【The Unfaithful Wife Shen Dan】(10th installment) Author: Unknown

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Chapter 10 Continued

It was still raining outside, and the study seemed damp. My clothes also seemed wet. Summer is such an annoying
season! Especially this summer. If I could choose, I would gladly use the next twenty years of my life to
remove this summer from my life.

How to face the future? In four words, I was at a loss.

I took out my phone and randomly tuned in to a radio station. "My whole world has changed beyond recognition, all love, hate, joy, and sorrow
are flying in the sky. What is it that keeps me awake? Why do I feel so miserable..."

It was a sad song by Jeff Chang...

Accompanied by the endless sad songs on the radio, I drifted in and out of sleep for a long time, and finally
fell asleep exhaustedly at dawn.

When I woke up in a half-awake state, it was already the second day. I didn't wake up until noon. I
threw the pants and clothes from the living room into the washing machine in the bathroom, added some detergent, and pressed the start button.

If Shen Dan were here, she would scrub the dirty spots clean first before putting them in the washing machine.

Every time I wore clothes she washed, they felt brand new. It's a pity she's now in someone else's bed.

Oh well, why bother? Shen Dan is really not mine anymore.

After going downstairs, I habitually ate a bowl of wontons at the corner wonton shop, then
wandered aimlessly around the streets like a headless fly.

The sky was gray, my heart was heavy, and before I knew it, I had wandered to the city center. Seeing the towering buildings standing
in the drizzle, I realized I was going the wrong way home. My weary heart realized I hadn't been to this
bustling place in a long time.

The 23-story Linhai Building, where Shen Dan used to work, now stood tall and magnificent
before me.

Shen Dan no longer worked there, but my steps still led me towards the building's entrance.

Standing at the entrance, I could choose to go in, or I could choose not to, but after a brief hesitation, I went in
.

Anyway, I've lost everything, anyway, I'm going to lose everything anyway, anyway, I'm just wandering around, so what difference does it make where I wander?

My wife, Shen Dan, used to be a saleswoman at the Youngor menswear counter in this mall. Although it was her first job after graduation,
she always ranked first in the entire mall in terms of monthly sales of individual items.

Back then, she would always brag to me about getting more commission at the end of the month. But as a man, I knew that this had something to do

with her fair and beautiful appearance, her kind and approachable attitude, and her gentle and mild-mannered personality . Today wasn't a holiday, and it was drizzling outside, so the mall was almost deserted, except for a few sales assistants, a few counter sales staff, and myself. My arrival brought a burst of life to the place, and several counter sales staff greeted me enthusiastically from their corners. I ignored them and strolled around for a while before stopping in front of the Youngor counter. "Sir, hello, Youngor is currently having an 88% discount," a voice called out. I turned around to look at the voice, and it was a face I hadn't seen before, but it was fairly good-looking. I continued to stroll slowly. "Sir, do you think this t-shirt would suit you well?" she said, pointing to a sample garment and following closely behind. The young lady moved closer to me, and I turned to look at her again. She was about 165 cm tall, with fair skin and a sweet voice. If her bra wasn't too thick, her breasts wouldn't be small either. Apart from not having Shen Dan's captivatingly fair face, and apart from not having dimples when she smiled, she was still a beauty. My gaze lingered on her face. "Sir, you..." The girl's slightly embarrassed words made me suddenly realize my emotional detachment. "Oh, how much is this?" "699 yuan after the discount. Judging from your figure, shall I let you try on the XL?" I took the clothes and pretended to go into the fitting room. I didn't try them on; I sat on the bench, lost in thought. Why is happiness so short? Why did Shen Dan switch jobs to the 4S store? Why did she become her boss 's mistress? Why, why! "Sir, are you done trying it on? Does the XL fit?" I suddenly woke up from my "nightmare," quickly stood up, and walked out of the fitting room. "I'm sorry, I'm not buying it." I handed the clothes to the girl. "Don't want it? Is it not suitable? Too small or too big? Should I exchange it for you?" "No, I have to go..." " Then take a look at the suit." "No, no." I started to move, because I was embarrassed and didn't dare to look directly at the girl's head like before, I kept looking left, right, or down. "What's wrong, sir? Did you lose something..." "Ah, um, I lost something." "What did you lose? Let me help you look for it..." "No need, you can't find what I lost, thank you, goodbye." I hurried towards the exit. It was raining heavily outside, and I didn't have an umbrella, so I had to take a taxi home. A few minutes later, a blue taxi stopped in front of me. The driver rolled down the window, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. "Where to?" "Heping Residential Area." I sat in the back seat behind the driver, closed the door, and weakly told him where I lived. The car started, and the driver turned on the odometer. The song playing on the radio had lyrics that really resonated with me: "I want to see you, you're there. It's not that I lack courage, it's not that I don't know how to give up. Loving you shouldn't be a tragedy, loving you shouldn't involve tears..." I felt tears welling up and took a deep, helpless breath. The driver saw my head tilted to the side, my eyes fixed on the window. "Young man, what's troubling you? Heartbroken?" Apparently, many taxi drivers are quite talkative; they need to chat with passengers to pass the time while driving. I ignored him, thinking, "I'm almost 28, I'm married, why am I still calling myself 'young man'... " Seeing I didn't respond, the driver continued, "Looks like you're in a bad mood, like me. It's raining today, there are fewer people on the road, business is bad. Damn it, I still haven't paid my share. If someone hitches a ride later, let them." "Whatever," I said dismissively. The song ended, and the radio played Tao Zi's "Too Wronged," a song Shen Dan used to love humming. I sniffled and tensed up. I began to hum sadly in a low voice... A woman waved from the roadside in the distance. The driver slowed down, and when the car came up, I remained in a slumped, curled-up position. "To there?" "Xiaoheli near the clock tower." "Get in." The car door closed, and the woman sat in the front seat to the right of the driver .

The woman lowered her head, smoothing her damp hair. I glanced at her lazily before turning my gaze back to the window. The clock tower? The photos in her QQ space—the last one had the clock tower in the background! A photo of Shen Dan with a silver hair clip, her back to the camera, flashed

through my mind . "This rain is heavy, your umbrella is too small," the driver said to her. "Yeah, otherwise... oh, there are people in the " the woman said, only then noticing me in the back seat. "It's okay, we're going the same way. You go first, he'll go to Heping Residential Area," the driver said. "Oh, you're really good at business," the woman replied casually. The driver continued talking to the woman, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I opened my phone, found the photo, and looked at it carefully. The balcony railing in the photo was dilapidated, but the overall feeling was still beautiful. The car stopped. "We're here," the driver said to the woman. "Okay, goodbye," the woman handed over the money, opened the door, and left. The driver took the money and was about to turn the wheel when I handed him a 50-yuan note, said "Keep the change," and jumped out of the taxi. Xiaoheli is an old neighborhood here. The neighborhood is really quite old; the buildings are all four-story old buildings. The name of the neighborhood, Xiaoheli, is . I stood at the gate, looking up at the clock tower in the distance. From this angle, in this direction, the location in the photo is about 80% here. Those photos of Shen Dan were taken in one of the apartments in this neighborhood, and the balcony of that apartment faces the clock tower. In the guardhouse, an old man in his fifties or sixties sat quietly, wearing glasses and carefully reading a newspaper. Although the neighborhood is old, people come and go continuously, and every face that passes by shows a different expression due to different moods. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, lifting a blue plastic bag, which floats around arrogantly for a long time before finally landing in front of me. A delivery van pulled up at the entrance of the residential complex. The courier got out, carrying a cardboard package, and brushed against me as he walked into the guardhouse. A moment later, he brushed against me again and climbed back into the van… A boy riding a bicycle with one hand on his back, a girl nestled against his waist, her body pressed against his back, rode past me very slowly. Shen Dan and I had done that too, experiencing the purest happiness on a bicycle… Watching their figures slowly disappear into the distance, I thought of the warm memories of the past. The old man in the guardhouse came out with the package he had just delivered and walked to the blackboard at the entrance of the complex. He slowly moved his arm and wrote a few lines of chalk: "Zheng Weihua, Room 202, Building 2, Unit 2, Package Received." I rubbed my eyes and approached the blackboard. Yes! I wasn't mistaken! The three hastily written chalk characters in the middle were indeed Zheng Weihua's name. Zheng Weihua really did live in this complex. I sneered inwardly and walked towards Room 202, Building 2, Unit 2. The staircase was dilapidated, covered in dust and trash; after all, it was an old neighborhood, and many basic hallway facilities were incomplete . This was probably a unit-built public housing complex from the early 1980s or 90s. Seeing many rental notices posted at the stairwell, I knew that most of the original residents had moved to the new district of Linhai City, and these old houses were now occupied by their tenants. Given Zheng Weihua's financial situation, he shouldn't live in such a complex. Could it be that he deliberately chose such an inconspicuous neighborhood for his rendezvous with Shen Dan? On the second floor, near the west side, the number 202 on a renovated iron door was slightly tilted. I hesitated for a moment, but still mustered the courage to knock on the door. No one answered; clearly, no one was home. Were those sexy photos—round buttocks, beautiful thighs, alluring photos of delicate feet—taken in this room? I leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, hoping it would dispel some of my troubling suspicions. "Fifty is just right." "Thank you… goodbye." Suddenly, there were voices upstairs, followed by unhurried footsteps descending the stairs. A man in his thirties, probably coming down from the fourth floor, was wearing a gray work uniform and carrying a tool bag over one shoulder . I shrank back slightly. As he passed where I had just been standing, and I saw the "Yangyang Locksmith" sign on , a thought suddenly popped into my head. "Hey... sir... are you from a locksmith company?" I tossed away my cigarette butt and asked. The man, who had already come down a few steps, turned and looked at me. "Yes..." "Excuse me, I forgot my keys inside. Can you open this door?" I pointed to the door The man looked at me again... "Fifty for opening, eighty for changing the lock cylinder," he said, turning completely away. "I don't need to change the lock cylinder, the key is inside, just open it... thank you." The locksmith squatted in front of me, operating a strange tool. I stood nervously behind him, glancing nervously at the stairwell entrance on the first floor. In less than five minutes, the door opened. I quickly handed over the money, and after watching the locksmith disappear around the corner downstairs, I hurriedly opened the door like a thief, jumped into the house, and quickly closed the door again. I breathed a deep sigh of relief, thankful that the lock-picking process had gone smoothly! The company housing built in the 80s and 90s was really economical; it consisted of just a small living room, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Including the balcony on the south side of the room, it was only about 60 square meters. It was clear the house had undergone simple renovations; the bathroom door had been moved to the bedroom, so the living room was fairly square. A tripod stood under the north-facing window, behind which was a white backdrop. Next to it was a brand-new air conditioner; I guessed this was Zheng Weihua's filming location. The room was quite large, but the walls were rather old. A Simmons bed stood against the wall in the middle, next to a sofa set. Two spotlights were positioned in front of the sofa. I stood there blankly by the bed, and the thought of those photos of Shen Dan on this bed, under those two spotlights, made my heart ache. A wardrobe was placed in the corner of the room, one side of the bed faced the bathroom, and the other side had a south-facing window overlooking the balcony. The bathroom was the smallest, with only a toilet installed, which was directly opposite the door.

To make the small apartment appear larger, only two doors were installed.

Besides the entrance I just unlocked, there was a wooden door separating the rooms and the balcony.

Opening the balcony door, a large cardboard box containing an air conditioner box confirmed that the air conditioner in the north-facing living room was
recently purchased. I also confirmed that Zhang Yali's QQ space photos were taken from this spot, as the angle from the balcony
doorway corresponds to the clock tower, and the clock
tower seen from this angle is exactly the same as the one in the background of the photo.

I looked around the room again. In front of the Simmons mattress was a pair of pink women's slippers, and next to them was a pair of black
men's slippers. Finally, when I opened the wardrobe, my grief and anger intensified. Inside, besides Shen Dan's beige
gauze dress, those alluring lace bras and panties, there were neatly piled collars, chains,
red ropes, various sizes of electric dildos, a red vibrator, and on top of all these things,
a black anal plug!

My mind went blank. My wife, whom I once cherished and loved so dearly, was now not only
being humiliated by that lewd man, but also subjected to his use of these
perverted on her fair and smooth body…

Could the delicate Shen Dan really withstand this enormous anal plug?

Before, our bedside table was always stocked with her favorite snacks and several romance novels. When
the streetlights were dim, we would always snuggle together warmly. I would hold the remote control in one hand and embrace Shen
Dan's alabaster-like white skin with the other. I would watch my football game while she flipped through her novels. When passion arose, I
would lean down and kiss her fragrant hair, her pretty face, her shy smile, her sweet dimples, and her rosy
lips, until the book was on the bedside table, the TV was turned down, and we would embrace and caress each other…

No, I don't believe it, I absolutely refuse to believe it! In such a short time, my wife would willingly accept such a perverted
person and such perverted sex.

I slammed the cabinet door shut, perhaps too hard, and "splat!" a pink-wrapped tube of ointment jumped out.
I picked it up and saw it was all in English, but the label included the word "lust intimacy.

" "That bastard!" I cursed inwardly, forcefully throwing the ointment back into the drawer. Because my foreign language skills had always
been decent since school, I easily understood the simple word—it was an aphrodisiac.

I sat down in despair. "What's that bumping my butt?" I turned my head.

A bag, a briefcase!

It must be his. I unzipped the bag.

Besides a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, I also felt a diary.

Damn it, this bastard has a habit of keeping a diary?

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