【The Brocade Zither Returns】Chapter 1

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Author: shangen
Pen name: Bajie (My ID will change once I've accumulated enough gold coins.)
Published on: January 1, 2017
First published on: Forum: Yes, first published on Dragon Forum.
Word count: 11720 words

Note: Moderator, please check if there are any changes needed. The internet was particularly bad tonight in the hotel. My SeCheng
account kept logging in and out automatically. I tried many times before finally reaching the publication page.

This is my first novel. The outline is complete. It's mainly for practice. The full text has ten chapters. 150,000 words.

Mainly because the quality of urban fiction has been declining lately, so I decided to write it myself.

Finally, I hope you enjoy it, and Happy New Year! *

The Brocade Zither Returns*

Author: Bajie

Chapter 1 Jiang Anbang (Part 1)

It was 7 PM. The closing time at the Shanghai World Trade Center had long passed. The once bustling office building was now empty,
with only a few lonely lights remaining.

The only sound in the empty office building was the rustling of keyboards. The rapid typing revealed the eagerness of the overtime
employees , probably wanting to go home early. Returning to their wives and children, to a warm bed with their loved ones—this
was the lifelong dream of most young people striving in this era.

People came and went, and overtime workers were common, but CEOs still busy working overtime were rare.

On a certain floor of the World Trade Center, following the arrangement of desks and chairs, the largest room at the very back... The most conspicuous
place was naturally the office of a company CEO.

From the outside, it was impossible to see what was inside. The blinds were roughly pulled shut, and
a sliver of green plant caught between the blinds hinted at the occupant's terrible mood.

If any employee were to see inside the CEO's office, they would be astonished.

The once clean and tidy office was gone, replaced by chaos and disarray.

Who dared to be so arrogant?

What had happened inside?

Jiang Anbang, a powerful man, was 39 this year, one foot in the door of 40. To outsiders, he was a winner in life, with a successful
career and family, but he was facing the biggest challenge of nearly 40 years—a midlife crisis.

Looking through the blinds, in the pitch-black 80-square-meter room,
the flickering red star was particularly glaring.

"Cough cough cough..."

Jiang Anbang himself hadn't forgotten how long it had been since he last quit smoking; so long that
he had choked . When they first got married, Jiang Anbang's wife, Yi Zhinan, made an agreement with him that he couldn't smoke during the pre-conception
period , as it would be bad for the baby.

At that time, Jiang Anbang and Yi Zhinan's careers were just starting to take off. Jiang Anbang wasn't really in favor of
having a child then, but he doted on his woman and assumed she liked babies, so why not have one? He
figured he could easily support a family of three on his own.

And so, Jiang Anbang was somewhat swayed by Yi Zhinan's advice. Now, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and there's still no sign of
a child , but he's quit smoking.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

People say that men who smoke have pain, in other words, only men with pain like to smoke, or
their smoking stems from pain. So, men who smoke must be like phoenixes rising from the ashes, reborn amidst pain, tearing, and screams 　　.
Choosing to smoke is perhaps choosing this tragic beauty of destruction. 　　The sound of striking a match was particularly loud in the closed room. 　　He lit another cigarette, the man lost in the pale blue smoke, so bewildered, so helpless, so sorrowful. Looking closely, a glistening tear seemed to well up in the corner of his eye. 　　Fourteen years ago, on September 9th, 1993, before dawn, couples lined up at the Civil Affairs Bureau, waiting for a long time. Around 10:15, Jiang Anbang, a third-year graduate student, and Yi Zhinan, a senior in college, got their marriage certificate. 　　Perhaps it was true that lovers' IQs drop to zero. Even strong entrepreneurs like them chose a whirlwind marriage. The term "whirlwind marriage" wasn't popular back then. Conservative friends and relatives even advised against it, saying they were still young and should wait. 　　But, since they loved each other, shouldn't they be together? 　　Later, a pair of red marriage certificates were placed before everyone. Since that was the case, everyone around them could only happily offer suggestions on their wedding, banquet, and honeymoon. 　　Of course, the happiest people were the protagonists of the day—Jiang Anbang and Yi Zhinan. 　　For a long time, they had been known for their decisive and strong personalities. Yi Zhinan, only a freshman, dared to start a business with Jiang Anbang, who was about to graduate. Keep in mind, she was only 17 years old at the time, and society was in the turbulent early 1990s. 　　As Eileen Chang once said, "To meet the person you are meant to meet among millions of people, in the boundless wilderness of time spanning millions of years, neither a step too early nor a step too late, but just at the right moment, there is nothing else to say but to gently ask, 'Oh, you are here too?'" 　　Lucky as they were, their unconditional trust and tacit understanding allowed them to walk hand in hand for 18 years. The hardships they endured are beyond words; to outsiders, all they see are long lists of titles and envious glances . 　　But now, Jiang Anbang, who was supposed to be in the United States for business negotiations, was sitting alone in his office, chain-smoking. Through the smoke, his bright, almond-shaped eyes flickered, lost in thought. 　　This morning, Jiang Anbang had deliberately called his wife, essentially telling her that his work was progressing smoothly and to put her mind at ease. 　　Hearing his wife's hesitant reply on the other end of the line, he couldn't help but chuckle. 　　Today was September 9th, 2007, and Jiang Anbang hadn't forgotten this important day; it was the same every year. 　　He was in a playful mood and decided to joke with his wife, pretending he'd forgotten their fourteenth anniversary because of work. In reality, however, he had been working day and night for the past few days, aiming to finish his trip a day early.

This trip to the United States was on his itinerary.

In fact, Jiang Anbang did just that.

The time difference between the US and China is about 12 hours. The phone call Jiang Anbang made to his wife before boarding the plane meant that when he arrived safely at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, it was exactly 8:00 AM
Beijing time on September 9, 2007. 　　Everything proceeded smoothly according to Jiang Anbang's plan, until he gave his wife a surprise—he, Jiang Anbang, still loved Yi Zhinan, just as he had eighteen years ago, and still as he had eighteen years later. 　　This morning was free, a rare moment of personal leisure. 　　While instructing his subordinates to prepare gifts, Jiang Anbang planned to go to the suburbs to play golf. 　　About 40 minutes later, Jiang Anbang drove from Shanghai Hongqiao Airport to the entrance of the Shanghai Sheshan International Golf Club . Getting out of the car, he tossed the keys to the doorman, adjusted his glasses, smiled slightly, hummed a little tune, and strode inside. 　　The sun was shining brightly, the grass was lush and green, and the autumn breeze felt indescribably comfortable on his face. 　　It had been so long since he'd felt this comfortable. Jiang Anbang subconsciously felt a surge of joy within him. 　　His long-sprung nerves, the deep lines around his eyes, and his piercing gaze—all these gave him a powerful aura, but also a heavy burden. Perhaps it was the golf game, perhaps it was the anniversary, perhaps it was her—all these factors made Jiang Anbang's swing so graceful, even if it wasn't perfect. 　　The Shanghai Sheshan International Golf Club is located in the Sheshan National Tourist Resort in Songjiang District, Shanghai, covering a total area of 2200 acres, of which 1700 acres are an 18-hole, par-72 international championship golf course. In this vast course, if you look down at the entire area, you can only vaguely see a few points moving around, or driving to the next location. 　　But if you zoom in, zoom in, and zoom in again, in certain corners of this pristine forest and hilly golf course, you'll see two, or even more, human-shaped dark figures intertwined. 　　On the lawn, by the stream, on the rocks, in the forest—if one could view these places from a god-like perspective, they would surely offer a unique charm. 　　At this moment, around 9:40 AM, Jiang Anbang was enjoying a swing at the sixth hole, then walked alone towards the landing spot. 　　There, he saw two people swinging nearby. He recognized one of them—his college classmate, Lin Jingsong. 　　So, Jiang Anbang walked straight towards them, intending to greet them. 　　Jiang Anbang saw his college classmate enjoying the pleasure of being a coach—a man and a woman The man was extending his arms from behind, placing them on the young woman's hands. Following the man's guidance, the woman picked up her club, got into position, and with a "thud," the club hit the ground; the ball didn't go. The woman tried three more times, still missing. Finally, on her last attempt, it went out. 　　Jiang Anbang was delighted; he hadn't expected Lin Jingsong to enjoy this kind of thing. 　　"Haha, Wei, look at your posture, it doesn't look like you're playing golf, it looks like you're digging the ground." 　　As the footsteps grew closer, Jiang Anbang heard the two them. 　　The two women jumped in surprise and turned around. The man didn't show any outward reaction, but his petite and charming female companion immediately nestled shyly into his arms, her delicate, fair hands tightly wrapped around his back. Her short, pleated white skirt and slender, jade-like legs moved back and forth on the grass, and she was momentarily speechless, like a cat caught stealing cream, making one unable to suppress a smile. 　　As Jiang Anbang approached, his thick eyebrows and large eyes were involuntarily drawn to the woman's beautiful back. 　　The woman's fitted white t-shirt revealed glimpses of a red lace bra underneath , and through her swinging arms, one could even see a sliver of the red lace trim, and the outline of her sexy bra was faintly visible. 　　"Ahem..." 　　Lin Jingsong's sudden cough interrupted Jiang Anbang's observation. 　　As a seasoned driver, he wasn't shy or even blush. Jiang Anbang calmly chatted with him, established a rapport, and arranged to meet again another day. Then, Lin Jingsong abandoned Jiang Anbang, put his arm around the petite young woman, and drove off in another direction. 　　Thinking about giving his wife a surprise tonight, Jiang Anbang was in a particularly good mood and didn't mind his lecherous old classmate. However, his slight loss of composure just now was quite inappropriate. 　　Over the years, throughout his entrepreneurial career, whether it was the initial lack of interest or the later countless invitations from young and beautiful women, he had always refused them all. The reason was simple: he was already married. Principles were one aspect, feelings were another, but most importantly, his career was more important. 　　Many successful people face a choice in their youth—love or career. Even successful people are not immune to the common fate; most prioritize career over love, often ending up with mutual interests. 　　It's said that women are a man's downfall, and many men ultimately succumb to their charms. 　　Jiang Anbang, however, faced a crossroads in his life with remarkable composure, having chosen both love and career! 　　Successful people, especially those on the verge of success, are exceptionally confident in themselves, regardless of who they are or what they are doing, and Jiang Anbang was no exception. 　　Thinking of this, he recalled some embarrassing moments. He remembered how , after rejecting several advances from women, rumors circulated in his social circle that he was gay. 　　Jiang Anbang didn't bother to dispel the rumors, because he had more important things to do. For him, one romantic relationship was enough. 　　Shaking his head, Jiang Anbang stopped thinking about those irrelevant things. He gazed in the direction Lin Jingsong had gone— not the direction he hit the ball, but rather into an even more secluded area—and chuckled. That old Lin, a psychology always messing around with his students, unable to control his lust; he'd be in big trouble sooner or later. 　　Turning back, Jiang Anbang prepared to continue his solitary enjoyment, but found that after encountering Old Lin, his mindset had changed.

A subtle shift. He looked at the golf club in his hand, stared at the small white ball in front of him, and recalled the chance
encounter earlier. Suddenly, he felt utterly bored and lost all interest.

Yes, he missed his wife at home.

Jiang Anbang kicked away the golf ball beside him, casually holding the club in one hand, and took out his
phone as he walked, preparing to call his wife again—he hadn't been this bored in a long time, and he wanted to tease her a little more.

Beep...

beep beep beep...

Looking at his phone screen, Jiang Anbang was a little puzzled. Why wasn't his wife answering? So he dialed again
.

Beep...

beep beep beep...

At this moment, Jiang Anbang threw the club aside, completely disregarding his image, and sat down on the ground.

The black baseball cap stained with the fresh scent of soil, the sunglasses casually placed on the green lawn, the unbuttoned
collar of his polo shirt—all these suggested that their owner was in a bad mood.

Jiang Anbang didn't like this feeling; he didn't know how to describe it, he just didn't like it. If it were
any other time , he might have done a good job of communication, ensuring that the team's efficiency was online. Today, however, he seemed to
be indulging himself, indulging in this childish game, becoming somewhat mischievous—so he decided to keep making calls.

*Beep*...

...

The call connected! Jiang Anbang, like a child receiving candy, gradually relaxed his gloomy face,
beaming with joy.

*Beep beep beep*...

Just as Jiang Anbang pressed the phone screen to his cheek, ready to complain to his wife, the call
ended again.

A vein throbbed on his forehead, his eyebrows arched slightly, and he gripped
the phone screen tightly with his left hand, staring blankly for a moment.

The sun was shining brightly, the grass was lush and green, and the autumn breeze felt incredibly comfortable, but Jiang Anbang was feeling
rather unhappy.

What was wrong with his wife? Had something happened to her?

He thought for a moment, then picked up his phone to check his wife's location, heading towards the golf course
entrance , intending to go home immediately.

He remembered several times when, because of his early mornings and late nights, drinking, eating, and going to nightclubs,
his wife .

Pregnant women are known for their unpredictable tempers, often erupting without warning, their anger fleeting and easily dissipated.

A sense of security is a delicate thing, and as her belly grew larger, his wife, Yi Zhinan, became increasingly prone to these inexplicable outbursts of anger towards
Jiang Anbang .

Eventually, Jiang Anbang, after much pleading and even a show of force
, arranged for the couple to install a real-time location tracking system to ensure they knew each other's whereabouts.

As the saying goes, karma
is a
double-edged sword. Jiang Anbang had always believed that the women who had thrown themselves at him were deliberately spreading rumors about his impotence, but the truth was quite the opposite. Several times, his pregnant wife, using the tracking system, secretly went to his location—where he was alone, smoking.

The sounds of a group of people having sex in a nightclub room could be heard outside, while her
husband was out singing and smoking alone. If she hadn't known her husband so well, she might
have made a fool of herself by claiming he was impotent.

Once, during afternoon tea with her best friend, the topic came up, and she inadvertently let slip that the rumor
had spread like wildfire.

*Ding!*

Jiang Anbang abruptly stopped his hurried steps—a signal from his phone showed that another phone
was also at the Shanghai Sheshan International Golf Club!

The signal direction was exactly opposite to the direction he had left in. Jiang Anbang was slightly taken aback, momentarily
confused.

Watching the flashing black dot, Jiang Anbang swung his legs, step by step, towards his destination,
but this time the journey seemed somewhat chaotic, lacking any elegance.

Jiang Anbang had heard that this golf course was a multi-functional clubhouse, offering many undisclosed but
enjoyable experiences. Men and women with broad interests and high hormone levels
came here, occasionally seeking opportunities.

Sexual desire is a human instinct, and people can use it to find their direction. Some come for money, some
for sex, but for some, women are symbols, accessories;
communication is an important way to integrate resources.

Our Mr. Jiang Anbang, seeking breakthroughs in his career, was one of the latter.

Crossing the neat road, traversing the green lawn, and entering a dense grove of trees, Jiang Anbang, rushing through the woods,
didn't notice a small puddle under his feet, and his right white sneaker slammed into it—
instantly creating a mess.

Jiang Anbang was in a terrible mood, so bad that he could forget his perfectionism. His left hand gripped
the phone screen tightly, where two black dots were getting closer, and his heart pounded with unease.

The artificially transplanted trees weren't spaced too far apart, and as they grew, the tall trees had already
blocked most of the sunlight.

When Jiang Anbang emerged from the grove, the sun in the sky was exceptionally dazzling. He subconsciously shielded his eyes with his hand,
squinting at the phone screen—the two black dots were about to overlap—his wife should be nearby!

Where was she? Just as Jiang Anbang was looking around, he heard a man and a woman whispering to each other from the rocks by a river ahead of the dense grove.
Even though they were speaking in hushed tones, even outdoors, Jiang Anbang could still
recognize his wife's melodious voice.

Hesitating, Jiang Anbang subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. Near a rock on his side, after
taking a few steps forward, he saw his wife's profile!

Chapter One: Jiang Anbang (Part Two) "

Through life and death, we are bound together; hand in hand, we grow old together."

Recalling the scene that had just flashed before his eyes, how ironic everything today seemed, and how utterly
pathetic !

Suddenly, Jiang Anbang felt as if his heart had been punched hard. He wanted to scream,
because the pain was excruciating, a pain etched into his very bones.

In his panic, Jiang Anbang lost his footing, making a slight thud under his feet. He immediately turned and hid
behind a thick tree, covering his mouth like a heartbroken character in a TV drama. Nearly 40 years old,
his face was wrinkled and looked even more unsightly.

A drop of water silently dripped onto a pebble in the woods, unnoticed by anyone, like something
important deep within him shattering.

It was around 11 a.m. The blazing sun gave Jiang Anbang a panoramic view of the scenery,
while he remained hidden in the shadows. The stream flowed gently day after day, the sun shining brightly, oblivious to the passage of time
. The usually quiet area was now strangely still and restless.

*Splash*

—a fish leaped out of the water, seemingly breaking the oppressive silence.

"Ah…"

"Who?!"

Jiang Anbang heard the noise behind him and, thinking something was wrong, quickly turned around.

Within Jiang Anbang's line of sight, two people were whispering beside the rocks. One was a woman, Jiang Anbang
's wife, Yi Zhinan. They had been married for 14 years, and although their relationship had gradually cooled in recent years, whenever Jiang
Anbang calmed down and reflected carefully, this woman could still capture his heart and soul, rekindle his passion, and make
him want to face life more seriously. She was a beautiful, intelligent, fashionable, and sophisticated young woman.

The other person was unfamiliar to Jiang Anbang, and it took him a while to remember. This person was named An Yixing,
supposedly an undergraduate student majoring in economics at Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, and now probably working at his wife's company. Jiang Anbang
vaguely remembered him because his wife had mentioned that a young man had actually waited outside the company for several days,
intending to audition her, and he was looking for her.

Many men would look away if they made eye contact with Yi Zhinan, let alone speak normally, because Yi Zhinan's aura was too strong during
work hours. She was already used to the reactions of those around her,
but that interview unexpectedly caught Yi Zhinan off guard.

About a year ago, Jiang Anbang was having dinner with his wife when they started talking about
this man. At the time, he didn't pay much attention; after all,
would ?

But to his surprise, Jiang Anbang stared intently at the man, as if trying to etch him into his memory!

The young man beside the rock had a quiet, handsome face; his glasses, ironically, softened his sharp features,
making him appear more refined. His voice was strong and magnetic, and his 183cm
height added to his charm. Despite this, Jiang Anbang felt disgust
and aversion, though he couldn't quite explain why—perhaps it was just a lack of attraction.

In short, Jiang Anbang knew from the first meeting that he could never be friends with
this man. In short, he was just a pretty boy!

But this very young man, whom he loathed, was having an affair with his lawfully wedded wife. Whether
in university or within their social circle in Shanghai, she was one of the most sought-after goddesses.

Just moments ago, that man named An Yixing had forcibly kissed Jiang Anbang's wife, passionately
kissing her right in front of him, without his knowledge.

Jiang Anbang saw the man not far away slowly trying to touch his wife more deeply, and his
wife didn't resist at all; instead, she held him tightly, responding passionately.
Yi Zhinan's tightly closed, somewhat alluring eyes seemed to be deeply savoring the touch of An Yixing's tongue.
Even Jiang Anbang, standing at a distance, could occasionally hear the slurping sounds of their saliva mingling.
Clearly, they were both intensely enjoying each other's taste; Yi Zhinan seemed to be sucking on An Yixing's
saliva, while the latter was fully enjoying that sweet, soft tongue. The two were like a couple deeply in love,
inseparable, as if glued together.

Jiang Anbang stood rooted to the spot, his hands clenched tightly. No man could bear such a blow.
He had just returned, intending to refocus on his family and nurture his marriage, but instead,
he had suffered this setback.

Just as Jiang Anbang lifted one foot to step forward, his legs felt as if they were filled with cement, completely immobile.
He realized that if he took that step, his family would be finished.

Should he give up entirely? Or should he try to salvage his seemingly stable but actually precarious marriage?

In the end, Jiang Anbang yielded. He silently retracted his right foot and took a small step back. His
cautious approach still produced a slight scraping sound, inaudible to "others," but to
Jiang Anbang it felt like an invisible, silent mockery from all around.

Just then, Jiang Anbang heard his wife's low, suppressed groan.

"Ah..."

As noon approached, the sun shone brightly, making the scene beside a stream on the golf course exceptionally clear.
So clear that when Jiang Anbang looked back again, the scene was etched into his mind—everything was so
vividly clear—he had been cuckolded!

Beside a large rock near the stream, a young stranger's left arm was around his wife's slender waist,
while his restless right hand had already slipped inside her white pleated skirt. Coupled with his wife's soft moans and
the groans that had just escaped her throat, even a fool would understand what that wicked right hand was doing.

At this moment, Jiang Anbang's mindset slowly shifted…

He wanted to leave immediately, but because of his wife, he had to remain silent. Silence meant temporary
compromise, and Jiang Anbang was not yet comfortable with this change.

From the side, the young man's expression was not kind; his handsome face was taut,
and his gaze towards his wife was somewhat crazed, as if suppressing a burning desire.

Jiang Anbang saw his wife leaning against the rock, looking somewhat lost. Her clean and delicate short skirt clung tightly to
her body, revealing her exquisite curves. Her long, white, lotus-root-like legs were pressed
together . The white silk fabric, after being moistened with the man's saliva, was almost transparent, making it easy
to see her two full, snowy breasts and the two bright red nipples standing high at their tips.

Although not very close, Jiang Anbang clearly felt that the distance between them was infinitely small,
so small that their noses were almost touching when they looked at each other, like lovers in the throes of passion, with endless
desire to be released.

Seeing the two focused on each other's reflections, hearing their rapid and heavy breathing, their breaths
drawing closer, Jiang Anbang felt jealousy, a jealous desire igniting deep within him.

Before he knew it, their lips were pressed
together exchanging saliva, thirstily entwining their tongues, desperately seeking
the warmth of each other's mouths.

Everything happened so suddenly, yet so naturally. This scene shocked Jiang Anbang greatly
. His large hand had already climbed onto his wife's breasts, caressing the tender
flesh . Even standing far away, Jiang Anbang could feel his wife's tension; her sharp nails were digging
into her flesh.

Facing An Yixing's 1.83-meter height, Yi Zhinan still tried to stand on tiptoe higher,
holding the man's head tightly against her smooth, white neck. She furrowed her brows slightly, closed
her eyes, and breathed heavily, emitting faint moans, displaying an
expression of extreme pain and discomfort. At the same time, she repeatedly murmured, "Yixing... Yixing..."

An Yixing was in a state of utter distress. On one hand, he was acting on his most primal desires;
on the other hand, he had to consider the woman's feelings. In the past, when they reached the climax of their lovemaking, the beautiful woman
before him would be somewhat downcast, perhaps because she felt guilty towards her husband at home, etc.—
a factor he had to consider, and also one of his advantages.

Today, An Yixing was preparing materials for the company's weekly report when, shortly after, he received a call from the woman,
essentially asking him to come to the Sheshan Club.

Hearing the deep, resonant tone on the phone, An Yixing agreed without hesitation.

Now, An Yixing slowly began to savor the subtle nuances. Just as his thoughts were racing
, he suddenly felt a cool sensation on his chest—the woman had unbuttoned his white shirt. Their eyes
met , and Yi Zhinan lowered his head, immediately experiencing the exquisite sensation of the woman's moist, fragrant tongue.

It took An Yixing a while to recover. Then, he began to nibble at the woman's neck, his
moist tongue licking every inch of her fair, jade-like skin, as if it were coated with honey
, intoxicating him so much that he used his rough, forceful tongue to repeatedly lick and lick it.

With each thrust of An Yixing's head, Yi Zhinan's body tilted backward, eventually
embracing the man's head as they both crashed against the rocks. Yi Zhinan remained with her eyes closed, her expression pained as she tightly
clung to the man's head, unwilling to let go.

After collapsing, An Yixing continued to knead the woman's chest with one hand, while the other
rested slipped
inside her white pleated dress, tracing the smooth skin towards the mysterious
dark forest .

A soft creak came from the forest. An Yixing's hands paused slightly, and he glanced instinctively towards the forest.
The woman beneath him, however, was so engrossed in her task that she showed no sign of alertness.

Yi Zhinan gently pushed away the man's suddenly stopped hand, looking at him shyly, thinking, "
Is he teasing me again?"

In that instant, Yi Zhinan was back to that feeling—those rough, large hands that she both loved and hated
had begun a new round of exploration.

At this moment, Jiang Anbang saw that the man beside the rock had moved his dirty hands to his wife's crotch,
caressing her buttocks, groin, and even her most private area.

A moment later, he saw his wife release her hands and push the man away. Jiang Anbang was somewhat stunned, not
understanding what was happening. The man seemed to be standing there dumbfounded as well. Jiang Anbang thought with a glimmer of hope, perhaps his wife had come to her senses
?

But something seemed off. The way his wife looked at the man was so tender and affectionate,
her heaving with her breath. Under Jiang Anbang's gaze, the two stared at each other for a few seconds,
then the wife reached out her gentle, white hand and placed it on the man's waist, taking the initiative to unbuckle his belt!

In a few moments, the man's belt was off, and she pulled his jeans down to his
calves. The black boxer shorts he was wearing were immediately exposed to the air, and a distinctly masculine feature was rising

in the center of the shorts . 　　Jiang Anbang saw his wife place her gentle hands on the tent between his legs, caressing the gradually awakening beast through his underwear. 　　As she stroked it, she looked up at him with alluring eyes. He leaned closer to her head , whispering in her ear, eliciting a playful exchange. 　　Jiang Anbang had no idea what they were saying, nor did he care. 　　Although the Sheshan Golf Course wasn't usually crowded, anyone who got too close would notice the vibrant spring scene by the stream. 　　Jiang Anbang was worried; it wouldn't be good if outsiders saw his wife. Before he could recover from the shock, he was stuck—he couldn't advance, and he couldn't retreat. 　　Jiang Anbang glanced again at the distance. His wife had grabbed his arm, switched , and now, with his back against a rock, she knelt down in front of him. 　　"Wife! What are you doing! What are you doing kneeling under his legs?" "Are you going to... Wife, please stop ! I beg you! Do you know what you're doing? Have you forgotten who you are? When did you become so promiscuous?" Jiang Anbang felt utterly helpless and desperate for the first time, repeatedly crying out to his wife in his heart... 　　Heaven didn't seem to care about Jiang Anbang's predicament; the situation continued to unfold in the direction he didn't want to see... 　　Sure enough, after his wife knelt down, without hesitation, she skillfully removed the black...

The colored panties were pulled down. The enormous thing inside, like a wild horse, leaped out instantly, still conspicuous
from afar .

Because his wife was so close, the thick, enormous thing almost hit her face when it jumped out.
She instinctively tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and two blushes quietly appeared on her cheeks.

He never expected that An Yixing, who looked so thin, would have such a thick and long thing. For a moment,
Jiang Anbang was a little worried about his wife; perhaps even he himself didn't know what state he was in.

After the penis emerged, it bounced up and down a few times, and then, when it stopped, the glans was erect
in front of his wife, as if demonstrating its power.

His wife seemed to like it very much, staring at the man's penis with fascination for a while, then sticking out her tongue and
gently licking the tip of the glans twice. Then she looked up, smiling at the man's reaction; it seemed the movement
was too gentle, and the man didn't feel anything.

His wife lowered her head again, slowly swallowing the engorged penis she was holding.

Her vaginal opening gradually parted, following the man's dark skin, and she first took the entire glans into
her mouth. Before the man could react, she continued forward. The large penis, parted by her small mouth,
looked particularly menacing at this moment, the bulging veins on its surface throbbing,
much .

Finally, after several attempts, she stopped two-thirds of the way down the man's penis, remaining
motionless .

Jiang Anbang watched everything. His hands were already clenched into fists, veins bulging.

Before this, he had fantasized that if his wife was being coerced, then no matter what,
he would definitely intervene! But as time passed, especially after his wife's deep throat, and the man
letting out a long, pleasurable groan, he felt defeated, utterly defeated.

His wife seemed to want to take his entire penis into her mouth, but realizing she couldn't, she paused
for several seconds before slowly spitting it out.

She had already performed a full oral sex act. After spitting out his penis, she took a
deep breath, this time without looking up at him. She placed her hands on either side of his buttocks and took his
penis into her mouth, her head moving rhythmically back and forth in a piston-like
motion.

Jiang Anbang's bright eyes lost their luster. Slowly, he leaned against a large tree, trying to conceal
himself, whether from being seen or from fear of being seen, it was unclear.

Unconsciously, the sounds of splashing echoed in the stream, and the soft moans, though
faint, came from the beautiful woman's mouth, instantly pulling Jiang Anbang's thoughts back to the present moment.

He wanted to look back, but his wife seemed utterly unfamiliar. Aside from her physical appearance, he couldn't see any resemblance to
the dignified and virtuous wife he knew.

Jiang Anbang dared not look back, afraid he might do something irrational in a fit of anger. He disliked
impulsiveness, and no one likes regret.

So, he

drifted off into a daze, his mind wandering. Finally, he took a firm step, turning his back on the two adulterers, and fled.

Along the way, Jiang Anbang saw an old acquaintance emerge from somewhere, accompanied by the same tall
woman he had seen before. Aside from slightly wrinkled clothes and a blush on her fair cheeks, there was no other flaw.

He knew what had happened without even looking. At this moment, however, he lost all interest in mockery. Ignoring
Old Lin 's greeting, he walked alone in his predetermined direction.

The sun shone brightly, casting a lonely and desolate shadow on the ground. He picked up his phone, unsure who to
call. Jiang Anbang's head throbbed with pain, his mind replaying the scenes he hadn't witnessed.

And so, Jiang Anbang subconsciously walked towards his office at the company headquarters.

After closing the door, leaning against the wooden frame, he surprisingly found a sense of security within the company.

Did he, Jiang Anbang, actually need security?

...

When he woke up again, it was already past six. Jiang Anbang groaned, rubbing his temples vigorously;
perhaps the effects of the alcohol hadn't worn off yet.

Jiang Anbang casually lit a cigarette.

One after another.

He wanted to stand up, but seeing there was only one cigarette left in the pack, he sat back down, lit it, and the match illuminated
the dim corner, revealing the deep traces of melancholy on his face.

Jiang Anbang hated that despicable couple, but he hated himself even more.

He suddenly regretted it; perhaps it was because he had been scheming for so long, always thinking of planning before acting.

He should have rushed over then, kicked that man over first, and then properly questioned his wife; otherwise, he wouldn't be in so much pain now
. At this moment, Jiang Anbang felt possessed by Ah Q, his thoughts twisted into a jumbled mess.

Suddenly, his phone rang, its sound particularly jarring in the long-silent office.

Jiang Anbang picked it up casually; it was his wife calling. He hung up without thinking, not knowing how many times she'd called that today.

Looking at the lit screen, it was already a little past eight in the evening. Time to go home, Jiang Anbang thought.

Home? Do I even have a home anymore?

Thinking this, Jiang Anbang lowered his hand, which had been frozen in mid-air. The last cigarette was almost burned out,
but he didn't take a puff.

In the pitch-black office, a sliver of crimson light shone through, and white smoke swirled around the man
. Just as the flame was about to go out, the middle-aged man threw down the cigarette butt, covered his face with his hands, and
burst into tears.

To be continued…

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