【Fallen】(04) Author: fl7898256

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Chapter 4: Confusion

Ever since that time in the garage, Xiaobai has acted like he'd seen a ghost whenever he sees me, turning tail and running away regardless of the situation,
making me too embarrassed to lay a hand on him again. Not long after, he moved away, and later I heard he transferred to another
school. In my rage, I didn't know my own strength and probably gave that bastard psychological trauma. Fortunately, that
bastard knew he was in the wrong and didn't cause me any legal trouble.

But my troubles are already big enough. Jing still goes to work on time, knowing she
might be bullied and humiliated every day, but I'm powerless to do anything about it. After all, I'm stretched thin. I have to complete
my research according to a tight schedule, and it's a 40-50 minute drive to Jing's workplace, which is clearly beyond my
reach . And even if I did go, what could I do? Could I publicly denounce her
affair with Spencer in front of all her colleagues?

I tried to persuade Jing to quit her job and become a full-time housewife, since my PhD salary is enough for both of our daily expenses.
However, Jing always refused my suggestions, citing the difficulty of earning her job. We had several such conversations, the last
one being our first argument after marriage. During the argument, Jing seemed to sense something from my words,
repeatedly asking if I had heard something from others. Her previously firm tone suddenly turned
pitiful burst into tears. The question that was on the tip of my tongue was swallowed back. Even though she had
done those things behind my back, she was still the woman I loved most. Even knowing she was being wantonly humiliated and manipulated, I still
couldn't bear to lay a finger on her. I still deeply loved Jing. Around that time, Jing promised me
that she would quit her job as soon as I graduated and come to the city where I worked to be a full-time housewife. A few days later, Jing
happily told me that her company had accepted her resignation application for May of the following year, but also that her early
departure might require occasional overtime as compensation. I was very happy about Jing's initiative; it meant that she still
cared about me and my feelings. I could understand her request to work overtime, since Jing's original
contract was until October of next year, and it was fortunate that she was able to terminate it early without incurring penalties. I even advised her to be patient
, as I only had less than six months left until graduation. However, what happened afterward made me realize that my
understanding of "overtime" was wrong.

After that, Jing generally went to work on time, and would occasionally tell me in advance if she came home late. One day, she needed to
work all night to meet a deadline. Although I was a little worried, I trusted Jing's love for me and let her go.
Fortunately this all-nighter only happened once. Life went on as usual, and my research progress was
affirmed by my supervisor; I had entered the final stage of writing my thesis. My job search was also progressing well; several
companies expressed interest, and I successfully entered the second round of interviews. In four months, I could graduate and leave
this place with Jing.

Today is the college's Thanksgiving Day, a big day for my agricultural college. To put it bluntly,
it was about inviting all the corporate sponsors of our college to have dinner, tour
the lab , hear student reports, and keep them happy so they'd continue funding next year. As my advisor's
best student, I was responsible for receiving the corporate representatives visiting our lab. Jing's company, EF, as
one of the sponsors, was also invited and sent a delegation of four people, including Jing, probably because of me.

We had just seen one group off when the EF delegation appeared at our lab entrance.

"Hi, Yi, long time no see, I missed you so much!" A tall white man rushed up and gave me a
solid hug; it was Spencer.

Thinking about what he had done to Jing before

, I felt very disgusted with him, but I couldn't show it in this situation. "Hello, Spencer," I replied listlessly. "Welcome to visit. And who are these people?" I
didn't want to talk to him at all and deliberately changed the subject.

"Oh, this is Mr. Zoe, our R&D center director. This lady is Ms. Stephanie, our HR manager
. And this one, Jing, you don't not recognize your wife, do you? Hahahaha," he said,
reaching out to put his arm around Jing's shoulder, but Jing dodged him. I ignored his joke and shook hands with the others. Zoe
was a kind-faced old man, speaking with precise grammar, dressed almost rigidly, a typical Western
gentleman . Stephanie needed no introduction; she was the woman in that bathroom door incident. Although we hadn't seen each other since,
I remembered her vividly. I didn't like the way she looked at me; it always made me feel naked.
When we shook hands, she gently squeezed my hand, clearly provoking and seducing me.

"Yi, hello! We've met before, haven't we?" Stephanie looked at me mockingly,
the expression making her seem somewhat malicious. She was wearing a blue pantsuit today, which made her skin look even
whiter . Underneath the suit was a low-cut silk pleated top; after our last encounter, I had a feeling she probably would
n't wear a bra now. A pearl necklace hung around her neck, which, combined with her outfit, gave her a professional and capable look. She wore flesh-colored stockings and ordinary black high heels. Anyone seeing her for the first time would never imagine that she was the slut who had been pleasured under Spencer's penis that day. "Of course," I said, "at Jing's new employee welcome party." "There should have been another one! Although it was an informal occasion." I glanced at Jing intentionally or unintentionally after saying that. Jing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she deliberately pretended to look around the lab. "Yes, there was one," I could only reply, "Thank you very much for your company's support ," and quickly changed the subject. The old gentleman was very happy and exchanged a few more polite words with me. I turned to Jing, who was dressed exceptionally beautifully today. Her long hair was styled in a bun, and she wore light makeup . Around her neck hung the Tiffany gold bead necklace I had given her, which accentuated her fair skin and gave her an air of regal elegance. She wore a fitted halter-neck dress in the style of Chinese ink painting , revealing her bare shoulders and highlighting her full breasts and hips, giving her a curvaceous figure. A DKNY handbag slung over her arm, adding a touch of professionalism. Her smooth legs dangled beyond the hem of her dress, and she wore flesh-colored high heels that made her legs appear long and straight, tempting me to reach out and admire them. Jing seemed a little shy about meeting me in such a formal setting; her face flushed, which was quite adorable. She smiled and gave me a formal handshake, which drew some playful teasing from her colleagues and my labmates.

The atmosphere became lively. Afterwards, I led them on a tour of the entire lab and introduced
several ongoing projects in our group. They, especially the older gentleman, were very satisfied with our progress, smiling
and nodding frequently. He concluded by saying he could continue collaborating with our lab and invited me to
a luncheon arranged by the college for their sponsors. I was also looking to meet more industry experts, so I readily agreed. The lunch
was a social gathering; we each carried a plate of food and drinks, moving around and chatting.
I tried to talk to Jing several times, but because the older gentleman was very interested in my project, I could only
shrug . Jing understood, gave me an "OK" from a distance, and went to chat with others. The older
gentleman asked many questions, pulling me aside to discuss my experimental results in detail. I was happy to show others my
work , and then, seeing Jing chatting happily with my advisor, I ignored her and focused on chatting with the older gentleman
. We chatted for about fifteen minutes, enjoying each other's company. Feeling a bit parched, I asked the old gentleman for a break
to get some drinks. Looking around, I realized Jing was nowhere to be seen, and my advisor was also talking to someone else.
Although there were quite a few people, the place wasn't large. I circled the crowd several times but couldn't find Jing, and Spencer had also disappeared.

I had a bad feeling. This was strange; the luncheon still had almost an hour to go, and they had no
reason to leave. Had they gone to the restroom? I hurried out of the hall to check, but almost bumped into a
woman . I quickly stopped and said sorry. Looking up, I saw Stephanie smiling, arms crossed, looking at
me.

"Yi, where are you in such a hurry?" she said, deliberately blocking my way,
looking at me with a mocking smile. "I'm going to find my wife, please move aside!" I had no
liking for this woman and had always vaguely felt that she was somehow connected to Jing's previous promiscuous behavior.

"Don't you want to talk to me? Hmm?" the woman said to me ambiguously, biting
her lower lip and taking a step closer.

"I do, but not now. Listen, please move aside, I need to find Jing!" I said, and tried to walk around her.

Unexpectedly, Stephanie anticipated my move and deliberately swerved in my direction, bumping into me.
The champagne in her hand spilled onto her suit, and she let out an affected gasp, attracting stares from those around us. I was
extremely embarrassed and quickly apologized, handing Stephanie a tissue. By this time, she had already toned down her flirtatious
manner and returned to the composure of a professional woman, smiling and apologizing to those around her, and asking me to take her to the restroom in front of everyone
. I didn't dare to act rashly in front of everyone, suppressing my anger and leading her out of the banquet hall.
The restroom was around a corner not far from the banquet hall, and although there were still people coming and going, it was noticeably less crowded.

I turned around angrily and questioned Stephanie, "Madam, what exactly do you want?!"

Stephanie remained silent, her delicate face taut and expressionless,
staring blankly at me, making me feel uneasy. After a long pause, she abruptly asked, "Do you still love her?"

"What?" I wondered if I had misheard.

"Do you still love Jing?" she asked, confirming. "I want to know if your earlier anxiety was due to anger or love."
Now it was my turn to be stunned. What was this woman up to?

"Love, of course I love her." I guess my face was completely blank.

"Can you swear? Swear to God?" she continued, still expressionless. America is a Christian country, and people still hold God in awe. Swearing to God is considered very serious

by many . Although I was confused, I raised my hand as she asked. "I swear to God that I still deeply love Jing!" "No matter what happens?" "No matter what happens!" "Good! You're a smart person. I guess you already know something, right?" She looked at me questioningly. "Spencer and Jing?" I trailed off, unsure what this vixen was trying to say. "Yes," Stephanie sighed, her teasing, seductive gaze returning. "Jing's a complete slut. You didn't know that, did you?" I'd thought about it, but never wanted to admit it. "What did you say!" My voice rose, my fists clenched, and I could feel the uneasy stares . Stephanie chuckled softly, placing her hand on my fist and whispering in my ear, "But she still loves you very much, and that hasn't changed despite everything." Her whisper tickled my ear, but her words exploded in my mind like a thunderbolt, igniting a spark of hope. My fist slowly loosened. "Relax, sweetheart," Stephanie continued teasingly, "Can't you see I'm helping you?" Although her words were irritating, she genuinely meant me no harm. I remained silent, arms crossed, staring coldly at her. "That's right," she patted my shoulder with satisfaction. "Then I'll continue, just listen." "Women's sexual desires are much stronger than men's, it's just that we don't express them," Stephanie said seriously. "Your Jing is a prime example," she giggled a few times, and seeing that I didn't react, she continued, "Her body is incredibly voluptuous, born to serve men and be manipulated and played with, so she was conquered by Spencer's big dick in one go." She even licked her lips lewdly after saying that. I snorted coldly and looked to the side, my mind a mess. "Of course, she looks very conservative. But I helped a little, and Spencer quickly got her . She's very dependent on that big cock now, but," she paused deliberately, "she still loves you!" "That's really strange!" she said to me with an exaggerated expression, "I never thought that even the most intense sex couldn't break her love for you." "I will take her away!" I said resolutely, staring at the crowd in the distance. "Hmph, easier said than done. Do you really think Spencer will let her go? She's his toy wherever she goes, at his beck and call, just like me..." Stephanie's tone turned somewhat sorrowful as she spoke, "If only Justin could have been like you back then," she muttered softly, almost to herself. "What?" I asked, confused. Who was Justin? Why this random person? "Nothing, I'll tell you about it another time." She rubbed her eyes, which were red. "Now you have more important things to do. Understand your wife's sexual desires, and think carefully about how you should..."

"I love her so much." She handed me a business card. "My name is *****. Don't contact me unless necessary. Remember! You can only look
now . Don't disturb Spencer and Jing, and especially don't let them know what you and I talked about, otherwise
your Jing will really go to hell! I'll handle Spencer, but it will take time, almost done."

"I…" I stammered, not knowing what to say. I still hated this woman,
but the hatred had lessened considerably, even knowing she was the driving force behind Jing's promiscuous behavior.

"What are you standing there for? Go find them, remember what I said!" Stephanie seemed somewhat exhausted,
leaning against the wall, pointing in a direction. "They went to the pilot plant, I don't know exactly where,
find it yourself!" She then stared at the ground without saying another word.

The pilot plant was on the first floor, filled with large equipment for research and learning, simulating a factory environment
. I ran a few steps in that direction, then suddenly stopped, turned around, hesitated for a moment, but
couldn't bring , then turned back and ran towards the factory. What kind of woman was she? What had she been through? I didn't
know , but I trusted her.

The banquet hall in the pilot plant wasn't far away, and it was empty because everyone had gathered there
; no one would come here for at least forty minutes. The factory hall was brightly lit; they wouldn't
do anything shady here. So I turned my gaze to a row of small rooms to the left of the main entrance. The five small rooms
were categorized according to chemicals, tools, parts, and other commonly used factory items. Upon closer inspection, I noticed
a faint light coming from the innermost tool room. I quietly turned the doorknob; it was locked from the inside. This must
be it. I pressed my ear against the door and listened; there seemed to be voices, but the door was too thick to hear clearly. I quickly turned and
entered the reagent room next door. Due to safety design, all the small rooms had emergency exits leading outwards, and these
exits were connected. We often used this method to open accidentally locked room doors. Through the emergency
exit, I saw what made my blood boil.

Only the middle of the three chandeliers in the small room was on. In the dim light, two white bodies
were passionately intertwined. It was Jing and Spencer.

The zipper of Jing's sundress was undone at the back, her upper body completely stripped down to her waist, her
bra gone, her breasts bouncing with the man's thrusts from behind. Her hands were tied behind her back, seemingly
bound by something, her skirt had been lifted up, and a huge penis was thrusting into her snow-white buttocks. Her
high-heeled feet struggled to keep up with the man's rhythm, and she made muffled moans, sounding
as if something was stuffed in her mouth.

Spencer was almost completely naked behind her; in the light, his clothes seemed to be hanging on a rack nearby.
He was in a horse stance, grabbing one of Jing's upper arms in each hand, his huge penis thrusting upwards
desperately into Jing's honey pot. Jing's honeypot was clearly too small to fully accommodate the enormous penis; each time it could only penetrate a little
more than halfway before her legs were almost lifted off the ground. If it weren't for Spencer's large hands gripping her, she might have been lifted off her feet
. After nearly 100 thrusts accompanied by the wet, squelching sounds, Spencer seemed tired. He straightened up, pulled back,
and withdrew his massive penis from Jing's honeypot, rubbing it against her buttocks. Without the support of his penis,
Jing's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed, but Spencer grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. One hand pinched Jing's
chin, turning her face towards him, while the other hand shamelessly fondled and toyed with her breasts. Only then did I
see Jing's face clearly. Her eyes were glazed, as if she were coquettishly arguing; her face was flushed, and her mouth was stuffed with something black—
no wonder her voice was muffled. Spencer grinned lewdly and pulled the object out of Jing's mouth—it was Jing's panties. He
stuffed them into her own mouth.

"Bitch, how does your own juices taste? Slutty, right? Hahahaha," Spencer chuckled smugly at Jing.

Jing gasped for breath, silent, but her face showed no disgust, as if it were commonplace
.

"I was just worried you'd be too loud and someone would hear, which would be embarrassing for us both, right?" Spencer played with Jing
in his arms , admiring her wet panties.

"We...we should finish quickly and get out, okay? I'm afraid someone will notice we're gone..." Jing
said timidly, her buttocks seemingly intentionally brushing against the large penis behind her.

"Who will notice, your Yi? Maybe, but that bitch Stephanie will cling to her, don't worry
! Haha, maybe they've found a place to fuck somewhere too, ahahahahaha," Spencer
laughed .

Stephanie seemed to have consciously stopped me, but it was clearly her own decision to let me pass. Why?

Hearing me mentioned, Jing's tone was clearly displeased. "Don't forget our agreement! We're not
talking about Yi!" Spencer replied. "I know, you little slut, don't forget about tonight. My Chinese
clients are waiting for you at the company!" What are they going to do tonight? I clenched my fists nervously.

Jing lowered her head and didn't answer, but she seemed to enjoy Spencer's touch, letting out soft moans.

Seeing that Jing didn't answer, Spencer became a little annoyed, grabbing Jing's right breast with great force,
squeezing the flesh between his fingers. "We have an agreement, you little bitch! You said it yourself
!"

Jing winced in pain. "Be gentle!" She shook her body as if trying to shake off his hand. "I promise you
, you have to keep your promise!" My lovely, innocent wife, how could you let a beast keep his promise!

"Of course, of course I will, don't worry!" Spencer squinted his eyes and made a promise, but it sounded more like
a casual remark. "Come on, let me warm you up a bit, so you won't be too shy later." He pulled a round stool from
the shadows , plopped down on it, and pointed his engorged penis at Jing.
"It's buffet time, please help yourself!" he said, looking at Jing with a mocking expression.

Jing seemed quite adept at it, naturally turning and kneeling down, burying her head in Spencer's scrotum and sucking his
testicles . It turned out that Jing's hands had been tied behind her back the whole time; judging by the shape and material, it was clearly her bra.
After sucking on his large testicles for a while, Jing began licking upwards along the penis,
pausing for a moment before shoving it all the way in and slowly beginning to give Spencer oral sex. I remembered
how skillfully Jing had performed oral sex on me; it seemed I'd found her training ground. The enormous glans almost filled Jing
's entire mouth, but she still moved her tongue to caress the massive penis. Spencer gasped a few times in pleasure.
The air conditioning was on. He pressed Jing's head down with both hands and began to thrust roughly, completely ignoring her sobs and gagging
. It pained me to watch, but I couldn't tell if the pain came from the torture and manipulation or from her cooperation.

After a while, Jing struggled to stand up, turning around as if to soothe the
massive penis with her own vagina. Spencer, however, remained seated, watching with interest. With her arms tied behind her back,
Jing's balance was poor, and she slipped away several times trying to connect with the penis. Each time she slipped, Spencer would use his hand
to slap her buttocks with the penis as punishment. Jing seemed impatient, her beautiful legs pressed tightly
together , rubbing slightly. Her juices had already flowed down her thighs to her feet; she seemed eager to be fucked. Seeing
that she couldn't be mounted from behind, and Spencer was deliberately toying with her lack of cooperation, she simply turned around and
straddled him face-to-face. My wife had been developed like this.

Face-to-face seemed much easier. Although Spencer still deliberately dodged, Jing's legs firmly gripped
Spencer's waist. Seizing the opportunity, she thrust his massive penis into her vagina, tilting her head back and letting out a sharp
moan , seemingly enjoying it immensely, a smile playing on her lips. She was about to move her hips up and down in lovemaking
when Spencer's large hands pressed down on her shoulders, stopping her in place. This seemed to be precisely at the deepest point of penetration. Jing
's expression was incredibly complex, a mixture of pain and pleasure, her face contorted, saliva drooling as she moaned
ecstatically . It seemed his massive penis was pressing against her cervix. My heart tightened; I hoped he wouldn't ejaculate inside. Then
I suddenly found it amusing—why did I still care so much about this wanton wife?

"Jing, your uterus feels so good, it even licks my glans better than your little mouth, you're
amazing !" After saying that, he buried his head and played with and sucked on Jing's breasts for a while. "I also love the sound of your moans,
but not today, we'll be found out. Here, suck this." After saying that, he put Jing's panties to her mouth, and Jing
obediently picked up the panties and let Spencer put them in her mouth. Then, under the control of Spencer's
large hands, she began to be manipulated up and down. With her mouth blocked, she could only make muffled moans,
as if it was time to begin. While he was having sex with Jing, Spencer's mouth was not idle either, sucking and licking Jing's pair of breasts that swayed in front of her chest
, making Jing's breathing and moans even more rapid. After about 100 more thrusts, Jing suddenly
stiffened , hissing as her feet lifted off the ground and curled back, her entire weight
concentrated on his massive penis. She convulsed a few times before collapsing onto Spencer's shoulder, seemingly
unconscious . "Is she alright?" I worried. But then I saw Spencer calmly lift Jing off him
, stand up, and let her sit on a stool, resting her face against his penis, seemingly rubbing it against her cheek
. After a while, Jing slowly woke up, her eyes tired but filled with pleasure and
desire . She even licked the penis, now covered in her own fluids, with her tongue. Jing had actually been
brought unconscious by Spencer! I felt quite ashamed of myself.

Spencer seemed satisfied with Jing's performance, and with a rare gentle touch, he tidied the messy hair on her forehead.
"Little slut, did you enjoy it just now? Haha, I sent you to heaven twice, and my big cock felt
amazing too. Your cunt is so good at sucking. Come on, it's about time, let me finish this battle too." As he spoke,
he loosened the bra binding Jing's hands behind her back and pulled her wet panties out of her mouth as well. Jing was
completely exhausted and her legs were weak, so she let Spencer do as he pleased. At this moment, Jing leaned against Spencer's big cock,
panting and resting, her arms hanging limply at her sides, her breasts trembling slightly with her breath, her eyes unfocused, as if
she was still savoring the orgasm she had just had. Her hair was messy, her skirt was bunched up at her waist, and her legs, clad in high heels
, were spread apart. In the light, you could see that Jing's cunt was still glistening, and the vaginal opening that had been stretched open by the big cock was slowly
closing , and the lustful fluid inside seemed to be flowing out. The round stool was still wet, and the lustful fluid was flowing down the edge. She had completely lost
her usual confident and capable goddess image.

Seeing that Jing was completely exhausted, Spencer shrugged helplessly, then placed her on
the nearby workbench, spread her legs, and positioned her vulva towards my hiding place before going to find something
. Watching my wife being treated like this, I naturally wanted to rush out and fight him, even if I couldn't beat him, I could at least
give him a good beating. But for some reason, I kept remembering Stephanie's words, and I inexplicably trusted that
bitch . So I just stared blankly as my wife was being bullied. Jing was still panting, seemingly having regained
some strength, and she closed her legs, lying on her side, looking to the side, lost in thought. After a while, Spencer
emerged from the darkness, holding a condom; so that's what he was looking for.

He waved the condom in his hand at Jing, saying with displeasure, "I hate this stuff the most.
I never used it when I was fucking that bitch Stephanie, and you, you little slut, actually asked for it!" He then threw the condom at Jing.
"But I'll keep my word. Same old rules, come here and put it on!" Jing obediently picked up the condom, carefully
tore open the packaging, pulled out the condom, and meticulously put it on Spencer's enormous glans .
She even licked it once before putting it on, seemingly to expel any air bubbles. Spencer shuddered with pleasure, and without another word,
grabbed Jing's two beautiful legs and pulled them towards him. With a gasp from Jing, he thrust his penis into her vagina and
began pumping. Jing turned her face to the side, only moaning incessantly, just like I
had seen at Xiaobai's house, as if her soul had left, leaving only her wanton body to enjoy sex. She
clutched , her legs curled up and held in Spencer's hands. One shoe had come off, and the other was just
hanging on her toes, swaying rhythmically with each thrust. This time, Spencer's movements were fast and wide-ranging. I was
worried he might injure Jing's genitals, but her vagina seemed incredibly elastic, able to accommodate any size penis.
It lasted about two hundred thrusts, during which Jing had another orgasm, but Spencer didn't stop until
he roared and collapsed on top of her, seemingly ejaculating a large amount of semen. When he withdrew his penis,
the large condom was still full of semen. Spencer pulled it off and tossed it into Jing's
handbag, then rubbed his shrunken penis against Jing's calves before starting to get dressed. Jing gradually
recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm, silently tidying her clothes and hair, hesitating over her wet underwear
, unsure whether to wear it or throw it away. Spencer, who was standing nearby, noticed this and, with a grin, snatched the [item] from Jing's hand.
Before she could react, he pushed Jing down onto the workbench, her buttocks raised high, and
roughly shoved the crumpled panties into her honeypot! "Fuck Spencer, you son of a bitch!"
I screamed inwardly.

"Hold on, I'll take it out after we get in the car!" Spencer said rudely. "Tell Yi you're going to take a day off
, you'll have to work overtime tonight, there's a lot to do, hahaha!" Jing seemed to want to resist, but then
seemed remember something, so she just nodded and laboriously closed her legs to gather other things.

Then I heard a lot of voices outside; it seemed everyone had finished the banquet and was coming back to visit. I quietly returned to the chemical shed while
the two of them weren't looking, and looked out the window. Many people were walking around the factory, looking at the machines.
A little while later, I saw Jing and Spencer push open the door of the shed next door, pretending to observe the machines and blending into the
crowd. They soon separated and left. Jing must have gone to find me, so I quickly slipped out during the break,
ran a short distance in the opposite direction of the banquet hall, and then pretended to be walking back. I bumped into Stephanie on the way,
but she just smiled at me and walked away without saying a word. I met Jing at the entrance of the banquet hall.

"Honey, where did you go? I've been looking for you everywhere." Jing ran towards me as soon as she saw me,
hooking her arm around mine and acting all cute. Her eyes were full of love. Was this really the Jing who had been fucked unconscious by Spencer just now?
I almost thought I was dreaming.

"I went back to the lab to do some things. Have you been here the whole time?" I asked, forcing myself to be alert. Of course,
I already knew the truth.

"Of course, where else would I go?" Jing said somewhat awkwardly. "By the way, honey, I have to work overtime tonight,
so I won't be going back to sleep, okay?" Of course I knew you had to work overtime! I screamed inwardly, wishing I could tear her
clothes and let everyone around see the panties stuffed in her honey pot.

"Oh, okay, I also have an experiment to do, it'll be quite late, I was just about to ask you for leave." I
said, barely suppressing my anger. "Where are you sleeping?"

"It might be very late, I'll just make do in the duty room." Jing seemed a little flustered, pretending to look around
to distract herself from her embarrassment.

"Hi, Yi, Jing, you're all here!" Spencer's voice came, and Stephanie next to him was also
looking at me meaningfully.

"Jing told you, right? We have to work overtime tonight, to receive visiting clients from China, Jing is our
best translator!" Spencer said with a hearty laugh, completely unrecognizable from the lewd look on his face when he was manipulating Jing just now.

"Yes, I know. You all need to get some rest." I glanced at Stephanie standing behind me,
who quietly nodded in approval of my answer.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Jing. Well then, let's say goodbye! Goodbye." After saying that, the others
shook hands with me one by one to say goodbye. Spencer's large, sweaty hands made me feel a little nauseous, I wondered how much of Jing's bodily fluids were on them.
Afterwards, the group said goodbye and left. Jing's walking posture was still awkward, her legs tightly pressed together. For
a moment she seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating, she just kissed me and then followed them away. I
watched my wife walk into hell, feeling utterly useless.

Only after they had turned the corner and disappeared from sight did I open my right hand to examine a key in my hand—the one
Stephanie had given me when we shook hands. I was puzzled about where the key came from when my phone rang with a
text message from an unknown number.

"Come to EF Company Building A between 8:20 and 8:30 tonight. Use the key to enter through the side door and
hide in the locker in room 214. The timing has to be perfect, otherwise I can't help you. Take the recording equipment. —S"

It must have been from Stephanie. Was she helping me catch her husband cheating? Why? What would she do with the recording? My
mind was about to explode. Regret, humiliation, anger, confusion—all sorts of negative emotions were tearing at me like demons.
I am truly powerless to do anything about it, so I might as well follow Stephanie's advice. Even if it's a perilous journey, what's wrong with
taking it ?

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