[Urban] Rebirth of a Beauty's Domination (Complete) - 22-24

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Chapter 1 of the Extra Chapter: The Kind and Beautiful Wife.

My wife, Mu Rouxue, is 25 years old, 1.68 meters tall, with large eyes, a classic oval face, fair and delicate skin, and a perfect S-shaped figure (bust 90.0, waist 62.2, hips 90.7). She is like a goddess carved from ivory, generous, dignified, gentle, and serene, inspiring deep admiration in men. Even more impressive are Rouxue's teardrop-shaped breasts, round, full, and firm without sagging, making countless men drool. At 25, my wife has developed the most beautiful parts of a woman perfectly; everything is in place, a perfect model of a woman's figure. I originally thought my wife's perfect body belonged only to me, but a few months later I realized I was wrong.

My wife's father is the director of a top-tier hospital in the city, and her mother is a professor at a prestigious university; her family is very well-off. My wife received an excellent education from a young age, and is knowledgeable, reasonable, gentle, and virtuous. Before our marriage, my wife had no fewer than a hundred suitors, some offering houses, others cars, but my proud wife disdained the temptations of money and chose to marry me, an ordinary man. Therefore, I cherish her even more and obey her every command. Regarding children, my wife feels we are still young and don't want to have children too early, so we always use condoms during sex, even the first time.

My wife is a middle school teacher at a public university, and her profession adds to her scholarly air. Whenever I see her reciting poems to the children, she is incredibly beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven.

Today, in early summer, the scene before me made my blood boil as soon as I opened my eyes. Rouxue was wearing a white V-neck tight-fitting sweater, perfectly highlighting her large, round, teardrop-shaped breasts, with a deep cleavage that was incredibly alluring. She wore a black apron skirt that tightly hugged her plump buttocks, making them appear even more pert. Combined with her slender waist, her S-shaped figure was incredibly sexy and perfect.

At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself. I immediately jumped out of bed and pounced on my wife, tightly embracing her from behind. My hands kneaded her perfect breasts incessantly. Because her dress had a low neckline, I casually pulled down her collar, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts before my eyes. A few blue veins were visible on her white breasts, and her pink nipples were half-covered by a white lace bra, which seemed about to burst. I bit down on the flesh above my wife's nipple and sucked desperately. Seeing this, my wife gently held my head and gently lifted her breasts so I could suckle more of her flesh.

Just as I was enjoying this, my wife suddenly cried out, "Oh no, I'm going to be late!" and slowly pushed me away. My gentle wife picked up her bag, kissed my forehead, and then turned and walked out of the house. Little did she know that this would be the last time I enjoyed my wife's soft and full breasts.

After leaving home, Rouxue sped off on her pink electric scooter towards the school. A gust of wind blew, and her long, flowing hair danced in the breeze, making her exceptionally alluring. Every man on the street turned to stare.

Just then, Rouxue suddenly saw several children throwing stones at a beggar under a bridge. Kind-hearted Rouxue rode forward to stop them. Being a teacher, she was quite adept at dealing with children. Rouxue shouted, "You little devils are bullying the weak again! I don't like you anymore!"

The children, seeing how sexy Rouxue looked today, especially her round, full, teardrop-shaped breasts, like ripe papayas hanging on her chest, and the deep cleavage that was endlessly alluring, stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

"Aren't you going to class?" Rouxue commanded. Only then did the children react, their tongues lolling out as they ran towards the school.

Seeing the children run off, Rouxue turned around to help the beggar. He was about 50 years old, ragged and filthy, emanating a disgusting stench. Rouxue took two steps forward and looked closer; the old beggar was very thin, his sunken eyes clearly indicating malnutrition. The

old beggar, lying on the ground, looked up and saw a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings. Looking up further, he saw a pair of semi-circular protrusions blocking his view. The old beggar rubbed his eyes and looked again; he realized it was a beautiful woman's full, firm breasts, and he was immediately stunned. The kind-hearted Rouxue, perhaps noticing the old beggar staring intently at her breasts, blushed and quickly took a step back, squatted down, and reached out to help the old beggar.

The old beggar slowly rose up, guided by his wife's arm. Just then, he saw his wife's white breasts, exposed as she bent over, revealing a deep cleavage due to their fullness. He shuddered and slipped, falling to the ground. Rouxue was terrified. She quickly bent down and lifted the old beggar's arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The kind wife was unaware that the old beggar had slipped because he was captivated by her beauty. The old beggar gradually recovered and chuckled, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, my old bones are easily broken!"

The kind wife tried to help the old beggar up, but unbeknownst to her, he deliberately leaned against Rouxue, his elbow intentionally touching her breast. Rouxue's full and sexy body, combined with her soft breasts, completely captivated the old beggar.

Rouxue felt the old beggar's elbow pressing tightly against her breast, but fearing he would fall again, she gritted her teeth and endured it, slightly raising her breasts to support his body. Because Rouxue's breasts were full and soft, the old beggar's elbow was completely embedded in her flesh.

Seeing the old beggar stand up, his wife quickly withdrew her hand and took a few steps back, keeping a distance of several meters from him.

The old beggar revealed his uneven teeth and said, "Thank you, sister."

Rouxue suddenly smelled a foul stench emanating from the old beggar's mouth and quickly replied, "You're welcome."

"Uncle, do you live here alone all year round? Where are your children?" his wife asked.

"Sister, I don't even have a wife, so where would I get children? What woman would want to be with a beggar like us from the countryside!" The old beggar's answer filled Rouxue with a pang of sorrow and pity.

Suddenly, the old beggar's expression turned to pain as he clutched his right arm with his left hand. He had slipped and fallen, scraping his arm and bleeding profusely. His kind wife, seeing this, quickly rushed forward to check the wound. Taking advantage of the situation, the old beggar feigned weakness and leaned against Rou Xue's voluptuous body. His wife, preoccupied with his injury, allowed him to rest against her mature and full figure.

His dirty hands rested on Rou Xue's upturned buttocks. Because he was only about 1.7 meters tall, his shoulders rested comfortably against her chest. Rou Xue's gentle, feminine scent and faint milky fragrance aroused his erection. From a distance, the scene resembled a beautiful, elegant, and sexy woman embracing a ragged, filthy, and dark-skinned beggar.

The kind-hearted wife, seeing the beggar's bleeding arm and having no usable gauze in her bag, hastily took off her black stockings and skillfully bandaged the old beggar's wound. The old beggar, seeing Rouxue's long, slender, fair legs, thought, "How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world? How can her legs be so perfect?" Rouxue finished bandaging the old beggar's wound and, seeing it was getting late, hurriedly rode her bicycle to school. The old beggar was left standing there, still foolishly intoxicated by the woman's fragrance.

Rouxue arrived at school late. The 40-year-old vice-principal, Wang Gang, wearing thick glasses, was standing on the balcony smoking. Suddenly seeing Rouxue's late arrival, he thought, "Beauty, today I've finally caught you red-handed, hehe."

Sure enough, Principal Wang called Rouxue to his office. He said with ill intent, "Teacher Mu, being late is a violation of school rules, especially at a key provincial university like ours." Rouxue quickly apologized profusely to Principal Wang.

But how could Principal Wang let such a good opportunity pass by? He walked to Rouxue's side and suddenly hugged her tightly. His rough hands caressed Rouxue's plump buttocks, sinking deep into her full and elastic buttocks.

Rou Xue was stunned by the sudden turn of events. By the time she reacted, Principal Wang was already trying to bury his head in her deep cleavage. Just then, Rou Xue suddenly pushed him away forcefully and slapped him across the face. Tears welling in her eyes, Rou Xue turned and ran out of the principal's office, leaving Principal Wang standing there dumbfounded, still savoring the image of the beautiful woman's alluring buttocks.

The old beggar, in all his years, had never seen such a beauty. Rou Xue's pretty face alone was a rare and stunning beauty, not to mention her flawless figure. A thought suddenly flashed through the old beggar's mind: "How wonderful it would be if I could have such a beauty as my wife, and have her impregnate me, giving me a big, healthy son!" Lost in thought, the old beggar removed the stockings left by the beauty from his arm, wrapped them around his dark, engorged penis, and fantasized about Rou Xue's full, white body, frantically masturbating.

Perhaps the old beggar had been too aroused earlier, and having never encountered such a stunning beauty before, he masturbated for an exceptionally long time this time. Afterwards, panting heavily, he leaned against the wall, thinking he was like a toad trying to eat swan meat. How could such a beautiful woman possibly give a second glance to a filthy beggar like him?

As he thought this, time ticked by. Suddenly, the old beggar saw the beauty riding her bicycle towards him in the distance. It was already evening, and Rou Xue had finished work. The old beggar quickly folded the stockings the beauty had left behind, stood up, and strode towards Rou Xue.

Rou Xue despised bullies like Wang Gang. She not only slapped Vice Principal Wang but also went to complain to the principal. However, the kind-hearted wife didn't know that the principal was Vice Principal Wang's backer; they were in cahoots. Vice Principal Wang, having been scolded by the principal for what had just happened, harbored resentment and was plotting a brilliant plan to possess the beautiful wife.

Chapter 2

! Rouxue suddenly cried out, startled by the old beggar who had suddenly rushed towards her. Before she could recover, she saw the old beggar's rough, bark-like hands clutching Rouxue's black stockings tightly, standing before her like a child reluctant to part with a beloved toy. It turned out the old beggar had come to return the stockings. Rouxue reached out her delicate hands and took the soaking wet stockings. She wanted to throw them away but feared hurting the old beggar's pride, so she put the semen-soaked stockings into her bag.

Rouxue looked the old beggar up and down. He was barefoot, his clothes were tattered and filthy, and his hair was disheveled and covered in dust. The kind-hearted wife thought to herself how unfair fate was; such a simple countryman like the old beggar was reduced to such a miserable state, while someone like Wang Gang, who swaggered around, lived such a carefree life. She couldn't help but sigh. The old beggar, bewildered by his wife's condition, asked, "Sister, what's wrong?" Rouxue smiled sweetly at him and replied, "Why did you come out without shoes?" The old beggar lowered his head and stammered, "I forgot."

As evening approached and the temperature began to drop, the old beggar shivered. Seeing this, Rouxue felt pity and said to him, "It's so cold at night, how come you don't even have a warm coat?" The kind-hearted wife didn't think too much and only wanted to help the poor old beggar. Remembering that she had some clothes she didn't wear at home, she said, "How about this, I have some clothes I don't wear at home. Come back with me, and I'll get some for you." The old beggar

was moved by his kind wife, his eyes welling up with tears, and he stammered, "Thank you, thank you." "You sit in the back, I'll give you a ride," his wife said gently. The old beggar sat shakily on the back of his wife's electric scooter. At this moment, his wife's graceful back was fully visible to the old beggar. Her slender waist was like a willow branch, and below it were her perfect, tender buttocks. Compared to her plump buttocks, the seat of the electric scooter looked particularly small.

Suddenly, the old beggar noticed a mark on his wife's back that looked like a thin belt. Trembling, he asked, "Young lady, why are you wearing a belt on your back?" His wife hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It's not a belt, it's a woman's bra." The old beggar, from the countryside, had never been with a woman before and naturally didn't know what a bra was. He then asked, "What's a bra for?" His wife was at a loss for words, but thinking that not answering would make her seem ill-mannered, she decided to treat it as a lesson. Her cheeks flushed, and she replied shyly, "A bra is for women to protect their breasts, otherwise, heavy breasts look unsightly!" Perhaps sensing what the old beggar was about to ask, she quickly changed the subject, saying, "Look, my house is just ahead." The old beggar craned his neck to look ahead, thinking, "My goodness, what kind of place is this? The gate alone is over ten meters wide, with tall European-style guard posts on both sides, and police officers standing guard at the entrance." Little did he know that Rouxue came from a wealthy family and lived in the city's most upscale residential area. They

quickly arrived at the gate, where a fierce-looking security guard suddenly stepped forward and stopped Rouxue, pointing at the old beggar in the back seat, saying, "Miss Mu, hello. Our community is a high-end one, inhabited by people of status. If we let a beggar like this in and our superiors see him, we'll be in big trouble." The old beggar, terrified, quickly crouched behind Rouxue. Rouxue stopped the car and gave the guard a captivating, angelic smile. "Everyone knows Miss Mu is the most beautiful woman in this community, but I never imagined her smile could be so breathtaking," the guard thought. Before Rouxue even spoke, he was already completely mesmerized, and quickly opened the gate to let Rouxue and the old beggar into the community.

The old beggar was stunned upon entering the residential area. The area boasted lakes and mountains, a truly idyllic scene. "We're here, this is my home," Rouxue said, leading the old beggar inside. Never having been to such a luxurious place before, the old beggar appeared very nervous, looking around nervously, hesitant to enter. Seeing this, Rouxue said, "Come in. My husband is working overtime and hasn't come home yet. Please sit for a while; I'll get you a glass of water." The old beggar timidly walked to the living room and sat on the floor. "There's a sofa here, why are you sitting on the floor? Get up!" his wife said. "My clothes are dirty, I'm afraid of getting your chairs dirty, so I'll sit on the floor," the old beggar said. Seeing the old beggar's insistence on sitting on the floor, his wife didn't say anything more. She went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and handed it to the old beggar. The old beggar's rough, bark-like hands touched his wife's delicate, flowing hands. Rouxue blushed slightly and quickly withdrew her hands, saying, "You're here, I'll go get you your clothes."

The old beggar suddenly noticed an artistic portrait of his wife hanging on the wall at the far end of the living room. The portrait, taken before their marriage, was exceptionally beautiful and ethereal. As if bewitched, the old beggar walked towards the photo. Before he knew it, he was standing right in front of it. Suddenly, he noticed the door to his wife's room wasn't fully closed, leaving a small crack.

The old beggar was about to push the door open to ask if his wife was done, but just as he opened the door and was about to speak, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning. His wife, with her back to the door, had taken off her top, which he had soiled, revealing her delicate, pink back. The old beggar had never seen such a sexy figure! A slender neck, fair shoulders, a willow-like waist, long, wavy hair cascading down her back—the well-proportioned lines exuded a mature charm; she was simply a work of art. At this moment, the wife gently turned slightly to the side, bending down to pick up the cream-colored t-shirt from the bed and put it on. This turn allowed the old beggar to admire half of his wife's snow-white breast. Because his wife's breasts were full and firm, the t-shirt didn't slip down directly, but stayed on her full breasts, just covering her pink nipples and half of her areolas, revealing the lower half of her breasts. The teardrop-shaped breasts were the fullest, the snow-white flesh paired with the pink areolas, making the old beggar instinctively swallow his saliva. The wife brushed her wavy hair to one side and slowly pulled the t-shirt down from her full breasts. Just then, she suddenly saw the old beggar standing at the door, staring at her breasts as if he were in a trance, and screamed "Ah!"

The old beggar snapped out of his daze, quickly closed the door, and turned to run away. However, he had been so focused on looking that he forgot there was a cabinet behind him and bumped into it, falling to the ground. Seeing this, the wife, without even bothering to straighten her clothes, quickly helped the old beggar to a seat on the sofa.

The old beggar covered his forehead, head bowed, avoiding his wife's gaze. His wife's pretty face was as red as an apple; she sat silently beside him. Rouxue had been raised with strict discipline and had never allowed any other man besides me to see her naked. But Rouxue knew the old beggar hadn't meant it, and at this moment, she didn't know what to say.

Just then, the phone rang. "Hello, Miss Mu, this is Sister Zhang. Are you home?" "Oh, hello, I'm home." "Okay, I'll be there in a bit." It turned out to be the housekeeper my wife usually hired, coming to clean the house. My wife quickly took out a few sets of old clothes I didn't wear and gave them to the old beggar before seeing him out. The old beggar, thinking Rou Xue was angry with him, quickly explained, "Sister, I... I didn't know you were changing..." "It's alright, don't worry," Rou Xue said gently.

And so, Rou Xue escorted the old beggar out of the noble and luxurious neighborhood, walking alone on the street. At this moment, the old beggar was completely captivated by Rou Xue's graceful figure and angelic face, muttering to himself, "So beautiful, this is a female bodhisattva." After seeing the old beggar off, Rou Xue felt very conflicted. Thinking about how every inch of her delicate 25-year-old body had been exposed to a 50-year-old beggar, she felt extremely regretful, regretting her carelessness.

I got home very late from work, and my wife was already asleep when I entered the bedroom. Bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, her angelic face, combined with the fact that she was lying on her side wearing a low-cut t-shirt, naturally revealed a sexy cleavage – a perfect blend of angel and sexiness. If it weren't so late, I would have enjoyed myself, no matter how tired I was. Returning to the living room, I saw a note on the table: "Honey, there's something in the fridge if you're hungry. Remember not to eat too much tonight." My wife is always so gentle and considerate.

My company is launching a new project and has decided to assign me to lead it – a fantastic opportunity for promotion and a raise. Although we're not short of money, my wife comes from a very wealthy family, and as a man, I always hope to achieve something in my career to be worthy of her. So, I decided to comply with the company's arrangement.

The next morning, I told my wife about it. Although she was reluctant for me to be away from home for so long, she's always understanding and respectful of my feelings, so she agreed. After helping me pack my luggage, my wife complained that I should have told him sooner so she could have taken time off to see me off. I comforted her, "Honey, don't worry about me. I'm not a child who doesn't know the airport. You go to work, don't be late." My wife reluctantly went to work, telling me not to overwork myself and to make sure I got some rest. So, at noon, I took the flight booked by the company to the new market.

Chapter 3

: Back at the Bridge Pier. The old beggar couldn't sleep for a long time because of what he saw last night. Rou Xue's angelic face and sexy figure, especially the scene of her bare breasts and her hand playing with her hair, were deeply imprinted in his mind. He fantasized about this scene and masturbated countless times before finally collapsing from exhaustion and falling asleep. Perhaps on this cold night, only Rou Xue's perfect body could heal the old beggar's wounded heart.

A piercing car horn woke the old beggar. Rubbing his eyes, he was about to curse when he suddenly saw a young woman, about twenty years old, riding a bicycle slowly towards him. As she drew closer, he realized it was none other than his goddess, Rou Xue.

Rou Xue had a delicate face, a waist-length ponytail, and wore a cream-colored, open-front cardigan over a white tube top, perfectly accentuating the full breasts of a twenty-five-year-old woman. She wore light blue, low-waisted, cropped skinny jeans, making her already rounded, pert buttocks appear even more shapely. This casual outfit instantly made Rou Xue seem like she was back in her youthful twenties. The

old beggar was about to apologize for what happened the night before when Rou Xue seemed not to see him, riding past the bridge pier and slowly disappearing into the distance. The old beggar was very puzzled.

At this moment, in the principal's office, the principal was scolding Wang Gang, "Wang Gang, Wang Gang, you're not getting any younger and still no woman is willing to marry you. Aren't you afraid your aunt won't be able to close her eyes in peace?" It turned out that the principal was Wang Gang's cousin. This forty-year-old man, Wang Gang, had not yet found a woman. One reason was his ugly appearance; wherever he went, his belly would appear before he did. The other reason was that he was lecherous; his eyes would light up and he would drool whenever he saw a pretty woman. He often went out to philander and was caught and taken to the police station.

"Cousin, I'm going to get married! I want to marry a woman like Teacher Mu. I won't marry anyone but Teacher Mu in this lifetime!" Wang Gang replied. The principal slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Teacher Mu has been married before. How can you marry her? Besides, Teacher Mu's father is the dean. I can't afford to offend him!" Wang Gang retorted with a smirk, "So what if she's married? There are plenty of divorces these days. If you want your aunt to rest in peace, you'll have to help me." The principal was so angry at Wang Gang that his eyes glared like a bull's.

Rou Xue actually saw the old beggar, but thinking about what happened last night, she didn't know how to face him. She was at a loss and pretended not to see him, so she quickly came to the school. "Beep beep." "Hello, Teacher Mu. This is the principal. I need you to come to the principal's office now. I have something important to discuss." Rou Xue received a call from Principal Li as soon as she arrived at the school.

"Principal Li, is there something you need?" "Teacher Mu, please sit down. Teacher Mu looks so elegant and refined today," Principal Li said. "Thank you," Rou Xue replied. "Teacher Mu, I've already dealt with Wang Gang's matter. I've removed him from his position as vice principal and deducted half a year's bonus. Are you satisfied with this outcome?" The kind wife replied, "He probably knows he was wrong, so let's leave it at that."

Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu is truly magnanimous. Wang Gang's behavior was indeed despicable, but he made this mistake because he has long admired you. Plus, his elderly mother is seriously ill, and he desperately wants to find a wife to reassure her." Rouxue didn't know how to respond to Principal Li's words, only feeling a pang of guilt. Principal Li continued, "To be honest, Wang Gang's mother is my aunt. My aunt's greatest wish in this life is to see her future daughter-in-law, but this unfilial son refuses to bring a girl back to put her mind at ease. If Teacher Mu were willing to help by pretending to be my brother's wife and accompanying my brother to meet my aunt, she would surely be at peace."

Rouxue replied, "How can that be? I'm married." Principal Li said, "Teacher Mu is just pretending. It's to put the old man's mind at ease. Maybe if he's happy, his condition will improve. Teacher Mu, please help me out. I won't bring any other girl home except for you, my unfilial son." The kind-hearted wife remained silent for a long time before finally agreeing. "Teacher Mu, it's settled then. We'll go back the day after tomorrow, Saturday."

The wife didn't know whether she should help or not, and absentmindedly finished her classes that day. After work, she had planned to go shopping, but now she wasn't in the mood and quickly went home. Perhaps she was tired, and she fell asleep quickly. She didn't wake up until evening and quickly grabbed her clothes to take a shower.

The wife took her change of clothes to the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature to prepare for a shower. Because it was an upscale community, the apartments had high ceilings, making the space more spacious and comfortable, so the bathroom window was also high, which the wife didn't notice. At that moment, a figure was darting around in the tree outside the window.

In the misty rain, a hazy, enchanting beauty, completely naked, her skin as white as jade, glistened with water droplets that sparkled and shimmered on her alabaster skin. Raindrops splashed onto her high, firm breasts, sliding down to her pink nipples. Because of her full, firm, and upturned breasts, the droplets slid from her ruby nipples to the lower part of her breasts, like a large droplet hanging from a smaller one. Water droplets from her wavy hair splashed onto her round, upturned white buttocks, tracing the most beautiful arc in the world before disappearing into a dark forest. Her slender waist was perfectly proportioned, and her long, delicate legs were flawless. At this moment, the bright moonlight shone on her naked, jade-like body, making her seem like a moon goddess descended to earth.

"Ah, help!" A cry for help interrupted his wife's blissful bath. Rouxue listened closely and realized it was the old beggar's voice. She quickly dried herself, put on her clothes, and went outside. She

saw two security guards pinning the old beggar to the ground. The old beggar was no match for the young guards and was already subdued, lying obediently on the ground. The old beggar kept groaning, his expression seemingly in great pain. "Miss Mu, we've discovered this beggar climbing a tree with malicious intent," a security guard said. Rouxue's heart skipped a beat. "Then, during my bath, my body was completely exposed!"

Kind-hearted Rouxue suddenly noticed the old beggar's left leg was bleeding. Without thinking, she rushed forward to persuade the security guards to release him, emphasizing the need to save him first.

The two guards were unaware that the old beggar had been blatantly ogling every inch of their goddess's body. Overwhelmed by the sight of his goddess standing naked less than ten meters away, the old beggar had pulled out his dark, engorged penis and started masturbating while still in the tree, causing him to fall. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't have let him off the hook.

Rouxue quickly dialed 120 and took the old beggar to her father's hospital for treatment. The next morning, the old beggar woke up, slightly opening his eyes. He saw a beautiful woman smiling at him in the warm, bright sunlight. The old beggar muttered to himself, "Have I gone to heaven? Is this an angel?" Rouxue gently asked, "What are you saying?" The old beggar then realized what she meant.

The old beggar, fearing his wife would blame him for the previous night's events and leave again, hurriedly explained, "Sister, I wanted to apologize to you last night, but the security guards wouldn't let me in, so I had to crawl through a dog hole. Once inside, I couldn't get through the door, and I didn't dare call out to you loudly, thinking I could see you through the window if I climbed a tree."

"My name is Mu Rouxue, you can call me Rouxue from now on," his wife interrupted. The kind-hearted wife felt deeply guilty because of her previous indifference, which had led to the old beggar's serious injury and subsequent lameness, and now she only wanted to make amends. Looking at the old beggar with his left leg in a thick cast, the kind-hearted wife's eyes began to redden.

Rouxue took leave from school and went home to have some nourishing food prepared. She changed her clothes, wearing a pink fitted sweater and a brown midi skirt, and a pink headband with a bow, before returning to the hospital.

Just as they reached the ward door, they found the old beggar lying on the ground. The wife quickly helped him up, asking, "Why are you lying on the ground?" The old beggar replied helplessly, "They all think I'm dirty and won't touch me." "Sister," the wife said gently, "Just call me Rouxue." "Rouxue, don't worry about me. Someone like me doesn't deserve to be cared for. It's better to die sooner." With that, the old beggar lowered his head and sobbed twice.

This deeply touched the kind wife's heart. Tears welled in her eyes as she softly said, "I'm here. I'll take good care of you." Under the warm sunlight, a woman with rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, big eyes, and a high nose bridge, wearing a pink top, exuded femininity. The old beggar ate the nourishing food Rouxue personally fed him while admiring this beautiful woman.

After the old beggar finished eating, he watched as Rouxue gradually fell asleep. Rouxue covered the old beggar with a blanket and stormed into the dean's office. "Dad, why is no one taking care of my friend in his ward?" his wife questioned. "Oh, Dad has been too busy and hasn't noticed your friend. Isn't he in a VIP ward?" she said. "The nurses at your hospital don't even want to touch him. How can they take care of him?" "Ah, how could this be? Saving lives is a doctor's duty. How can they be so prejudiced against the poor? I'll talk to them later." "My dear daughter, don't be angry with your father." Dean Mu had always cherished his daughter like a precious jewel, giving her whatever she wanted.

After cuddling with her father, Rouxue returned to the old beggar. He looked dejected. Rouxue asked, "What's wrong?" The old beggar replied, "A brother wants to visit me, but I'm too ashamed to face him! My brother has married a woman in the countryside, built a small house, but... but I'm still a beggar! Alas!" "In the countryside, having no offspring is considered unfilial. I don't even have a woman yet, how can I face my brother? Alas!"

It turned out the old beggar hadn't always been a beggar. In his youth, he was a laborer, and this brother was just a childhood friend, not related by blood. Later, at forty, having never seen a woman, he impulsively peeked at the village head's fat wife. He was discovered and beaten, suffering internal injuries that prevented him from doing heavy work for the rest of his life. The old beggar truly regretted it; it wasn't worth it for such a fat woman. Rouxue's body was like a fairy and a sow—a cruel contrast.

A while ago, an old beggar met a fellow beggar from his hometown and boasted that he had found a very beautiful woman. Unexpectedly, this fellow beggar went back to his village and spread the news far and wide. This so-called brother, ostensibly to visit the old beggar, was actually there to laugh at him.

Kind-hearted Rouxue felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this, thinking, "Do poor people really not deserve partners?" Thinking this, Rouxue whispered, "When your brother comes, tell him I—I am your woman." The old beggar, not hearing his wife clearly, seemed somewhat pleased and said, "In our village, if a man sees a woman's body, then that woman is that man's woman. So, isn't that fat woman my woman?" Rouxue, her cheeks flushed, softly replied, "You've seen my body too, so aren't I your woman too?"

Chapter 4:

It was all her fault that the old beggar had become a cripple. Anyway, it was just to let the old beggar regain his self-respect in front of his fellow villagers; wasn't that a kind of compensation? Kind-hearted Rouxue comforted herself.

"Sister, sister, I need to relieve myself," the old beggar called out. Rouxue was stunned for a moment before realizing that the old beggar wanted to urinate. Rouxue quickly handed the chamber pot to the old beggar and turned her back.

However, the old beggar had never enjoyed urinating in bed before, and he couldn't urinate no matter what he did. He said again, "Sister, I've never urinated in bed before, this... this just won't come out. Never mind, I'll go to the toilet."

Rouxue quickly went out to find a nurse or a male doctor to help, but the nurses all thought the old beggar was dirty and had already kept their distance. Helpless, Rouxue turned around and saw the old beggar trying to get up. His wife quickly came over to support him, but the frail wife couldn't support him with just her arm. Helpless, the wife had to put the old beggar's left hand over his head and onto her left shoulder, helping him walk towards the toilet.

The old beggar never imagined he could hold such a delicate and beautiful wife like this. His heart pounded, and his breathing quickened. Through a thin sweater, his left hand could vaguely feel his wife's soft, delicate shoulder. Because her skin was so smooth and jade-like, he hadn't noticed her pink sweater being pulled aside, revealing a stark contrast between her delicate, eggshell-like skin and his rough, dark hands.

Rouxue helped the old beggar to the toilet. His wife forcefully turned her flushed face away, her long eyelashes fluttering.

Holding such a delicate beauty, inhaling her faint feminine fragrance, the old beggar's lower body was already erect. With a slight pull, his entire penis sprang out. The dirty, ugly penis, resembling a venomous snake's head, stood erect, glaring at his delicate wife beside him, thick fluid dripping from its head.

Time ticked by, and the old beggar stared lewdly at his beautiful wife's smooth, jade-like shoulders and her round, firm breasts rising and falling with her breath. This caused his veiny, black penis to stand at a 120-degree angle for nearly five minutes, unable to urinate, only a trickle of fluid dripping from its tip.

Rou Xue was getting impatient, but too embarrassed to turn away, she gently asked, "Are you done?"

"Knock, knock," a knock came at the door. The old beggar reluctantly shoved his penis back into his pants and was helped back to bed by his wife.

Rou Xue opened the door to find a handsome man holding flowers standing outside. "Our Miss Mu is getting more and more charming; even the flowers in my hand pale in comparison!"

"Lin Fan, it's you! When did you get back?" Rou Xue said sweetly.

This Lin Fan was my wife's father's prized student, and he and my wife were childhood sweethearts. He was also my biggest rival in love back then. In terms of family background, looks, and career, he surpassed me. Perhaps because we grew up together, my wife always treated him like an older brother and never had any romantic feelings for him. After being gently rejected by my wife, Lin Fan heartbrokenly flew abroad to focus on his career.

"I came back specifically for you. I want to pursue you again," Lin Fan said earnestly.

Rouxue replied in alarm, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm already married!"

"Haha, I was just joking," Lin Fan laughed.

Rouxue sweetly slapped Lin Fan, "Oh, you, you tease me as soon as you get back." Rouxue was so engrossed in her conversation that she completely ignored the old beggar.

Little did his wife know that fifty-year-old men are extremely possessive and jealous, especially someone like the old beggar who lacked social standing and was deeply insecure. Lying on the bed, the old beggar gazed at the twenty-five-year-old woman before him, brimming with sexual allure. Her charming face, fair skin, full breasts, long, beautiful legs, and elegant, sweet attire made his engorged penis swell unbearably. His rough hands roughly rubbed his penis under the covers. But no matter how hard he rubbed, he couldn't find satisfaction.

Suddenly, the old beggar let out a groan, interrupting Rouxue and Lin Fan's conversation. His wife rushed to his side, anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

After what had just happened, coupled with his wife's earlier promise, the old beggar was now smugly harboring a bold fantasy that his wife was truly his woman. Seeing Lin Fan still standing outside the door, and fearing his wife's anger, he muttered under his breath, "In our village, women are meant to stay home, serve their men, and take care of the children. They can't just talk to other men outside."

He immediately regretted his words; he was afraid—afraid his wife would be angry and abandon him, afraid he would never see his angelic wife again.

Just as he was about to explain, Rou Xue shyly lowered her head, then turned and walked towards Lin Fan, exchanging a few words with him before Lin Fan reluctantly left.

After seeing Lin Fan off, Rou Xue returned to the old beggar's bedside and gently said, "You should rest well. I'm going back now. I'll come see you again tomorrow morning." Although the old beggar was extremely reluctant to part, it was getting late, and he had no good excuse to keep his wife. He could only agree and watch her leave with heavy hearts.

Chapter 5

The next morning, the hospital corridor was bustling with activity. A man around 30 years old, about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat that was large enough to be a skirt, was urinating in the hospital corridor. This terrified the female nurses, who all screamed and hid from him.

The man, perhaps finding it amusing, even grinned at the nurses. Just then, hospital security guards arrived and were about to subdue him when a man around 50 years old, with dark skin and a fierce face, suddenly slapped the younger man on the back of the head. The younger man was stunned by the slap and collapsed to the ground, wailing for a while.

The older man quickly smiled apologetically at the two security guards, saying, "Brothers, my son's brain isn't working properly. I've already taught him a lesson. Please don't hold it against me." This forced smile startled the two security guards, who repeatedly said, "Keep an eye on your family. If you do this again, we won't be so polite."

The old beggar was still dreaming of Rou Xue's ample breasts and shapely buttocks when he suddenly heard someone calling his name, "Er Gouzi, Er Gouzi." The accent sounded so familiar. Opening his eyes, he saw the man standing before him. "Brother Gou Sheng, it's you! When did you get here?" the old beggar said.

The older man was the brother the old beggar had mentioned working odd jobs with in the village, and the younger man was Gou Sheng's adopted son, Gou Bao, who had suffered a brain injury from a fever when he was adopted.

Gou Sheng looked around and said, "Old man, you're doing pretty well, managing to stay in such a high-class hospital room." Hearing this, the old beggar was overjoyed and loudly replied, "Of course! My wife arranged this for me!" Gou Sheng, being the eldest son since childhood, had a very strong personality, and hearing the old beggar's words, he felt deeply hurt. He was immediately consumed by jealousy and said, "I heard you found a woman? Where is she? Let me tell you, my woman is untouchable. I say one thing, she doesn't dare say another; I go east, she doesn't dare go west."

The old beggar stammered, unable to speak, thinking, "Could Rouxue be angry with me yesterday and no longer care about me?" "What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? I knew you were just bragging, haha," Gou Sheng laughed maliciously. At this moment, a loud "bang" came from outside the window.

Gou Sheng and Gou Bao quickly went to the window and looked out, immediately stunned by the scene before them. In the gentle morning light, a beautiful woman with delicate features and waist-length hair was wearing a pink off-shoulder tight-fitting dress. Her pair of round and full breasts trembled slightly with her movements. Her slender, fair legs were paired with a pair of pink high heels, and her noble and elegant temperament was perfect, like a goddess who could topple kingdoms. The noise just now was from two private car owners who, attracted by the woman's stunning beauty, didn't notice what was ahead and collided.

At that moment, Gou Sheng was utterly shocked, thinking, "I even lost my life savings to buy this ugly woman in her thirties, who's practically naked before and after her wedding. She's not even as good as the goddess downstairs." Gou Sheng stared wide-eyed, not even blinking, as he watched the beauty walk into the building.

The old beggar, whose legs were weak and who hadn't noticed what was happening, anxiously asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?" The old beggar's words interrupted Gou Sheng's lewd thoughts. Gou Sheng reluctantly turned around and was surprised to find his crotch bulging. Gou Sheng thought, "Damn it, even this sexually challenged idiot is in heat?"

At that moment, Gou Sheng suddenly smelled a soft, elegant woman's fragrance. Like a male animal smelling a female, his old penis involuntarily became erect.

"Good morning!" Rouxue greeted him with a smile as she entered. The old beggar, Gousheng, and Goubao stared at her blankly, as if they'd lost their souls. Rouxue paused for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong with you all?" Rouxue smiled gently and said, "The porridge is ready for you. Eat it while it's hot." Gousheng turned his head, mouth agape, staring at the old beggar in surprise, muttering incoherently.

"Why don't you introduce me to your brothers?" Rouxue said gently. The old beggar was also dumbfounded, unsure of what to say, stammering incoherently. Seeing that the old beggar couldn't say anything for a while, Rouxue shyly introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Zhao Ergou's girlfriend, my name is Mu Rouxue."

This was the first time in his life that Gou Sheng had been so close to such a beauty. He was completely captivated by Rou Xue's gentle charm. Beneath her arched eyebrows, a pair of large, bright eyes gleamed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair, delicate skin seemed flawless…

“Gou Sheng, Gou Sheng, my woman is looking right at you, why aren’t you saying anything?” the old beggar said anxiously. Gou Sheng finally snapped out of his reverie and replied foolishly, “Okay, okay, that’s wonderful.” Rou Xue couldn’t help but smile sweetly at Gou Sheng’s dazed expression.

Rou Xue poured out the porridge she had brought and fed it to the old beggar herself. Seeing this, Gou Sheng cursed inwardly with resentment, “That damned bastard, he must have accumulated eight lifetimes of good karma to find such a beautiful fairy.” At that moment, a nurse wearing a mask walked in with a frown and said loudly, “Zhao Er Gou, Zhao Er Gou, you can be discharged now. Come back in a week to have your cast removed.” Then she left impatiently.

Upon hearing this, the old beggar became anxious, thinking, "If I go back to the bridge pier, won't I be exposed?" Rou Xue seemed to sense his concern and said shyly, "Then let's go home. If you two don't mind, why don't you come to my house for a simple meal?"

Gou Sheng was so excited he couldn't speak, just nodding repeatedly. Rou Xue hurriedly packed the old beggar's things, and Gou Sheng slapped Gou Bao on the head, scolding, "Hurry up and help the fairy sister!" The old beggar looked at Rou Xue, who now resembled a kind and beautiful wife, and thought to himself, "I mustn't wake up from this dream."

Rou Xue supported the old beggar in front, while Gou Sheng and Gou Bao followed behind carrying the bags. At this moment, Gou Sheng's eyes were only on Rou Xue's full, round buttocks under her pink dress, and his heart was filled with primal animalistic desires. He wished he could pounce on Rou Xue and fuck her round and full buttocks for days and nights.

Soon the four of them arrived home. Gou Sheng and Gou Bao had never seen such a high-end residential area before. The two of them followed Rou Xue closely like children, afraid that they would get lost in this huge community.

Upon arriving home, his wife invited them to rest in the living room before going to the kitchen to see if Sister Zhang had prepared the meal. Gou Sheng secretly thought, "I can't let that bastard Er Gouzi get away with this so easily; I'll definitely teach him a lesson." Soon after, Rou Xue and Sister Zhang had arranged the dinner. "Miss Mu, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now," Sister Zhang said as she finished preparing the food and left.

His wife called out, "The food is ready, please sit down." Gou Sheng and Gou Bao sat lecherously on either side of his wife, while the old beggar sat to the side. The three of them had never tasted such delicious food before, and they devoured it greedily, all the while glancing at Rou Xue's ample breasts.

Suddenly, Gou Sheng put down his chopsticks and bowl, his face full of sorrow, and said to Rou Xue, "Alas, sister, I'm 55 this year, and I only have this one son. Who knew he'd get a brain injury from a fever when he was little? Now he's over 30 and still can't distinguish between men and women." "In our area, the greatest filial impiety is having no offspring," he continued, "and if this son can't distinguish between men and women, my family line will end!" As he spoke, a few tears welled up in Gou Sheng's eyes.

His kind wife quickly comforted him, "Brother, don't worry. Modern medicine is so advanced; there must be a way to cure him." Gou Sheng continued, "Sister, I saw this bastard see you today, and he got really hard. It must be a miracle that he saw a fairy. I wonder if you would be willing to help us?"

Hearing this, his kind wife lowered her head shyly and softly asked, "How do you want me to help?" Upon hearing his wife's words, Gou Sheng excitedly exclaimed, "As long as my little bastard sees a woman's body, and lets him know what a woman is, his illness will definitely be cured!"

Rou Xue, though wanting to help Gou Sheng, held strict upbringing and valued chastity highly. She wouldn't easily agree, repeatedly saying, "No, no!" His wife seemed somewhat angry and left the table for the room. Seeing this, Gou Sheng said to Er Gouzi beside him, "Brother Er Gou, go and persuade your woman. If she's willing to help, I guarantee you can go back to your hometown."

The old beggar, having endured years of begging and the contempt of the world, longed to return to his village but feared encountering the village head and his henchmen, and thus dared not go back. Hearing Gou Sheng's words, he struggled internally for a long time before finally agreeing. He got up, leaning on his cane, and went to the room.

Suddenly, the old beggar prostrated himself before Rou Xue, tears streaming down his face, and explained everything to his wife. Kind-hearted Rouxue was deeply moved by the sight of the disabled old beggar. She said, "Alright, you can go out now. Let me change my clothes." The old beggar, tears streaming down his face, quickly left the room.

Rouxue was torn. On one hand, she adhered to her moral principles; on the other, she felt indebted to the old beggar and a country person in need of help. Her face flushed red, and tears welled in her eyes as she gently removed her pink dress. She opened the wardrobe and took out a white, sheer nightgown.

This sexy nightgown was a gift I gave my wife for her 25th birthday. She had always complained that it was too transparent and revealing and had never worn it, no matter how much I pleaded.

At this moment, his wife was like a piece of jade created by God, with an angelic face, long, wavy hair, and skin as white and translucent as white jade. Her full, firm, and perky breasts were encased in a small white bra, her slender waist was without an ounce of excess fat, and her plump, pert buttocks beneath her white panties were so tender they seemed to drip with water. Her long, slender, and pink legs were simply perfect, as if God had measured and created them.

Outside the door, Gou Sheng, Gou Bao, and the old beggar were already impatient, their minds filled with fantasies about the beauty's body. Just then, Rou Xue walked out gently and slowly into the dim light of the room. Although the room was dimly lit, Rou Xue's pure white body was translucent and emitted a pure white glow.

Although Gou Sheng and the other two had been fantasizing about Rou Xue's perfect body, they never imagined their wife's extraordinary temperament and captivating beauty. The three were utterly astonished by this stunning beauty. The

delicate goddess, arms crossed, shyly turned her face to the side, the thin white silk perfectly revealing her unparalleled sensuality. At this moment, the goddess was slowly walking into the living room with light steps. The three men, like hungry wolves, already had their dark, erect penises standing tall. The room was filled with the disgusting stench of men's genitals and the faint scent of a woman's breasts.

Rou Xue was in agony, constantly asking herself what was wrong with her, that she had exposed her fair and perfect body to three old men.

Gou Sheng, his mind filled with lust, drooled as he said to his wife, "Beautiful...beautiful woman, quickly...quickly take off your underwear." Normally, his wife might have turned away long ago. But perhaps it was under this primal scent, almost naked, under the gaze of three ugly old men, that his entire body went limp. This tense and exciting feeling was something his usually conservative wife had never experienced before.

Rouxue, having complied with Gou Sheng's shameless request, turned around and slowly unhooked her white bra from behind. At this moment, his wife was both ashamed and afraid, but a strange sense of anticipation drove her to gently turn her half-naked body.

Although she tried to protect her breasts with her hands, how could her fair and full breasts be concealed by her slender arms? The perfect contours of her breasts and the faintly visible pink areolas made the three lewd old men swallow hard, their hands constantly kneading their penises.

"Ah~ ah!" Gou Bao's expression was ferocious, his whole body trembling as he emitted disgusting moans. It turned out that his wife's perfect body had made Gou Bao unable to control himself any longer, and he had reached orgasm and ejaculated. Seeing this, the wife seemed to wake from a dream, and morality and ethics once again took over her mind. She quickly turned around, ran back to the room, and closed the door.

Seeing that the goddess was about to undress, and that this brat Goubao had ruined it, Gousheng repeatedly slapped Goubao and yelled, "You little bastard, you useless thing!" But Gousheng was also quite amazed; the goddess's half-naked body had already made the foolish Goubao ejaculate for nearly two minutes, his crotch overflowing, the foul-smelling semen constantly seeping out and dripping.

That night, Rouxue didn't dare look directly into the eyes of the three men and didn't say anything more. She simply arranged their rooms and returned to her own. That night, apart from Goubao, who had already ejaculated early and was fast asleep, Rouxue, the old beggar, and Gousheng couldn't calm down and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Gou Sheng used the white bra he had secretly picked up from Rou Xue to tightly wrap his ugly, rough penis and rubbed it repeatedly. That night, Gou Sheng didn't know how many times he used Rou Xue's white bra to relieve himself, until his rough penis rubbed the bra to shreds.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Gou Sheng and Gou Bao had to return to their hometown. Although Gou Sheng was reluctant to leave, he had no excuse to stay and had to leave with Gou Bao. Before leaving, Gou Sheng called out, "Er Gouzi, you must take Da Meizi back to our hometown to worship our ancestors!" It turned out that in the old beggar's hometown, there was a custom that men with wives had to take their wives to the ancestral temple to offer incense to their ancestors so that they could become rich and powerful. His wife, though reluctant, virtuously said, "Okay."

After seeing Gou Sheng and his son off, Rou Xue suddenly remembered that it was Saturday and she had an appointment with the principal. She gently said to the old beggar, "You rest well at home. I have something to do at school; I'll go there."

The 50-year-old man was extremely possessive and jealous. Coupled with the lustful gazes of Lin Fan, Gou Sheng, and others, the old beggar was already feeling resentful and was unwilling to let his wife go easily. The old beggar lay on the ground, groaning in pain. This terrified Rou Xue, who quickly took him to the hospital.

"Miss, don't be alarmed. The patient is fine. It's probably because he was too dirty, and the cast on his leg caused some minor inflammation. We've already treated it, and the cast has been removed for now. He can take a bath and come back tomorrow for medication," the doctor said.

The kind-hearted wife breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "The old beggar is disabled because of me. If anything happens to him, I'll never have peace of mind." "Oh, right, make sure the wound doesn't get wet while he's bathing," the doctor added.

The wife helped the old beggar out of the car at the entrance of the residential complex. The security guards at the gate were all filled with envy and jealousy towards the old beggar. A jarring scene unfolded before their eyes: a graceful, elegant woman supporting a withered, filthy, limping old beggar as they walked away.

Back home, the wife started running water and got the old beggar a change of clothes, preparing for him to bathe. After adjusting the water temperature, she gently called to the old beggar to bathe, but because of his leg injury, he couldn't lift his legs and couldn't take off his pants. He cried out, "Sister, I can't take my clothes off, what should I do?"

The kind-hearted wife was at a loss, thinking, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other, what should I do?" Suddenly, the old beggar cried out in pain from inside the bathroom. The wife, disregarding everything else, quickly opened the door and went in.

The old beggar sat shirtless on the ground, his pants pulled down to his thighs. Rouxue let out a shy "Ah!" and quickly helped him up. Rouxue's face was as red as a ripe apple, her pink lips tightly pursed, her large eyes closed, and she turned her head to one side. Gently, she knelt in front of the old beggar, her delicate hands slowly pulling down his pants.

Unbeknownst to her, a rough, old, veiny, filthy penis resembling a venomous snake's head was less than centimeters away from her, its claws outstretched, eyeing her fair and beautiful face, peering at her snow-white, full breasts. The old beggar hadn't bathed in many years, and his ugly penis emitted a foul, pungent odor. The wife seemed to smell something, turning her face slightly, her nose brushing against the glans of the old beggar's penis.

The wife instinctively opened her eyes slightly, and what she saw terrified her. A dark, rough, veiny penis was throbbing against her delicate, white nose.

She screamed and ran outside, leaning against the doorframe, breathing heavily. Because of her naivety and conservative nature, she had never even looked directly at my penis out of shyness, let alone seen another man's penis so closely.

The old beggar couldn't believe that his ugly penis had just touched the body of a goddess. He stood there dumbfounded, leaning against the wall, still replaying the scene in his mind. "Oh dear, we forgot to wrap the waterproof gauze the doctor gave us around the old beggar's leg," Rouxue said anxiously. Rouxue was in a state of

panic. "Let's go in and bandage the old beggar, but he's already naked. If we don't bandage him, the wound might get infected if it gets wet." Thinking of the old beggar who had suffered so much, was now emaciated and crippled because of her, the wife was ultimately persuaded by her own kindness. She knocked on the door and asked, "Your waterproof bandage isn't on your wound. It'll be a problem if it gets wet. I... I... can I come in and help you bandage it?" she said shyly.

The old beggar, surprised that his wife would come in to help, was so excited that he forgot about his injured leg and took a step to open the door. "Ouch!" he cried, falling to the floor. The wife quickly opened the door and helped the naked old beggar to his feet, sitting him by the bathtub. She quickly asked, "Are you hurt?" The old beggar replied in pain, "It's nothing, just a twisted arm."

The kind-hearted wife couldn't care less at that moment. She quickly took the bandage and gently knelt before the old beggar, her delicate hands supporting his injured, festering leg on her smooth, white thighs as she bandaged it. In the hazy mist of the bathroom, a sexy, elegant, fair-skinned, and voluptuous woman knelt gently before an old beggar whose body was thin, covered in wounds, with rough skin, and who occasionally emitted a foul odor.

The old beggar seemed to be in paradise; in this misty environment, a sexually alluring fairy was kneeling before him. His rough, old penis instinctively hardened, eager to conquer the goddess before him.

He gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly, his eyes fixed on Rou Xue's full breasts. Rou Xue, shyly lowering her head, dared not look at the old beggar's crotch, her mind only focused on quickly bandaging him. After the bandages were applied, the wife helped the old beggar into the bathtub. The water soaked her clothes; her thin sweater clung to her body.

At this moment, Rouxue's perfect figure could no longer be concealed: her full, rounded breasts, slender waist, and round, pert buttocks, coupled with her angelic face. The old beggar had lost himself, completely immersed in this paradise.

Suddenly, the old beggar began to sob. His wife, not daring to look up, asked shyly, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" The old beggar choked back tears and replied, "In all my life, no one has ever been so kind to me. I can die in peace now."

His kind wife was immediately filled with pity and sympathy, comforting him, "It's all my fault, otherwise you wouldn't be crippled." The old beggar continued, "Sister, you've been so good to me. In all my life, no woman has ever looked at me properly. They either think I'm poor or ugly." "Alas, I know. What woman would look at a beggar like me? When I was in my forties, I was beaten and suffered internal injuries for peeping at the village chief's woman. I just accepted my fate," the old beggar said with a sorrowful expression.

The old beggar's weeping deeply touched his wife's heart. Her kind soul, like a clear spring, knew nothing of human greed. She thought, "The old beggar has suffered a lifetime of bullying and hardship, living a life worse than death. His only wish is to have a woman." "And because of me, he's disabled for life—I owe him so much."

Thinking this, Rouxue gently stood up. The old beggar, thinking she was leaving, suddenly mustered the courage to embrace her sexy waist. The kind wife, never expecting such a timid and weak man, was at a loss for what to do. His rough, bark-like hands tightly held her slender waist, his rough face pressed against her soft body, frantically inhaling her feminine scent.

She kept her pink lips tightly closed, her shy face turned to one side, her hands gently pushing him away, her upper body leaning slightly backward, making her teardrop-shaped breasts appear even more firm and full. The kind-hearted wife couldn't bear to push away the wounded, miserable, and lonely old beggar.

Seeing that his gentle wife wasn't angry, but only weakly resisting, the old beggar boldly stretched his neck, rubbing his wrinkled face against her soft breasts through her clothes, repeatedly sobbing, "Please, sister, don't abandon me." This made the kind-hearted Rouxue even more powerless to resist, only able to let the old beggar desperately embrace her full body.

At this moment, the filthy, lewd, and cowardly old beggar tightly locked his wife's waist with his withered, thin arms, his dirty hands constantly kneading her full, round buttocks, his rough old face desperately burying itself in her soft breasts. Under the old beggar's constant harassment, Rouxue's body gradually heated up, a sinful desire igniting within her. Her hands, which had been resisting the old beggar, lowered slightly, and her breathing slowly began to quicken.

The old beggar peeked up at his beautiful wife, her cheeks flushed with shyness as she turned away. Her large, clear eyes were slightly open, her pink lips tightly pursed, and her fair face was partially obscured by her long bangs—she was simply stunning.

Seeing that his wife was no longer resisting, the old beggar's rough, withered hands quietly slipped inside her beige skirt. He desperately tried to grasp her full, round buttocks, but her buttocks were soft and elastic, and no matter how hard he tried, his hands would always be gently lifted from the flesh.

Because the old beggar was only 1.7 meters tall, even with his neck stretched out in the bathtub, he couldn't reach his 1.68-meter-tall wife's nipples. He could only suck deeply into his mouth, which was filled with a foul odor, through her clothes. The

old beggar could no longer control himself and shoved up his wife's beige tight-fitting sweater, revealing her white lace bra. But the old beggar, who had never touched a woman before, couldn't unhook his wife's bra for a long time. He frantically rubbed, smelled, and pressed against his wife's snow-white breasts, like a hungry child.

The kind-hearted wife, unable to bear seeing the old beggar so anxious, gently unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of white, jade-like breasts, heavy as teardrops, perfectly displayed before the old beggar's eyes. The pink areolas on her snow-white breasts were like peach blossoms, and a small cherry-sized bud poised precariously, seemingly waiting to be plucked.

The old beggar, his blood surging, gripped his wife's full breasts tightly with his withered, twig-like hands, opened his mouth full of yellow teeth, and took one of her tender breasts into his mouth, his rough tongue constantly coating her nipple. The delicate wife, her sensitive nipples being teased by the old beggar, couldn't help but reach out and tightly hug the old beggar's head, hoping to alleviate some of the tingling sensation.

The old beggar desperately sucked his wife's breasts into his mouth, until her nipples and areolas were completely inside, but he still seemed unsatisfied, his large hands pressing his wife forward from behind. The wife could only arch her chest high, and the old beggar sucked on another portion of her snow-white breasts.

"Ah, kiss me! Ah, no, don't bite!" Rou Xue cried out shyly, hurt by the old beggar's rough actions. Rou Xue was held tightly by the old beggar, her body leaning forward, which was becoming unbearable. Just as one leg stepped into the bathtub, the old beggar pounced on his wife like a hungry wolf. The water in the bathtub had already been drained. At this moment, a 25-year-old woman's soft, full, and delicate body was on top of a 50-year-old beggar who was thin and rough-skinned.

The old beggar's rough, ugly, and veiny penis, like a venomous snake, was already swollen and unbearable, constantly dripping sticky fluid from its head, covering the wife's fair thighs. A foul, fishy smell of male genitalia permeated the entire bathroom.

The old beggar frantically tore at his wife's panties, her dark, withered buttocks throbbing repeatedly. But having never touched a woman before, the inexperienced beggar couldn't find his wife's vulva. His rough, old penis poked everywhere. Seeing this, the gentle wife quickly pushed him away and sat up.

The old beggar, consumed by lust, couldn't bear to leave his wife's soft, warm body and wanted to pounce on her again. His wife said shyly, "Put this on first," and took a condom from a nearby cabinet, handing it to the old beggar. The old beggar had no idea what it was. He took the condom and was about to ask his wife what it was when she turned away shyly.

At that moment, the old beggar seemed like a different person. His eyes gleamed, and his expression became ferocious, like a wild beast. The old beggar pounced on his delicate wife, impatiently lifting her skirt and grabbing her smooth, plump buttocks from behind. His engorged, rough penis thrust violently into her vulva.

Finally, the old beggar's primal mating instincts satisfied him, and his ugly, rough glans squeezed into his wife's tight, warm vagina. The old beggar squinted, raised his head high, trembled, and gasped, thinking, "My God, this...this is a woman's vagina? It feels so good, so damn good!" His

wife, kneeling before him, shyly raised her white, tender buttocks, letting out a soft "Ah!" Her two pink labia majora, like a small mouth, tightly gripped the old beggar's glans. Her tight, warm vaginal opening gently enveloped the dark glans, contracting and relaxing as if massaging it. Suddenly, the

gentle wife realized that the old beggar hadn't used a condom; he had inserted his penis completely naked. The wife, always chaste and virtuous, quickly twisted her plump, beautiful buttocks and used one hand to push the old beggar, preventing his penis from penetrating further. She gasped, "No, ah, no, you can't put it in like this!"

Her twisting only further stimulated the old beggar's glans. At this moment, the old beggar, like a male animal, only wanted to conquer this young, beautiful, and sexually alluring woman before him. His rough, withered hands gripped his wife's buttocks like claws.

The old beggar gritted his teeth and continued to push his rough penis into his wife's tight, moist vagina. A dark, ugly old penis slowly disappeared into his wife's fair, smooth buttocks.

After all, his wife, always chaste and virtuous, had never been directly penetrated by a man's penis before; she always used a condom, even the first time. Therefore, her vagina was still as tight as a virgin's. This made it extremely difficult for the inexperienced old beggar to finally penetrate her completely.

The old beggar's penis, though small, was very rough, and his wife's vagina was particularly tight. The rough penis scraped against her vaginal walls, causing her considerable pain. She gently covered her mouth with her hand, moaning softly.

This was the first time Rouxue had allowed a man to enter her body directly. Although the old beggar's actions caused her some pain, the hot penis also gave her a subtle sense of fulfillment. The gentle wife pushed the old beggar away, whispering, "Slower, slower, it hurts, no—don't go in any further."

The old beggar was, after all, a virgin, and besides, it was such a perfect goddess. Her tight, tender vagina gripped the old beggar's penis, her full, firm breasts swaying violently with his thrusts. Soon, after a few thrusts, the old beggar was getting faster and faster, almost ejaculating.

The gentle wife seemed to sense his impending ejaculation and quickly cried out, "Today is my ovulation period! You absolutely can't ejaculate inside!" But the illiterate old beggar had no idea about ovulation. Like a ferocious hunting dog, he growled, "You're my woman, you have to let me ejaculate inside you! My woman has to let me ejaculate inside her!"

Rou Xue was stunned by the old beggar's growl. Like a conquered female, she could only obediently kneel before him, awaiting his climax. The old beggar, who had never touched a woman before, only knew that a man should ejaculate inside a woman to fully possess her.

Thinking this, the old beggar, unable to control himself any longer, his expression contorted with rage, roared wildly and erupted…

his filthy semen, like a raging torrent, violently shot into the goddess's pure sanctuary. The 25-year-old wife's pure sanctuary, never before defiled by a man's semen, including her own husband's, was now being ruthlessly defiled by a 50-year-old beggar. Rou Xue felt wave after wave of scalding liquid spraying and possessing her sacred place—her uterus.

Chapter 7.

The old beggar seemed to be releasing all the pent-up lust of his past decades onto his gentle wife with his ejaculated semen. The old beggar, despised and groveling his entire life, finally felt incredibly satisfied and fulfilled at this moment, as if he were finally a human being.

After ejaculating, the old beggar was reluctant to withdraw his old penis, wanting only to savor his wife's tender vagina for a few more seconds. The kind-hearted wife, thinking of her uterus filled with the old beggar's foul-smelling semen, and knowing it was her ovulation day, couldn't help but feel nervous. She quickly pushed the old beggar away and ran to the bathroom in the bedroom.

The kind-hearted wife hurriedly took off the clothes the old beggar had torn, and kept washing her body with water, the old beggar's semen dripping continuously from her vagina.

Looking at the filthy semen on the floor, the wife was filled with regret, regretting her momentary softness and indulgent desire. This intense sense of guilt made her unable to hold back her tears.

The old beggar lay in the bathtub, looking at the luxurious bathroom, a strange tension rising in his heart. "I was beaten so badly I suffered internal injuries just for peeping at the village head's fat wife. Now, in this upscale house, I've slept with such a young and beautiful married woman. What if she…?" The old beggar dared not think any further.

Having never experienced anything like this before, and with a criminal record, and this being his first time with such a beautiful and perfect married woman, the old beggar could no longer sit still. He quickly put on his clothes, leaned on his cane, and limped to Rouxue's door.

Rouxue stood under the showerhead, constantly washing her body with water, tears gently flowing down her skin. But the kind-hearted wife felt she couldn't wash away the filth on her body, nor the guilt in her heart.

The wife, lost in repentance, suddenly heard the old beggar calling, "Sister, sister, are you alright?" Unsure how to face him, she quickly wrapped herself in a towel and leaned against the doorway. The old beggar, fearing his wife was angry about what had just happened, stood outside and quickly said, "Sister, it was all my fault, I was wrong. Please don't be angry with me."

Rouxue sobbed, "Go away," which terrified the old beggar, who thought his gentle wife was trying to drive him away. He immediately knelt down and began slapping himself repeatedly, sobbing, "Sister, sister, it's all my fault, slap, it's all my fault, slap, I know I don't deserve it, I'm just a beggar from the countryside..."

The kind-hearted wife, her heart filled with inner turmoil, her moral conscience constantly questioning her, said irritably, "Stop hitting me." The old beggar was startled and immediately stopped crying. His wife choked out, "Don't hit me, I don't blame you, it was...it was...willing." Hearing this, the old beggar felt both excited and agitated, and was about to say something when his wife suddenly interrupted him, saying hurriedly, "Don't say anything, I want to be alone, just let me be alone, okay?"

The old beggar wisely got up from the ground, limping back to the guest room with his cane. That night, the kind-hearted Rouxue thought about how she had betrayed her husband, letting an old beggar take her virginity. The pangs of conscience kept her awake all night, her pillow soaked with tears. Meanwhile, the old beggar, regretting that he had ejaculated so early as a virgin, had a bold thought flash through his mind: "If...if it were me, I would definitely have sex with him for a whole day and night before I ejaculated."

The next morning, the old beggar groggily got up and limped to the living room. On the table were breakfast and a drawing left by his wife. Knowing he was illiterate, his gentle and virtuous wife had drawn a picture of him riding a bicycle to school. Looking at the bright sunshine outside, the old beggar thought of the previous night's bliss and felt a surge of accomplishment, standing tall and proud like a rooster.

The kind wife went to school that morning, feeling guilty for not keeping her promise to the principal. Rouxue arrived at the principal's office and knocked twice. "Come in."

Rouxue was surprised to see Wang Gang and hesitated for a moment before gently saying, "It's you! Where's Principal Li?" Wang Gang replied with ill intent, "Oh, Principal Li had to go home for a while. Teacher Mu, is something wrong?" The kind wife, thinking of breaking her promise the day before, felt a pang of guilt and said shyly, "Yesterday, I'm so sorry, I promised the principal..."

A lustful Wang Gang gazed at the beauty before him. His wife was wearing a white t-shirt under a black jacket, a black pencil skirt, and black stockings. This outfit perfectly accentuated her full, firm breasts, rounded, pert buttocks, and long, slender, pink legs. Combined with her long, flowing hair, delicate features, and fair, smooth skin, she was a perfect blend of angel and sexiness.

"Principal Wang, Principal Wang," Rouxue called softly. "Ah, oh, what did you just say?" Wang Gang was only admiring his wife's full, firm breasts, which appeared even more prominent and rounded under the white t-shirt against the black jacket. "I said, I'm so sorry about yesterday, something came up at home and I couldn't keep our appointment," his wife said, her heart skipping a beat as she thought of the old beggar. "Oh, it's alright, it's alright, it's nothing," Wang Gang replied. "Is Auntie's condition any better?" his wife asked kindly. "It's fine as it is," Wang Gang replied dismissively.

"Please give my regards to your mother. If there's nothing else, I'll head out now," his wife said gently. At this moment, Wang Gang harbored resentment over his dismissal for the failed attempted rape and his wife's broken promise yesterday. He wasn't about to let the prize slip away again.

However, Principal Li had specifically warned him that Teacher Mu's father was the director of a well-known hospital and couldn't be offended. The fat-headed Wang Gang, quick-witted, devised a plan. He said lecherously, "Teacher Mu is always a man of her word. Yesterday, she must have had an emergency at home to break our promise. Today, I do need Teacher Mu's help with something. I wonder if Teacher Mu could help me?"

Rou Xue knew Wang Gang had ill intentions, but because of yesterday's events, she felt embarrassed to refuse his request again. She asked, "What kind of help do you need?"

Wang Gang said lecherously, "Teacher Mu, you don't know, but we have a few boys in our school who are repeating grades

or going through puberty. They're very curious about women's bodies, and their grades have plummeted as a result. Some of them even peep at women showering." Rou Xue exclaimed in surprise, "How can that be? They're still students!" Wang Gang replied, "Yes, they're still so young. So the school specially arranged for me, the biology teacher, to give these problem students a sex education class this Sunday afternoon when there are fewer people around, to guide them back on the right track. Isn't sex education supposed to be done early these days? Otherwise, ignorant students will only become more curious, and if they do something ignorant, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Although his kind wife usually disliked Wang Gang, she felt a little apologetic because of his previous broken promise and asked, "But I'm a language arts teacher, how can I help you?" Wang Gang flicked his sparse hair and replied, "It's simple, I'll explain it to the students. You just need to stand aside and be a female model."

His wife asked疑惑地问道, "What does this mean?" Wang Gang grinned and said, "It's like a model for a painting, very simple." His usually conservative wife wouldn't have agreed to such a request, but feeling a little apologetic and possessing a kind nature, she thought, "Isn't the job of a teacher to educate students and guide them onto the right path?" So she agreed.

Soon it was afternoon, and Wang Gang, sporting a disgusting potbelly, walked into the classroom. Several boys aged 14-16 sat below, clearly repeat students lacking parental guidance. Kind-hearted Rou Xue followed Wang Gang into the classroom.

The students were excited that the school's most beautiful teacher, Ms. Mu, would come. Especially since Rou Xue looked incredibly sexy in her black business attire and black stockings.

"Class, it's an honor to have Teacher Mu here today. I'll be giving you a sex education lesson," Wang Gang said. "Let's start by talking about the physical differences between women and men. The most obvious difference is the breasts and buttocks. Don't you think Teacher Mu's breasts and buttocks are big and full?" Wang Gang said lecherously. Several students below the stage excitedly exclaimed, "Big! Teacher Mu's are the biggest and most beautiful in the whole school!"

At this moment, Rou Xue stood by the stage, her head down and her face flushed. "Then let's have Teacher Mu explain to us about women's breasts," Wang Gang said. Rou Xue was stunned for a moment, then angrily said, "How can I take off my clothes in public?" and turned to leave. Wang Gang stepped forward and stopped the furious Rou Xue, saying, "Teacher Mu, this is education, it's about helping these ignorant students. Isn't helping students our duty as teachers? Can you bear to watch them do illegal things and ruin their lives because of their teenage curiosity?"

The kind-hearted wife looked at the ignorant boys below the stage and gradually calmed down. Rouxue said, "But how can I take off my clothes in front of several men?" Seeing this, Wang Gang quickly added, "Teacher Mu, it's the 21st century now. Look, there are many nude models now, all for art, right? This is performance art. Perhaps your thoughts…?"

Hearing Wang Gang's words, and hearing the quiet pleas from several students below, Rouxue thought, "I am a teacher, my duty is to educate students. If I can bring these misguided children back to the right path, showing them my body might be worthwhile." Finally, driven by her conscience, she took off her top. Her white printed bra and fair, jade-like skin stunned the students and Wang Gang.

Rouxue lowered her head shyly, her face as red as an apple. She gently and slowly unhooked her bra behind her back, crossing her arms and whispering, "These are a woman's fully developed breasts."

Seeing the students staring in disbelief, Wang Gang coughed twice to ease the atmosphere and said, "Teacher Mu, please continue, please continue." At this moment, the shy Rouxue had no choice but to bite the bullet and slowly lower her slender, fair arms, perfectly displaying her pair of fair and round breasts to the male students and Wang Gang.

Wang Gang thought to himself, "I've slept with countless women, but such beautiful breasts are a first for me, a first for me!" He then heard the boys below say, "Teacher Mu's breasts are like water droplets, so beautiful!" Other boys asked, "Why are Teacher Mu's breasts bigger and more beautiful than other female teachers'?" Seeing this, Wang Gang quickly explained, "Teacher Mu's breasts are the epitome of beauty among mature women."

Chapter 8:

As the sun sets, the clouds in the sky quietly donned their crimson attire in the fiery twilight. The entire campus appeared exceptionally tranquil and refreshing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

However, within this refined and cultured campus, a noble, elegant, and perfectly sexy young married woman stood naked, her snow-white and delicate upper body exposed to the lewd gazes of several wolfish men. The young married woman lowered her head, a shy blush on her fair face. Her curved eyelashes danced with her large, watery eyes, and her wavy, waist-length curls shyly concealed her slender back. In the dimly lit classroom, the shy and delicate Rouxue was like a budding flower, shy and reserved.

The entire room was filled with a faint, sweet fragrance emanating from a woman, along with the sounds of the wolves swallowing hard and breathing heavily.

Having been pampered since childhood, Rouxue had never experienced such humiliation. Even though it was to save her student, Rouxue couldn't completely let herself go, unable to overcome her strict upbringing and the moral principles she knew.

"Mu... Mu's pink and erect nipples, paired with perfectly sized pink areolas, are simply... a masterpiece of God!" Wang Gang had completely forgotten that this was a sex education class, and kept swallowing hard as he spoke.

His kind wife could no longer bear the lewd atmosphere; her moral principles were constantly attacking her conscience. Finally, before Wang Gang could finish speaking, his wife grabbed her clothes and hastily wrapped them around herself, then shyly left the classroom.

The students, who had been in paradise, were now as if their souls had been ripped out. They stared dumbfounded at Rou Xue's departing figure, mouths agape, before finally snapping out of their daze and bombarding Wang Gang and Teacher Mu with questions. Only the cunning Wang Gang smirked, secretly thinking, "Beauty, you won't escape my grasp today. Today I'll definitely possess your firm breasts and conquer you beneath me."

Back in her office, Rou Xue straightened her clothes, her blushing face even more intense. It turned out that the person Rou Xue had just been thinking she couldn't betray wasn't her husband of over a year, but the old beggar who had taken her body for the first time without any barriers!

This thought shocked Rou Xue. "Could it be... could it be because this old man was the first to enter me without a condom? Ah, what am I thinking?" The kind-hearted wife quickly shook her head, trying to avoid this immoral question.

Suddenly, Rouxue felt a strange heat rising in her body, and her head began to feel dizzy. Just as she was about to stand up, she suddenly felt a faint itching sensation in her lower body, and instinctively she squeezed her legs together.

The disgusting Wang Gang knew his wife's father was not someone to be trifled with and dared not force himself on her again, so he had already put a sexually transmitted drug in Rouxue's water cup before class. His pleading with Rouxue to help him with class was just a way for him to stall for time!

"Teacher Mu, what brings you here today?" Rouxue looked up and saw it was Teacher Ning Ning.

"Ah, Teacher Ning, I... I came to school to pick something up."

"What a coincidence, me too." Teacher Ning said, taking a cloth bag from her seat.

"Teacher Mu, I found what I needed, so I'll be going now." "Oh, Teacher Mu, why is your face so red? Are you running a fever? Your face is so hot!" Teacher Ning touched Rouxue's forehead anxiously.

"I...I'm fine," Rouxue said breathlessly.

"Everyone knows that our Teacher Mu is the most caring and dedicated teacher in the school, but you should take care of yourself too. If you're sick, you should go home and rest early! How about this, come with me. My husband drove here, we'll take you home first." "

This, this is too much trouble," Rouxue said softly, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Why are you being so polite with me? We're good sisters." With that, Ningjing was about to help Rouxue leave.

At this moment, Wang Gang was plotting in his mind, "First, I'll drug and rape this stunning beauty, then take nude photos to blackmail her, and then use my lewdness to make her fall into depravity, so that I can possess her forever." The

disgusting Wang Gang, with his big belly sticking out, confidently arrived in front of Rouxue's office, only to see Ningjing helping Rouxue leave. This unexpected turn of events disrupted Wang Gang's rape plan. Wang Gang thought to himself, "I've been thinking about this day and night, even risking a falling out with my cousin. I've finally got this opportunity, how can I let this delicate beauty slip away?"

Disgusted by this thought, Wang Gang grinned, sticking out his large belly, and blocked Rou Xue and Ning Jing at the office door. His obese figure completely blocked the doorway. Wang Gang was notorious for his lechery; all the female teachers in the school disliked him.

"Vice Principal Wang, oh, no, now Teacher Wang, what do you mean by this?" Ning Jing glared at Wang Gang

. "Teacher Ning, I don't mean anything, it's just that Teacher Mu and I have something to discuss. You can leave, Teacher Mu will stay." Clearly, Wang Gang was furious at Ning Jing's sarcasm.

"Teacher Wang, I'm not feeling well, I'd like to go back first, we can talk about it another time, okay?" Rou Xue said breathlessly.

"You heard me? Get out of the way!" Ning Jing said angrily. Ning Jing was a petite and cute beauty; although not as flawless and stunning as Rou Xue, she was still quite charming and lovely.

Wang Gang had been waiting for this day for who knows how long, and now he couldn't let the beauty he had almost obtained slip away. With a fierce expression, Wang Gang forced Rou Xue and Ning Jing into the office, ready to make his move. Suddenly, he heard, "Wife, why aren't you coming out yet?" It was Ning Jing's husband, a tall, burly man who was supposedly a fitness instructor.

Wang Gang, at a loss, softened his stance, managing a disgusting laugh, "Oh dear, Teacher Mu is sick and needs to go home and rest for a while. Let's put school matters aside for now."

Standing on the school building, watching Rou Xue's departing figure, Wang Gang felt incredibly miserable. Back in his office, Wang Gang angrily smashed everything in sight, accidentally scraping his scalp in the process.

Ning Jing helped Rou Xue to sit in the back row. Rou Xue, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, was flushed and felt unbearably hot, leaning slightly on Ning Jing's shoulder. Ning Jing's husband, gazing at the alluring Rou Xue in the rearview mirror, was so captivated that he nearly caused several car accidents, thinking, "I've seen countless beautiful women with slender figures at the gym, but none possess the noble and elegant air of this woman behind me."

Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of the residential area. Rou Xue insisted on going home alone and said goodbye to Ning Jing. It was now evening, the sun had just set, and a hazy moon halo appeared on the horizon. As the drug's effects intensified, Rou Xue, feeling unbearably hot, removed her black vest, her legs tightly pressed together, her vulva itching unbearably as if a thousand ants were crawling inside.

Back home, under the influence of the drug, Rou Xue felt weak all over, and her lower body gradually became wet. Rou Xue quickly went to the bathroom to try and alleviate the intense heat with a shower. At this moment, the sexy wife was completely immersed in her intense desire, having forgotten that someone else was home.

The old beggar had come to his wife's room after lunch, masturbating incessantly with her pajamas, bra, and underwear, which still carried her scent, until finally, exhausted, he collapsed onto our large bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, the old beggar heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Still half asleep, he had no idea it was evening. He groggily hobbled to the bathroom door, leaning on his cane. Through the frosted glass door, a shapely figure appeared before him. Only then did he realize that Rouxue had returned and was taking a bath. The

old beggar quickly went to the room and stuffed his wife's underwear into the drawers and closet. But just then, his wife entered the room wrapped in a bath towel.

"Ah, what are you doing here?" the wife exclaimed in surprise.

"I...I...I went into the wrong room," the old beggar stood there dumbfounded, still clutching his wife's bra.

The aphrodisiac was now at its peak, and even though she was only wrapped in a bath towel, she still felt hot and had an inexplicable sense of oppression. The sexy and shy wife looked at the thin old beggar who had once possessed her, and a strange shyness welled up inside her.

Afraid of upsetting his wife, the old beggar quickly put down the bra and tried to leave, leaning on his cane. But at this moment, Rouxue was incredibly alluring under the influence of the aphrodisiac, and with only a white bath towel covering her, her fair, jade-like skin and sexy collarbones were captivating. The old beggar's entire heart was on his wife, and he didn't pay attention to the ground. He had only taken two steps when he was tripped by the hair drying cap that his wife had dropped in her nervousness.

With a cry of "Ah!", the old beggar lost his balance and leaned forward, his hands instinctively grabbing his wife's legs.

"Ah, what are you doing?" The old beggar pulled the only towel on his wife's body down to her knees, leaving her standing naked before him like a lotus emerging from water.

The old beggar's chapped hands tightly embraced his wife's smooth, white thighs, his rough old face pressed against her smooth, silky abdomen, taking the opportunity to inhale deeply the faint scent of her body.

Although the old beggar's sudden fall startled his wife, the sight of his chapped, withered hands and rough face on her thighs gave her a tingling pleasure under the influence of the aphrodisiac. At this moment, she only shyly covered her chest with her hands, her legs tightly clamping her private parts, not pushing the old beggar away.

Seeing that his wife didn't push him away, only whispering "Don't do this," the old beggar couldn't bear to let go of such a delicate and smooth body. At this moment, the old beggar couldn't care less about anything else, thinking, "Even if it costs me my life, I'd accept it if I could hold this goddess in my arms."

He knelt before his wife, tightly embracing her fair and delicate body. His large, withered, dark hands caressed her long, beautiful legs, while his rough face rubbed against her perfect belly. In our room, under the dim light, a middle-aged beggar with rough, dry skin and emaciated bones knelt on the ground, tightly embracing a young, sexy, and sexually alluring beautiful wife.

Finally, under the strong effects of the aphrodisiac, the kind-hearted wife could no longer suppress her desires. The tingling, hot, and itchy sensation tormented her to the point of near collapse. The shy wife gently lowered her delicate hands and softly wrapped them around the old beggar's bald head.

The ugly old beggar trembled, as if he had received the approval of a goddess, and began to brazenly fondle his wife's beautiful, round buttocks. The old beggar seemed far from satisfied with his wife's beautiful buttocks. He stuck out his disgusting, rough tongue and licked her flawless lower abdomen, leaving it covered in his foul-smelling saliva. His

delicate wife, eyes closed, was completely immersed in the pleasure of the aphrodisiac and the old beggar's teasing. He rubbed against her abdomen relentlessly, and she collapsed onto the bed under his thrusts. He then lay down on her soft, white, and pink body.

His wife's pair of snow-white, alluring breasts, with faint blue veins occasionally visible, her pink areolas and cherry-sized nipples, combined with her perfectly teardrop-shaped breasts, terrified the old beggar.

"Is this real? Damn, how can this woman have such beautiful breasts? *Slap!*" The old beggar felt like he was dreaming and slapped himself across the face while still on top of his wife. The old beggar's dark, rough hands trembled incessantly as they slowly moved to his wife's breasts. With his eyes closed, he tightly grasped her round, full breasts with his withered hands.

"So soft, so smooth," the old beggar murmured, gripping his wife's breasts tightly, disgusting saliva slowly escaping from the corners of his mouth. At that moment, feeling the soft, smooth, and elastic sensation of his wife's breasts in his hands, he realized he wasn't dreaming.

His kind wife, under the powerful effects of the aphrodisiac, had completely succumbed, her heart already consumed by the desire aroused by the drug.

"Mmm...ah," his wife murmured softly under the old beggar's caresses.

Because of his wife's sexy, warm body and perfect breasts, the old beggar felt he was losing control. He took two deep breaths, thinking, "I can't ejaculate, I can't die from ejaculating."

The old beggar frantically pulled down his pants, grasped his already erect, dark, veiny penis, and thrust it into his wife's vagina. After all, this was only the old beggar's second time. It took him over a dozen thrusts to finally insert his rough

, bumpy penis into his wife's tight, warm vagina. His wife's vagina was incredibly tight; even with a condom and lubricant, it took him a long time to fully penetrate her warm, tight vagina. Now, with the old beggar having no barriers, his rough penis directly rubbed against the walls of her vagina, making penetration much more difficult.

But once fully inside, there was an indescribable comfort and a pleasurable sucking sensation. The vaginal walls felt like a massage, enveloping his penis in pleasure. And while penetration was difficult, so was exiting. The tight opening, combined with her two pink labia majora, was like a small mouth, sucking at the glans, making it truly difficult to get out. Of course, the old beggar knew that no man in the world would ever want to pull out of this exquisite vagina.

The old beggar, while holding his wife's breast, sucked on her other breast, his lower body thrusting in and out like a pile driver. His thin, withered buttocks rose and fell between his wife's full hips.

His gentle wife, with her eyes closed shyly, her face as red as an apple, swayed with the old beggar's thrusts. Her delicate hands held his ugly bald head, while her other hand gently covered her mouth, letting out soft, seductive moans, "Ah~ Mm~!"

Just as this ugly, lewd, and filthy old beggar was enjoying my young, full-figured, sexy, and beautiful wife, her phone rang. Startled by the ringtone, she seemed to regain her senses. It turned out she had set a different ringtone for me, and it was her husband calling.

The wife stared wide-eyed at the phone on the bed, thinking of her husband. The old beggar on top of her continued his relentless thrusting, and she swayed back and forth with his movements. The fullness of the old beggar's penis inside her, coupled with the guilt of her betrayal, constantly assaulted her mind and body.

"I...I...what am I doing? What's wrong with me? How could I do such a thing?" the wife agonized.

The old beggar looked at her phone and seemed to spot her picture. The possessiveness and jealousy of this man in his fifties finally erupted. He suddenly stopped, freeing his hand from his wife's breast to grab the phone. He did something astonishing: he answered the call. The

wife, still pinned beneath him, quickly snatched the phone away. The old beggar had never seen his wife so tense; even when she was angry, his usually reasonable wife had never acted this way.

The jealous old beggar thought, "Damn it, no matter who you're jealous of, you're under me now, my cock is still inside you, you're my woman."

"Wife, what are you doing? Have you eaten?" My voice came through the phone.

Hearing my voice, my wife finally came to her senses and couldn't help but cover her mouth and cry.

"Wife? Is Xue'er there?"

"Slap, slap!" The possessive old beggar, hearing his wife's voice, instantly lost his mind and desperately thrust his old penis into his wife's honey pot. The sounds of their bodies colliding echoed continuously in the room.

The gentle wife, afraid I would hear the lewd sounds of their lovemaking, quickly took a deep breath, forcing herself to stop crying, and choked out, "Husband, husband, where are you? When are you coming back? I... I miss you so much."

She hoped her voice could drown out the sounds of their lovemaking, but after speaking, she looked timidly at the old beggar who was on top of her, still playing with her body, as if afraid of angering him. Yet, her helpless and guilty heart couldn't help but call out to her husband.

Stimulated by this scene, the old beggar, for the second time without restraint, took his wife's place—his second time with a woman. He couldn't hold back for long and was about to ejaculate; the old beggar increased the speed of his thrusts.

The gentle wife knew the old beggar was about to ejaculate, but her husband's phone was still ringing. The delicate wife could only helplessly shake her head, weakly pushing the old beggar away with one hand, her large, tear-filled eyes looking pitifully at him, as if saying, "Please, please, don't ejaculate inside, please don't ejaculate inside."

But at this moment, the old beggar was like a mad dog, and his frail wife was no match for him. The old beggar held his wife's buttocks tightly, preventing her from moving.

"Xue'er, you need to take care of yourself while you're home alone. Get some rest, don't always work so hard preparing lessons."

"Mmm~ Oh no~ I know, husband," his wife said breathlessly.

"Wife, what's wrong? What did you just say?"

Just as I was still worried about my wife's health, the old beggar, panting heavily, lay on his wife's jade-like body, thrusting repeatedly, thick, foul-smelling semen continuously injecting into his wife's sacred womb.

"Waaah~ No~ It's nothing, honey, I miss you," the wife said, her voice choked with tears.

Although I sensed something was off about her, work came up again, so I had no choice but to reply, "Honey, I miss you too. Wait two more months, the project will be finished in two months, and I'll be back. I have to go now, the project has run into problems. Beep beep..." 01-31 Chapter 9

For the next two months, the kind-hearted wife avoided the old beggar, devoting herself entirely to her work, leaving early and returning late every day. She knew she still deeply loved her husband, and being well-educated and morally upright, she maintained a distance from the old beggar.

Actually, she had considered asking him to leave, but her kind heart couldn't bear to see his thin, pitiful appearance and his limp, mangled leg caused by her. The timid and cowardly old beggar, seeing his wife's deliberate avoidance and the absence of her angelic smile, naturally dared not cause trouble.

Because of the previous incident, Rouxue was wary of Wang Gang, who was disgusting at school, and always avoided him. Wang Gang, disgusted, didn't dare to force himself on her again, as his wife's father was quite powerful and influential. He could only secretly admire his wife's tall, sexy figure and angelic face.

That noon, after enjoying lunch prepared by Sister Zhang, the old beggar lay on the sofa, savoring his wife's young, supple, and sexually alluring body. He had used almost all of her underwear to masturbate. However, he dared not ejaculate on it, instead using it to cover his ugly, smelly old penis.

After eating and masturbating, the old beggar felt increasingly bored. He hadn't left the house for two months, and he was getting tired of his luxurious, elegant bedroom. The old beggar timidly left

the house. Although he changed into some clothes he didn't want, the inherently timid and cowardly old beggar still didn't dare to go through the main gate of the community, and secretly crawled out through the dog hole in the community.

Under the bright sunshine, the old beggar unknowingly walked back to his old haunt—the bridge pier. Leaning against the wall, he stood alone, reminiscing about his first encounter with Rouxue. When he was being bullied, an incredibly sexy angel with a face that could topple kingdoms stood up to protect him…

“Hey, who’s standing there?”

The old beggar turned around and saw it was Blind Wang. This man was a few years older than the old beggar, a homeless man who made a living by fortune-telling. He had lost an eye in the past because he was chased and beaten while peeping into the women’s restroom. Blind Wang had come to the city earlier than the old beggar and often spied on women from the countryside in the construction site restrooms. He used to boast to the old beggar about his voyeuristic experiences.

“Blind Wang, it’s me, Er Gouzi.”

“Wow! Er Gouzi’s doing quite well these days. You have a rosy glow in your eyes, are you having some luck with women?” Blind Wang sized up the old beggar and said in a cryptic tone.

The old beggar was overjoyed to hear what Blind Wang said. He thought, "Before, I could only envy him. Now that I've slept with such a beautiful woman, it's time for you to envy me, old man."

"Ahem, let me tell you, I found a beautiful city woman. She eats and lives in the highest quality. Hehe, I've slept with her soft, fragrant body," the old beggar said smugly. "Really?

Come on, Er Gouzi, tell me!" Blind Wang said enviously.

After hearing the old beggar's story of having a beautiful wife, Blind Wang was both envious and resentful! Thinking about how he'd struggled his whole life in the city without ever sleeping with a woman, while Er Gouzi had only been there for less than ten years and already had such incredible luck, he said, "You old rascal, you must have accumulated a lot of good fortune from your ancestors!"

Seeing the old beggar's smug smile, Blind Wang said jealously, "So what if a woman is beautiful? She's not your woman forever. When her husband comes back, you'll be kicked out, and you'll still be a poor, despised old beggar." Hearing this, the old beggar was jolted awake, his head bowed and face pale.

"However," Blind Wang said, keeping him in suspense.

"However what?" the old beggar asked quickly.

"I just looked at your face and did a divination for you. If you want to know, promise to exchange me your beautiful woman's underwear."

The old beggar, only concerned with possessing a noble and elegant wife, didn't care about anything else and readily agreed, "Okay, okay."

"According to my divination, you old man, whose ancestors accumulated good karma, you'll have a young and beautiful woman serving you in your later years. And..." Blind Wang said unhurriedly.

"And what else?"

"And this stunning beauty will bear your children and serve you for life!"

The old beggar was overjoyed to hear this from Blind Wang, repeatedly saying, "Beautiful! Beautiful!"

Blind Wang secretly chuckled to himself. In reality, Blind Wang was only lying to the old beggar in order to get the beauty's underwear. "I'm revealing a secret, which will shorten my lifespan. You mustn't forget the underwear you promised me!" Blind Wang said aggrievedly.

The old beggar said as he walked away, "Okay, okay, I won't forget."

Rou Xue's worst fears came true; she hadn't had her period for two months. After work, Rou Xue rushed to a private hospital. The obstetrician there was her childhood friend, Meng Xiaomei.

"Rou Xue, congratulations on your pregnancy! You're going to be a mother!" Meng Xiaomei said with a smile.

Upon hearing this news, Rou Xue was stunned and expressionless. "Oh my god, why are you playing this trick on me? I... I'm pregnant with another man's child, this can't be real, it must be a dream." Tears welled up in Rouxue's eyes as she thought this.

"No, no, you must be mistaken," Rouxue said anxiously, tears still in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm a qualified obstetrician, I'm not doing this for nothing. You're two months pregnant, I can't be wrong. What's wrong, Rouxue? Why are you crying?"

Rouxue, unable to accept the reality, ran crying out of the medical room. Meng Xiaomei, however, was overjoyed, not knowing what was wrong with Rouxue.

It turned out that Meng Xiaomei and Lin Fan were both Rouxue's father's apprentices, and the three had grown up together as childhood sweethearts. Meng Xiaomei had always liked Lin Fan, but Lin Fan's heart had always belonged to Rouxue. Despite Meng Xiaomei's repeated confessions, Lin Fan had politely rejected her. But after learning that Rouxue had refused Lin Fan's marriage proposal, Meng Xiaomei waited for him.

However, Lin Fan couldn't forget his feelings for Rouxue. Now that Rouxue was pregnant and going to be a mother, Lin Fan should finally give up. Meng Xiaomei couldn't help but chuckle

to herself at this thought. Meanwhile, Rouxue stood on the overpass, staring blankly at the traffic flowing below. Thinking of her betrayal of her husband and her immoral act, tears streamed down her pale face.

It turned out that after the old beggar ejaculated inside her twice, Rouxue felt guilty and was too embarrassed to buy emergency contraception from a pharmacy. She ordered it online, but the shipping time delayed its effectiveness. Just then, Rouxue's phone rang. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

"Honey, are you off work?" Hearing my voice, my wife felt even more guilty. She covered her mouth, choking back tears, unable to speak for a long time.

"Honey, honey, what's wrong?"

"Honey, I... I'm fine. How have you been lately?" My wife's answer sounded very weak.

"I'm fine, honey. Are you sick? Why does your voice sound so weak?" I asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, I just have a bit of a cold," my wife replied between tears.

"Honey, you need to take care of yourself. Don't tough it out on your cold, remember to take your medicine. The first phase of the project will be completed in two weeks, and I can come back then," I said happily.

"Okay, honey, don't worry about me. I'll take good care of myself. You take good care of yourself too," my wife said softly.

"Okay, that's all for now, I'm hanging up." Although I still had a lot to say to my wife, she seemed listless, and I thought it might be because of her cold.

"Honey, bye."

After finishing the call, Rouxue gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks and returned to the hospital.

"Rouxue, what happened to you just now?" Meng Xiaomei asked worriedly.

"Nothing, Xiaomei, I... I want to abort this child," Rouxue said softly, her head lowered.

Meng Xiaomei looked at Rouxue in surprise, thinking, "Mu Rouxue, who usually wouldn't even step on an ant, would make such a decision!"

"Why do you want to abort?" Meng Xiaomei asked in astonishment.

Rouxue had already prepared a reason beforehand and said, "Well, because I took emergency contraception, it might affect the fetus, so I think it's better not to.

" Meng Xiaomei smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, my princess! You took the best imported emergency contraception, it has almost no effect on your body or the fetus, trust me, I'm a doctor."

"No, this child, I..."

"Alright, listen to me, okay? Don't worry about the pill. After all, it's a life. Abortion is considered killing in other countries, it might affect your future fertility." Meng Xiaomei hoped Rouxue would give birth to the child, so that Lin Fan could finally give up.

Kind-hearted Rouxue felt a slight wavering and apprehension upon hearing her friend Xiaomei's words. Xiaomei then escorted Rouxue out of the hospital, with Rouxue specifically instructing her not to tell her parents or friends until she had made up her mind. On a bustling

street at sunset, a beautiful woman with a perfect figure and elegant demeanor attracted the attention of every man passing by. Her long hair was styled in a bun, and she wore a short beige vest over a white t-shirt with a fashionable pattern, adding to her mature and stylish charm.

However, even the most vibrant street couldn't attract her attention. She touched her perfect belly with one hand and slowly walked towards home.

Rouxue returned home in the evening and found the old beggar fast asleep on the living room sofa. Looking at the short, thin, rough-skinned man in his fifties, Rouxue thought, "Is this man old enough to be my father the father of the child in my womb? God, why are you doing this to me?" When the old beggar saw Rouxue return, he quickly sat up, wiping the drool that had dripped from his mouth in his sleep, and then using the drool to wipe the few remaining hairs on his bald head.

"Sister, you're back," the old beggar said, half-asleep.

"Mmm," Rouxue responded softly.

"Have you eaten?" To avoid embarrassment, Rouxue quickly changed the subject.

"I haven't eaten yet, sister, have you eaten?"

"Me neither, let's eat together," Rouxue said softly.

The old beggar stared in surprise at his wife's back, pinching himself hard, thinking, "Am I dreaming?" This was the first time in two months that Rouxue had proactively invited the old beggar to dinner.

While eating, the old beggar wolfed down his food, his eyes fixed on his wife's round, full breasts, as if the delicious meal on his plate was his wife's snow-white, soft breasts, which he swallowed with gusto. Meanwhile, the beautiful wife thought to herself, "My husband will be back in two weeks, and I'm pregnant with another man's child," and she could no longer eat.

The old beggar swallowed hard, lewdly saying, "Today, someone told my fortune, saying... that I'll have a woman take care of me in my later years, and that she'll... she'll have my child." With

a "clatter," Rouxue's hand trembled, and the spoon in her hand fell to the ground.

Chapter 10

"Oh my god, does he already know I'm pregnant? But only Xiaomei knows about this, and besides, he doesn't even know Xiaomei." Rouxue thought as she picked up the spoon.

"Little sister? Little sister, are you alright?"

"Yes, I... I'm fine," Rouxue replied softly, head down.

Rouxue stared blankly at her bowl, shook her head, and whispered, "No, I only found out today, he couldn't possibly know."

"Young lady, what did you say?"

"Nothing... nothing, let's eat."

The timid and cowardly old beggar, looking at the noble and elegant beauty before him, dared not say anything more. His small, sunken eyes leered at Rou Xue's perfect breasts as he greedily chewed on the food on the table. He thought to himself, "If only this beauty were the woman that Blind Wang said was willing to bear my child, I would be willing to shorten my lifespan by twenty years."

Just then, Rou Xue's phone rang. She took out her phone, and the number displayed was Lin Fan calling.

"Hello, Rou Xue, it's me, Lin Fan."

"Hmm, is there something you need so late?"

"Yes, tomorrow is my birthday. I'm having a birthday party at home tomorrow night, and I really hope to receive your blessing, Rou Xue," Lin Fan said affectionately.

Disturbed and annoyed, Rouxue had no interest in attending the party. "Lin Fan, thank you for the invitation, but I..."

"Rouxue, you absolutely must come. Without you, this party will be dull and lifeless. I really hope you can come," Lin Fan said preemptively.

"Lin Fan, I..." Rouxue said helplessly.

"Then it's settled. The party will start after you arrive," Lin Fan said and hung up the phone.

"Hello, hello, Lin Fan..." Rouxue said helplessly.

Hearing his wife talking on the phone with another man, the timid and insecure old beggar was filled with jealousy and fear—fear that his wife would abandon him, fear that she would be with another man.

After dinner, Rouxue stood under the shower with her eyes closed, the gentle water flowing over her smooth, delicate skin. Rouxue's slender hands lightly touched her smooth, flat abdomen. At that moment, Rouxue seemed to feel the baby's heartbeat in her womb, and the corners of her mouth slightly turned up. But Rouxue quickly suppressed her smile; her wife knew this child couldn't be kept.

After a night of inner struggle, Rouxue decided to abort the child. The next morning, Rouxue took leave and arrived at the hospital early.

"Xiaomei!"

"Rouxue, why are you here so early?" Meng Xiaomei was very surprised.

Rouxue quietly pulled Meng Xiaomei into the office and whispered, "I've decided to abort this child. Please help me."

But Meng Xiaomei had just suggested to Lin Fan last night that he invite Rouxue to a birthday party, which would force Rouxue to tell Lin Fan she was pregnant, thus making him give up completely. So how could Meng Xiaomei let Rouxue successfully abort the child?

"Rouxue, what's wrong with you? How can you be so cruel? Aren't you afraid the child will retaliate?" To save Rouxue's child, Meng Xiaomei, even as a doctor, started saying superstitious things to scare her.

But Rouxue remained determined to abort the child. "I really can't keep this child."

"Could it be that this child isn't…?"

"Xiaomei, don't talk nonsense. This child is my husband's." Rouxue, afraid of Meng Xiaomei's wild guesses, said anxiously,

"Then how about this? Have Shen Yunxiang call me. If he agrees, I'll help you abort."

Shen Yunxiang was also Rouxue's husband. Rouxue was speechless. She knew very well that the child in her womb wasn't her husband's; how could she let him know?

Seeing Rouxue's helpless expression, Meng Xiaomei said, "Rouxue, you haven't told Yunxiang about this yet, have you? Yunxiang has the right to know about something this big. Even if you don't have the abortion here, other hospitals still require a family member's signature.

" "I...I..." Rouxue didn't know what to say, swallowing her anger for a long time without being able to articulate it.

"Alright, how could I not help my sister in need? How about you go back and call Yunxiang to discuss it? If you insist on having the abortion tomorrow, I will definitely help you," Meng Xiaomei said with a smile.

The kind-hearted wife, seeing Meng Xiaomei's words, didn't want to force her further and had no choice but to go home first. Before leaving, Meng Xiaomei specifically reminded Rouxue not to forget Lin Fan's party that evening.

Rouxue ate lunch outside before returning home. When Rouxue got home, she didn't see the old beggar. Rouxue went to the guest room door. Exclaiming in surprise, "My God, how can it be such a mess?", it turned out that although the old beggar lived in such a high-class residence, he still couldn't shake his decade-old habit of being a slovenly beggar. The entire guest room was littered with clothes and trash, leaving no room to even stand.

At this moment, the housekeeper, Sister Zhang, came over and said, "Miss Mu, this really isn't my fault. Your friend is just too dirty. I really can't clean this..."

"It's alright, I know. You can go ahead and do your work," Rouxue said kindly, without blaming Sister Zhang

. The angelic wife, wearing gloves and an apron, began to clean the old beggar's room. Just cleaning the old beggar's underwear, smelly socks, and the sheets stained with yellow semen on the bed took her a long time.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening. The wife cleaned the old beggar's room spotless, as if she were cleaning her own husband's room. Rouxue sighed, wiping the sweat from her brow. Looking at the tidied room, a sweet smile appeared on her face. She thought to herself, "This man is so slovenly, but I can't entirely blame him. It's pitiful that he's had no one to take care of him since he was little."

Rouxue didn't know why she was suddenly concerned about the old beggar's daily life. Thinking this, she quickly left the old beggar's room, which reeked of a foul odor. Rouxue

took a shower and changed into a pure white, low-cut, backless long evening gown in front of the wardrobe. Her beautiful collarbones revealed a hint of cleavage, and her smooth, white back shimmered under the gown. The long skirt trailed on the ground, shimmering, and the extremely smooth silk fabric clung to her curves.

In the early evening, as the moon rose, a stunningly beautiful woman, elegant and noble, walked along the street in the residential area. With her large, crystal-clear eyes, delicate, upturned nose, and cherry-pink lips, her flawless white skin complemented her perfect figure and tall stature. The beauty before them seemed like a dream, even the women on the street couldn't help but turn around and gaze, their eyes filled with admiration for the goddess's appearance and figure.

In the evening light, the noble goddess radiated a gentle, pure white light, seemingly illuminating the darkness of the world and the shadows in people's hearts.

"Xiaomei," Rouxue called softly when she saw Meng Xiaomei at the entrance of the residential area.

Meng Xiaomei turned around and was stunned to see Rouxue, who was like a goddess! She thought to herself, "I really didn't expect that even after getting married, she still gives off such a holy and noble feeling."

Rouxue walked to Meng Xiaomei's side, and Meng Xiaomei quickly composed herself. Although Meng Xiaomei inwardly admired and envied Rouxue's beauty, they were, after all, women, and Rouxue was her rival in love. Meng Xiaomei said jealously, "Wow, our Rouxue looks so beautiful with makeup on!"

Rouxue replied shyly and modestly, "Don't tease me! Our Xiaomei is the most beautiful."

"Rouxue, how did you do your makeup? You have to teach me, or I'll break off our friendship!"

"Xiaomei, actually I... I didn't wear makeup. After all, I'm pregnant, and my lips are a bit dry, so I put on some lip balm." Rouxue whispered the word "pregnant."

"Oh my god... that hateful Lin Fan made me go with Rouxue, isn't he just making me a foil? How awful!"

"What are you thinking about, Xiaomei?

" "Ah, nothing... let's go."

"Lin Fan lives here?" Rouxue asked in surprise.

"Yes, ever since he found out you lived in this neighborhood after your marriage, he moved here so he could see you every day," Xiaomei said jealously.

"Xiaomei, you know, I've always considered Lin Fan my brother."

"Okay, I know."

The two quickly arrived at Lin Fan's villa, a two-story European-style villa with a 200-square-meter indoor garden in front.

Sure enough, Rouxue became the center of attention as soon as she entered. Under the dazzling lights, the graceful and noble Rouxue shone even brighter. These wealthy and powerful men seemed to have their souls sucked away, staring intently at the perfect goddess, while Meng Xiaomei seemed to be ignored.

An old beggar appeared out of nowhere, and with great effort, climbed a tree outside the villa, peering through the window at Rouxue inside. Music began to play, and every man present wanted to invite Rouxue to dance. A perfect figure, an angelic face, smooth, white skin, a noble and elegant demeanor, a long, flowing white dress paired with her graceful dance moves—she was a goddess who drove the men wild, yet dared not defile them.

At this moment, the old beggar, perched on the tree, felt that intense possessiveness typical of older men resurface. He cursed inwardly, "Slut, dressed so beautifully and out here hugging other men, damn it!" "Damn it, you rich guys can only look at my woman. My woman has served me twice, humph!" Thinking this, a lewd smile crept across the old beggar's face.

But just then, the neighborhood security guard spotted the old beggar. Already frail, the old beggar panicked and fell from the tree trunk, more than two meters high, suffering a severe fall.

The community security guard rushed forward and apprehended the old beggar. Just then, Zhang Ye, who was inside the villa, came out and, seeing the scene, asked, "What's going on?"

The security guard explained, "Mr. Zhang, we found this person perched in a tree with malicious intent; he's very likely a thief."

The old beggar quickly explained, "I'm not a thief, I... I'm here to find my woman."

The wealthy and powerful Zhang Ye sneered, "A beggar like you, with a woman? Haha, are you dreaming?"

"My... my woman is inside!" The old beggar had broken his head, and his face was covered in blood.

But a rich man like Zhang Ye didn't care about the old beggar's safety. He mocked, "Is the cleaning lady inside your woman? Okay, I'll do you a good deed. Tell me your woman's name and I'll call her out for you."

The old beggar weakly said, "Mu...Mu Rouxue is my...my woman."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye was shocked. "How could such a noble beauty as Miss Mu be like this? This beggar must be spreading rumors. Why don't I teach this man a lesson for Miss Mu and make her owe me a favor?"

Zhang Ye angrily said, "You beggar, since you dare to spread rumors, a toad trying to eat swan meat, watch me teach you a lesson!"

With that, Zhang Ye called his driver and bodyguards, who began punching and kicking the old beggar. The old beggar, already injured from falling from the tree, couldn't withstand such a beating. He curled up on the ground, covering his head with his hands, repeatedly begging for mercy and crying for help.

Rouxue, who was in the villa, heard the old beggar's cries for help and quickly came out. She saw two burly men brutally beating the old beggar, who was curled up on the ground, blood streaming from his head and mouth. Rouxue rushed over and shielded the old beggar, shouting, "Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!"

The two burly men stopped. Rouxue quickly knelt down and held the old beggar tightly in her arms. Seeing the old beggar bleeding profusely, his kind wife was terrified and shouted, "Quick, call 120!" The community security guard saw this and quickly called 120. At this

moment, Zhang Ye, who seemed indifferent, walked to Rouxue's side and whispered, "Miss Mu, please don't worry, leave this to me. Even if this beggar is beaten to death, I can handle it. Don't worry."

Rouxue looked at Zhang Ye with hatred and said fiercely, "I never want to see someone like you again." Zhang Ye was dumbfounded; he never expected that his goddess would be angry over this lowly beggar.

Soon after, the ambulance arrived, and the paramedics quickly lifted the old beggar into the ambulance. Rouxue, holding the old beggar's hand, also got into the ambulance.

Rouxue quickly asked the doctor, "How is he?"

"His condition is very bad. The patient has multiple internal bleeding and has lost too much blood; he needs a blood transfusion immediately."

Rouxue held the old beggar's hand, tears streaming down her face, and choked out, "You can't die, you—you're going to be a father!"

Hearing this, the old beggar seemed to regain some consciousness. Although he couldn't speak due to the oxygen mask, he stared intently at Rouxue, as if asking if it was true.

At that moment, the kind-hearted wife didn't care about anything else; she only wanted to give the old beggar a will to live. She quickly said, "Yes, I—I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father, so you must hold on for the sake of the child."

…

Two days later, in the quiet ward, the old beggar slightly opened his eyes. "You're awake! You're finally awake!" the old beggar exclaimed in surprise upon hearing his wife's call.

"I...what happened to me?" the old beggar said weakly.

"Don't move. You've been unconscious for two days and two nights. You worried me to death," Rouxue said, tears of joy streaming

down her face. Seeing his gentle and beautiful wife beside him, the old beggar felt much more at ease. "You must be starving after being unconscious for two days and two nights. I've made you some porridge, eat quickly," the gentle wife said, carefully feeding the old beggar the porridge.

"Sister, you...you're really pregnant?" The old beggar kept thinking about what Rouxue had said before he fainted.

The kind wife looked at the weak old beggar in front of her and couldn't bear to upset him any further. She lowered her head shyly and nodded slightly twice.

The old beggar was extremely excited and tried to sit up, but before he could, he felt dizzy and fell back down. This frightened Rouxue, who quickly helped the old beggar up and said gently, "Are you alright? You just woke up and your body is still very weak. You need to rest more."

The old beggar was far from calm. He, who had endured a lifetime of hardship and scorn, could now, in his fifties, have a young and beautiful woman pregnant with his child.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he grasped his wife's hand, tears welling in his eyes, and said, "I...I never dared to dream of such a thing! I, a poor beggar, can have a son...I..."

"Alright, you've just woken up, you need to rest. Don't talk,"

the old beggar said weakly, holding his wife's wrist tightly. "Sister, can I...can I hear your belly?"

In the old beggar's mind, this woman carrying his child belonged entirely to him, so he boldly made his request.

The kind-hearted wife, looking at the pale, pitiful old beggar, couldn't bear to refuse and gently nodded, saying softly, "Then you must listen and rest well, okay?"

The old beggar stared, nodding frantically. A white and blue V-neck high-waisted fitted shirt dress, with a silver necklace adorning her chest, complemented her fair and smooth skin, making her appear even more elegant and professional.

The old beggar, trembling, carefully rested his head on his wife's soft thighs through her dress, his withered hands tightly encircling her slender waist, his ear pressed against her lower abdomen. The shy wife turned her head to one side, gently supporting the old beggar's head with her hand.

At that moment, the old beggar felt incredibly warm; in the quiet hospital room, a young, gentle, and beautiful woman was embracing him as if he were her husband.

"Cough...cough, Rouxue, is your friend alright?" Lin Fan entered.

"Yes, he's awake," Rouxue quickly stood up and straightened her clothes.

"I don't want to see him, I don't want to see him!" the old beggar cried out.

Rouxue had no choice but to ask Lin Fan to leave. "Please apologize to your friend for me. I'm so sorry about the birthday party; your friend was injured," Lin Fan said.

"It's not your fault, that Zhang guy is just too domineering," Rouxue said indignantly.

Two weeks later...

"Zhao Ergou, you can be discharged now. Take good care of yourself at home, be careful of infection, and change your dressings frequently." With these instructions from the doctor, the old beggar was discharged.

After a long day, he finally returned home. The old beggar was incredibly grateful to his wife for cleaning his room so thoroughly.

That evening, his gentle wife brought him water and his medicine. He had never been served tea and water like this before, especially not by such a young and beautiful woman. Under the soft light of the room, looking at the young beauty beside his bed, the old beggar felt a deep sense of melancholy.

"Rest well, goodnight," his wife said with an elegant smile, her large eyes curving into crescent moons.

The old beggar couldn't bear to part with his wife. Ever since he learned she was pregnant with his child, he had grown bolder. He grabbed his wife's hand and whispered, "Don't go, don't leave me."

Perhaps the wife felt indebted to the old beggar because she was responsible for his previous injuries, and this time, he had almost lost his life. Perhaps it was also because she was pregnant with his child. The wife didn't refuse the old beggar, and so, the old beggar, under the pretext of needing to listen to the fetal heartbeat, rested his head on his wife's long, beautiful legs and lay tightly in her arms.

The old beggar was deeply intoxicated by the faint, elegant fragrance emanating from his wife. Seeing how well she had been taking care of him lately, he thought, "She's carrying my child, so she's my woman now. I... I want to touch your breasts."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slipped his hand inside her clothes. His trembling hand ripped off her bra and tightly grasped her firm, soft breasts. His wife trembled, her hands tightly gripping her clothes to stop his groping, softly whimpering, "No, don't do this."

Seeing that she didn't blame him, the old beggar held her tightly, sucking deeply on her breasts through her clothes, his tongue teasing her sensitive nipples.

His wife's attitude towards the old beggar seemed to have changed drastically since her pregnancy, and she was filled with guilt and inner conflict. Although she was married, the old beggar was still the father of her unborn child, which made her more tolerant of him.

Just then, the old beggar's lust flared, and he eagerly tried to penetrate his wife's warm, tight vagina. His wife quickly stopped him, whispering in his ear, "You can't do it during the first three months of pregnancy; the baby will be in danger."

The old beggar knew that the child in his wife's womb was the most important bargaining chip for her to change her attitude towards him, so he dared not act recklessly. However, the lustful old beggar was unwilling to give up so easily.

"Sister, sister, help me hold my cock," the old beggar shamelessly whispered.

The kind wife hesitated for a moment, then closed her legs and obeyed the old beggar's words, tightly clamping his rough, veiny cock between her thighs. And so, the old beggar sucked on his wife's firm, full breasts, his rough penis thrusting and rubbing between her smooth legs.

The room was filled with the old beggar's lewd breathing and his wife's shy, soft moans. Although he didn't penetrate her, the old beggar was still overjoyed by this gentle embrace. After several rounds of intercourse, he ejaculated, his semen covering his wife's vulva and fair thighs.

The old beggar then fell asleep embracing his young and beautiful wife.

The next morning, "Beep, beep..." a cell phone rang, waking Rouxue. She picked up the phone and saw it was her husband calling. Rouxue wanted to go to the living room to answer, but the old beggar's withered, rough hands were tightly gripping her firm, snow-white breasts, and she couldn't remove them. She had no choice but to answer the phone.

"Wife, I have good news. My project is finished, and I can come back the day after tomorrow if all goes well."

"Really? That's wonderful, husband!" Rouxue's heart was filled with conflicting emotions.

Poor me, I had no idea that my beloved wife, whom I longed for day and night, was currently lying in the arms of a man in his fifties. My favorite breasts were tightly gripped by this old man's rough, dirty hands. His kisses, teeth marks, and foul saliva covered my snow-white breasts. His ugly, disgusting old penis was also sandwiched between my smooth, white thighs. What utterly devastated me was that my wife's sacred womb was carrying this old man's bastard child.

Chapter 11:

Finally, thanks to everyone's joint efforts, the project I was in charge of was completed two days ahead of schedule. The next morning, I packed my bags, ready to catch the early flight home. Several flight attendants on the plane were quite attractive, which made an older man next to me, about fifty years old and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, constantly swallow his saliva, his lewd eyes constantly peeking at the beautiful flight attendants' ample buttocks.

I thought to myself, "Luckily, my wife isn't a flight attendant, otherwise it would be so dangerous to be spied on by these different men every day. Besides, my wife is much prettier and more elegant than these flight attendants." Thinking this, I secretly rejoiced. My wife's perfect, sexy figure and alluring curves kept flashing through my mind. The thought of holding her sexy, fair body in my arms filled me with immense excitement, and my crotch swelled.

"Sir, sir, the plane has arrived,"

a voice called out, waking me from my dream. "Ah, we've arrived."

"Yes, sir, the plane has arrived. Please take your belongings and prepare to disembark," a flight attendant said sweetly.

I took a deep breath, still thinking about the dream I'd just had. I dreamt that my wife came to pick me up at the airport. I rushed to her side, overjoyed, and hugged my beloved wife tightly. But then I looked down and saw that her belly was protruding, like...like she was pregnant!

Was this a sign from heaven? A sign that my wife would agree to have a child this time? Actually, I've always wanted a child because my wife is so beautiful. Even after marriage, with several rivals for her affections, I still remain devoted and harbor fantasies. But my wife always felt we were still young and didn't want to have children so early.

After getting off the plane, I dragged my luggage out of the airport alone. I hadn't told my wife I'd be back early since the project was finished ahead of schedule; I wanted to surprise her.

Ah, I took a deep breath—the air of my hometown smelled so good! In this sunny weather, the thought of seeing my gentle, loving wife soon filled me with immense joy.

Soon, I took a taxi to the entrance of my residential complex. As I unloaded my luggage and prepared to enter, I suddenly heard two security guards arguing with a ragged, thin old man.

Curious, I dragged my luggage over and saw that it was an elderly homeless man, and he was blind in one eye. Seeing how pitiful the one-eyed homeless man was, I said to the guards, "What's wrong? Why are you making things difficult for a disabled person?"

The young guard stared innocently, looking aggrieved, and said, "Mr. Shen, you don't know, this man is a thief. Look, there are several pieces of women's underwear in his backpack."

After listening to the security guard's words, I looked at the old homeless man's backpack. Sure enough, there were several pieces of women's underwear inside, and they were clearly high-end items. The old homeless man stammered, "I...I'm not a thief, someone gave them to me."

The security guard shouted, "You thief, still lying! This is the most upscale neighborhood in the city, full of wealthy and influential people. Why would they give you anything? You're a thief!"

"I...I'm not, I'm not a thief!" The old blind man seemed quite frightened by the security guard, his body trembling.

"Alright, stop arguing," I pulled one of the security guards aside and whispered to him, "Forget it, why make things difficult for a disabled person? Besides, you caught him outside the neighborhood, and there's no evidence to prove he's a thief. I think maybe someone threw away unwanted clothes in the trash and he found them. Let's leave it at that."

Although the two security guards were unwilling, they found my explanation somewhat reasonable and had no choice but to let the old blind man go. "Hmph, you better watch your step. If we catch you as a thief, we'll be very rough with you," the security guard warned the old blind man

menacingly as he walked away. Seeing that I had persuaded the guard to let him go, the old blind man was incredibly grateful, repeatedly saying "thank you." Suddenly, a white lace bra fell to the ground from the old blind man's bag. I remembered my wife had an identical one; it made her already full and firm breasts look even more perfect, so it left a particularly deep impression.

The old blind man quickly picked it up, clutching it tightly in his hand like a priceless treasure. The white lace bra looked exceptionally bright and dazzling in his dirty, rough hands.

"Old man, where did you get these clothes?"

"Young man, you might not believe me, but a beggar friend of mine is incredibly lucky. He's managed to snag a beautiful and elegant woman, and these are the gifts he promised to give me. I didn't steal them."

Although I didn't quite believe what the old blind man said, a sudden unease flashed through my mind. "Old man, have you ever seen your friend's woman? What does she look like?" I don't know why I asked, but I was still curious.

"Ah, I haven't seen her, but my friend said she's incredibly beautiful, with a stunning figure and face," the old blind man said smugly.

"It's just underwear, matching clothes are normal. Someone probably threw it away and that old blind man picked it up," I kept reassuring myself not to overthink it. After saying goodbye to the old blind man, I hurried home. Seeing me leave and noticing the two security guards still watching him in the distance, the old blind man quickly slung his backpack over his shoulder and left.

Finally home, knowing my wife is a clean person, I quickly put my luggage in the storage room and threw my smelly shoes, which I'd worn for months, onto the balcony.

After unpacking, I lay down comfortably on the sofa, gazing at my wife's beautiful photo on the wall, clutching the gift I had carefully chosen for her. I thought, "Home is best. Finally, I can enjoy my wife's tenderness again." I dreamt of my sexy, alluring wife, and, exhausted, drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly I heard the door open. It must be my wife returning. I quickly got up from the sofa to greet her.

But just then, I heard her say, somewhat helplessly, "You've almost recovered. My husband will be back soon. You—you really can't stay any longer."

It turned out my wife didn't know I was back. No wonder she didn't know; I returned in the afternoon, so I hadn't turned on the lights. My luggage was in the storage room, and my shoes were on the balcony. And coincidentally, I had been sleeping on the sofa in the side living room.

"Sister, where do you want me to go? I have no home, even my little nest under the bridge has been taken over by someone else!"

Hearing this voice, hoarse and husky with a rural accent, I guessed it was an old man in his fifties from the countryside. I couldn't help but wonder, "How could my wife, who's been pampered since childhood, know this kind of country bumpkin?" Suddenly, I remembered what the old blind man outside the neighborhood had said, and my heart skipped a beat.

"But my husband is coming back soon, how am I going to explain this to him?" Judging from my wife's tone, she seemed to have softened towards this old man.

"Sister, don't forget, I'm the father of the child in your belly. Can you bear to let this child be fatherless?"

"Alright, stop talking, I can't keep this child," my wife said, trembling.

Oh my god, what did I just hear? My beautiful wife, whom I've longed for day and night, whom I consider noble, elegant, and like a saint, is pregnant? But the child isn't mine, it's another man's.

I... I couldn't believe my ears. It was like a bolt from the blue, or like being doused with a bucket of cold water. My whole body went numb, and I felt like I couldn't breathe and was about to suffocate.

I pounded my chest, gasping for air with all my might, and finally calmed down. Just then, I heard my wife's voice.

"Sister, this child is my own flesh and blood! I... I won't allow you to do anything reckless!"

"Ah, what are you doing? No, don't do this!"

I quickly stood up from the sofa. The scene before me was unimaginable, and even more shocking. A bald, middle-aged man in his fifties, about the same height as my wife, with dark skin, a wrinkled face, and skin as thin as a rake, was tightly embracing my wife's slender waist with his thin, claw-like arms.

A dark, rough hand had already slipped inside the sleeve of my wife's white, tight-fitting, sleeveless dress, tightly grasping one of her breasts. His rough tongue licked incessantly across his wife's delicate neck, his foul-smelling saliva staining her fair skin and sensual bones. His

ugly, dark, stinking penis was thrusting wildly against her full, firm buttocks through her clothes. Just then, his wife, arms crossed and body slightly turned as if trying to break free from the old man's lewd advances, noticed me, her large eyes filled with panic.

If this woman hadn't been my wife, I think I would have bled. A beautiful, young woman of twenty-five, in the prime of her life, was being lewdly violated by a fifty-something-year-old man with rough skin, wrinkles, and a withered, bald body. And this woman—she was the woman I considered the most perfect in the world, the woman who once made me feel like the happiest man in the world, my wife.

I could no longer suppress my rage. I roared, glaring at the lewd old man, and charged forward.这个无耻的老男人似乎还没有反映过来，还在用他那肮脏丑陋不堪的老肉棒戳着妻子圆润的美臀。

这个猥琐的老男人刚转头，我便正对他的面门狠狠的给了他一记重拳。只听「啊的一声」，这个吃了我一记重拳的老男人捂着流血的面门啪的一声，重重的摔倒在了地上。

此刻我已经没有了理智，心中只有怒火，我只想打死这个淫人妻的无耻之徒。我骑坐在这个瘦弱的老男人的身上，一拳接一拳不断的痛揍着这个猥琐我心爱的妻子的老男人。

在一边看傻了的妻子看到老乞丐被打的满脸是血，赶紧扑上来拉我，嘴里不断哀求着「云翔别打了，别打了，你会打死他的」。

可是妻子越是拉，我就越愤怒就打的越狠，老男人紧紧的抱着头蜷缩着脸上满是鲜血，嘴里不断的哀嚎着。

My wife, who had been holding my arm, seemed to have gone mad as I hit her harder and harder. Suddenly, with a burst of strength, she grabbed me and shielded the old man.

Seeing my wife protecting this lecherous old man, disregarding the danger, my heart felt like it was being torn apart, the pain unbearable, and I felt like I was about to faint.

With my last ounce of strength, I broke free from my wife and ran out the door, only to hear her crying out my name. Alone, I wandered aimlessly in the dark night, tears streaming down my face as the light rain fell.

I went to a bar, hoping to drown my sorrows in alcohol. I had a low tolerance for alcohol and didn't know how much I drank; my body began to feel unsteady.

Just then, a young and beautiful woman approached me, winking seductively. Although her features weren't as delicate and beautiful as my wife's, her skin wasn't as fair, and her demeanor wasn't as elegant, her heavy makeup made her appear even more alluring, and her figure was quite good.

Before, when I came to bars with clients and saw women like this, I would always stay far away. But today, I needed—I craved—a woman's comfort.

"Handsome, all alone?"

I smiled and took out the gift I had carefully prepared for my wife from my pocket. I grabbed the beautiful woman in front of me and opened the gift box.

Inside was a dazzling blue jade necklace.

"Wow, it's so beautiful."

"Stay with me, and I'll give it to you." I said boldly, emboldened by the alcohol.

And so, I stumbled into a hotel with this woman. I was completely drunk, my head spinning. I sat on the edge of the bed and patted my head hard.

In my hazy state, I mistook the beautiful woman who had just come out of the bathroom for my beloved wife. My beautiful wife, whom I had missed every day for three months, was naked in front of me. I rushed forward and hugged my wife tightly, my hands kneading her beautiful buttocks and kissing her breasts incessantly.

"Rouxue, Xue'er, don't leave me, don't leave me," I called out between kisses.

"Mmm, ah," the beautiful woman let out a moan.

The next day, when I woke up, I was already in the hospital. I drank way too much last night, and my head still hurts so much that I can't remember anything that happened last night.

"Yunxiang, you're awake. Are you feeling better?" my wife asked worriedly.

Looking at my angelic, beautiful, and noble wife beside me, I still couldn't believe she would betray me.

"Yunxiang, it's all my fault. I don't deserve to be your wife. Don't do anything foolish again."

Looking at my pitiful wife, I felt terrible. I knew I still loved her deeply, and I couldn't lose her.

I hugged her tightly and whispered, "Abort the child. Let's start over."

I felt my wife tremble slightly. She didn't answer. I was afraid, afraid of losing her, and I didn't dare say anything. But I knew she must be suffering and hesitating. My

wife stayed with me all night, and I wasn't discharged until the next evening. On the way home, my wife told me that the old beggar had become permanently disabled because of her. She had only let him stay temporarily out of pity and compassion. My wife begged me to let him stay a few more days until he found a suitable place to live.

I had no other choice. I couldn't live without my wife. If she was willing to abort the child and come back to me, I could agree to her request.

When I got home, I saw that shameless old beggar again, his face swollen and covered in bandages. The old beggar looked at me like I was his nemesis, and scurried behind his wife.

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