My beautiful wife is like a needle, pricking my heart.

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Sitting on the familiar No. 5 bus, looking at the familiar street scenes outside the window, my fatigue eased considerably. I imagined my virtuous and beautiful wife at home. The bus was crowded, but the people around me kept their distance, their eyes filled with fear. It wasn't because I looked scary, but because of my uniform and the empty holster on my waist.

My name is Li Chuang, a criminal police officer, the head of the Criminal Investigation Department of our city's Criminal Investigation Team, 28 years old this year. Although I'm young, I didn't get to my current position through family connections; on the contrary, my family was poor from a young age. I was born in a rural area in southern China. My mother passed away when I was young, and my father raised me single-handedly, supporting my education, including my police academy studies. To focus on caring for me and prevent me from suffering, my father never remarried. When I graduated and started working, hoping to finally stop my father's suffering and repay him, he suddenly passed away from cancer. Because of his constant worry and hard work for me, his health had always been poor. He knew he had cancer when I was in police academy, but he kept it from me to save money for my education, enduring the pain in silence. Although I noticed early signs, my father always said it wasn't a serious illness and kept it from me. In fact, with treatment at that time, he could have recovered, but he delayed treatment to save money for my tuition. By the time I found out, his cancer was already in its late stages. After half a month in the hospital, he passed away with a smile. His last sight was of me in my police uniform, standing by his bedside, saluting him with tears in my eyes.

After my father's passing, I became an orphan, without parents. Because of our poverty, I never had a girlfriend in college. Because of my family's financial situation and my shabby clothes at school, naturally no girl was interested in me. After graduation, I passed the civil service exam and became a police officer. It was on the very first day of my job that my father fell ill. After my father passed away, I was left all alone, so I threw myself into my work. Perhaps because I had no one to rely on, I worked incredibly hard, handling several major cases. I was injured several times, especially during the arrest of criminals, and even nearly lost my life once. Therefore, in the police station, I was the most injured person and also the one with the most merits. My colleagues called me "the workaholic." However, it was precisely because of my outstanding performance that I quickly rose to my current position in just four years, becoming a significant leader in the police force.

Stepping out of the bus stop, I walked towards my neighborhood, trying to clear my mind of the memories. The deceased are now just a passing cloud; I shouldn't dwell on them anymore. Opening the familiar door, I saw a beautiful woman wearing an apron sitting on the sofa. Seeing me return, she quickly got up to get me slippers and took my police uniform. A delicious dinner was already laid out on the dining table. This beautiful woman is my wife, Yuan Yuan. She's two years younger than me, 26 years old this year. She's 172 cm tall, with a slender figure, fair skin, and skin as soft as a baby's. Her face somewhat resembles the movie star Wang Zhi, and her figure is comparable to Wang Zhi's. The only difference is that Yuan Yuan's breasts are much fuller than Wang Zhi's, a full 36E. Her 36E breasts almost burst open the buttons of her pajamas. She has long, flowing hair, and with her gentle and virtuous smile, she would amaze any man.

My wife is also a police officer, and a well-known beauty in the police station. However, I work in the criminal investigation team of the head office, while she works in the district branch. Although we both belong to the public security, procuratorate, and court system, we are not in the same police unit. She's a clerical worker in the police station, not involved in criminal investigations, so her work is much less demanding than mine. But don't let her beautiful and gentle appearance fool you; her physique is incredibly powerful. She was once the city's police combat sports champion, able to take down even the biggest men, including me, the head of the criminal investigation department, who's also quite skilled in martial arts. She was born into a family of martial artists and practiced martial arts from a young age. She was always a sports student in school, so naturally, she went to police academy and became a police officer—it was her dream, and her family had connections. However, because her family doted on her and feared for her safety, they forced her to stay in the police station as a clerical worker, dealing with all sorts of paperwork and files every day, which frustrated her for a long time. Actually, she most wanted to be like me, investigating major cases, arresting criminals, and becoming a female knight-errant, but she had to obey her parents' strict orders.

My wife wears a police uniform at work. The loose-fitting uniform can somewhat conceal her large breasts, but the rest of the uniform is very loose, with broad shoulders and long sleeves, making it look awkward. So, she has no choice but to wear fitted clothes, but even those can't hide her ample breasts. Her male colleagues, though used to seeing her every day, can't help but steal glances at her breasts when she's not looking, which she complains about when she gets home. I always scold her for it, saying, "Who told you to have such large, naturally beautiful breasts?" Although my wife smiles at me, she rarely laughs with others at work, at the police station, or even at business dinners. In other people's eyes, she's a stern, unsmiling ice queen. Because she practiced martial arts from a young age and graduated from police academy, she always has an air of authority, and some men don't even dare to look her in the eye for long. Only when she's with me and her parents does she smile at us like a melting iceberg. She looks incredibly capable and heroic in her police uniform or fighting gear, giving off a strong sense of female warrior. But at home, dressed in pajamas, a dress, or a cheongsam, she exudes feminine grace. It's fair to say that my wife has two completely different images and attitudes outside and at home, but both are beautiful in their own way.

When I first joined the police station, she wasn't there yet. She only came two years later, and naturally, she was cold and distant towards me. Aside from normal work-related conversations, we rarely interacted. However, we were once assigned to work together on a drug case, which was quite dangerous. During the final raid, a gunfight broke out with the criminals. It was then that I took a bullet for her, saving my junior colleague's life. It was also then that I came closest to death, almost losing my life. I was hospitalized for over a month before being discharged, and she took care of me in the hospital for a month as well. There was no other way; I had no parents or relatives, and I needed someone to take care of me in the hospital. So she volunteered to take care of me, and her workplace naturally arranged for her to come over. During that month, perhaps because I saved her and she was grateful, or perhaps because my childhood experiences made her feel sorry for me, her coldness slowly melted when she was with me. I found that we had a lot in common. When she was bored, she would always keep me company and talk to me, telling me about her past. I also told her about my childhood experiences, including the most painful experiences that I didn't want to talk about. In that month, we got to know each other, fell in love, and finally, after more than a year of dating, we got married.

Because of that case, her parents were very worried and used their connections to persuade the police leadership to transfer her to an administrative position, which upset her for a long time. However, my character and position in the police station satisfied her parents. Although my family wasn't well-off, they still married their only daughter to me. As the saying goes, a son-in-law is like half a son. Since they had no son and I had no parents, they treated me like their own son, treating me very well. Even the villa we live in now was bought with money from her parents. Although my position is high and my salary is not low, it's still impossible to buy a house in the city outright. Being able to make a down payment is already good enough, let alone living in a villa worth tens of millions. So I am very grateful to my in-laws. However, after the wedding, I promised her parents that I couldn't work so hard anymore. For my family and my wife, I had to take care of myself. Now that my position is high enough, I don't need to work so hard anymore. Perhaps it was because of my gratitude towards my wife and in-laws that I was so filial to my in-laws, while feeling a slight sense of guilt towards my wife…
In the blink of an eye, we've been married for a year. In this year, we haven't argued or even had a serious argument. Even when disagreements arise, we talk things out calmly and find a middle ground to resolve them. Even when irreconcilable conflicts occur, we both show mutual tolerance. You could say we truly treat each other with the utmost respect. Because of my wife's strict upbringing, she remained celibate before marriage. On our wedding night, we shared our first time with each other, leaving a small red flower on the pristine white sheets. However, over the past year, we've had relatively infrequent sexual activity, usually once or twice every two weeks. Sometimes, when I'm busy with work or traveling, we might only have sex once a month. So, although we've been married for over a year, we've definitely not had sex more than thirty times.

The reason for this is because of my injury; the bullet hit my lower abdomen, puncturing my prostate and slightly affecting my sexual function. I'm not very interested in sex, but when I'm aroused, I can still last for ten minutes or so with my wife. However, I don't seem to have much interest in sex; it's often just a routine. I only feel a slight arousal when I see my wife naked. My wife is the same way. She never initiates sex; she usually responds when I want it. However, she's quite conservative about sex. We always use the traditional missionary position, and we're always covered by a blanket. In all the times we've had sex, I've only seen our genitals once. Most of the time, it's done under the covers, and my wife doesn't allow the lights to be turned on, so our sex life is basically all in the dark. To be honest, I still don't know what my wife's genitals look like, let alone her anus. I've never even clearly seen her completely naked. Firstly, I don't have that desire, and secondly, she's conservative even at home; she's not that casual.

It's been a year, and we still don't have a child. However, our annual company physicals show no major health problems, and our reproductive systems are normal. The only reason Yuan Yuan isn't pregnant is because we have sex so infrequently and irregularly. Infrequent sex naturally lowers the chances of pregnancy; perhaps those less than thirty sexual encounters were all during her safe period. If we get a child, we'll keep it. If not, we're not in a rush. We're both busy with work and careers, and we're still young, so we're not in a hurry to have children. Yuan Yuan feels the same way. She says that childbirth causes stretch marks and weight gain, affecting her figure, so she's fine with having children now, even after she turns thirty, at least she can enjoy a few more years of her twenties. Whenever colleagues or her parents ask, we always use work as an excuse, telling them we don't want children yet.

Although I hadn't had sex with Yuan Yuan many times, her physical reactions were always quite strong. She was very wet, and her body trembled noticeably. However, aside from a few painful moans the first time, she mostly breathed heavily and rarely made a sound; perhaps her body was as cold as her skin. But much later, I realized I was wrong…

“Wash your hands, let’s eat…” My wife suddenly said as I was lost in thought. Only then did I realize I was home. I had been so absorbed in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed when I arrived. My wife hung up my police uniform and loosened my tie. I washed my hands and sat at the table, looking at the exquisite dishes my wife had prepared. I couldn’t get enough of them; they tasted even better than the delicacies from restaurants. My wife had a strict upbringing, so she excelled in many areas. If she lived in ancient times, she would be considered proficient in all the arts, but in civilized society, her learning was different. She was certainly equally adept in the home and the kitchen.

"You must be exhausted. You look so tired. Once this busy period is over, take a leave of absence from work and get some rest..." My wife, Yuan Yuan, said at the dinner table, placing a chicken leg on my plate. Her eyes were full of concern and tenderness. She had seen how hard I had worked this past year of marriage, and she was happy that her husband was so ambitious, climbing to his current position entirely through his own abilities, without resorting to underhanded methods. In the entire province and city, I was considered one of the youngest section-level cadres.

"I'm not tired. Don't let my tired face fool you; I'm full of energy, and my spirit seems inexhaustible..." I said to my wife with a smile, while stretching my limbs. To be honest, my back and waist were aching. Recently, there had been a rather important case that had been going on for a long time without much progress. I don't know how many nights I'd come home late at night this past month, and I'd even slept at the police station two nights in a row.

"Let me give you a massage after dinner..." My condition naturally didn't hide from my wife, and she said, serving me a bowl of soup. My wife has always understood that the reason I work so hard is to prove myself. After we got married, because our house was bought by her parents, there were always a lot of rumors, some even saying hurtful things like I was a kept man. I could easily buy a 100-square-meter house in the city on my own, even with a loan, but my in-laws didn't want my wife and me to suffer. Besides, her family is well-off; her father is in real estate and has no shortage of houses. So we got this villa, which was also part of my wife's dowry. Frankly, my in-laws didn't want my wife to suffer; they wanted to give her the best life. I declined their offer to buy me a car; after all, I'm a civil servant and don't want to be too ostentatious. So I keep working hard, also to prove myself to others and to my in-laws.

After dinner, I lay down on the bed, and my wife began to massage and loosen my bones. To be honest, despite her seemingly delicate appearance, she's surprisingly strong, having trained in martial arts since childhood. So, when she massaged my bones, I felt genuine pain, but I never showed it, always appearing to enjoy it. Therefore, she remained unaware of my true feelings. My wife was wearing a loose nightgown, with underwear and a bra underneath. Even at home, she would never go braless. As she bent over and massaged my back with her elbows, her breasts drooped down, cradling my back, and I could feel the soft nipples against my back. Although a slight desire rose within me, it wasn't strong enough to even get an erection. I was too tired lately, both physically and mentally exhausted, so I had no other thoughts. You could say that besides my family, I prioritize my career above all else.

I don't know when, but I drifted off to sleep on the bed. Although the massage was somewhat painful, it didn't stop me from falling asleep. Because of my job, I don't sleep very soundly; sometimes I'm even in a semi-conscious state. As a result, I've always suffered from neurasthenia. Even if I sleep all day, my brain doesn't really get much rest. In my hazy state, I felt my wife undressing me and then covering me with a blanket. During this process, I heard her sigh three times. She feels so sorry for me and has tried to persuade me many times, but I still work so hard. She knows my current situation and feels very helpless.

I don't know how long I slept, but I seemed to have a dream. In the dream, I faintly heard a woman's moan, so ethereal and distant. The moan sounded somewhat familiar, a little like my wife, Yuan Yuan. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. This had happened many times before; I felt awake, conscious, but couldn't open my eyes, as if my eyelids were glued shut. Eventually, I would fall back asleep. This time was the same. The moan grew fainter and fainter, until it disappeared completely, and I drifted off to sleep. It was just a dream, because my wife, Yuan Yuan, never moaned like that, and I've never heard her moan before. So, I have no idea who the woman in the dream was. Perhaps it was influenced by Xiao Wu, the porn reviewer at my workplace. That rascal would sometimes blast the audio from the porn he reviewed when no female colleagues were around. I've heard countless moans from various women, and while the sounds did elicit a slight reaction from me, it wasn't very strong. As a result, Xiao Wu took a long leave of absence, and I filled in for him as the porn reviewer for a month. I've watched countless pornographic films, definitely over a thousand, so now I'm somewhat numb to them...
When I woke up the next day, Yuan Yuan was no longer beside me. I was used to this routine because I was very busy with work, so I went to bed early and woke up late every day, always feeling like I wasn't getting enough sleep. Yuan Yuan was different. Her job was very relaxed, so she had plenty of energy, and she had developed a habit of getting up early to practice martial arts since she was a child. So Yuan Yuan usually got up an hour or two earlier than me, partly to make me breakfast, and partly to go to the gym to practice martial arts and yoga. My villa was three stories high with a basement, and Yuan Yuan's practice room was in the basement, which had various fitness equipment and a yoga and dance studio. You could say that place was exclusively for Yuan Yuan, because I had no habit of exercising, and I really didn't have the time. Even if I had time to exercise, the fatigue from work left me with no energy for it.

Yuan Yuan was not only very good at martial arts, but she also practiced yoga and dance. Although she exercised every day, she didn't have those masculine muscles. At first glance, she appears to be a delicate girl, but her figure is remarkably slender and well-proportioned. Standing at over 1.7 meters tall, her perfectly proportioned figure is on full display in her workout clothes, especially her exceptionally full breasts, which create a large, defined curve in the tight-fitting garment. Every morning, aside from a little time spent making breakfast, Yuan Yuan spends most of her time at the gym. When I get home, the first thing I do is eat and sleep. Even if I have time, it's usually in my study, working on the computer and studying various criminal investigation techniques. I'm a workaholic and a top student; aside from going to the basement gym once during its renovation, I've practically never been there again.

"Hurry up and wash up and eat, honey..." As I walked out of the bedroom, Yuan Yuan was climbing the stairs. She saw me coming out at the top and smiled as she greeted me. She must have just finished her workout; her face was still flushed, and she was still wearing her workout clothes, though the apron partially covered them.

"Hmm..." I rubbed my eyes and slowly went downstairs. The first floor of our house has the living room, kitchen, dining room, and guest bedroom. The second floor is Yuan Yuan and my private space, which includes our bedroom and dressing room. The third floor is the study and office space. This layout ensures that we don't disturb each other. When guests come, they stay on the first floor without disturbing us on the second floor. When I work overtime, I stay on the third floor without disturbing Yuan Yuan who is sleeping soundly on the second floor.

"Honey, how's the case going?" At the dining table, Yuan Yuan placed breakfast in front of me and asked sweetly. Her face was still flushed, indicating that she had just finished exercising and started preparing breakfast for me, without a moment's rest all morning.

"Still the same. The criminal investigation has reached a dead end. I don't know how to proceed. The higher-ups are pressing hard. Sigh..." I said while eating breakfast, and finally couldn't help but sigh. I didn't expect to forget this moment. I always tell myself not to sigh at home, especially in front of Yuan Yuan, because I'm afraid she will worry and feel sorry for me. I just didn't expect to lose control like this.

“Honey, let’s apply for a transfer to another department. That would be much easier, and we wouldn’t have to struggle on the front lines of criminal investigation…” Yuan Yuan got up and sat down next to me, straightening my clothes.

“No job is easy. I don’t want to just coast along like that for the rest of my life. While I’m young, I need to work hard so I won’t be able to when I’m old. Although the front lines of criminal investigation are tiring and stressful, it’s the easiest place to achieve results and get promoted. It’s okay, honey, I can handle it. I’m going to work now… I have to leave a little early; I need to speak at the morning meeting today…” I mumbled with a sandwich in my mouth, then got up, dressed, and prepared to go to work. My normal working hours are 9 to 5, but I usually go to work at 7:00 AM, earlier than anyone else, and leave later than anyone else. This work ethic is what my superiors appreciate most, and it’s one of the reasons I got promoted so quickly.

"Okay, be careful, and remember to eat lunch on time..." Yuan Yuan said softly, tying my tie and straightening my clothes.

As I walked out of the house and onto the road in the villa area, I could see Yuan Yuan waving at me from the second-floor balcony. She always waited until I left the villa area before returning inside. She didn't have to go to work until nine o'clock, almost two hours later than me. She initially insisted on driving me, but after dropping me off, she would have to wait at her workplace for almost an hour, so I insisted she not drive me. After arriving at the police station, I began a busy day of work. In the evening, I dragged myself home, exhausted. It was already past ten o'clock when I got home, and Yuan Yuan was still waiting for me. After eating the dinner she had carefully prepared, I lay down on the bed, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep. In the last moments before falling asleep, all I could hear was Yuan Yuan clearing the dishes. Sometimes I really admire Yuan Yuan's energy. Even when I'm resting, I can't manage to stay up late and get up early, but Yuan Yuan can do it every day. Perhaps it's something she developed from practicing martial arts since she was a child.

A little over a month later, the case I was working on was finally solved. I don't know how much hardship and grievances I endured that month, but in the end, it had a satisfactory result. My supervisor was so happy that he gave me a two-week vacation to rest. The case was solved, and my supervisor received commendation from higher authorities, so he asked me what I needed. I only asked for a two-week vacation, firstly to rest myself, and secondly to spend more time with Yuan Yuan, because I haven't spent enough time with her. When I got home, Yuan Yuan was very happy to know the case was solved and that I had a two-week vacation. So she proactively asked for two weeks off from work to take me on a trip.

"Honey, we have two weeks, where should we go?" Yuan Yuan asked excitedly at the dinner table, serving me food. She was wearing loose pajamas, and her breasts swayed between the fabric and apron as she picked up food.

"You decide. This vacation was originally meant to be with you..." I said, my eyes lingering on Yuan Yuan's breasts. Her sexy body only attracted me for a moment; I didn't even feel a tinge of desire.

"Hmm... how about we go to Guilin? I really want to wear my tai chi uniform and practice a set of tai chi amidst the beautiful scenery. We can take some photos and videos. The scenery there can also help you calm your busy mind. What do you say?" Yuan Yuan said, smoothing her hair and twirling a strand between her fingers, her eyes asking and suggesting.

"Okay, actually, I also really want to go to Guilin. I didn't expect we had the same idea..." I immediately agreed as soon as Yuan Yuan finished speaking.

"Of course, otherwise how could we be husband and wife..." Hearing my agreement, Yuan Yuan excitedly sat down beside me, wrapped her arms around my arms, and rested her head on my shoulder. I felt the softness of Yuan Yuan's breasts against my arm, and a slight thought stirred within me. Actually, I had no interest in going anywhere. I wanted to stay home, sleep for a day or two, and then spend time with Yuan Yuan watching TV, surfing the internet, and playing mobile games. That would be better than going on a trip. I don't like movement; I only like stillness. But for Yuan Yuan's sake, I pretended to like going on a trip, just so I wouldn't see her disappointed expression.

"By the way, let's go to the countryside tomorrow first to pay respects at my parents' graves and clear the weeds..." I said sadly, rubbing my cheek against Yuan Yuan's hair. Because I've been so busy with work, I haven't had time to go to the countryside to pay respects at my parents' graves. During Qingming Festival and other memorial holidays, I always burned incense for my father at the crossroads in the city. I've always felt guilty towards my parents in heaven. Now that I finally have some time, I should go back as soon as possible.

"Yes, of course, I'll go with you..." After hearing my words, Yuan Yuan looked up at me and nodded obediently.

Looking at Yuan Yuan's smiling and obedient appearance, and thinking back to her cold and aloof demeanor when I first met her, she was truly a completely different person. I was truly grateful to God for allowing me to marry such a beautiful and outstanding wife. My colleagues at work and the elders of my hometown all praised my good fortune in marrying such a wife, whose family background was so excellent. People say that my childhood was difficult, and now that the hardship has come to an end, it's a compensation from God.

Yuan Yuan and I looked at each other. There was a hint of emotion in her eyes, though she controlled it well, I could still see a trace of longing and bewilderment. Our faces drew closer and closer, finally culminating in a deep kiss. It felt like only a month had passed since our last kiss…
Our clothes were slowly removed, one piece at a time, until we were both completely naked, rolling around on the guest room bed. Our lovemaking was always so gentle, never so passionate and fiery. My penis isn't very large, only about 12-13 centimeters when erect, which is about the average length for a Chinese person, a normal level. When Yuan Yuan lay on the bed, her legs spread apart, I pinched my penis and found it was only partially erect. I couldn't help but feel a little deflated. I pressed my half-erect glans against the space between Yuan Yuan's legs. Her vulva was already incredibly wet; I could even feel the pubic hair was damp. The guest room light was off, so I could only vaguely see the outline of Yuan Yuan's crotch. I tried thrusting a few times, but found that the hardness of my glans couldn't break through the closure of Yuan Yuan's vaginal opening. Yuan Yuan's vagina was always very tight, and it seemed impossible to open it without a full erection.

"Sigh..." After trying for a long time, I could only sigh, then lay down on Yuan Yuan's naked body, resting my face on her full breasts, smelling their fragrance and feeling her body temperature.

"Husband, you've been too tired lately..." Yuan Yuan stroked my hair with both hands, saying with great concern, her tone tinged with a hint of disappointment. Yuan Yuan had always been like this. In fact, she also had normal female needs, but she never took the initiative to ask me for them, and she always acted so chaste in front of me, never daring to show any lewdness, even her moans were rare.

"Maybe... or maybe it's because of the lingering effects of an old injury..." I said somewhat discouragedly. I could tell from Yuan Yuan's wetness that she had this physiological need, but I couldn't satisfy her at this moment. Firstly, I've been too busy with work lately, completely exhausted, so I simply haven't had the energy. Secondly, there's the old injury from when I took a bullet for Yuan Yuan. That bullet hit my lower abdomen, puncturing my prostate. The doctor said at the time that it might affect my future sex life, but since marrying Yuan Yuan, our sex life has been infrequent, though we can still finish most of it. It's very rare for me to be able to get an erection but not penetrate.

"Let's go for a check-up sometime... Let's go to a big hospital this time to see if there are any aftereffects. If there are, we'll get treatment as soon as possible..." Yuan Yuan said gently, stroking my cheek. I used to go to the Armed Police Hospital for treatment; after all, it's a public hospital, and it was a work injury. It seems I really need to go to another major hospital when I have time. I originally thought it wouldn't affect my sex life, and because I've been so busy with work, I've been putting it off. Now it seems really necessary to get it checked out. What if I want to have children in the future but find out I'm infertile? Wouldn't that be too much to regret? It's best to get it checked out as soon as possible.

Finally, we got dressed again. I went upstairs and lay down on the bed to rest, feeling somewhat deflated. Meanwhile, Yuan Yuan was downstairs clearing the dishes. Lying in bed, I thought about our trip back to our hometown to pay respects to our ancestors the next day, figuring out what to buy for the ceremony. I didn't know when to stop, and drifted off to sleep again. I was so tired. In my hazy state, I seemed to hear that familiar groan again—so familiar, yet so strange. The next morning, as usual, I went out of the bedroom and heard the clatter of dishes downstairs. It seemed Yuan Yuan had prepared breakfast. I slowly went downstairs. Yuan Yuan was still wearing her workout clothes and had set breakfast on the table. Although our daily life was repetitive, I enjoyed it. Perhaps true happiness lies in the simple things. As long as I could be with Yuan Yuan, even if we lived in a simple house or shoddy food, I would be happy. Since my parents passed away, Yuan Yuan has become my closest relative, someone who will accompany me for the rest of my life. So, as long as she's there, I have the motivation to live and work.

"After we eat, let's hurry and get to the countryside. There's a rule in the countryside that ancestral worship must be completed before noon..." I said to Yuan Yuan, quickly stuffing my breakfast into my mouth.

"Okay... let's go now..." Yuan Yuan quickly got up and said, preparing to change her clothes. Yuan Yuan has a small appetite; to maintain her figure, she's always the first to finish eating, then she sits across from me, resting her chin on her hand, talking to me.

After Yuan Yuan changed, she came out of the dressing room, and I couldn't help but be struck by her appearance. She was wearing a white tracksuit, white platform sneakers, and her hair was styled in a ponytail. I rarely saw Yuan Yuan in casual clothes. When Yuan Yuan gets home in the evening, she wears pajamas and an apron. In the morning, she wears gym clothes and an apron. On the rare occasions she visits her parents' home or attends gatherings, she wears her smart police uniform. It's extremely rare to see her in civilian clothes. Although Yuan Yuan dresses conservatively, often in sportswear, it can't hide her slender figure, especially her full breasts, which bulge out of her tight-fitting sportswear. What bothers Yuan Yuan most at parties or public occasions is her large breasts. They are so full and perky that they attract stares from men on the street, and some children even point them out: "Auntie, your breasts are so big!" This makes Yuan Yuan blush, but there's nothing she can do; her large breasts aren't her fault, but a gift from her parents and God. Yuan Yuan wears her hair in a ponytail, with only two small strands at her temples, which further accentuates her capable appearance and showcases her stunning beauty.

Before we married, countless men pursued her—corporate executives, high-ranking government officials, wealthy second-generation heirs, and many other outstanding men. But Yuan Yuan ignored them all. It wasn't until our life-or-death experience together, and her month-long care for me, that she was truly moved and married me, a man who wasn't particularly outstanding. I remember her telling me she wanted someone who didn't care about her family background, her figure, or her looks, but only about her—someone down-to-earth, reliable, not seeking happiness but hardship. She didn't want a couple where "birds of a feather flock together, but scatter in times of trouble." She wanted true love, a love that's rare, even nearly extinct, in this world. Love is everything, regardless of material possessions. It's precisely because of this that I feel marrying Yuan Yuan is a blessing I've accumulated over many lifetimes.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? Staring blankly?" Just as I was looking at Yuan Yuan, lost in thought, she waved her slender hand in front of me, asking with a hint of doubt.

"Nothing, it's just that my wife is so beautiful, I was momentarily captivated..." I grabbed Yuan Yuan's hand, which was waving in front of me, and said sincerely.

"You're such a chatterbox, let's go, didn't we say we needed to hurry..." Hearing my words, Yuan Yuan blushed and said with a hint of reproach, while pulling me towards the door. However, she was still very happy after hearing my praise. Being praised by her lover satisfied her little vanity. Many men outside had praised her, but none could compare to her husband's few words of praise.

After buying various offerings and burial paper at the funeral parlor, Yuan Yuan and I drove towards the countryside. The countryside is about a three-hour drive from the city. Yuan Yuan drove because although I was resting, I still received many work calls, so for safety reasons, Yuan Yuan drove while I was ready to answer the phone at any time, and also to assign tasks to my subordinates over the phone. The car drove along the road, and during our breaks, I chatted with Yuan Yuan. Because my parents' graves are in our family cemetery, which is located on a mountain, Yuan Yuan was wearing sportswear. The white Prado sped along the highway. Not many girls drive Prados these days, but my wife definitely likes this kind of large and imposing SUV.

Soon, we arrived in the countryside, but without stopping, we drove straight up the mountain through the village. Luckily, we were driving an SUV, so although the journey was bumpy, we slowly made our way to my family's cemetery. Several small mounds overgrown with weeds appeared before us. I slowly got out of the car and unloaded all the offerings from the trunk, with Yuan Yuan helping me. The grave paper that had been covering the graves had rotted and showed no signs of having been offered to. I had been burning the paper at the crossroads in the city all year. The last time I visited the graves was when I got married, and I took Yuan Yuan back to my hometown to pay respects to our ancestors.

I took a sickle and began clearing the weeds from my parents' graves. These were things I had to do, because now it was my responsibility. Besides me, the only other person left in our family, besides myself, was my mentally unstable third uncle. I didn't know how he was doing. I planned to go back to the village to check on him after the ceremony...
Speaking of my third uncle, he was a well-known and influential figure in the village. My third uncle is over fifty years old this year. When he was young, he was a normal man. He served in the army for three years, and after his discharge, he returned to the village, got married, and had children. Although they weren't extremely wealthy, their life was quite prosperous. My third aunt, in particular, was famously beautiful in the village. Countless people envied my third uncle, a rural man, for marrying such a beautiful wife. However, my third aunt was too beautiful, so there were bound to be many who tried to seduce her. In the end, she ran off with someone else, abandoning my third uncle and my cousin, who was less than two years old at the time. After my third aunt eloped, there was no news of her. Her family members weren't very good either; they never even came to visit my third uncle and cousin, including my cousin's uncles and aunts. So, from then on, my third uncle raised my cousin alone. My cousin was still young then, and he was my third uncle's only motivation to live. Since my third aunt disappeared, my once cheerful third uncle became taciturn. I was only five or six years old at that time, and my father was still alive, so he helped my third uncle a lot.

However, fate is often unfair. Once, my third uncle was taking my cousin to town on a tractor to buy New Year's goods when the tractor overturned into a ditch. There were over a dozen people in the trailer; most were unharmed, but my young cousin, being too young and physically weak, was crushed to death. My third uncle, already devastated by the loss of his wife, now lost his young son, his only remaining child. The blow was immense. Unable to cope with the successive blows, he became mentally unstable. My family wasn't well-off, and my father couldn't afford to take him to a large hospital. He was treated at a small clinic, but even after exhausting all our savings, we couldn't cure him. His madness wasn't caused by a traumatic brain injury, but by psychological trauma, which is the most difficult to treat. If he didn't recover from the extreme grief of losing his wife and child, he would never fully recover. So, my father gave up and could only support him financially.

Although Uncle San was mentally unstable, he still managed to take care of himself, doing laundry and cooking. However, his mental state was abnormal; he seemed dazed and confused. At that time, the village committee built a small square. After the harvest in the evenings, the villagers would go to the square to perform Yangko dance. Uncle San was always the center of attention. He was very artistic, so his Yangko dancing was very lively and beautiful. Some of the village women would smear red paint on his cheeks, apply red lipstick, adorn him with small flowers, and dress him in a skirt, making him the leader of the Yangko dance. Every time Uncle San danced Yangko in women's clothing, the square would be filled with people and laughter. However, most of them would laugh at him, treating him like a fool. Hearing the laughter, Uncle San would dance even more foolishly, believing that people were cheering him on. Every time my father saw this scene, he would pull my third uncle away and try to reason with him, but my third uncle wouldn't understand. He would always go to the square on his own initiative; what others saw as a laughingstock was his source of joy. So gradually, my father stopped interfering.

"Going to the square to see the transvestites?" Every evening, people would say this. At the square, you'd see my third uncle dressed as a transvestite, leading a folk dance troupe, and the square would be filled with laughter. From then on, my third uncle had a nickname—"Demon Third Son." Because he always dressed in a flamboyant manner and was the third oldest in the family, he got this nickname, which became his only name in the village. My father was the second oldest. My eldest uncle died young, before he could marry, leaving no heir. My third uncle originally had an heir, but that also died young, leaving only my third uncle and me as the two male members of the family. After my father's death, I went to the city to study and work, and didn't have time to return to the village. However, the village committee leaders had arranged for my third uncle to receive a minimum living allowance, so he was financially secure. That's why I hadn't seen him for over a year.

After paying our respects with Yuan Yuan, we drove towards the village. At the village crossroads, villagers would gather to chat. They naturally recognized my car and would greet me from afar. I would only honk the horn in response and rarely get out to talk to them. As I grew older, I recalled the actions of some villagers and felt no goodwill towards them. They were all people who loved to laugh at others behind their backs, their favorite topics being gossip and rumors. They talked about who was having an affair, whose daughter was promiscuous, and so on. Especially when I thought about how they mocked my third uncle, using him as a laughingstock, I felt no affection for them whatsoever.

Soon, I saw my third uncle's old house and drove into his yard. In my third uncle's courtyard, there was only a dilapidated mud house, the yard overgrown with weeds. The door was tightly shut, and I didn't know if my third uncle was home. I got out of the car and pushed open the door. A foul, musty smell hit me, and Yuan Yuan beside me sniffed and frowned. The furnishings inside the mud house were very simple: a kang (a heated brick bed), a few pieces of broken furniture, and a tattered, blackened quilt on the kang. A disheveled person was huddled under the quilt, shivering. I looked closely for a long time before I realized that this was my third uncle. How could he have changed so much in just over a year?

"Xiao Chuang, you're back?" Just then, a middle-aged woman's voice came from outside the door.

"Aunt Wang, what's going on?" I went out and saw my third uncle's old neighbor standing outside. I couldn't help but ask. In this village, I didn't have many good memories of the villagers, but Aunt Wang was one of them. She had helped my third uncle a lot over the years, and I often ate at her house when I was a child. She was a very kind person, and I even brought her a gift when I returned home for my wedding.

"Sigh... it's a long story..." Aunt Wang sighed.

Through Aunt Wang's narration, I learned the whole story. My third uncle had always received a minimum living allowance from the village committee, which amounted to a small living expense each month, and the village leaders would often visit and take care of him. However, half a year ago, a new village head was appointed. This new village head was incompetent, only knowing how to make money and not doing anything for the people. The villagers dared not speak out, and he embezzled the village's grain subsidies, even deducting money from the minimum living allowance recipients—it was utterly despicable. Since the change of village head, my third uncle's living conditions had deteriorated drastically every day. He had no money for food or medical care and could only survive by collecting recyclables, relying on the help of some kind villagers. My third uncle has been sick lately and has been staying at home. Aunt Wang has been bringing him food, water, and medicine for the past few days, but his condition hasn't improved.

I quickly went to the kang (heated brick bed), ignoring the dirt, and pulled back the covers. There, my third uncle was hunched over, shivering. I almost didn't recognize him. His face was covered with large and small red bumps, as were his hands, and he had two large, fleshy growths on his neck. Seeing the growths on his neck, I knew he must have severe hyperthyroidism, which hadn't been treated and had turned into a thick neck. These growths might never disappear. The bumps on his face looked like the fleshy lumps on a toad's back; anyone who saw them would feel nauseous.

"He often collects garbage and recyclables in the village. His hands are very dirty, and his face itches, so he scratches with his dirty hands, breaking his skin, causing infection, and now he looks like a ghost..." Aunt Wang sighed and explained from behind...

"I wanted to contact you to tell you, but I couldn't reach you. So when I saw you were here, I rushed over to tell you. Child, please take your third uncle with you. If he stays alone any longer, he probably won't live much longer. I come to see him every day to take care of him, afraid he might suddenly die in this dilapidated house one day. But, your Aunt Wang's health is getting worse and worse, and I probably won't be able to take care of him for much longer..." Aunt Wang said again, her tone somewhat embarrassed. After all, her third uncle wasn't related to her, and she had been bringing him food and buying him medicine. Her family wasn't well-off either, and she guessed there were already complaints from her family.
Looking at her third uncle's appearance and hearing Aunt Wang's words, I could imagine what his life had been like over the past year. Looking at her third uncle, and thinking that he was my only blood relative, my eyes couldn't help but well up with tears. It's all my fault. I thought that with the village taking care of him, her third uncle could live a carefree life, but I never imagined it would turn out like this. If I had come a few days later, perhaps her third uncle would already be gone. Thinking of that village chief filled me with hatred, and my sense of justice surged, but then a sense of powerlessness arose. After all, I wasn't from the Discipline Inspection Commission, and this wasn't under our city's jurisdiction; I had the will but not the power. But what goes around comes around, and I believed he would get his comeuppance someday. I turned to look at my third uncle's house. The floor wasn't even bricked, and it was extremely damp. If it rained heavily, the house would definitely leak. Even if my third uncle didn't die from his illness, he might be crushed to death by the collapsing house someday.

"Husband, let's get Third Uncle to the hospital quickly..." Just as I was crying and grieving, a tissue was handed to me, and Yuan Yuan said softly. She was a kind person like me, so seeing this scene, she was also very distressed.

"Okay..." At this moment, I reacted, disregarding the filth on my third uncle's body, and enduring the stench, I lifted him from the ditch. Holding my third uncle's body in my arms, I felt how stiff his skin was, all hard bones. He must have been emaciated, with hardly any flesh left, and his weight was so light, not at all what one would expect from a 180cm tall man. Realizing this, my heart ached even more.

"Third Uncle, I'll take you to the hospital, let's go..." I said to my dazed uncle, my voice muffled by tears.

When I walked out of the yard, I found a crowd of people standing there, mostly villagers who had come to flatter me. After all, everyone in the village knew he worked at the city police station and was a leader, so they all had smiling faces and rushed to greet me. But I ignored them and carried my third uncle through them. Yuan Yuan opened the car door and helped me put my third uncle in the back seat, letting him lie down in the car. Then I backed the car out of the yard. They're all just a bunch of sycophantic scoundrels. Before leaving, I insisted on giving Aunt Wang a thousand yuan as a reward for taking care of my third uncle.

The car was driving on the highway, with Yuan Yuan driving. My third uncle lay in the back seat, groaning incessantly. I sat in the passenger seat, constantly looking back at him. The car was filled with a stench, but I was numb to it all. I didn't care; after all, I had experienced hardship as a child and was used to it. Yuan Yuan, however, was different. Born into a scholarly family, she had always grown up in a sheltered environment and had never been exposed to such filth. Remembering how she had helped me support my third uncle and now offered to take him to the hospital, I was deeply moved. At this moment, Yuan Yuan was focused on driving, but her breathing was irregular, with long exhales and slow inhales. This was because the car smelled terrible. If I hadn't been there, and if this person hadn't been my third uncle, she would definitely have covered her mouth and nose, or at least frowned. But she knew this person was my blood relative, and out of politeness, she endured it, only managing to avoid vomiting by adjusting her breathing.

Finally, we arrived at the hospital, and with the help of a nurse who was suppressing her nausea, my third uncle was admitted to a hospital room. I booked him a private room. In principle, my third uncle's condition didn't require a private room, but he was so dirty that other patients and their families would definitely not agree to him sharing a room with them. Fortunately, I have many connections in the city, so my third uncle's appearance allowed him to stay in a high-end ward.

"Doctor, how is my third uncle?" I quickly asked after the doctor finished the examination.

“It’s nothing, Officer Li, he just caught a cold. A few IV drips will fix it. But Uncle’s skin condition needs treatment. If it’s left untreated, his skin might ulcerate, and it’s already started to fester…” The doctor knew who I was, but he was probably wondering how someone of my status could have gotten Uncle into this state. However, due to his professional ethics, he didn’t ask, only stating the symptoms.

“It’s alright, we’ll treat everything that can be treated. What about his neck…” I couldn’t help but point to Uncle’s thick neck, especially the large tumors on both sides, and asked.

“He had severe hyperthyroidism. Treatment was delayed, and the hyperthyroidism is now cured, but this is a lingering side effect… Of course, it can be surgically removed, but at Uncle’s age, surgery is risky, especially since the tumors are on his neck. My advice is to leave it alone. After all, the thick neck and tumors won’t affect his life. Apart from the visual impact, they have no other impact on his health. It’s not worth having surgery on his neck…” The doctor pushed up his glasses and said to me. Hearing the doctor's words, I couldn't help but nod. The doctor was right. Uncle San was mentally unstable and wouldn't be bothered by his appearance. Even if others looked at him strangely, he wouldn't care because he was used to being mocked and stared at.

"Honey, don't get upset. Uncle San is fine..." Yuan Yuan said, holding my hand after the doctor finished hanging up the IV for Uncle San and left. This was a VIP ward with an ensuite bathroom and shower. Yuan Yuan had gone to the shower earlier, and the doctor hadn't arrived yet. The ward was quiet, and I could hear Yuan Yuan gagging in the bathroom. Although she tried her best to control it, I still heard her. She had endured the smell of Uncle San all the way to the hospital, but she couldn't help vomiting. Putting aside the smell, even his appearance would make most people gag. His face was covered with bumps like a toad, his neck was thick, and there were two fleshy growths on either side of his neck. Anyone who saw him would feel nauseous.

"Hmm..." As the medication was administered, Uncle's breathing gradually stabilized. Although his face was still dark, his complexion had improved considerably. At this moment, I couldn't help but feel worried. After Uncle recovered, would I have to send him back to the countryside? He had no one to care for him now; sending him back would be tantamount to sending him to his death.

"Honey, what are you thinking about? Why are you frowning?" Seeing that I hadn't calmed down, Yuan Yuan asked again. She was always very concerned about me.

"I'm thinking about what to do with Uncle. Sending him back to the countryside would be like sending him to his death. He's all alone now, and no one in the village cares for him. His only remaining relative is me, his nephew..." I said, also feeling troubled. The best solution would be to bring Uncle home and let him live with me, to care for him in his old age and see him off in his final days. I had no other relatives left but Uncle, so I couldn't bear to leave him. But given Uncle's condition, could Yuan Yuan bear to leave him in the villa? If I hadn't heard Yuan Yuan retching, I might have suggested it, but thinking of how disgusted she looked, I simply couldn't bear to leave my third uncle at home.

"Honey, I understand what you mean. He's your third uncle, he's family. Bring him home. I don't object. I support whatever decision you make..." Yuan Yuan paused for a moment after hearing my words, but then smiled and said. Although she agreed, I still saw a hint of reluctance and difficulty in her eyes. Perhaps she knew what life would be like with a freak-like person suddenly appearing in the house, especially since this freak was a madman. However, the fact that Yuan Yuan agreed and even brought it up herself showed her virtue and kindness.

“That’s enough, honey. But if we bring him home, we’ll have more time to take care of him… I’ll find him a senior living apartment tomorrow. There will be people taking care of him there; it’s much better than in the countryside. We can visit him more often…” Actually, when I asked this question, I already had the senior living apartment in mind, but I brought it up anyway to see how Yuan Yuan would respond, whether she would agree to bring Uncle San home. Now I know the answer I wanted, and it’s the answer I’m most satisfied with, so I’m content. Even if Yuan Yuan agreed, I wouldn’t, because I don’t want her to be unhappy.

Hearing my answer, Yuan Yuan nodded, and the emotion in her eyes relaxed slightly…

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