Humiliated wife who borrowed sperm

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Chapter 1, My Husband Has Difficulty Having Children, His Classmate is a Real Man (First-Person Perspective from the Female Lead, a Wife's Story)

I am a mother, but not a good mother. I shouldn't have given birth to my child, bringing her into this cruel world.
I am a wife, but not a good wife. I shouldn't have let my love be used, making me a tool in this family.

"Mom! Don't worry! Huixin is in good health, she's just a little young, so she hasn't gotten pregnant yet. When Huixin gets older, you'll definitely be able to hold your grandson!" This is my husband sitting on my mother-in-law's bed, comforting her.
"Hmph!" My mother-in-law didn't say anything, just sullenly hummed, then continued eating sunflower seeds, leaving all the shells on the floor. I would have to carefully sweep them up later, not leaving a single shell, or I would get a scolding from my mother-in-law.
"Mom! Don't eat so many sunflower seeds, it'll make you feel hot. Here, have some water!" My husband pleaded, respectfully offering my mother-in-law a glass of water.
Although my mother-in-law is used to being domineering and treats my husband harshly, she's not as fierce towards her own son as she is towards me. She took a small sip of the water my husband offered, then handed it to me, gesturing for me to put it aside.
Kneeling on the ground, I quickly took it and placed it aside, secretly glancing at my mother-in-law, who still seemed angry.
"You feel sorry for your daughter-in-law?" she said, looking at my husband sideways, clearly still displeased with his advice.
"You won't even let me eat sunflower seeds if you don't give me a grandson? Is this how you treat your son? I raised you with so much hardship, and this is how you repay me?" Her gaze towards my husband also turned unfriendly, though I couldn't tell if it was because he had advised her against eating sunflower seeds or because he had just pleaded for me.
"Mom..." My husband, hearing his mother's rebuke, was speechless for a moment. In front of his mother, he was far less assertive than he was in front of outsiders, even appearing unusually weak.
My husband was raised by my mother-in-law alone; my father-in-law had passed away long ago, leaving only my mother-in-law and husband to depend on each other.
However, my mother-in-law was a strong-willed and assertive woman; in her youth, no one in her village dared to mess with this fierce widow. Perhaps because my husband had always felt for his mother's hard work in raising him, he was exceptionally filial.
His filial piety was renowned; everyone in town praised him. He was also very ambitious, becoming the first college student from his village and the first from his town to attend university in a big city.
His village was proud of him, and many in our town admired him greatly.
Yet, this college student insisted on having his mother accompany him to university before he would register. It wasn't because he was afraid of the outside world, but because he didn't want to leave his mother alone. This act earned him even more praise from the villagers and townspeople, who considered him a rare example of filial piety.
After graduating, my husband had the opportunity to live in a big city, but he ultimately chose to return to his small town to become a doctor. His reason for doing so was simply that his mother missed home and couldn't adapt to big city life. To move back to his mother's hometown with his wife, my husband even gave up a relationship he had started in college. He told me that the girl was outstanding in every way – in character, looks, family background, and academics – even though I was known as the most beautiful woman in town,
I couldn't compare. I do possess enviable beauty, and many people in the village and town do indeed covet me, but my family background is very poor. I don't even know who my mother is; my father never mentions her to me. I only know from snippets of conversation that my mother isn't a local; she's a woman from the city, sent here for "re-education." Back then, my mother was a notorious womanizer, known for her beauty and promiscuity. I heard many men had slept with her. Although saying this is disrespectful and unfilial to my mother, it's the truth.
Later, my mother gave birth to me. I don't know if my biological father is my deceased father, but my mother clung to him because he was honest. But when my mother heard that the country had started reform and opening up, she ran away alone, leaving me, three years old, with my father. I never saw her again after that, and her image in my mind was very faint. I
only heard from the villagers that I looked exactly like my mother, both equally beautiful, but I was too honest, unlike my mother, and I was a virgin, unlike my mother who was considered a "loose woman."
That year, I was seventeen, and my husband was twenty-three, having just returned to town.
I was a maidservant at home caring for my seriously ill father, while he was already the most skilled doctor in town. When he went to treat patients in remote areas, the police would often accompany him on his house calls, protecting him along the way.
My father was already very ill then, so I ran to town and invited this older brother from the neighboring village to come. But after seeing my father's condition and examining him, he said that my father had a terminal illness and couldn't be saved.
Hearing this, I was heartbroken, but my father was very happy. He said he had wanted to commit suicide for a long time, but had never dared to. Now, God was helping him one last time.
But my father is my everything, my pillar!
Without him, I have no one to rely on. Although I can work and am willing to work, how can I survive without a man to depend on?
A scoundrel in the village has always wanted to take advantage of me. If my father weren't still alive, he would have succeeded long ago.
I don't want to marry that scoundrel. I begged my father not to die, and I begged my older brother to save him.
But my father just smiled and didn't say anything, and my older brother just sighed and shook his head.
"How about I marry you?" I've forgotten the exact moment my older brother said those words, but after that, he became my husband and my support.
Because of my older brother, the scoundrel didn't dare to bother me anymore.
And so I walked into my husband's house. He was twenty-three years old, and I was seventeen.
But I never imagined that married life would be the beginning of a nightmare.

Only after I entered this house did I realize how formidable and harsh my mother-in-law was, and how my husband, who was so capable outside, was as weak as a chick in front of her. Perhaps this is true filial piety?
Only filial piety can explain why my seemingly invincible husband was so humiliated by his mother-in-law.
Although she treated me terribly, it's a tradition here to serve one's parents at home and one's in-laws after marriage. Even though I was constantly criticized, I could only complain inwardly, never daring to show any dissatisfaction, let alone be lazy or negligent.
Fortunately, my husband treated me very well; I could feel his love for me, no matter when or where.
In short, my married life was a mix of sweetness and trouble.
However, as time passed, five whole years passed without any sign of pregnancy, making my situation extremely difficult.
"What's the use of keeping a hen that can't lay eggs? Get rid of her and marry another one!" my mother-in-law roared, saying this to my husband more than once.
When my mother-in-law first said that, I thought my husband would divorce me and kick me out of the house. But I never expected that my usually timid husband would so resolutely support and protect me in this matter.
I am incredibly grateful for his protection; I know he has given me a home again and allowed my family to continue existing.
"Mom..." my husband said, he was hesitant. He never directly confronted his mother's demands, but always gently accepted them and slowly let them go.
Seeing that my husband was about to resort to his old methods again, my mother-in-law, not wanting him to drag things out any longer, immediately roared, "I don't care! How old are you? How old are you? You're already twenty-eight! Almost thirty! Thirty is the age of establishment, thirty is the age of establishment! You're in such good shape now, what's there to worry about? You said you'd marry another woman, and all the pretty girls in town would be yours to choose from! I don't care what you say, I'm giving you another year. If her belly still doesn't show any signs of pregnancy, you'd better divorce her
right now. If you don't divorce her, you might as well tell me to die!" Hearing my mother-in-law's words, my husband and I both turned pale. I knew my face must be completely bloodless, while my husband's face was somewhat dark. Because my mother-in-law had never said anything so harsh before.
My husband and I were both very frustrated when we left my mother-in-law's house, because we knew we needed to put everything else aside and focus all our energy on having a baby, but... for five whole years, my belly hadn't shown any signs of pregnancy, and I was starting to doubt whether I was really infertile.
We went back to our room and closed the door. Although we knew my mother-in-law was hard of hearing, we still didn't want her to hear the sounds of us making love, even though it wouldn't take long.
As usual, my husband sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shirt, while I knelt at his feet to help him remove his lower garments.
"Take it all off yourself, I'm too lazy to do it, then kneel down and lick me," my husband said without further ado, as if this had become a routine.
It truly was a routine. Before every sexual encounter, my husband would undress himself and then sit sprawled on the edge of the bed, while I sometimes undressed myself, and sometimes he would strip me naked, but every time I had to kneel between his legs and lick his penis.
I knelt on the floor and began to remove my shirt. My snow-white skin was slightly chilled by the air, my high breasts bounced joyfully after release, and behind a small tuft of pubic hair below my flat stomach was my shy private parts. I took off my pants and rubbed my legs against his genitals.
I wanted to use this sexy teasing to make him more interested in me, but I didn't expect my actions to elicit his impatience.
I knelt between my husband's spread legs, then lowered my head slightly and grasped his drooping penis.
First, I teased it with my tongue, then tightly enveloped it with my lips, sometimes gently licking, sometimes sucking hard, but no matter what I did, his penis was always difficult to get erect.
I didn't mind kneeling at my husband's feet; when serving my mother-in-law, she would lie down while I knelt, or she would sit while I knelt. As long as I wasn't doing anything, I always knelt to serve my mother-in-law—this was her requirement and what she called family rule.
Fortunately, my husband wouldn't make things difficult for me. As long as my mother-in-law wasn't around, he would let me rest, either lying down or sitting.
Only during intercourse would he make me kneel—either kneeling to lick his penis or kneeling with my buttocks raised so he could penetrate me from behind.
My husband's penis was always difficult to get hard. I licked for almost half an hour before his penis swelled from five centimeters to nearly ten centimeters, and even then, his penis could barely stand upright on its own.
I looked up at my husband's face; he clearly wasn't very enthusiastic, though he's usually like that.
But now, facing the pressure of being kicked out, I really hoped he would get me pregnant with his child, even if it was a girl, at least it would prove I could have children.
I quickly climbed onto the bed, then stuck out my white buttocks. My husband stood below, holding his already somewhat erect penis, rubbing it against my slightly dry vulva.
"Ah!" My husband let out a low growl, and a few hot, clear drops of fluid, as usual, splashed onto my buttocks and the outside of my vulva.
I knew, this time, the intercourse was over!
"Honey! Do you think I can get pregnant this time?" I lay naked on the bed with my husband, clinging to him like a vine, using my hot body to warm his somewhat cold one.
"Sigh! No!" My husband told me the result directly.
I frowned, a little worried, and said, "Honey! Is it really true that I can't have children? But everyone in the village says I have a big, perky bottom, perfect for childbirth!"
"Didn't I tell you, it's not your fault!" my husband mumbled, his tone somewhat depressed. He turned away unhappily, his back to me, but I still clung to him, hugging his cold body tightly from behind.
"But! If I can't get pregnant, Mom will really kick me out!" I said anxiously.
"I know! I know! I'll find a way to get you pregnant, don't say anything more. I'm going to sleep, don't bother me!"
my husband muttered impatiently and then ignored me.
I was uneasy and couldn't sleep, and there was an unbearable itching sensation under the hair between my legs. I secretly rubbed my crotch against my husband's thigh to make myself feel better.

The next day, I went to my husband's clinic to bring him food. When I pushed open the door, I heard my husband making a phone call in the inner room, and he sounded a little angry.
"Hey! Jiang Zhichao, how long have you been thinking about this?"
"Jiang Zhichao! Who said we look alike, like brothers? And now you're telling me this?"
"What? You want money? Are you kidding me?"
"What? So much? This isn't about keeping accounts clear between brothers, this is extortion, this…"
"This is a poor place, this is remote, but…"
"Do you think I'm begging you? Do you think I'm begging you for something this good?…Fine, I'll beg you!"
"I…I…"
"Beautiful! Beautiful! Didn't I show you the photos?"
"What Photoshop? Do you think I know how? There aren't even many computers here, the internet is terribly slow, how could I possibly know that?"
"You can do it! You can do it! It's only for a few days, you come, finish, and leave, right?"
"No! No! It's only for a few days, you can take a day off, how could you lose your job?"
"Okay, okay! I beg you, from now on you're my older brother, I'll be the younger brother, okay?"
"Alright! It's settled then! Almost…almost…"
"Okay! I'll come pick you up with her. If you're not satisfied, we can go back right away, alright?"
"We don't have this here! Bring some with you when you come! Imported ones, the good stuff!"
"Don't worry about the price. If we can get it all done in one go, won't that save you time?"
"You're still complaining about being broke? You're making fun of me! ...Fine! I'll reimburse you!"
"Of course, I need to buy both types of test strips."
"Okay, it's settled then."
After hanging up the phone, my husband sighed deeply. Even through the half-wall, I could clearly hear the helplessness in his voice.
My husband came out of the inner room and saw me carrying the food. He looked up at the quartz clock on the wall, looking somewhat surprised.
"What's wrong, honey? Is something bothering you?"
"Nothing... How long have you been in here?"
"About a minute!"
My husband didn't say anything more, just sat down and let me put the food on the table.
I sat opposite my husband, watching him. My intuition told me that something was wrong, but he just wouldn't tell me.
"Have you eaten? Where's Mom?"
"I've eaten! Mom's eaten too, she's taking a nap right now! I said I'd bring you some food, so I came out."
My husband nodded. The clinic isn't far from home, only a three- to five-minute walk, and there's a phone at home, an extension by his mother's bedside, so he's not worried about anything happening.
"Huixin..." My husband took a couple of bites of food, then looked up at me.
My heart suddenly jumped, because my husband rarely called me by my name when we talked. That intuition was getting clearer and clearer—something was wrong...something definitely was wrong!
"What's wrong, honey?"
"Nothing!" My husband didn't continue, but lowered his head and continued eating.
"Honey! What's wrong? Just say it!"
My husband looked at me, swallowed the food in his mouth, smiled, and said casually, "A college classmate of mine is coming to visit in a few days. I just wanted to let you know so you can prepare."
Although I knew that what was troubling my husband was not so simple, I still smiled and replied, "Since he's your classmate, we should naturally treat him well. I'll go back and tidy up in a bit. There are so many rooms in the house, can't we just clear out one for him?" "
Let my classmate stay on the first floor. I'm afraid he'll disturb my mother if he stays on the second floor!"
"Huh?" I was slightly surprised because our two-story house only has a living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and my husband's study on the first floor.
"Let your classmate sleep in the study? Isn't that inappropriate?"
"It's fine, let him sleep in the study. He's used to it."
I didn't understand why my husband insisted on letting his classmate sleep in the somewhat cramped study, but it was his decision, and I could only follow his arrangements.
When I got home, I started tidying up my husband's study. Actually, I clean his study every day, and my husband is a very clean person, so his study is always spotless. All
I had to do was put a cot in his study; we'd bring the bedding over when his classmates came over.
After tidying up the study, I did a quick clean of the whole house to make sure there was nothing that would displease my mother-in-law. Then I went back to my bedroom to lie down and rest.
But, I had barely lay down on the bed and hadn't even closed my eyes when I vaguely heard my mother-in-law shouting at me!
When I opened the door, I heard her yell "Daughter-in-law!" and rushed over. When I
went in, my mother-in-law seemed very angry; she must have been angry because she was shouting so loudly that I could hear her. At that moment, I couldn't help but regret not persuading my husband not to install soundproofing. Because of the soundproofing in our room, my mother-in-law had to shout at the top of her lungs for me to be able to vaguely hear anything from my own room.
"What are you doing? Are you slacking off in your room again?" my mother-in-law immediately started scolding me when she saw me.
I dared not talk back or argue, so I quickly knelt down beside her bed, lowered my head and let her continue to scold me.
"Look at you! You can't have children, and you're always so lazy! I really don't know how my son could have fallen for you! If it weren't for my son, I would have kicked you out long ago. There are so many young ladies in this town begging to be my daughter-in-law, but you're the one who clings to my son!"
"What a tragedy! What a tragedy! Why is my son so unlucky? Why did he fall for you? You're just pretty, aren't you?"
"But what good is being pretty?"
"Hmph! You're so unlucky! You killed your own father at home, and now you're bringing misfortune to me, making my health so bad!"
"Your mother isn't any better, she's a slut. Even I, a widow from the neighboring village, know that your mother is the biggest slut in your village!"
"You vixen, you're just like your mother, all you do is seduce men! Not only did you seduce the village scoundrel, but you also seduced my son!" My
mother-in-law would say these things every time she scolded me. Now, I no longer cry like I did when I first entered the family. I no longer resent my mother-in-law for cursing my deceased father like I did when I first entered the family, nor do I feel insulted by her calling my mother a "loose woman," and of course, I no longer complain about her calling me a vixen or a "loose woman."
In fact, now when she calls me a vixen or a "loose woman," I feel a strange sensation.
My mother-in-law cursed for a long time, then stopped, perhaps because she was thirsty.
I quickly brought her a glass of warm water to soothe her throat.
"Mom! Weijun's college classmate is coming to visit in a few days. Weijun asked me to tidy up the study for his classmate to stay in, and I've already done it."
My mother-in-law's half-closed eyes suddenly brightened, and she turned to look at me, asking, "Is it a college classmate?"
"Yes!" I nodded in reply.
"Nonsense! How can you let your classmate stay in the study? He's a college classmate, maybe even from a big city, not some lowly elementary or middle school classmate. How can you treat him so poorly?"
My mother-in-law got angrier and angrier, poking my forehead with her finger. "You! How can you be so insensible!
You're a grown man, don't you know how to talk to Weijun? He's worried about disturbing me, but can you really treat a guest who's come all this way like this?"
I lowered my head, not daring to look at my mother-in-law. I felt wronged, but there was nothing I could do. On one side was my respected and beloved husband, and on the other was my domineering mother-in-law. Caught in the middle, I could only endure her temper and obey my husband.
"Fine! It's no use talking to you. Useless things are useless!" My mother-in-law finished speaking, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and dialed a number.
"Son! I heard your classmate is coming to visit?"
"Yes! Huixin told me."
"Oh? Really? He stayed in Beijing after graduation? Sigh! I advised you not to come back with me, but you wouldn't listen. Otherwise, you'd be a doctor in a big hospital in Beijing now. Wouldn't that be great?"
"Through connections? He's a local Beijinger?"
"Sigh! Weijun, this time your mother has to scold you! How could you let your classmate from Beijing sleep in your little study? Isn't that humiliating him?"
"Hey! It's rare for him to come to our shabby place, and you treat him like this?"
"I don't mind the noise. Even if there's a little commotion, I'm healthy enough that nothing will happen to me."
"No way! I've decided, you have to listen to me, let him stay in the guest room next to mine!"
"Alright! Alright! Don't explain anymore, I won't listen! I'll have Huixin pack it up, you don't need to worry about this!"
"When is your classmate arriving? Do you have a specific time?"
"It's in three days, isn't it? Alright, alright! I know, hang up!"
My mother-in-law hung up the phone, rubbing her palms and muttering, "A classmate from Beijing... we have connections at home... we have connections at home!"
I didn't know what my mother-in-law was thinking about, but she seemed to be in a very good mood, her eyes were shining, and her complexion was much rosier than usual.
My mother-in-law picked up the phone again and dialed a number.
"Hello! Is this Zhao Chun's house?"
"Is your husband there?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm asking him to come and cook a feast for my family. Stop talking nonsense and let him answer the phone!"
"Zhao Chun, give me a day off on the 8th. How about he comes to my house in the evening to cook a family feast?"
"Okay! That's it!"
"It's my son's college classmate, from Beijing. He's a forensic doctor in the Beijing Public Security Bureau. He's coming here specifically to visit my son. Maybe he wants to introduce my son to a job at a big hospital in Beijing!"
"Yeah! That's right! Haha!"
"Go away! It's not like I don't have money. How can you not accept money?"
"Alright, alright! Since it's your kind offer, I won't be polite. But you can't refuse to pay for the ingredients."
"Hmm, I guess he should be able to eat our southern cuisine, right?"
"Sure, ask my son when you have time."
My mother-in-law smiled smugly after hanging up the phone. I guessed she wanted my husband to go back to Beijing, but based on my husband's phone conversation with his classmate, I knew that Jiang Zhichao was someone my husband begged to come here.
“Mom…” I called out tentatively.
“Hmm?” My mother-in-law was in a good mood, turning her head to look at me with an inquiring gaze.
I mustered my courage and asked, “Mom, it seems Weijun’s classmate won’t help Weijun go back to Beijing. What do you mean…”
“What do you know!” My mother-in-law laughed and scolded, then continued, “His classmate has connections. I hope Weijun goes back to Beijing. If his classmate has the ability to get Weijun back, that would be best, but if he doesn’t, it doesn’t matter. I’ll spread the word, and everyone in the town will know about it soon enough.”
“Mom… but I still don’t understand why you’re doing this?”
My mother-in-law glanced at me, sneered, and explained, “From the town mayor and secretary to those motorcycle taxi drivers, who hasn’t asked my son for medical treatment? Our place is so remote. It takes more than an hour to drive to the county, three or four hours to the city, and it might take a whole day and night to get to the provincial capital!”
"But who can guarantee they won't get some kind of acute illness? There's no clinic in town, and the clinic in the township isn't even as good as my son's clinic! Every household in town has elderly people, so they all hope my son won't leave."
"But how can the conditions in town compare to Beijing? If they don't want my son to leave, they'll naturally give him benefits or give me benefits..." My mother-in-law said, turning to look at me with a smug expression, "Do you understand now?"
I nodded and replied, "I understand!"
Actually, I still didn't quite understand, but I could sense that my mother-in-law seemed to have some considerations, and I really thought she was a very capable woman.
When my husband came back, he found that I had already decorated the guest rooms on the second floor. My mother-in-law also said she wanted to host a family banquet, and my husband had no choice but to follow her arrangements. However, I noticed that the worry on his brow hadn't disappeared, which made me very anxious.

Early on the morning of the 8th, my husband didn't go to the clinic as usual, but instead took me to pick up his classmate who had come from afar.
Before leaving, my husband insisted that I dress up, but he was worried that I wouldn't know how, so he kept giving me instructions.
He wasn't satisfied until I applied light makeup as he requested. However, thinking the bumpy ride might ruin it, he told me to pack my cosmetics in a small bag and carry them with me.
But that wasn't all. He wouldn't let me wear jeans, but instead made me wear a white dress and specifically instructed me to wear ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings.
This white short dress had a very low neckline, revealing cleavage and a small portion of my breasts, and the skirt was extremely short, barely covering my knees, only the lace trim of the stockings.
What I found even stranger was that my husband made me wear a particularly embarrassing pair of underwear. The front of the underwear consisted of a thin white fabric that barely covered my vulva, while the back was a thin string tightly constricting my anus. This underwear was not only embarrassing to wear, but also extremely uncomfortable, being tightly constricted both in the front and back.
"Honey, since we're riding a motorcycle, why are you making me wear such a short skirt? Pants are so much more convenient!
This... this skirt is too easy to expose myself."
"Huixin... this outfit is something I specially bought for you in the provincial capital last year. You can't find it in the county, and it's rare even in the city! Just wear it, it looks good on you."
My husband called my name again. I knew it would be hard to persuade him, but thinking about the embarrassing underwear I was wearing, I had to continue pleading, "Honey, you're making me wear that kind of underwear and such a short skirt... this skirt doesn't even reach my knees, it only covers half my thighs! Honey, please, don't make me wear these, I'm so embarrassed!"
My husband seemed a little hesitant, but he seemed to have some concerns and stubbornly refused to listen to my advice.
I really had no choice; since I couldn't argue with my husband, I could only listen to him.
My husband got on his motorcycle, and I sat sideways on the back. Then he picked up a motorcycle taxi driver from town, and we set off for the county bus station. The journey from
our town to the county involved a long ride on winding mountain roads, including a bumpy dirt road. The whole way, I held tightly to my skirt with one hand and clung to my husband with the other; it was incredibly tiring.
After more than an hour of bumpy travel, we finally arrived at the county bus station. My husband and I stood at the exit waiting for his classmate, while the motorcycle taxi driver waited for us a few dozen meters away under a sunshade, keeping an eye on the two motorcycles.
People around us looked at us curiously, but I'm sure most of their gazes were fixed on me.
The unfamiliar gazes made me extremely uncomfortable. I kept trying to cover my exposed collarbone and the smooth cleavage with my hands. My husband held one of my hands tightly, while my other hand could only clutch the hem of my short skirt, afraid that the wind would blow it up and reveal my exposed buttocks. In this position, I could only let others scrutinize my chest.
However, the increasing number of gazes made my body, whether it was my cleavage, my thighs under my stockings, or my small feet in sandals, feel unbearably itchy.
"Come quickly! Come quickly! Please!" I prayed silently in my heart, hoping that he would come quickly. If he came, I would be saved.
There was no train in this small southern county. The only connection to the city was a short bus that traveled along the winding mountain road, and every bus that pulled into the station was my hope of escaping my current predicament.
"Gan Weijun!" Hearing this call, I knew that he had finally arrived, and I even let out a heartfelt cheer.
"Jiang Zhichao! Over here! Over here!" My husband waved excitedly at the crowd not far away.
"Their relationship is so good! My husband said they look about 70% alike, I wonder if it's true or not!" I thought to myself, watching my excited husband.
I quickly spotted the person in the crowd coming out of the bus station. He stood out from the crowd, so unique. He was wearing a distressed blue plaid shirt, dark jeans, and brown leather boots, carrying a large travel bag on his shoulder with one hand, walking briskly towards me.
I recognized him not only because he had a face similar to my husband's, but also because his entire demeanor was completely different from the other travelers. On his face, I saw no fatigue from the long journey, not even a trace of negative emotion.
His smile was so radiant, as if he had arrived at a treasure trove, but what was even more impressive was his physique.
He was over 1.9 meters tall, with long limbs and a broad back. He carried a large backpack on one shoulder with effortless ease; this kind of man exuded a sense of imposing stature.
My husband isn't very tall, only a little over 1.7 meters, which isn't considered tall in our small southern town. Compared to this man, my husband was a head shorter.
"Haha! Gan Weijun! Long time no see, you're still the same!" The man walked up to my husband, threw the large backpack on the ground, and gave him a big hug.
My husband, who is quite strong, was instantly lifted up by the man, making me feel like my husband was his little wife, and this man was like a husband who had been away from home for a long time.
"Ouch! Ouch! Jiang Zhichao, you're going to break my neck!" My husband laughed as he pushed him away from his embrace.
"Haha! You little rascal, is this how you act as an older brother? You won't even let me hug you!" Jiang Zhichao released my husband and then punched him hard on the shoulder, making him wince.
"I call you my brother because of your age, not because of that..." My husband finished speaking and pointed at me, introducing me: "Your sister-in-law—Shen Huixin!"
I looked up at him with a smile, about to greet him, but unexpectedly, he lifted me up just like he would my husband.
"Ah!" I screamed in surprise, but my scream was quickly drowned out by the bustling crowd.
Jiang Zhichao's sudden hug made me dizzy. My first instinct was to look at my husband, but for some reason, I couldn't see him. Perhaps the sudden hug caught me off guard, and for a moment I was completely stunned.
That wasn't all; Jiang Zhichao not only lifted me into the air but also spun me around a full circle. During this process, I clearly felt his large hand slip under my skirt and cover my bare buttocks. His fingers even touched my private parts, and my high breasts pressed tightly against his chest. I could almost feel his strong heartbeat. After
Jiang Zhichao put me down, he seemed nonchalant, but I stared in surprise at his masculine face.
"Sister-in-law isn't wearing underwear?" Jiang Zhichao asked my husband without any hesitation.
"How could she not be wearing underwear? She's wearing a thong," my husband said somewhat awkwardly.
"Ha! You know me best, brother. You know what I like," Jiang Zhichao said with a laugh, then said to me, "Sister-in-law is so young, like a flower, with a big bust and a big butt, and she's really sexy. You're so lucky, brother. No wonder you don't want to stay in Beijing!" I
almost fainted when I heard Jiang Zhichao's words. I glared at him angrily, but with so many pedestrians around, I didn't dare to retaliate.
Surprisingly, my husband wasn't angry at Jiang Zhichao's words. He just awkwardly complained, "Sigh! How could you say that about your sister-in-law? She's a good woman, not the kind you think of."
Jiang Zhichao laughed and said, "A good woman, my foot! Look at her vaginal fluid. I just touched it, and my hand was covered in it, like I'd just washed it with water." After saying that, Jiang Zhichao spread his large hand in front of my husband and me, and sure enough, his fingers were covered in a lot of clear, sticky fluid. I knew it was from my vagina. When I rubbed my vagina against my husband's thigh while sleeping, this sticky fluid often came out, but I didn't know it was called "vaginal fluid."
My husband was even more embarrassed when he saw the water on Jiang Zhichao's fingers, but he wasn't angry. He simply changed the subject, saying to Jiang Zhichao, "It's almost noon, why don't we eat at a restaurant in the county before we hit the road?"
Jiang Zhichao nodded and said, "You're the host, I'm the guest, of course I'll follow your lead!"
"Okay, I'll go tell the driver, he's watching the car over there." My husband said and ran off.
I was about to follow him when Jiang Zhichao grabbed my hand from behind. He pulled me sharply, making me fall into his arms again, but this time with my back against his body, and he brought his face close to my ear. At the same time, he turned around, separating my husband and me, and pushed me a few meters away to a corner. Jiang Zhichao said in my ear, "Sister-in-law, you're not angry with me, are you?"
"No...no...let me go! Let me go!" I shouted angrily.
"Hey! It's our first meeting, we should get to know each other better! Your yelling is so unladylike!"
I didn't care about that. I shouted, "Husband! Husband!"
Jiang Zhichao shamelessly replied, "What is it, you slutty wife?"
People around us were pointing and whispering, seemingly discussing Jiang Zhichao and me.
Soon, Jiang Zhichao pinned me against the wall. I leaned against him, and he kept me away from the others.
"You..." I was speechless with anger, but Jiang Zhichao went too far, reaching his hand under my skirt again. This time, his large hand directly rubbed my mons pubis.
The sudden change almost made me lose my balance, and my legs went weak as I clung tightly to Jiang Zhichao's chest.
I could feel the wetness around my vulva, but powerless, I could only plead with Jiang Zhichao, "Let me go! Please! My husband will be angry!"
Jiang Zhichao laughed and said to me, "No way! I'm not angry at all! I never thought a golden phoenix would fly out of a thatched hut, and a great beauty would be hidden deep in the mountains. My sister-in-law is so beautiful, so sexy, and so alluring! I really regret coming so late!"
"You...you bastard! Let me go!" Hearing Jiang Zhichao's words, my heart fluttered, but I was also filled with shyness, so I could only mutter curses softly.
"Why are you so quiet?" Jiang Zhichao's finger touched a spot near my vulva, and that annoying finger then began to rub it incessantly, making my body even weaker and causing me to collapse even more, while an indescribable feeling of pleasure welled up inside my vulva.
This feeling was something I had never experienced before, and compared to this feeling, the feeling of rubbing my vulva against my husband's thigh was nothing.
"Please! There are too many people here, please!" The strange feeling grew more and more intense, and I became weaker and weaker, so I could only whisper and beg him to let me go!
But Jiang Zhichao wouldn't let up. His hateful hand continued to irritatingly ravage my genitals. Faced with the shameless Jiang Zhichao, I couldn't offer any resistance, and the strange feeling was impossible to suppress.
"Jiang Zhichao, what are you doing!"
It was my husband's voice. This voice told me that he was right behind me and Jiang Zhichao.
Jiang Zhichao finally let go of me, but the moment he released me, my legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, Jiang Zhichao put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me again, saving me from embarrassment.
"Brother! My wife just peed, and I had to cover her up. Look, she even peed all over my hand."
My husband clearly didn't believe him and just laughed, saying, "You're talking nonsense again!"
Jiang Zhichao still wouldn't let go of me, saying, "I'm not talking nonsense, it's true! Look!"
Jiang Zhichao spread out his big hand again. This time, his whole hand was wet, covered in my vaginal fluid.
My husband chuckled, ignoring his words and the large hand smeared with semen, and simply said, "The driver said there are many transient people in the county, and no one is specifically watching the vehicles there, so the two motorcycles can't be left unattended. He said he won't come with us to eat, so the three of us can go eat!"
"That's perfect! Haha!" Jiang Zhichao laughed loudly, then waved his hand and said to my husband, "Men, lead the way!"
My husband, actually, turned around and led the way after Jiang Zhichao's teasing remark, while Jiang Zhichao followed behind with one arm around me.
"Is it very pleasurable down there, yet also very itchy?" Jiang Zhichao whispered in my ear, but his voice wasn't quiet, and I guessed my husband might have faintly heard it.
I looked at my husband's unmoved back in surprise, not understanding why he wasn't angry. Wasn't I his wife?
"Since you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes!" Jiang Zhichao continued, laughing, his voice getting louder and louder.
"Sister-in-law, let me tell you, if you're feeling really uncomfortable and want something more exciting, just squeeze your legs together tightly and twist them forcefully. I guarantee it'll give you pleasure!" Jiang Zhichao smiled after saying this and didn't say anything more.
And I, as if possessed, did as he said. When I squeezed my legs together forcefully, that strange feeling almost reached its peak, but Jiang Zhichao pulled me forward, preventing me from trying again.
"You can't handle this? Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'll definitely make you feel good when I get the chance, hehe!"

We entered a small restaurant that mainly served boiled live fish. My husband walked ahead and chose a booth on the inside. Afraid that Jiang Zhichao would continue to molest me, I quickly broke free from his embrace and sat next to my husband. I was also afraid he would shamelessly squeeze in, so I deliberately pushed my husband aside, letting him sit on the outside, while I hid on the inside against the wall.
Jiang Zhichao chuckled, not bothering me further, but he still teased, "Sister-in-law! Pull up your skirt, your butt's almost showing from the side!"
My husband ignored Jiang Zhichao and me, simply calling a waiter over to order. A boy of about seventeen or eighteen came, his eyes fixed on my somewhat exposed chest.
My husband seemed oblivious to the waiter's gaze, taking the menu and pondering what to order.
Jiang Zhichao, however, wouldn't have it. He slammed his large hand on the table with a loud bang. The sound startled everyone in the restaurant.
After slamming the table, Jiang Zhichao roared, "What are you looking at! If you like looking so much, go back to your mother!"
The boy, terrified by Jiang Zhichao's unusually loud shout, turned pale, his lips trembled, and his legs shook.
At this moment, the proprietress came over, patted the boy on the shoulder, and told him to leave.
The proprietress smiled and said to Jiang Zhichao, "Young man, you're not from around here, are you? What would you like to eat?"
"What? You think you can rip me off just because I'm from out of town?"
The proprietress laughed awkwardly, then said, "How could I?"
"Just bring me a few of your best dishes, and a few beers!"
"Okay! I'll have the kitchen make them right away!" The proprietress beamed and left happily.
"Hey! Do you really want to get ripped off?" Her husband complained to Jiang Zhichao after the proprietress left.
But Jiang Zhichao didn't care and boasted, "Hmph! They dare! Aren't they afraid I'll smash this lousy place up?"
"Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, especially since you're all alone now. No matter how strong you are, they can take you down if they gang up on you. Even if you're made of iron, how many nails can you hammer into your body?" her husband continued earnestly.
I watched Jiang Zhichao nervously, knowing that things were definitely going to get messy. This isn't the town. Even if my husband is respected there, we don't get along in the county. And all of this is because of Jiang Zhichao.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhichao didn't answer my husband's question, but looked at me and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law is so good to me. Are you worried about me? Don't worry, I promise to let you go back and have some fun. You have to keep this useful body."
My husband was annoyed by Jiang Zhichao's interruption, but he wasn't really angry.
"Do you really want to cause trouble? You know this will hurt me and Weijun."
Hearing my complaint, Jiang Zhichao said resentfully, "Hey! How did I cause trouble? That guy took advantage of you. Gan Weijun isn't a man. He doesn't care, but do you think I don't care?"
Hearing this, my husband finally got a little angry. He said in a low voice, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about!
Don't joke like that!"
"Okay, okay! My good brother, I won't joke like that anymore!" Jiang Zhichao replied with a smile.
Seeing that my husband had subdued Jiang Zhichao with just a few words, I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
"So, given the situation, what are we going to do?" Jiang Zhichao asked my husband in a low voice.
Seeing that Jiang Zhichao finally understood the situation, my husband said, "Let's not move
. Have your sister-in-law pretend to go to the toilet. Once she gets away, quickly find a policeman nearby and have him help us escape." Jiang Zhichao sneered at my husband's words and said, "Staying in this mountain village has made you stupid. Didn't you see that little brat run away? He must have gone to find someone. If your sister-in-law dares to go out, she won't be able to escape at all. At most, she'll be stripped naked."
I was annoyed that Jiang Zhichao started teasing me again before he even finished two sentences, but the situation was dangerous, so I dared not retaliate. However, I wanted to curse him to death in my heart.
"So what do you suggest we do?"
"Let's just eat first. I doubt the restaurants in this small town would be willing to poison our food. A full stomach will give us the strength to fight," Jiang Zhichao said nonchalantly.
Hearing Jiang Zhichao's words, my husband asked in surprise, "You really want to fight?"
Jiang Zhichao arrogantly replied, "Finally, I'm out of the capital! Wouldn't it be a waste of all this trip if I didn't show off a little? Don't worry, I have a way to get away!"
Although Jiang Zhichao was extremely annoying, lecherous, and rude, hearing him say this made me feel inexplicably at ease. I really didn't understand why my husband couldn't give me this feeling, but this tall, lecherous man could.
"What's your plan? Tell me!" my husband pressed.
"I'll pawn my sister-in-law to them, and I can pay for the meal no matter how much it costs. Hehe, what do you say?" Jiang Zhichao said with a smile, winking at my husband.
Hearing Jiang Zhichao's words, I almost fainted. My previously calmed heart instantly boiled over, and I wanted to grab a knife and kill him!
"You're talking nonsense again!" my husband complained and then fell silent, while another waiter quickly brought the food.
The proprietress served us a pot of boiled live fish and several delicate side dishes, along with six bottles of beer and a plate of cold-cut braised beef.
"Do you mind if I take off my socks and air my feet?" Jiang Zhichao said, then, ignoring my husband's and my reactions, took off his right shoe and sock, exposing his large foot.
My husband frowned, whether from displeasure at Jiang Zhichao's smelly feet or his behavior, I couldn't tell. He complained, "Hey! You took off your shoes and socks, you won't be able to run away later!"
"Don't worry! I speak with a non-local accent. They won't start a conflict. A conflict would only cause them losses and might even require paying bribes. So, if they want to extort money from me, they'll naturally wait until I pay the bill," Jiang Zhichao said confidently.
"I'm paying the bill, not you!"
"Yes, yes! As long as it's not your sister-in-law paying, it's fine. Otherwise, there are three of us when you pick me up, and three of us when we go back, that's not fun."
I glared at Jiang Zhichao again, but he ignored me. He casually picked up a coin and pried open a bottle of beer, then poured a glass for my husband and me, completely disregarding whether we wanted to drink with him.
"You're a forensic doctor and you're an alcoholic?" My husband's voice was a bit loud.
"No need to be so loud. Even if I told them I'm a third-level superintendent, they wouldn't shed a tear until they see the coffin." Jiang Zhichao saw through my husband's intentions.
"As a guest, I'll toast you with a bottle first!" Jiang Zhichao actually opened another bottle of beer and then drank it all in one gulp.
I watched in astonishment as Jiang Zhichao drank the entire bottle of beer in one go, without a single drop spilling from his mouth.
I looked at my husband and noticed that his face looked rather pale. I know my husband has a low alcohol tolerance. I can drink a little myself, but three cups is my limit.
"Are you planning to play dead under the influence of alcohol later?" my husband said, a little annoyed.
"How could I? Back in Beijing, wasn't it always me protecting you? Every time you were bullied, wasn't it me who got revenge for you?"
"Hey! But every time we got arrested, I was always there for you!"
"What do you mean by 'we were there for you'? I paid the fines, and after we were detained, I was the one who used my connections to get us out of jail. Who spent the night in jail?"
"Fine, fine! You're so capable, so capable of talking about money on the phone, and asking me to reimburse you for those little things?"
"Ha! Are you trying to ambush me here? I was just flirting with you. I can't see my sister-in-law on the phone, so can't I flirt with you first?"
"Just eat yours!" my husband said petulantly.
"Come on! You two have to have a drink with me!" Jiang Zhichao, however, didn't mind and raised his bottle to us again.
My husband couldn't do anything about Jiang Zhichao, so he pulled me to raise my glass and drink with him.
My husband and I each took a sip of a glass, while Jiang Zhichao downed half a bottle in one gulp.
I was incredulous at Jiang Zhichao's astonishing drinking capacity, but my husband seemed used to it. He still advised, "You're not Wu Song (
a legendary hero known for his prowess). Even if you don't pass out after eighteen bottles, your legs will be unsteady. There's no need to drink so fast." "I'm just happy to see you happy! How many years has it been since we brothers got together? I'm also happy to see your wife happy. I've been with many women since I was a kid, but I haven't been with many as good as your wife!"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll smash this bottle over your head!" My husband grabbed an empty bottle, threatening to hit him.
Jiang Zhichao quickly clasped his hands together, begging for mercy, "Brother, spare me! Brother, spare me! I was just too excited to see your wife, that's why I was talking nonsense. I won't do it again!"
Seeing Jiang Zhichao's pleading look, my husband put down the bottle. I felt that my husband had at least gotten back at me a little.
However, to my surprise, Jiang Zhichao said, "Brother, that's a bit unfair. Who was it that told me on the phone, 'Nothing tastes better than dumplings, nothing's more fun than your sister-in-law'?"
My husband's face turned red with anger, and he scolded, "Shut up! Eat your food, can't even a bowl of soup shut your dog mouth?"
"Okay, okay! I won't say anymore. But sister-in-law, your legs are so tight, could it be..."
My face immediately turned red. I had indeed been secretly twisting my thighs, but I didn't expect Jiang Zhichao to notice. I quickly loosened my legs a little, but I didn't expect that as soon as my legs opened a crack, a big foot suddenly squeezed in, and several toes directly pressed against my genitals. I really wondered if it weren't for that thin gauze, his toes would have hurt me.
The moment Jiang Zhichao's toes touched my private parts, I almost cried out, but the pleasurable and stimulating feeling when I tightened my legs just now was about to reach its limit with Jiang Zhichao's toes touching me.
For some inexplicable reason, I didn't call out, and even slightly relaxed my legs, allowing Jiang Zhichao's toes to run wild even more unrestrainedly.
For some reason, Jiang Zhichao's toes made me want to scream. I didn't know what to scream, but I could feel a wanton, high-pitched shout rising in my throat. However, I knew I couldn't do that now, so I tightly clenched my free left hand, trying to suppress the urge. But the pleasure emanating from my private parts grew stronger and stronger, so strong that I could barely sit still, wanting to collapse and writhe uncontrollably.
I desperately wanted to tell my husband what Jiang Zhichao was doing to me, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. From childhood to adulthood, from before marriage to after, I had never experienced such stimulation and pleasure.
This feeling was like a curse, binding me, preventing me from moving, from screaming, leaving me only to let Jiang Zhichao's toes play with me. I even genuinely felt that at this moment, Jiang Zhichao's toes were better, more powerful than my husband's penis.
I knew I shouldn't think this way; it was unfaithful to my husband. But desire can deceive others, not oneself; it was all real.
Just as I was struggling in this perverse little sweetness, Jiang Zhichao went a step further.
His toes cleverly tore open the thin veil protecting my private parts, then pressed his toes directly against my vulva.
"Ah!" A slight tearing pain from my vulva made me scream, but thankfully I quickly covered my mouth. Even so, the scream still alerted my husband.
"Wife, what's wrong?" my husband asked with concern.
"Nothing, I accidentally swallowed a fish bone," I lied to my husband, managing to fool him.
However, after my scream, I suddenly felt a sense of loss, because Jiang Zhichao pulled his foot away.
I looked up at him and found him staring at me with a surprised expression, then at my husband.
I didn't know what he was surprised about, but I could clearly feel that the way he looked at my husband and me seemed different.
"What's wrong?" my husband asked, noticing Jiang Zhichao's expression.
Jiang Zhichao paused for a moment, then immediately asked, "Will it be okay if I swallow a fishbone?"
"Silly girl, it's gone, it's gone. You're a medical student like me, what could possibly happen?" Her husband chuckled, taking another sip of his drink.
Jiang Zhichao didn't speak, picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, and then downed it in one gulp.
After that, the meal gradually became uneventful—at least within the confines of the table. Outside the table, my heart trembled. I felt I had done something wrong to my husband. Even so, I couldn't help but recall the thrilling sensation from just moments before. I even secretly resented myself for not being able to suppress that scream, which would have prevented Jiang Zhichao from pulling his foot back in fright.
"I wonder if I could ask my husband to do that tonight?" I asked myself silently, but knowing his usual behavior, I knew it was impossible.
"Maybe I could try using my own fingers? Like Jiang Zhichao did to me earlier, I could molest myself?" I chuckled to myself at this thought, pleased with my cleverness, and even more eager to get home so I could undress, lie on the bed, and secretly molest myself after my husband fell asleep.
"I'll go pay," my husband said, getting up.
But Jiang Zhichao grabbed him, saying, "If you go, you might be in big trouble. I'll go. You stay here and protect your wife."
My husband glanced at the counter, then at me, dressed provocatively, and silently nodded, taking the large backpack Jiang Zhichao handed him.
Seeing how slightly disheveled he looked when he took the backpack, I knew it was full of stuff. Jiang Zhichao then leisurely put on his socks and boots.
"Is he planning to slip away alone?" I thought anxiously, but seeing his confident face, I realized I was being far too suspicious.
After Jiang Zhichao finished dressing, he got up and walked towards the counter. Seeing his tall and muscular back, I felt a strange sense of security.
My husband then grabbed my hand and said, "I think we should head out first!"
We stood up and started to leave. My husband initially intended to carry the large backpack in one hand and hold my hand in the other, but he found the backpack too heavy, so he simply let go of my hand and carried the bag with both hands.
"So arrogant just now, now you think it's too expensive?" The proprietress sneered at Jiang Zhichao while staring at the door.
At that moment, five men, all around thirty years old, suddenly entered. Judging from their appearance, they were clearly with the proprietress. My husband then noticed these newcomers, and for a moment, we were caught in a dilemma.
Jiang Zhichao ignored the proprietress's words and quickly stepped in front of us, shielding my husband and me behind him.
"Go back and sit down. The bill hasn't been settled yet, why are you leaving? Go back and continue eating." Jiang Zhichao said, snatching the backpack from her husband's hand and throwing it onto the booth we had just been sitting in. Then she shoved her husband and me back.
"Good that you know you can't run away. You yelled at my son so loudly earlier. If I don't make you pay up, I'll lose face as a mother!" the proprietress said with a sneer.
Jiang Zhichao still seemed oblivious to the situation and stubbornly retorted, "Heh, a run-down restaurant in a small county town, you dare to charge eight hundred yuan for a fish and a few bottles of wine? I think you're so corrupt you could open a dye shop!"
At this moment, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy and the man in his early forties walked in. The two of them walked past the previous group and stood at the front. The boy pointed at me and said a few words to the man, but I was too far away to hear clearly.
However, I saw Jiang Zhichao seem to have heard the boy's words, and her face suddenly darkened.
"Alright, wife, don't make things difficult for those three. How about this, you two can just give them a hundred or so yuan and get lost," the man who came in said, pointing at me as he added, "But leave this chicken with us so my son can relieve his pent-up desire. That's not making things difficult for you, is it?"
Hearing them call me a prostitute, I felt angry, ashamed, and a little resentful towards my husband for making me dress so provocatively.
My husband's face also darkened upon hearing their words, but the situation was beyond his control, and he dared not speak out.
However, Jiang Zhichao wouldn't have it. He moved swiftly, his ape-like arm flashing out like lightning, his fist, bigger than a bowl, striking the boss standing in front in the face.
Although it was several meters away, I still heard a muffled thud, and the boss collapsed without a sound, clearly unconscious.
I covered my mouth tightly in surprise, afraid to scream, while the boss's wife screamed "Ah!"
The henchmen were also stunned, not expecting the tall and strong Jiang Zhichao to knock out their boss in one move. Several men immediately rushed forward to subdue Jiang Zhichao.
I was so scared that I didn't dare look over there, and only dared to cover my eyes and hide behind my husband. I couldn't see the fighting, but I could hear Jiang Zhichao's angry roars, things being smashed, and the muffled groans of a strange man.
In a very short time, the scene quieted down. When I opened my eyes and looked again, I found that besides my husband and me, only Jiang Zhichao was standing in the restaurant. Many things were smashed, and the proprietress was nowhere to be seen.
"Kill him! He beat my husband, he beat my son! Kill him!" The proprietress ran out from behind, followed by three burly men, each carrying a kitchen knife. Clearly, they weren't planning on a peaceful resolution.
Seeing the proprietress and the three men rushing out with knives, Jiang Zhichao immediately reached into his pocket. I thought he was going to pull out his police ID, but to my surprise, he pulled out a gun.
The three men with knives and the proprietress hesitated, not immediately charging forward. Jiang Zhichao then pulled the safety on the gun; the crisp metallic scraping sound proved that what he held in his hand was not a fake, but a real weapon.
Seeing that the three men dared not move, Jiang Zhichao slowly revealed his identification.
"See that? I'm a police officer!" Jiang Zhichao flashed his police ID with one hand and pointed a gun at them with the
other. The proprietress was the first to recover. She roared, "Does being a police officer give you the right to beat people and shoot them indiscriminately?"
Jiang Zhichao smirked and sneered, "I did hit people, but I didn't shoot! If you have a problem, you can file a complaint against me, but let me tell you, you pointed knives at me. If I shoot you, it'll be self-defense. At worst, I'll lose my job and go to jail for a few years, but I'll make sure your heads are blown off."
The proprietress realized things might be getting complicated. She seemed hesitant; she might have wanted to let it go, but seeing her husband and son lying on the ground, she didn't want to let the three of us off so easily. She could only stand there silently.
Jiang Zhichao turned and winked at my husband. My husband nodded, picked up Jiang Zhichao's backpack, and told me to follow him and leave.
We left the restaurant, but Jiang Zhichao didn't follow. I couldn't help but worry about him, afraid he'd get hurt, but also afraid he'd escalate the situation.
I saw my husband walking quickly towards where we had parked, head down. I gently tugged at his clothes and asked, "Honey, shouldn't we wait for him?"
He didn't turn around and kept walking, saying, "Don't worry, he'll be fine. He seems impulsive, but he's actually incredibly calm. He'll be alright. We should go first; it's best not to cause him any trouble."
I turned back to look in the direction of the restaurant, afraid of hearing gunshots or screams, even more afraid of hearing the sound of Jiang Zhichao being stabbed.
At that moment, I really wanted to stay and wait for him, to leave with us, but I couldn't. I had to listen to my husband; he was my husband, not Jiang Zhichao, trapped in a dilemma.
I was confused as to why I was worried about him, why I was worried about this lecherous wolf who had repeatedly harassed me, taken advantage of me, and acted like a hooligan the moment we met. I should hate him; I should want him away from me.
But thinking about his back as he stood up and walked towards the counter, thinking about how he shielded my husband and protected us, I just couldn't bring myself to hate him.
Even the way he pervertedly touched my private parts with his toes earlier didn't bother me anymore. Now I just wanted him to come out of the restaurant quickly, even if... as long as he came out unharmed.
"Hey, why are you walking so fast? Are you really going to leave me behind?" Jiang Zhichao's voice rang out behind us.
I happily turned around and saw him running towards us, completely unharmed, carrying two bottles and a plastic bag.
"Jiang Zhichao, are you alright?" I asked excitedly, my voice filled with joy.
"Ha! My sister-in-law was worried about me? My sister-in-law is so good to me!"
Jiang Zhichao's tone returned to that smug one. I angrily yelled "Get lost!" and ignored him. But after carefully checking him over to make sure he wasn't injured, I felt relieved and continued walking.
"Why are you carrying that..." The husband was speechless when he saw what Jiang Zhichao was carrying.
Jiang Zhichao boasted, "How about it? Two bottles of 52-proof Liuyang River liquor. I don't think they're fake. Anyway, it's only a few dozen yuan worth of liquor, and I accepted it. Hehe! I can't go to your house without bringing a gift, right? This bag contains takeout food, some braised dishes and some rice. Didn't you say a motorcycle taxi driver came with you? We can't let him eat too simply. He probably hadn't even eaten when we arrived. This is for him."
"They let you out, and you're carrying liquor and food? You're not kidding me, are you?" The husband found it unbelievable.
"It's about the bond between the military and the people. Although I'm not a soldier, I'm a policeman. When a public servant comes to our home, we have to treat him a little, right?" Jiang Zhichao said with a grin.
The husband laughed angrily and said, "You've done plenty of this kind of thing in Beijing, haven't you?"
To everyone's surprise, Jiang Zhichao's face hardened, and he declared righteously, "Bullshit! I'm a good cop, dedicated to my duty, dealing with corpses every day. How could I possibly bully the innocent?"
After saying this, Jiang Zhichao sighed slightly and said, "'The world is at peace, but people are not; loyalty and righteousness ensure peace.' Have you forgotten what I told you in school?"
Good heavens! It was unbelievable that Jiang Zhichao, with his roguish air and lewd behavior, would say such things.
Before he could finish, Jiang Zhichao continued in an unmistakably righteous voice, "I either don't do it, or I do it properly. Beijing is a peaceful place. If my family didn't object, I'd really like to go to those cities with high crime rates. I can't bring all the criminals in the world to justice, but I will never let the evildoers under my nose go unpunished!"
"Come on! You? How could that be?" The husband shook his head in disbelief.
I was somewhat skeptical of Jiang Zhichao's words, but when I turned and saw his resolute face, I began to believe him.
Seeing that my husband and I both doubted him, Jiang Zhichao seemed deflated, then gave a bitter laugh and said, "Heh, you also think I'm not that kind of person? Sigh! Looks like I really can't be a hero!"
"Alright! Stop fooling around, we're almost there, it's right there," my husband said, pointing to a sunshade.
We walked to where the motorcycles were parked. The motorcycle taxi driver said he had already eaten, but still wanted to thank Jiang Zhichao for bringing him food. Jiang Zhichao smiled but didn't say anything.
"Are you sure you won't back out?" my husband asked Jiang Zhichao.
"Of course, it'll definitely be worth the trip!" I didn't understand their exchange, and the driver was equally confused.
But I saw a happy smile on my husband's face, and the worry on his brow completely disappeared.
Her husband smiled and said to Jiang Zhichao, "Alright, let's go home. My mom has arranged a family dinner to treat you tonight. But even though it's still early, my clinic can't be empty all day, so let's hurry back. We have two motorcycles, Zhichao, you ride one. I'll give your sister-in-law a ride."
"Brother! I haven't had a chance to ride a motorcycle in Beijing. Why don't you ride the driver's motorcycle, and I'll ride yours and give my sister-in-law a ride? How about that?" Jiang Zhichao said, winking at her husband.
My husband looked at Jiang Zhichao with some difficulty, then at the motorcycle taxi driver, but he didn't seem inclined to ask for my opinion at all.
"A-Kuan, why don't you take me first? Drive fast, I need to get back to the clinic," my husband said to the motorcycle taxi driver.
"But, does your classmate know the way?" A-Kuan asked my husband with some concern.
My husband nodded and said, "Isn't there Huixin?"
Not wanting my husband to leave me behind, I quickly lied and said, "But, honey, I don't know the way!"
"Don't be silly, it's just one road, you think you don't know the intersections? Don't let Zhichao get lost. Even though the dinner starts at 7 pm, don't let Zhichao drive too fast." My husband said, gesturing for A-Kuan to get ready to drive.
"Honey..." I walked to my husband's side with some worry, hoping to change his mind, but my husband got into A-Kuan's car without looking back, then patted A-Kuan's shoulder and told him to drive.
"Sister-in-law, my brother's gone. Shall I give you a ride home?" Jiang Zhichao stood behind me, his hand on my bare shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" I pushed his hand away, my heart filled with anger and frustration, completely forgetting my earlier concern for Jiang Zhichao.
I stood beside the motorcycle, thinking about how my husband had abandoned me to a stranger, feeling indescribable frustration and anger.
In my heart, what difference was there between my husband's behavior and simply abandoning me?
If it were an honest classmate, I could tolerate it; if it were a familiar classmate, I could even tolerate it. But this man was the kind of guy who touched me inappropriately and acted like a scoundrel the moment we met! My husband couldn't possibly not know what kind of person he was, could he? Yet he still abandoned me to him. Didn't he really worry about his wife being…
Thinking about how my husband had told me to put on light makeup before coming and wear sexy, revealing clothes, I… I felt like this was a trap, but I couldn't understand why.
Did my husband not want me anymore? Did he want to sell me to this man?
"Bastard!" For the first time, I cursed my respected husband in my heart.
Chapter 2, Gentle Teasing and the Cruel Truth
"Why? Why? Why?" I kept screaming inwardly. I didn't understand why my husband would leave me alone, why he would leave me with Jiang Zhichao, leaving me to face him alone.
"Sister-in-law, let's go back quickly. I'm not very good at riding motorcycles. If we waste too much time, I'm afraid we might not be able to get back before dinner. I've met Weijun's mother; I know she's a very strong-willed woman with a bad temper. You don't want to be scolded by your mother-in-law, do you?" Jiang Zhichao stood behind me, trying to persuade me.
Hearing his words made me even angrier. I thought it was all because of his arrival that my husband forced me to wear this sexy and revealing outfit to pick him up. It was because of him that my husband left me behind and made me go back with him. It was also because of him, because he touched me inappropriately, molested me, and humiliated me, leaving me feeling ashamed and angry for so long.
I turned to face him, my anger clenching into clenched fists. I then pounded on his chest and shoulders, demanding, "Why did you insist on riding a motorcycle when you can't? Why did you have to give me a ride? Why did you molest and grope me the moment you saw me? Why didn't my husband help me or stop you when he saw you? Why wasn't he angry when he knew? Why did he leave me with you even though he knew you were bullying me? Why did he leave me alone with you? Bastard! Bastard! You're all bastards!"
I cursed as I punched him, but the more I punched, the weaker I became, the angrier and more heartbroken I felt.
My fists struck his broad, thick shoulders and bulging chest without causing him any harm; instead, the solid feel of his body only made me more frustrated.
Seeing that my hammering was slowing down, he suddenly opened his hand and grabbed my fist, pleading, "Sister-in-law, please don't do this!"
His hands were large, and his palms were thick. His hand easily enveloped my fist, but he held it skillfully without hurting me.
Holding my hand, I only felt its solidity, the warmth of his palm, and the security of being held.
At that moment, I wished my husband had such thick hands to hold me and protect me.
But that moment was only fleeting, just a fleeting thought, and I hesitated for only a moment.
I wasn't willing to let him off so easily, so I stomped on him and kicked him. He neither dodged nor got angry, as if he was deliberately letting me vent my anger.
I don't know how long I hammered or kicked him; in short, I gradually lost my strength.
Just as I was about to collapse to the ground, disregarding my image and the risk of exposure, his hand suddenly released mine. Just as I felt a wave of despair wash over me, as I was about to slump to the ground, he suddenly wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my shoulder, pulling me tightly into his embrace.
As my face rested against his broad, strong chest, I felt a little lost.
I didn't push him away immediately, because in that instant, I found myself lingering on this feeling of being able to lean on him. I didn't push
him away immediately, because in that instant, I felt an unparalleled sense of security.
I didn't push him away immediately, because in that instant, I felt a strange warmth in the summer heat.
I didn't push him away immediately, because in that instant, I felt like I had been rescued from drowning.
I knew I was exhausted. I'd been traveling all morning, stood nearly naked at the bus station for a long time, been repeatedly assaulted by thugs I'd never met before, endured a terrifying fight in a small restaurant, and then been abandoned by my husband to strangers just as I was about to go home. All of this left me incredibly weary and exhausted, terrified of being abandoned again, and made me feel an unbearable chill in the sweltering summer heat. I felt utterly helpless, like I was on the verge of death.
In his arms, I relaxed my arms and my body, letting him hold me, protect me, cherish me, give me warmth, and make me feel safe.
I let down my guard, no longer resisting. In that moment, I opened myself up and started to cry, calling out, "Husband! Husband..."
This time, Jiang Zhichao didn't shamelessly agree. He simply held me, without further harassment or physical contact.
"Why did you leave me? Why? Why did you push me to a stranger? Don't...don't you love me anymore? Don't you want me anymore? Waaah..." I questioned as I cried, tears streaming down my face, soaking my bare chest and the front of his shirt.
"Sister-in-law, don't worry, Weijun definitely loves you. He loves you more than anyone else, he truly loves you. Everything he does is for your own good. He didn't want to abandon you, and he won't. You have to believe Weijun. Think about it, every time your mother-in-law bullies you, doesn't Weijun always try his best to help you? Even when your mother-in-law resents you for not being able to have children, Weijun always tries to take the pressure for you, right?"
"Then why did he push me to you? Why? He clearly knew you were a bad person, a hooligan! Why didn't he stop you or get angry when he saw you molesting and harassing me? Why did he just dump me on you and make me go back with you? Waaah! You lied to me, you're a liar, a hooligan, you bullied me the moment we met! Waaah!" I kept crying and questioning him, but even though he called me a hooligan, I still didn't break free from his embrace.
“Sister-in-law! I don’t agree with you saying Weijun doesn’t love you, but you want me to tell you why Weijun did this? I
can’t say…maybe…” I interrupted Jiang Zhichao before he could finish, saying, “Don’t talk about your brotherly bond, or that he’s angry but doesn’t show it. I know he’s not angry, he’s not angry…Men in our village would get angry and fight over something like this, but he doesn’t… Waaah…”
Jiang Zhichao had no choice but to say, “This…you should go back and ask Weijun. You two should talk it over. If you and your husband talk it over, you can clear everything up.”
Thinking about what Jiang Zhichao had done to me when we met today, I was furious. I questioned, “And what about you? Don’t you know I’m your sister-in-law? Why did you bully me the moment we met? Not only did you molest me in public, but you also touched me inappropriately in front of my husband!”
"Sister-in-law, don't say that! Sister-in-law, you have no idea how beautiful and sexy you are. You're dressed especially beautifully today. How can I resist? I know I'm being unreasonable, but it's the truth."
Seeing that I was about to get angry, Jiang Zhichao quickly continued to explain, "Sister-in-law, listen to me. Look at you dressed like this, do you know how many people are staring at you with those lewd eyes? But do you know why no one dared to come up and flirt with you? It's because of me! Because I'm tall and strong, and we're holding each other intimately, everyone thinks you're my woman. Although they're lustful towards you, they're even more afraid of me, so no one dares to flirt with you. I molested you as soon as we met, also to make them afraid to flirt with you. Sister-in-law, I'm not bullying you, I'm protecting you!"
"Nonsense! Nonsense!" I denied his twisted logic, but I still couldn't break free from his embrace.
"Sister-in-law, if you think I'm talking nonsense, why did you let me hold you like this? You still want me to protect you, right?" Jiang Zhichao said to me, seemingly in a teasing tone.
Hearing this, I could only push him away unwillingly and glare at him angrily.
However, I didn't even know if my anger stemmed from his indecent embrace or from his words forcing me to leave his arms.
My eyes were still wet with tears, but I wasn't so heartbroken anymore.
Jiang Zhichao smiled at me; although his lips were only slightly upturned, I felt his smile was exceptionally sincere.
He gently ran a finger across the corner of my eye, then across my cheek, tenderly wiping away my tears. He then gently stroked my hair with one hand and said, "Sister-in-law? Are you still angry?" I
slapped his hand away and replied firmly, "Yes, I'm still angry! Of course I'm angry!"
I turned away and ignored him, but he persisted, saying, "Sister-in-law, if you're angry with Weijun, when we get back, you can scold him, hit him, and question him about why he did it."
"How can that be? He's a man, and I'm a woman! He's my husband... How can I scold or hit my own husband?" I said.
Hearing my words, Jiang Zhichao feigned innocence and said, "Then why did you hit me?"
"You're not my husband, you're just a scoundrel! A pervert! What's wrong with me hitting you?"
"Okay, okay! Sister-in-law, you hit me, you hit me, I'm not angry! Hehe! Let's go back!" Jiang Zhichao quickly suggested, seeing that I was in a slightly better mood.
I nodded, remembering that I had indeed yelled at Jiang Zhichao earlier, but he hadn't seemed annoyed at all.
"This bag is a bit heavy, I'll have to ride in the front, so sister-in-law, I'll have to trouble you to carry it for me," Jiang Zhichao said, lifting the large backpack from the back of the motorcycle.
I nodded in agreement. With Jiang Zhichao's help, I struggled to put the backpack on, but because it was so heavy, the pressure from the shoulder straps made my shoulders ache.
Jiang Zhichao, meanwhile, straddled the front seat and easily supported the motorcycle with one foot.
I tried to sit sideways on the back of the motorcycle, but the heavy backpack made it difficult to maintain my balance, and with one hand holding down the hem of my skirt, I became even more unsteady.
"Sister-in-law, how about you straddle me?"
"How can I do that? My skirt is so short, it'll...it'll be easy for something to show." I couldn't bring myself to say it, and I dared not force myself to sit sideways.
Jiang Zhichao suggested, "It's okay, I'm in front, and the backpack is behind, both sides will cover you. At most, the side hem of your skirt will be a little short, showing a bit of your thigh. Nobody here knows you, and if you put your head behind my back, nobody will recognize you."
I thought about Jiang Zhichao's suggestion, the scenario he described, and what my husband had done to me, and I actually nodded in agreement.
And so, I straddled the back of the motorcycle, my two snow-white thighs spread out on either side, the short hem of my skirt already slipped down to my upper thighs. I even felt that a gust of wind could reveal the thin strings of my underwear, almost exposing my hip bones.
But I clung tightly to Jiang Zhichao's waist, burying my face deeply in his back, afraid of being recognized or accidentally seeing someone I knew.
I knew, of course, that this action would leave my breasts pressed completely against his back, but I didn't care.
It was a small act of revenge against my heartless husband.
I don't know why I had this thought; his actions today had just made me so angry and heartbroken.
Of course, I only dared to expose a small portion of my thighs, letting Jiang Zhichao touch my full breasts. I really didn't dare do anything more outrageous.
But when my exposed flesh pressed against Jiang Zhichao, it felt as if the rough texture of his shirt was caressing me like his lustful hands—the feeling was incredibly strange, yet incredibly shameful.
Jiang Zhichao was indeed riding very slowly, but steadily. This left me wondering if his riding skills were truly that bad. I just really disliked this speed, because I could even hear the whispers and comments from people around me.
"Hurry up! There are too many people here," I complained, clearly annoyed by his pace.
Jiang Zhichao explained with a rather helpless tone, "That's why I'm riding slowly. If we hit someone, neither of us will be able to get away."
I knew Jiang Zhichao wasn't wrong, so I could only let him carry me slowly away from the town.
However, under the gazes of others, beside Jiang Zhichao's burning body, everything made me feel very strange.
The summer breeze gently lifted the hem of my skirt, the annoying wind unwillingly brushing against my bare thighs, seemingly tickling the itchy flesh on my waist.
Sweat dripped from my forehead, landing on my exposed breasts and cleavage; the feeling was both sticky and irritating, yet I felt no aversion.
I told myself this was revenge on my husband, but even as my anger subsided, I didn't loosen my grip, clinging tightly to Jiang Zhichao's waist.
After Jiang Zhichao's motorcycle left the county town, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased, and the already bumpy dirt road became even more jolting. "Ah..." I groaned softly, because Jiang Zhichao's backpack was digging into my shoulders, making it increasingly difficult and painful.
Even amidst the roar of the motorcycle engine, Jiang Zhichao carefully heard my groan.
He quickly stopped the motorcycle and let me off.
"What is he going to do? This...stopping in such a desolate place...could it be..."
I didn't know what he was going to do, and a slight fear lingered in my heart. However, I still jumped off the motorcycle, seemingly resigned to my fate and waiting for the terrible thing to happen.
But Jiang Zhichao didn't do anything to me; he simply took the backpack off my shoulder.
"Hmm..." I groaned again, because the sweat had made the backpack straps stick to my shoulders, leaving red welts on both shoulders, even faint bruises.
Seeing my shoulders like that, Jiang Zhichao angrily slapped his forehead and said, "It's all my fault for being careless, don't be angry, sister-in-law."
"It's okay! Why are you hitting yourself? I don't blame you." Perhaps because Jiang Zhichao hadn't done anything to frighten me, my tone was much better than before.
Jiang Zhichao placed the backpack on the motorcycle, then unzipped a small zipper and skillfully took out a small bottle.
“This is a medicated ointment that our department makes ourselves. Don’t worry, it’s not for the dead, it’s for the living. This ointment is best for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Let me apply it for you.” Jiang Zhichao said, squeezing some white ointment into his palm.
We were in the middle of nowhere, and I was afraid that too much physical contact between Jiang Zhichao and me might lead to something unexpected
. I wanted to stop him, but as soon as I raised my hand, I felt a burning pain. I winced in pain, and Jiang Zhichao looked at me with a pained expression.
I couldn’t stop or refuse, so I could only obey him.
Jiang Zhichao’s hand landed on my bare skin again, but this time there was no lewdness or indecent assault, no wanton playing or teasing, only gentle caresses.
I could even feel the ointment melting in his palm, slowly seeping into the bruises on my skin.
After applying the ointment, Jiang Zhichao didn’t stop. Instead, he pursed his lips and leaned close to the bruises on my shoulder, then gently blew on them.
Jiang Zhichao's breath was slightly cool, and the gentle breeze brushing against my wound made me blush. But compared to the coolness of the wound, my heart suddenly burned with desire.
The lack of any physical contact made me even more shy than before. I knew my face was red and my cheeks were burning, but I still didn't reject him.
"Am I indulging him? Oh well! Let's just consider it compensation for his indecent behavior." I comforted myself, greedily savoring this rather pleasant feeling. "
Sister-in-law? Sister-in-law?"
"Huh?" Jiang Zhichao seemed to call out several times before I hurriedly reacted. I looked up at him with questioning eyes.
"How is it?" Jiang Zhichao asked in a questioning tone.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
Jiang Zhichao then realized I had been daydreaming.
He swallowed hard and said to me, "I told you this backpack is too heavy. If you keep carrying it, your shoulders won't be able to take it. I think I should carry it, and you can sit in front, okay?"
I thought he wanted me to give him a ride, but the thought of him sitting behind me, his arms possibly around my waist, or even touching my chest, made my face turn even redder. I quickly refused, "No, I can't ride a bike. You ride, and I'll sit in the back."
I knew I was lying. I can actually ride a bike and have given rides to others before, but back then it was my mother-in-law, and now I was giving him a ride.
Jiang Zhichao paused for a moment, and I didn't know why he was stunned. He quickly explained, "I'm tall and have long limbs, so I can ride just as well sitting on the back. You're just sitting on the front."
Hearing this, I asked, "Huh? Then where do I put my feet? How can I ride if you don't put your feet in front?"
"I'll put them on, you can just put your feet on the back of my feet, right?"
"But I'm wearing high heels, and look how thin the heels are." I said, lifting my feet up a little so he could see the thin heels of my high heels.
Jiang Zhichao followed my gaze to my feet, but his eyes seemed to be fixed on my toes. Although he couldn't possibly touch my feet through the stockings, it still made me feel ticklish for a moment.
"Then... then you can take off your shoes and step on my shoes with just your stockings on, is that okay?"
"Huh?" I didn't expect him to make such a suggestion. The thought of my stockinged feet stepping on his shoes made me blush.
Jiang Zhichao said, "That way, I can ride with my backpack on, and you can sit in front without worrying about being exposed from behind."
I wanted to refuse, but the pain in my shoulder made me feel a little sad. Thinking about his solution, it seemed like I wouldn't be in any embarrassing situation, so I nodded.
"Okay!" I agreed to Jiang Zhichao's suggestion.
Seeing that I agreed, Jiang Zhichao grinned happily, then slung his backpack over his shoulder and said to me, "Sister-in-law, I'm going to pee, wait a minute!"
After saying that, Jiang Zhichao walked to the roadside without waiting for my reaction and started urinating with his back to me.
Looking at his back, he didn't seem to match the lecherous man I knew, but as I stared at his back, I realized he had already started urinating.
I should have immediately turned my head away, but for some reason, I didn't look away, and even stared intently at the stream of urine shooting down.
"My God! How can he pee so fast, and with such force!" I was amazed by the strength of his urine stream, finding it somewhat eerie, because when my husband pees, it's more like a series of droplets, while Jiang Zhichao's is a powerful jet of water.
It was this difference between Jiang Zhichao and my husband's urination that made me almost mesmerized.
I didn't expect that Jiang Zhichao would turn around right after he finished urinating, and he hadn't even pulled up his pants when he did.
Jiang Zhichao, of course, had no idea I was peeping at him while he urinated. He naturally turned around, shaking his penis as he did so; I knew he was shaking off the remaining urine. I just hadn't expected to turn and stare at Jiang Zhichao's penis, and I certainly hadn't expected it to be so big.
"Ah!" I exclaimed in surprise, though I didn't know why I was surprised—was it my own audacity, the fact that Jiang Zhichao had discovered my peeping, or simply the sheer size of his penis?
I stared for several more seconds before hastily turning my head away and closing my eyes.
But even with my eyes closed, all I could see was that shockingly large, somewhat "deformed" penis.
"This...is he sick? How can it be so big? It shouldn't be! It shouldn't be!"
In all my life, besides children, I've only ever seen two adult penises. One is naturally my husband, because I "make love" with him, and the other is my father, whom I carefully cared for when he was bedridden.
"But why? Why?"
Why is Jiang Zhichao's penis so different from the two I've seen? Is he sick? Did he come here just so my husband could cure him?
It's so big, so thick, and so dark! He must be sick, definitely! Otherwise...how could it be so big?
My mind was filled with that terrifying penis, but I refused to open my eyes, and my thoughts even drifted away.
"Ah!" I screamed, because Jiang Zhichao grabbed my slender waist with both hands and lifted me up.
The sudden contact made me open my eyes abruptly, and I screamed, "No...no!"
I thought Jiang Zhichao was going to do something to me, but he simply placed me on the front seat of the motorcycle. I hadn't expected Jiang Zhichao to be so strong, so I
had no choice but to sit astride the front seat with my head down. At that moment, I suddenly realized that I hadn't taken off my high heels. Just as I was about to speak, I saw Jiang Zhichao kneeling on one knee and taking off one of my high heels.
My face turned bright red, not only because I had just seen Jiang Zhichao's exaggeratedly large penis, but also because he had actually knelt down in front of me and was taking off my shoe...and...and touching my foot
. Just now, I clearly felt his fingers gently brushing across the instep of my foot through my stockings, grasping my ankle, carefully and gently taking off my shoe, and even gently...squeezing the sole of my foot.
Jiang Zhichao then did the same for my other foot, making me feel the shame of the previous moment again.
Jiang Zhichao remained silent, quietly carrying out his tasks. He quietly removed my shoes, placed them in his backpack, and then slung the backpack back over his shoulder.
Without the constraints of high heels, my feet felt incredibly restricted in the stockings, and straddling the front seat of the motorcycle gave me the strange illusion of riding a horse.
When he took off my shoes, that illusion surprised me even more; I felt like a prince, placing me on his horse and removing my glass slipper.
Thinking of this, I lowered my head in shame, both for the "infidelity" I felt towards my husband and for the fact that I truly was a Cinderella who had lost her glass slipper.
I was a woman from a remote mountain village, while he was a forensic doctor in a big city. Moreover, I was already married, and he was my husband's friend.
I dared not let my thoughts wander further, and simply waited quietly for Jiang Zhichao to start the motorcycle again.
"Put-put-put!" The motorcycle engine started again. Jiang Zhichao straddled the back seat, casually placing his hands and feet where they should be. I carefully stepped on his shoes, as if afraid of hurting him, or perhaps afraid of too much contact.
However, this position made me feel as if he were holding me in his arms.
The motorcycle continued forward, and because of the speed, I kept leaning back. But when the back of my head rested on his chest, I felt I had gone too far, been too unfaithful.
"I can't do this!" I told myself.
I leaned forward, a position that almost made me lie on the motorcycle, unaware that my buttocks were raised high, and my skirt had slipped up to my lower back instead of being tucked under my buttocks.
Because of the shameful position, and because of the large penis in my mind, I didn't notice the coolness on my buttocks.
Just when I thought Jiang Zhichao and I would get home smoothly, a shocking accident happened.
I had no idea that my buttocks were exposed, that my cleft and buttocks were completely exposed, or that the thin rope could no longer completely cover my anus. I was also unaware that my forward-leaning position had partially exposed my vagina to the air between Jiang Zhichao and me.
What made me realize I was seriously exposed? The answer was Jiang Zhichao's large penis.
I only felt a hot, thick rod suddenly press against my buttocks, and even felt the pointed tip of the rod resting on my anus.
In an instant, countless images flashed through my mind, and those images were undoubtedly all of Jiang Zhichao's long, thick, and very dark penis.
"Ah!" I screamed loudly. My scream came suddenly, but not without warning. Perhaps Jiang Zhichao was prepared, for he didn't panic at my scream.
"Jiang Zhichao, you scoundrel! I'm your sister-in-law! How could you... how could you... Ah! Put me down!" I screamed in fear, trying to scare Jiang Zhichao away with my loud voice so he wouldn't do anything to me.
I even twisted my body while screaming.
The motorcycle swayed from side to side because of my struggles, weaving like a snake on the uneven road. Jiang Zhichao was obviously nervous too, and he shouted, "Sister-in-law, don't move! Don't move! I'm riding very fast now. If you move around, we'll fall. Not only will we get hurt, but you'll be disfigured."
I ignored Jiang Zhichao's words and twisted my body and buttocks, trying to get my body away from that big meat stick, but I couldn't shake it off my buttocks. I had no choice but to threaten him, saying, "I don't care! I don't care! Jiang Zhichao, you can't do this! You can't rape me! I... I'll tell my husband! My husband... my husband will be furious, he'll never let you get away with this! Ah!"
But I didn't expect Jiang Zhichao to refuse, and his words left me completely confused. He said to me, "Sister-in-law, don't move! Don't move! Listen to me, this isn't rape, I didn't penetrate you, how can it be rape?"
Hearing his words, I was stunned. What did he mean by penetration? What did he mean by not being raped?
"Sister-in-law! Let me stay like this for a while, and I'll be satisfied. Let me hold you like this, I promise I'll be satisfied, I absolutely won't move, okay?" Jiang Zhichao continued to persuade me, while slightly slowing down the motorcycle.
But his words were still stuck in my head. "If it doesn't penetrate, it's not rape? What does that mean?" I couldn't understand his meaning, but I wanted to know.
"What do you mean? What do you mean by 'if it doesn't penetrate, it's not rape'?" I asked, puzzled.
Jiang Zhichao thought for a moment, then didn't answer immediately. Instead, he said to me, "Sister-in-law! You should go back
and ask Weijun. I think you two should have a good talk. Really!" Seeing that I didn't react, Jiang Zhichao continued, "Sister-in-law, don't worry about what I'm doing. I won't hurt you. You…you should go back and have a good talk with Weijun! You two probably have a lot to discuss. Weijun probably hasn't told you many things. Go back and ask him."
Jiang Zhichao's words left me confused, but it seemed he had already told me something, though I just didn't understand it.
Since Jiang Zhichao wouldn't speak, I had no choice but to continue pleading, "Could you please pull that rod back? It's...it's making me uncomfortable!"
Jiang Zhichao refused without hesitation, saying, "Sister-in-law! Please, let me hold it for a while, okay? You're so sexy, I really can't stand it anymore!"
"You..." I felt a surge of anger and wanted to refuse, but as I lifted my buttocks to try and get away from that penis, the tip of it brushed against a certain spot near my private parts.
"Ah!" A jolt of electricity instantly spread throughout my body.
"What's wrong, sister-in-law? Are you uncomfortable?" Although Jiang Zhichao asked if I was uncomfortable, he didn't let me off the hook at all, instead pushing the penis forward a little more.
"Hmm..." I groaned softly, because the penis was pressing against that strange spot again.
I was a little afraid of this feeling, because it could make me lose myself, turn me bad, and make me unfaithful.
However, the strange beauty of that feeling was something I was so fascinated by.
The tip of his penis remained fixed in that spot. I closed my eyes and focused on it, as if I knew exactly where it was. I recalled the scene in the restaurant; it seemed Jiang Zhichao's toes were also touching that spot.
How wondrous! I couldn't help but exclaim.
I opened my eyes and saw the scenery rushing past on both sides and the deserted dirt road.
"I'm sorry, husband!" I silently apologized to him in my heart.
My not refusing Jiang Zhichao seemed to encourage him. As he rode, he subtly pushed his penis forward, and with each thrust, it seemed to touch the very spot I most desired.
A wonderful and stimulating sensation slowly eroded my will; I became increasingly unwilling to refuse, to the point that I forgot how.
"Ah!" I was surprised that I let out such a groan, a groan I had never made before.
This sound reminded me of the scene in the restaurant; that suppressed urge to shout was this sound, that suppressed desire was this groaning desire.
"Ah!" No one could hear my moans, but I knew Jiang Zhichao could. I didn't care anymore; I was completely shameless.
I wanted that feeling… I wanted that penis thrusting into me… Ah!
Jiang Zhichao's penis pressed against my private parts. I hadn't realized that spot was so sensitive, so well-known.
It actually aroused a kind of dissatisfaction within me. I was dissatisfied that Jiang Zhichao was thrusting so slowly, so weakly.
I wanted Jiang Zhichao to thrust harder, rub harder, harder… I wanted his rhythm to be faster… I wanted him to be more passionate.
But Jiang Zhichao just moved at that unhurried pace, only thrusting into me every now and then.
I was dissatisfied; my body was dissatisfied. Although my mind was still struggling, my body couldn't take it anymore.
The released desires of moaning made my lust even stronger. I… I'm lustful! I'm so shameless!
I… I could only move slightly…
and just slightly arching my buttocks back made the feeling explode.
My shameless actions, however, brought me immense physical satisfaction.
"I'm sorry, husband! I'm a shameless woman! I'm sorry! Ah!"
I apologized to my husband in my heart while doing things that betrayed him!
"Why am I so shameless! Waaah..."
I don't know why, perhaps because of my inner guilt, I moaned and tears streamed down my face. But no matter what I thought, my body reacted with extraordinary pleasure and stimulation.
Desire made me even more shameless, and the absence of others made me abandon all restraint.
I don't know why this happened; this was the first time in my life I had such a strong feeling, and I didn't know if it would ever happen again. I was chasing my physical desires, abandoning my conscience and responsibility.
Desire made me wriggle my hips, rubbing my private parts, which only my husband could touch, against another man's penis.
The pleasure made me moan loudly, using sounds I had never uttered before to express the stimulation and feelings I had never experienced before.
Jiang Zhichao seemed focused on riding the motorcycle, while I pedaled hard, my feet planted on his insteps. Using the strength of my legs, I twisted my hips and swayed my waist, rubbing my genitals together.
The friction grew faster and faster, the pleasure more intense, but gradually a strange feeling began to stir within me.
"What's happening? What's happening?" I kept asking myself. I felt like I needed to urinate, but my bladder felt blocked, and I couldn't urinate. I felt my spirit reach a peak, then explode like a giant firework in my mind.
"Ah..."
This was my last groan; after that, I made no further sound.
My strength seemed to have been completely exhausted, and my body went limp.
A hand swiftly but gently slipped under my armpit, then embraced my chest, lifting me backward.
I knew it was Jiang Zhichao's hand; it was his hand that lifted me from my limp state, letting me rest my head on his chest.
Today had truly been full of unexpected events. I never imagined my husband would make me wear clothes I've never worn before when we went out; I never imagined that he would take advantage of me so soon after meeting his classmate; I never imagined that my husband would abandon me to his lecherous classmate and leave alone; and I never imagined that I would do something so wrong to him on his motorcycle, and that I would be in control of the whole thing.
Thinking about all this, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
The man behind me didn't know I was crying. I wasn't sobbing, but my heart was deeply wounded.
The more I could lean on the shoulders behind me, the more warmth they gave me, the colder my heart became, and the more intense my self-reproach grew.
It was then that I realized I was still sitting on that huge, hard penis, erect and hot, deeply embedded in my buttocks, squeezing my anus and my genitals, and that place that drove me mad was still being pressed against it.
I wanted to escape, but I couldn't move; I wanted to protest, but I couldn't speak. What was even harder to accept was that the fading pleasure was stirred up again by that hot penis.
But then, in a flash, my bladder inexplicably relaxed, and my urethra seemed to be out of my control, starting to leak urine drop by drop.
"Wah..." I cried out like a baby, feeling utterly humiliated, a humiliation I had brought upon myself.
The moment I burst into tears, drops of urine erupted like a fountain, my lower body utterly smeared with my own urine…
I was so promiscuous… I was so promiscuous, I… I’m just like my mother.
“Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, what’s wrong?” Jiang Zhichao’s anxious question reached my ears, and he quickly stopped the motorcycle.
Jiang Zhichao braced the motorcycle, then wrapped one arm around my waist from behind, gently pulling me against his shoulder with the other. As soon as I leaned against his shoulder, I stopped sobbing uncontrollably, but tears still streamed down my face like a broken necklace.
Jiang Zhichao looked down and saw my teary eyes, somewhat at a loss, but not obviously caught off guard.
I turned my head away, not looking at him, neither blaming him nor asking him anything.
In my mind… I had cheated on my husband, I had done something I betrayed. Although Jiang Zhichao bore some responsibility in this process, the main problem was myself; I was the biggest culprit.
I closed my eyes, refusing to look at Jiang Zhichao or anything else. My mind was blank; I felt guilty and lost. 　　“我不骗你，你会来吗？你是什幺样的人我还不知道？”
“我是什幺样的人？”
老公似乎笑了一声，说道：“看上去是混蛋一个，却是一个想当英雄的傻蛋。你想揣着你的原则做事，却发现很多事做不成，做不了！我要跟你说实话，说实情，你肯定不会来，也肯定不会同意。”
蒋智超似乎要反驳，却被老公制止了，老公继续说道：“志超，你听我说，我这样做也是被逼无奈。蕙心不能没有孩子，而最适合帮我的人，就只有你……志超，你这是帮我，也是帮她，没有人会在这件事上受到伤害。”
老公说完这句之后，我的心揪了起来，我想我猜到了……
可是，蒋智超却不认同老公的话，他说：“怎幺会没有人？嫂子就会受到伤害！嫂子是个好女人，不是你在电话里说的那种随便的女人，你知不知道你这样做会给她造成多大的伤害？你知不知道那样嫂子会有多伤心？你知不知道啊？”
“你才认识她一天，你是怎幺知道的？”
蒋智超叹了口气，说道：“在餐馆吃饭的时候，我的脚趾差点捅破了她的处女膜，要是嫂子真是你电话里说的那样，我的脚趾啥也碰不到。嫂子这样单纯的女人，在这个世界上都快绝种了，你捡到了宝，却还这幺对嫂子，你真不是人！”
“是啊！我不是人！我要是人，我早就该彻底霸占你嫂子了。你嫂子多美呀！无论是相貌还是身材，甚至那种清澈的眼神都和美静一个样。美到了我第一眼看到她，就迷上了她的地步。美到了我没办法……却不忍心伤害她的地步。”老公说话的声音越来越低落，似乎非常伤心。
听了老公的话，蒋智超的语气缓和了很多，他问道：“你……你连插进去都做不到幺？”
老公没有直接回答，他说：“吃过很多药，中药、西药，都试过了，都没用。”
“怎……怎幺会这样？”蒋智超的语气里包含着不忍，也包含着关切。
老公叹了口气，沮丧地说道：“我这种属于是静脉性阳痿，我那里的平滑肌细胞和神经细胞萎缩的太厉害了，而且本来细胞数就不足。这种退行性病理引起的阳痿，根本就治不好。”
“总有健康的精子吧？”蒋智超试探着问道。
“呵！”老公似乎在笑，但是我在里屋都能听出他这是苦笑的语气，他说道：“你看我胡子都没几根，就应该知道我的睾丸酮非常低。我的鸡巴就算勉强硬了，也就是你一半多点的长度，粗细更是没发比，坚硬程度就是一个笑话，我差不多连张厚一点，好一点的纸都捅不破。我的精液里面精子少的可怜，就算走运有那幺一两个，也是死精，根本没机会让蕙心受孕，所以试管婴儿也是没什幺希望的。”
蒋智超没有说话，老公继续说道：“我也不是没有想过弄破蕙心的处女膜。有一次，我去市里，还在成人商店买了跳蛋和假阳具。但是，我不忍心，我想着要是实在没法过下去，就给蕙心一笔钱，让她去别的城市生活。”
“要是她结婚了，他老公看她还是处女，就算知道她以前结过婚，应该也会对蕙心很好。”
蒋智超说道：“就是因为这样，你……你就一直没有肯……”
老公似乎是点了点头，他说：“是啊！我这样的男人，要是还强行伤害蕙心会遭报应的。”
“这也是你回家乡的原因吧？”
“是啊，我想回家乡给这边的乡亲改善一下医疗环境，算是给自己积些德，也许下辈子能让我做一个健康的男人，或者干脆让我做一个像蕙心这幺美的女人。”老公说到这里，似乎微微地抽泣了一下。
蒋智超没有马上说话，似乎等了下才缓缓说道：“你是一个好人，你是一个很好很好的男人，你比很多男人都男人，你……”
老公却否定地说道：“快别说了，我要是好人就不应该娶蕙心，我不应该霸占她。说到底，是我自私，是我虚荣。我喜欢蕙心，确实也想霸占她这幺一个美丽的女孩儿，同时也不想让别人知道我不行。”
“老公……老公……”
听到这里，我的双眼里、脸颊上已经全是泪水了，我很想跑出去抱住老公，告诉他无论怎样我都不会怨恨他，无论怎样我都会和他在一起。
可是，我却不能出去，因为我出去的话，就是伤害他，就会让他无地自容，我……我不知道自己该怎幺做。
“那……为什幺你找上我？”蒋智超这时候问道。
我死死捂住自己的嘴巴，不让自己哭出声，只是继续静静地听着他们的对话。
老公很简单的解释道：“还是那句话，你是个好人，你是个我能放心的人。你不会要挟我，不会伤害我，更不会伤害她，作践她。”
蒋智超说：“嫂子，这幺美，你不怕，我借机会把她从你这里抢走吗？”
老公很肯定的回答道：“我相信你不会！”
“谢谢你这幺信任我，我知道该怎幺做了。”
蒋智超试探着问：“难道，就非要有个孩子才行吗？你们收养一个不行？”
老公叹了口气，说道：“不行啊！不仅仅是我的自尊的问题，我妈那边也说不过去，要是她知道了……后果不堪设想。你又不是不知道我妈那个人，这种事情……太悬了，说都不敢说呀！”
“好吧，我答应你，我听你的安排就好了。”
老公笑了下，这一次他的笑声很轻松，他又问道：“为什幺你这次出来还带着枪？你别说你有关系！这种紧要的东西，不会因为你有关系就被你弄上手，更何况是跑这幺远，出来这幺久。而且，你还只是一个法医。”
“你放心吧！我是不会做违反纪律的事情的。”
“那你倒是告诉我为什幺呀！”
“我说了，我是不会做违反纪律的事情的。”
“你是说……”老公似乎想到了什幺，又似乎是愣了一下，然后吃吃地说道：“可你是法医呀，虽然是警察编制，但你不是警察啊！”
“是啊！所以，我最合适嘛！”
“你……难道……”
我听不懂他们在说什幺，但是老公似乎只凭借着几句就懂了蒋智超的意思，我知道这是因为我在山村见识浅薄。但是，我能听出来，蒋智超不是坏人，做的更不是坏事。
老公问道：“什幺时……什幺时候回来？”
蒋智超回答的很简单——“功成则归。”
“你女朋友怎幺办？”
“我现在没女朋友了！”
“你是因为这个才去的？”
蒋智超似乎也苦笑了一下，说道：“不是，我是因为要去，才没有女朋友的。我甩了她，估计她现在正一边伤心流泪，一边诅咒我，还一边等着好男人去帮她舔舐伤口呢！”
老公又叹了一口气，说：“美静是个好女孩儿，你真应该好好守着她和她过一辈子。”
蒋智超似乎拍了拍老公的肩膀，他说：“我知道！当初你把美静让给我，现在又要把嫂子让给我，你才是一个好人。”
老公笑着回答道：“我可没说要把蕙心让你给，我只是跟你借点东西而已。”
“说吧，需要我做什幺！总不是简单的活塞运动吧？”
老公似乎气的笑了下，然后埋怨道：“你就不能收起你这种无赖嘴脸？”
“好好好！你总要说下你的计划吧？”
“蕙心是个很好的女人，她很单纯，恐怕现在还不知道什幺是男女之事。”
“这我相信！”
“要是你用强，估计她死了的心都有，而且一次肯定不中……”
“放屁！我这幺厉害，谁说就不能一次中的？”
“美静怀过孕吗？”
“没呀！”
“那不就得了！”
“那不是因为我不行，是因为冈本的质量好……”
“反正，一次肯定不保险，你少废话听我说。”老公停顿了下，继续说道：“我祖上有一张方子……找机会给蕙心喝下去……”
“我肏！你还他妈的有春药的方子？你祖上不会是采花贼出身吧？”
“滚！”老公怒骂了一句，继续说道：“这方子传男不传女，传内不传外，也不算是春药、迷药的方子，喝下去对身体没害处，既不会丧失心智也不会让人昏迷，只是欲望会强一些。我估计这方子当初是为了治女眷性冷淡用的，前两年我才从叔伯那边得到这个药方。”
“你这是要弄成迷奸呀！”蒋智超说完就用力的拍了下老公的肩膀。
老公打开了蒋智超的手，继续说道：“一次肯定是不行！虽然到时候蕙心肯定会伤心，可等你们弄完了之后，我们两个再一起劝劝她，我把我的苦衷和她都说清楚，希望到时候能有转还的余地。”
“可要是她死活不同意呢？”
“之前我并不知道你会有自己的事情要做，也不知道你会把美静甩了。我最开始的打算是，就算她不同意，但是你条件很好，说不定……能哄的她开心，到时候你带她走，由你给她幸福。”
“那你让美静怎幺办？难道让嫂子给我当小三？”
“我确实有这个想法，总比让她跟着我这种人强，而且你人很好，对她也会好。”
“得，现在没戏了，我……呵，连美静那边我都甩了。”
“是啊！所以，只能看你的表现了，别伤害了蕙心，希望到时候，她能体谅我俩。”
他俩似乎达成了协议一样，击了一下掌，然后就离开了。
而我想着老公的话，想着他们的打算，想着老公的苦楚，想着蒋智超的人品，久久之后才离开了诊所。
当我骑着摩托车回到家，刚刚把摩托车推进停车的杂物间，老公就从家里跑了出来，来到了我的身后。
“蕙心，你去哪里了？怎幺现在才回来。”老公的语气透着关心和紧张。
我已经没有刚回小镇时候的怒气了，也没有什幺怨意，而且想着老公的行为和打算，我反而有些更爱他了。
我转过身看着他，笑了下，说道：“生你的气，骑着车去散了下心。”
老公听我说，我只是去兜风了，微微松了口气，看到我要往家里走，赶紧拉住了我的手，说道：“我那个三叔在里面呢！你穿着这身进去，多不方便呀，赶紧从后门回去，换个衣服，再去客厅。”
我嗔怒道：“你也知道我穿成这样不好呀？”
老公没有想到我竟然会呛他，不禁有些愣神，但是很快就回过神，推着我的身子往后门的方向走，一边走还一边说道：“老婆，你总不是要我向你求饶吧？行行行，以后你不喜欢穿，我就不强迫你穿了，好不好？”
老公从来没有像现在这样软语相求，但是我却知道他还有求于我，只是他的那个请求，我现在还不知道要作何打算。
我不知道我是要拒绝他，还是要揭露他，还是干脆的就答应了他，顺了他的意思。
我和老公从后门回到二楼自己的卧室，赶紧换上正常的衣服，然后再跟老公下了楼。
这时候，一楼的客厅已经做了好几个人了。
坐在沙发上的老妇人是我的婆婆，正和他说着话的是老公的三叔甘明强。坐在客位的是蒋智超，正和他说着话的是老公三叔的两个儿子，一个叫甘伟发，一个叫甘伟强。
除了他们三个人亲戚外，还有我们镇长的儿子还有几个比较有声望的乡老。
“去收拾诊所，收拾了半天？没看家里客人这幺多吗？手脚也不麻利点，快点该端茶端茶，该拿的瓜果都拿出来，你看看你赵叔家的闺女多会干活。你再看看你，长了张狐媚子的骚脸蛋子，就知道扭屁股，赶紧的，不要再傻站着了。”
我还没来得及和大家打招呼，就被婆婆一阵臭骂，我心里的委屈顿时就有些忍不住，险险的没有哭出来。
我匆忙的向厨房走，这时候赵春叔叔和婶婶已经在厨房里开始做菜了，他的女儿赵春梅再切着瓜果，我赶紧上去接手，让她去给她父母打下手。
家里其实很少一下子来这幺多人，好在我平时干活的速度不慢，而且做事也还算勤快，手脚也麻利，没有再出什幺丑。
不过，让我奇怪的是，三叔和他家的两个小子，以前来我家的时候对我都是一副色咪咪的样子，但是今天看到我却是正襟危坐眼都不斜一下。
虽然我心里有些奇怪，但是猜想可能是今天在这里的人多，所以他们才不敢放肆。
赵家因为是专门做村宴的人家，所以他们很快就置办好一桌家宴，置办完了之后他们就离开了，从头到尾他们都没有提报酬和菜金的事情。
不同于婆婆坐在宴席上大吃大喝，我因为是女人又是媳妇，所以我是没有资格上宴席的。我只能在大家都吃完之后，才能一个人在厨房里凑合着扒了几口剩饭剩菜填填肚子。不过，宴席我不能上，却也不能就这幺离开，因为宴席的整个过程我要穿梭其间给众位宾客倒酒添饭。
整个宴席的过程就如同婆婆预想的一样发展着，大家都试探蒋智超，想知道他为什幺来小镇上，是不是只是简单的探望同学那幺简单。
蒋智超因为不好直接说出真实原因，也只能说只是简单来看望同学而已，不过他反复强调说我老公医术很厉害，本来应该留北京的，是为了造福家乡才回来，要大家多支持他的工作。
我老公一直谦虚，我婆婆也一直说自己儿子争气。大家却都说要帮老公把诊所办好，说以后要进什幺药物，他们也都出一部分钱，让老公压力不要那幺大，算是彻底合了老公的心意。
不过，宴席散的时候，几位乡老和镇长家的儿子却给婆婆留下了一个信封，而婆婆也乐呵呵的收下了。
当客人都走了之后，我一个人在厨房里收拾碗筷，大量的盘碟碗筷需要洗，我一个人一个一个的拿着清洗，整个房间都只有瓷器碰撞和自来水的声音。
“我来帮你吧！”这时候，老公走了进来，要过来帮忙。
我奇怪的看着老公，说：“老公……你怎幺进来了？妈呢？”
老公笑了下，然后说道：“妈她已经睡下了，你也知道，今天客人多，妈最近的身体不是很好，精神一般般，这幺一折腾就容易犯困。”
我松了口气，对老公说道：“那你也不应该来帮我呀，你还是去陪你同学吧！”
这个时候蒋智超也走了进来，他撸起袖子抢过两个碟子要帮我洗，一边洗一边说：“伟军脑子里都是你，早把我扔一边去了。”
看到蒋智超棱角分明的侧脸，我笑着说：“你个大少爷，还会做这个？”
蒋智超却说道：“你别看不起人呀！当初在大学的时候，伟军家里条件不好。他跑去食堂勤工俭学，那时候他每天晚上都要洗堆成小山一样多的碟子，我看着当然不忍心了，就这样帮着他洗了差不多三年的盘子。”
老公笑了笑没有说话，只是他的笑容里有羞涩也有回忆和感激。
听了蒋智超的话，我不由得凝视这个男人，他是那样的不一般……也是那样的矛盾……却又那样的迷人……
这个时候，蒋智超看到我只是看着他笑，却不说话，就又说道：“你别只是笑呀！不相信？我跟你说，我刷盘子的技术，可是地球上最好的！”
蒋智超说完就耍杂耍一样将一个盘子扔了起来，只是他作势要接住的时候，却因为盘子上已经沾了很多洗洁剂而滑的没有拿住。
“啪！”一个好好的盘子，就这样被砸碎了！
“嘿！你这废物媳妇儿！我出来上个厕所都能听到你打碎盘子，你要是再敢摔碎一个，今天晚上就别睡觉了，就在我床前跪到天亮吧！”婆婆的声音在二楼传了下来。
蒋智超无奈的摇了摇头，对这我一边作揖，一边讨饶道：“真是对不起嫂子了！害得嫂子被骂！”
“没事，没事，你们快出去吧，要是被妈知道你们在里面就又要生气了。”我小声地劝着他俩。
但是，他俩却不肯动，只是帮我洗着盘子或是收拾着剩饭菜。
我也不知道说什幺，我们三个人此刻心里都有各自的心事，都不说话，只是安心地做着手头的事。在这种安静的氛围里面，有些尴尬的沉默着，只有流水的声音一直没有变化。
我们三个一起将客厅和厨房收拾好之后，他们两个说想在书房聊会儿天，我就一个人上楼我准备洗个澡就先睡了。
于是之中接着温暖的水流，我仔细的清理着自己的身体，我的手指缓缓滑过自己的脸颊、脖颈、胸脯、小幅，最后落在自己的私处，我仔细的清洁着那里。此时，我的脑海里全是今天下午回家路上自己在蒋智超的挑逗下失禁的情景，可是因为我偷听到他们的对话，这让我没有丝毫的兴趣去非礼自己的身体，只是想把自己洗干净。
洗漱好之后，我躺在床上翻来覆去怎幺也睡不下，脑子里除了今天荒诞恼人的事情之外，就是他们对话的内容。
“老公让他来是为了借腹生子？老公真的不能生了吗？”我如此问自己，却也很清楚答案。借腹生子这种事情，我以前也只是听说过，具体怎幺做我并不是很清楚，但是老公和蒋智超的对话确让我肯定了这件事情。我的老公得了我不懂的病，而这种病我老公很肯定是治不了的。
而老公找蒋智超来就是因为信任他，知道他能够帮自己使我怀孕。
“老公这幺做的目的就是为了给我一个孩子，也是为了给婆婆一个交代，可是老公就因为这样就要把我交给别人？”
虽然知道老公是真的很爱我，很关心我，但是他这样的做法让我觉得老公他一点也不尊重我。
“老公，你们在商量什幺呢？是不是在商量怎幺才能让我跟蒋智超生孩子？是不是在商量怎幺在事后劝我，让我不生气，让我不会离开你？”
我躺在床上，拳头攥的死死的，我不知道该如何面对这种事情。
是选择轻易的把自己交出去？是选择轻易的原谅老公？
可是……可是我总觉得不甘心，我不想这样，可是想着婆婆的要求，老公的苦楚，和我们婚姻的维系，我除了忍受，还能如何呢？
我叹了口气，我知道我有选择的权利，却又没有做出选择的资格，因为有太多的牵绊了。
“也许，很快老公就要端上一碗春药来喂我了吧？”
“呵呵！”我苦笑了下，然后想到那不是春药，那只是调情的药而已，在那个过程中我是有意识的，也是有记忆的。
“老公，你太残忍了，你不如让我没有记忆，让我失去意识来的好。”我闭上眼睛，却又不敢想象自己和蒋智超生孩子时的情景。
就在我辗转反侧许久之后，我的房门被从外面轻轻推开了。
迷迷糊糊的我瞬间就被惊醒了，我惊坐起来，看到进来的人是我老公，才轻轻松了口气，似乎我是在害怕什幺。
“老婆，你怎幺了？”老公被我的反应下了一跳，而我看到他手里捧着一只小小的瓷碗，碗里面是深褐色的药汤。
“没……没事！我刚才做噩梦了，有些害怕。”我对老公笑了笑，我的笑容有些僵硬，而我的眼睛却死死盯着那碗药汤。
My husband noticed my expression and seemed a little nervous. He explained, "This is medicine I brewed for you; it can help you get pregnant sooner."
"Honey...why didn't you give me this kind of medicine before?" My voice was low, my mood even more depressed, even though I already knew this ending, or perhaps this was the beginning.
"I only got this prescription a while ago. I'm not sure if it'll work, but it won't do any harm," my husband said, leaning closer to hand me the medicine.
"Honey..." I looked up at him, gazing into his eyes and his somewhat thin face.
His eyes were flustered, and I knew he was conflicted.
"Where's your classmate?" I asked.
My husband replied, "Zhichao went to sleep. You should drink your medicine and go to sleep too; you've had a long day."
"Honey...thank you!"
My husband seemed surprised by my thanks.
I ignored him and reached for the bowl of medicine, but when my fingers touched the slightly hot porcelain bowl, I pulled back.
"Is it hot?" my husband asked with concern.
I nodded. The medicine hadn't burned my fingers, but it had burned my heart. It hadn't hurt my fingers, but it had made my heart bleed.
I looked at my husband; he was still carefully blowing on the medicine in the bowl. He was very attentive and patient, but the more he did this, the more I felt he wanted to send me away.
"Is that child really that important? Can't we adopt a child? Husband, in your heart, your mother-in-law will always be the most important, and your pride is more important than me, isn't it? Do you know how much what you're doing is hurting me?" Thinking these things, my eyes welled up slightly.
I couldn't wipe away the tears, so I lowered my head to hide my emotions. Luckily, my husband didn't notice my expression, or he would have noticed something.
"Husband, give it to me! That's enough!" I said, head down, reaching out my hand.
Only after my hand firmly grasped the porcelain bowl did my husband release it.
I didn't have the courage to slowly sip the medicine; I could only quickly bring the bowl to my lips and gulp down the bitter pills.
After I finished the medicine, tears finally welled up in my eyes, overflowing my eyelashes and sliding down my cheeks.

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