal Hotel high-rise building in the T City High-Tech Development Zone.

A young man dressed in Cantonese and Hong Kong attire led me to the chairman's office on the 28th floor via elevator. We knocked twice without

response , then knocked twice more. The door opened. "Please come in!" A tall, secretary-like woman ushered me

inside. I noticed a corner of her skirt was still stuck in her thong.

"Zhang Daniu, right? I've seen you before! Please have a seat!" Huang Yingfa stood up from the sofa and said to the young man and the

secretary , "This is Secretary Liu's relative; you must take good care of him."

"Yes!" "

Daniu, this is Secretary Wu, and this is Hua Zai. Hua Zai will tell you your specific duties." Huang Yingfa pointed to

the young man and said to me.

After leaving the chairman's office, Hua Ge, speaking broken Mandarin, introduced me to

everyone.

I was nominally Huang Yingfa's assistant, but in reality, I was his personal driver and follower. Brother Hua is a distant relative of Huang Yingfa

, a Hong Konger, mainly responsible for the chairman's daily life and company security. Before I arrived, Brother Hua

also served as Huang Yingfa's driver.

"Now that you're here, I can finally have some time to myself," Brother Hua sighed with relief.

"If I have any questions in the future, I'll need to ask you for help, Brother Hua!"

"It's nothing! Haha!" Brother Hua was pleased to see my politeness. "Come on! I'll show you

around ."

Huang Yingfa has three official vehicles: an imported Audi A6L, a Mercedes-Benz S600, and a

Land Rover SUV. The Mercedes-Benz is used for important occasions requiring a grand entrance, and also for weddings and funerals of

important figures or friends. The Land Rover SUV is for the private use of a few important figures. The Audi A6L

is specifically for the private use of key figures, as Audi cars are common in government departments and don't attract attention.

I couldn't help but admire Huang Yingfa; the reason he was able to make so much money was because he had thoroughly understood the ins and outs of society and officialdom

.

Accompanied by Brother Hua, I drove three cars around the streets and alleys a few times.

"Your driving skills are not bad, only a little bit worse than mine," Brother Hua said, both satisfied and disdainful.

My driving skills are thanks to my father's older brothers. When I was very young, they took pity on me, an orphan,

and often took me out. Over time, I learned to drive and got my driver's license early.

The next day, as soon as I got to work, I drove an imported Audi A6L sedan with Huang Yingfa to

several government departments in T City. He said that the Spring Festival was just a few days away, and he was taking this opportunity to deliver bank

cards to some important people, partly as a way of expressing gratitude and repaying them, and partly to pave the way for the coming year.

We didn't finish until evening. After work, as Juanzi had instructed, I gave Brother Hua two cartons of Marlboro cigarettes and

two bottles of liquor. Brother Hua is the kind of person who craves liquor and gets drunk easily.

He was very happy to receive the liquor from me. He then pulled me to the second-floor coffee shop, insisting on treating me to

coffee .

Unable to refuse, I reluctantly sat down with Brother Hua in a quiet spot in the coffee shop.

Just as we sat down, Brother Hua received a phone call; it sounded like General Manager Huang was calling him. He said he'd be right back and asked me to wait.

Brother Hua then hurriedly left.

I waited for Brother Hua while flipping through a magazine. At that moment, I received a text message from Juanzi saying she was working overtime and wouldn't be home until

later . I had just replied to Juanzi's text when a customer entered the cubicle. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but then

I gradually heard conversations.

…

“Secretary Wang, this is a gift of 1 million yuan to Secretary Liu; the password is on the back. This is 100,000

yuan …”

“Director Wei, what are you doing? I'll pass on Secretary Liu's for you; you don't need to give it to me…”

“Look at you, you've put in so much effort to get me promoted to deputy county head; you must accept it…”

After a series of polite exchanges, silence fell.

I secretly wondered if Secretary Liu might be Liu Shixiong. I was very curious; who was buying their way into the position in the cubicle?

So , I stood on the sofa and peered over the tall glass partition.

The lighting in the coffee shop was dim, with only two soft beams of light shining on each table.

I recognized one of the men; it was Secretary Wang. I didn't recognize the other man; he

was and fair-skinned.

"Secretary Wang, you just said that the leaders of T City are going to watch the T City Spring Festival Gala together at 8:30 pm?

Isn't Secretary Liu going?"

"It's being broadcast live on TV tonight. Secretary Liu is the top leader of T City, how could he not go?"

"It's already past six o'clock, it won't be a problem..."

"Hehe! No problem!"

...

"What time did you go up?"

"2:55 pm!"

"Director Wei, don't you use your brain? The longer it takes, the more reliable things are going in the room!

If things in the room are reliable, then your promotion is reliable, right?"

"That's right! That's right!"

"Don't be impatient, you've been waiting all afternoon, what's a little longer?"

"I'm not in a hurry! I'm not in a hurry! Come on! Have some tea..."

Just then, the phone rang.

"...I'm at the coffee shop...yes! Same spot...nobody else, just me and Secretary Wang...

okay! I'll wait for you!"

Director Wei let out a long sigh of relief and said to Secretary Wang, "She's coming down!"

"..."

A moment later, a beautiful woman in her thirties entered the cubicle with her head down.

"Secretary Wang, Secretary Liu wants you to go upstairs," she said softly, her head bowed.

"Oh, then I'll be going now."

"Secretary Wang, take care! I'll need your help with that matter!" "

Secretary Liu is always a man of his word, so don't worry!"

After Secretary Wang left, the two remained silent in the cubicle, the atmosphere somewhat heavy.

A moment later, the woman slumped onto the table and began to sob.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through this..."

"Waaah!" The woman's sobs grew louder as soon as she finished speaking.

The man quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her sobs.

"Don't cry. Once I become the deputy county head, I'll have power. With power comes money, and with money, you

'll have money too, right?... With power, you'll have face too, won't you?" He looked

smug .

"I did 'that' with Secretary Liu today... Will you be disgusted with me...?" She raised her delicate, tear-streaked

face.

"Of course not! I love you even more..." he said, cupping her face and kissing her

several times.

"You swear?"

"I swear I won't mind what happened to my wife today! And I'll love my wife for life! If I go back on my word,

may I be hit by a car and die..."

She silenced his with a kiss.

...

After a while of intimacy,

"Darling! I want to ask... I want to ask you, why did you stay upstairs for so long? Tell me, is Secretary Liu more powerful?

Or am I more powerful...?"

"You're so annoying! I won't tell you..."

"Good wife! Tell me..."

Just then, my phone rang.

The two of them stopped talking and stared at each other in surprise; they hadn't expected anyone to be in the cubicle.

The call was from Hua Ge, telling me he couldn't come and would treat me to drinks the following night.

By the time I finished the call, the couple in the cubicle had already left. I secretly cursed Hua Ge for calling now of all

times interrupting my eavesdropping.

That night, as I recounted what I'd overheard in the coffee shop cubicle to Juanzi, I found myself

unconsciously getting an erection, wondering if I was a pervert. I didn't care; since desire had arisen unexpectedly, I might as well

seize the opportunity. So, I rolled over and pinned Juanzi beneath me.

"You're hurting me!" Juanzi said, frowning as she tried to avoid my penetration.

"I'm sorry!" I said apologetically.

She grabbed my penis and rubbed it back and forth at the entrance of her vagina a few times before pressing it against her vulva and scolding, "

That's enough! You're so clumsy!"

"Oh!" I replied, my lower body sinking in, and with the help of her already wet vagina, my penis smoothly slid into her tender embrace.

After thrusting in and out for a little over a minute, I immediately felt my entire penis enveloped by the warm, soft walls of her vagina, which

were constantly undulating. I felt incredibly comfortable, and suddenly, a tingling sensation ran down my spine as I

ejaculated. For a long time, Juanzi and I lay there in silence. Then, I heard Juanzi sigh at the head of the bed. Usually,

I would fall asleep quickly, but today I wasn't sleepy at all. I was annoyed that I was still so inadequate.

When Juanzi woke up in the morning, she looked tired, was in a bad mood, and inexplicably picked a fight with me.

Was this what it meant for a woman to be sexually unsatisfied? Watching Juanzi's retreating figure, I felt guilty and ashamed.

I remember reading in a book that marriage consists of: finances as the foundation, sex as sustenance, children as the fruit of marriage, and

blissful .

As for finances, I'm a poor guy who can't even support myself, yet Juanzi is the sole

breadwinner . As for sex, my illness leaves a woman in the prime of her sexual life chronically hungry

. I can't give her sexual satisfaction, which is like not giving her sustenance, so for the sake of marital happiness, I shouldn't let

her go hungry. Given Juanzi's charm, many men should be willing to provide her with sustenance. And

compared to the source of sustenance, marital happiness is far more important. I not only need to be blissfully ignorant, but I need to actively create that bliss.

Juanzi is my beloved wife, my goddess; I love her more than I love myself. I must make her

happy, and I must find ways to do something for her.

I pondered for a long time, and a "plan for marital happiness" formed in my mind.

That afternoon, I sent Huang Yingsong onto a flight to Hong Kong. On the way to the airport, he gave me a

red envelope , which I resolutely refused. He said that after observing me for the past two days, he found me to be honest, reliable,

and a good driver; he was very satisfied with me. With the Lunar New Year approaching, he asked me to buy some New Year's goods for my family, and according to Hong Kong custom,

I couldn't refuse the red envelopes.

I had no choice but to accept them.

Through these few days of adjustment, I've basically grasped the key points of being an assistant, or driver:

first be honest; second, speak little, look little, and don't dwell on things. Be sure to keep your mouth shut and focus only

on driving; don't ask about or concern yourself with other matters, and if possible, don't even look at them.

On my way back from the airport, I passed the hospital where Yangyang was staying. Wondering how she was recovering, I

turned into the hospital.

Perhaps because it was close to the Lunar New Year, she was the only patient left in the ward; the other patients had all been discharged and gone home.

Yangyang was very happy to see me and pulled me to her bedside, pressing her body tightly against my arm. I

felt the soft, elastic strength only a young girl possesses.

I felt uncomfortable and tried to pull away.

However, Yangyang held onto my slender, delicate hand tightly, pouting and scolding me for a while, complaining that

I didn't visit her often. I smiled sheepishly and apologized to her.

My teacher's wife watched us bickering with a smile on her face.

I was relieved to see that Yangyang was recovering well.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Brother Hua. He asked, "Has General Manager Huang boarded the plane yet?"

I said, "General Manager Huang boarded the plane a while ago."

He continued, "I'll wait for you to come back. Don't forget we'll have drinks tonight."

I was about to say goodbye.

"You're leaving after just a short while! Really..." Yangyang looked unhappy.

When I left the hospital, I left the 2,000 yuan red envelope that Huang Yingfa had given me with my teacher's wife, asking her to

buy some nutritional supplements for Yangyang and a new outfit for the New Year.

Brother Hua and I went to a Cantonese restaurant near the company.

Brother Hua had only been in T City for two or three months. His usual work involved either accompanying Huang Yingfa

or working in a darkroom in a hotel. He rarely met people and therefore had no friends. Feeling lonely and isolated in a foreign land

, he felt a sense of closeness to me because of my honest and simple nature, politeness, and the gifts I gave him.

After a few drinks, he became more talkative.

Brother Hua was one of Huang Yingfa's closest associates in T City; Huang trusted him most, so he was involved in or knew about

many of the most confidential matters. The most important Chinese New Year was just a few days away, and he couldn't join Huang...

He returned to Hong Kong with Huang Yingfa because some confidential work there couldn't be delegated to him; he had to do it alone.

That work involved the security and surveillance of the top two floors of the Regal Hotel. The Regal Hotel was actually a place where Huang Yingfa used to cultivate and corrupt government officials, specifically catering to high-ranking officials from the government, military, and even the central government. Despite its name, it operated like a hotel. Only floors below the 25th were actually used for hotel functions; floors 26 to 28 were used for company offices; and floors 29 and 30 were dedicated to entertaining high-ranking officials. These two floors primarily featured entertainment and leisure facilities, including reception halls, restaurants, karaoke rooms, dance halls, saunas and massage parlors, luxury projection rooms, and guest rooms. 　　A dedicated elevator provided direct access to these two floors. Each floor had a presidential suite, consisting of a living room, office, and bedroom . The rooms were equipped with saunas, double whirlpool bathtubs, massage beds, and large beds. 　　To maintain tight control over these officials and secure his own future, Huang Yingfa secretly installed pinhole cameras in every room to film their intimate moments as evidence for future blackmail. 　　I, not a heavy drinker, only had a glass or two; Hua Ge mostly drank and rambled on. After a few rounds, Hua Ge, emboldened by the alcohol , complained that he couldn't return to Hong Kong to reunite with his wife and children during the Lunar New Year holiday because Huang had assigned him to work shifts. 　　　　　　　I countered by asking why he didn't let his wife and children come to the mainland to celebrate the New Year with him. 　　He shook his head, saying his wife was worried their daughter, not yet a year old, wouldn't be able to withstand the cold northern climate and had been crying on the phone, making him very upset. 　　A thought struck me, and I offered to cover his shift. 　　Hua Ge was moved and gripped my hand tightly, saying I was a true friend. He then added that no one else could do this job , and he was also worried that Huang would reprimand him if he found out. 　　I didn't say anything more. 　　It was almost nine o'clock at night when Brother Hua finally staggered to his feet, saying he had to go back to the hotel because he had important work to do. 　　Seeing how drunk he was, I 　　suggested we let it go for today and do it tomorrow. He insisted, saying it was something he had to do every day. Then he leaned close to my ear and mysteriously said it was the so-called confidential work. 　　I had no choice but to drive him, completely intoxicated, back to the hotel. The tipsy Brother Hua pulled out his key and handed it to me at the innermost security . After entering, he swayed and pointed to the keypad door in the inner room, asking me to open it for him. After I opened the keypad door, he collapsed to the side and started vomiting violently , making 　　a mess of the floor. I quickly cleaned the vomit off his clothes, the bed, and the floor, working up a sweat. 　　"Brother...Brother Da Niu! I'm so...so sorry!" Brother Hua was still somewhat lucid. 　　"Brother Wang! It's alright!" 　　Brother Hua grabbed my arm and pleaded, "You...you can't go home tonight, can you...can you help me with the shift ...I..." He then collapsed onto the bed and fell fast asleep. 　　I was secretly delighted; I was just worried about where I'd sleep tonight. 　　In the inner room, I struggled for a long time to turn on all the equipment. 　　It turned out that this darkroom was the surveillance system for the top two floors of the building, with monitors covering the entire wall. Scenes from every corner of each suite and the presidential suite were displayed on the monitors. The pinhole cameras were very well hidden ; the people in the rooms couldn't detect them at all. 　　The screens on the wall showed that most rooms were black, indicating that there were no guests in the rooms; only a few rooms were lit up, perhaps because it was close to the Spring Festival. I switched channels, checking the lit rooms. Each room presented a different scene: some were occupied by one person, others by two; some were watching TV, others were surfing the internet, chatting, showering, and some were already asleep… 　　There were also couples sleeping together, but not all of them were engaged in sexual activity; only a few rooms were filled passionate scenes. 　　My voyeuristic desires drove me to keep switching between the channels, searching for the most exciting shots, but I was somewhat disappointed . Either the scene had just ended and people were cleaning up, or the room was covered by blankets, and I could only see the blankets moving. 　　Disappointed, I randomly opened the computer's main control interface and found that the monitoring program was automatic. It would automatically start recording whenever someone entered the room, triggered by infrared sensors. There were also functions for reviewing recordings and controlling the PTZ camera… 　　Reviewing recordings? 　　I suddenly remembered yesterday in the coffee shop cubicle when Director Wei offered his wife to Liu Shixiong . Could I find the recording? With so many rooms, which one was it? Curiosity drove me to access the monitoring system again. 　　Just as I was about to check the surveillance footage, the system notified me that the surveillance cameras in the presidential suite on the 29th floor had started. I quickly turned my attention to the monitor: Scene: Living Room 23:53:20 Liu Shixiong, Wang Ying, and Ouyang Dan entered in single file. The three sat on the sofa and chatted for a while. First, Liu Shixiong got up, took off his coat, and went to the bathroom. Wang Ying followed suit, also taking off her coat. Ouyang Dan hesitated for a moment before also taking off her clothes and entering the bathroom. Scene: Bathroom 00:10:03 Three naked men and women were visible in the misty air. One was a bald, short, fat, beer-bellied middle-aged man sitting on a stool; a voluptuous woman, her large breasts disproportionate to her slender figure, was applying shower gel to Liu Shixiong ; a woman with a dignified face and graceful figure was shyly holding a showerhead to wash Liu Shixiong's body. Scene: Bedroom 00:28:30 On a large, round bed, three naked men and women lie. Liu Shixiong rests his head on Wang Ying's thighs, who is massaging his shoulders . Ouyang Dan, wearing a dog collar, kneels on the bed, her hands handcuffed behind her back, her head resting on Liu Shixiong 's crotch, her mouth moving up and down on his penis. 00:43:00 Ouyang Dan spreads her legs wide, her hands and feet handcuffed, like a frog on its back. Liu Shixiong sits on Ouyang Dan's head, his large penis moving in and out of her mouth. Wang Ying lies on Ouyang Dan's thighs, pressing a vibrating egg against her genitals. 01:01:50 Wang Ying pinches Ouyang Dan's nipples with both hands, while Liu Shixiong uses a dildo to penetrate her vagina.

Two fingers of his hand pressed and pinched the upper part of Ouyang Dan's mons pubis.

01:04:08

Ouyang Dan's head thrashed from side to side, her cheeks flushed, and her whole body trembled. Liu Shixiong's large mouth was filled with Ouyang Dan's honey hole,

and his Adam's apple was moving, as if he was swallowing the vaginal fluid that Ouyang Dan had ejaculated from her vagina during orgasm.

Some of the fluid ran down her fair thighs and soaked the sheets under her buttocks.

01:15:34

Liu Shixiong lay on his back, holding an iron chain in one hand. The other end of the chain was connected to the collar around Ouyang Dan's neck.

Her hands and feet were handcuffed together, and she was lying face down on the bed with her buttocks sticking out. An electric dildo was inserted into her vagina and was still

shaking incessantly. She bit her lower lip tightly, her delicate face contorted, as if she was enduring torture. Wang Ying sat

between Liu Shixiong's legs, her hands pressed against his hairy chest, her buttocks gripping his thick penis as she moved it up and down.

01:40:01

Ouyang Dan lay naked and bound, sprawled on the bed, black ropes wrapped around her

bare breasts, a dog collar around her white neck, her limbs handcuffed to the bed frame, her

legs immobilized, a black blindfold covering her eyes, and an electric dildo still inserted in her vagina,

vibrating incessantly.

01:50:10

Liu Shixiong and Wang Ying, fully dressed, left together.

02:05:00

Ouyang Dan suddenly became restless, her hips thrusting incessantly, her body trembling uncontrollably. (

As time went by, Ouyang Dan's painful trembling on the screen became more and more frequent, with shorter and shorter intervals

. I didn't know when Liu Shixiong would return to his room, nor how much longer Ouyang Dan could hold on. I

silently cursed Liu Shixiong's cruelty and perversion, yet felt pity for Ouyang Dan's plight.)

03:15:20

Ouyang Dan's face was flushed, her whole body was convulsing, and her eyes rolled back.

Seeing this, I sensed something was wrong. I rushed to the outer room, shook Hua Ge awake who was still fast asleep, and dragged

him to the screen.

At this moment, Hua Ge was still quite drunk, but when he saw the scene on the monitor, he was shocked and immediately

sobered up a bit.

"Oh my god! Something terrible is going to happen! If we don't untie her, someone will die!" Hua Ge said as he got up

and staggered towards the outside, but his legs gave way and he almost fell.

"Hua Ge, be careful!" I caught him.

"Damn! What's that hole in the ground?" He was slightly more lucid, but his limbs were weak, and he was still drunk.

"How can you rescue someone when you're still so dizzy?" I couldn't bother to laugh or cry, and hurriedly asked, "

What do you suggest we do? Let me go in your place!"

"You?" Hua hesitated.

"Hurry up! Someone could die if we're any later!" I was very anxious, worried about Ouyang Dan.

"Oh! That's the only way!" Hua didn't want anything to happen at the Grand Hotel, so he said, "

Go to the front desk and get the spare key card for the room. I'll call the front desk..."

Before he could finish speaking, I rushed out of the room.

When I got the room card from the front desk, opened the door to the presidential suite, and ran straight to the bedroom, I was stunned.

Ouyang Dan thrashed about on the bed like a dying fish, the vibrating

dildo deeply embedded in her vagina. She was drenched in sweat, as if just pulled from the water, a large puddle of water soaking the white

sheet .

I didn't dare look closely at this erotic scene and quickly tore off the tape, pulling the vibrator out of Ouyang Dan's vagina.

"Oh my god!" Ouyang Dan suddenly screamed. A gush of water spurted from her swollen vagina,

shooting through the air like a powerful, curved arrow before landing in the distance. At this moment, Ouyang

Dan convulsed, her limbs twitching as she pulled at the chains binding her hands and feet, making a rattling sound.

I found the key to the handcuffs on the bedside table and unlocked them one by one. Finally, I removed

the blindfold covering her eyes.

Ouyang Dan weakly opened her eyes, saw it was me, paused for a moment, then covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

Humiliation, sorrow, pain, and helplessness surged forth like a river.

This dark and hopeless world is darker than the middle of the night!

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