The night was gentle

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Some say: "Making a woman stop loving you is harder than snatching food from a tiger's mouth."

This statement isn't necessarily true. When a woman loves you, it's true; but when she stops loving you,
winning her back is harder than climbing to heaven.

Some say: "Women don't love men who aren't a little bad."

This is probably something women made up. Women are often hypocritical; when she wants to reject you,
she has a million reasons, and when she falls in love with you, she has a million reasons as well.

But regardless, men always love women, especially beautiful women.

If this beautiful woman is also talented, the pressure on the man beside her is considerable.
But men are creatures who love a challenge; who wouldn't want
a beautiful woman who is presentable, worthy of marriage, and easy to win back?

Cui Guanzhong is such a lucky man. Although he already has many enviable assets—
a high-ranking official family, a prestigious university education, and tall and handsome—he has been the object of women's pursuit since childhood.

But ever since he married Leng Xiaoying, the envious glances around him have more than doubled,
half of from men. This is understandable; anyone who can bring a beautiful and intelligent woman like Leng Xiaoying into their household
will become the center of attention, especially someone as outstanding as Cui Guanzhong.

However, at this moment, Cui Guanzhong had no time to ponder these things. He was in trouble, and
a rather thorny one at that.

In an office on the seventh floor of the Development and Reform Commission in the western part of the city, Cui Guanzhong sat
somewhat listening absentmindedly to the woman's rambling across from him.

Many might not believe that this woman was the source of Cui Guanzhong's troubles, especially men
his age.

Although they knew she was past her prime, her skin was still quite fair, her
wavy hair had a few strands dyed golden, and beneath her carefully painted blood-red lips, a set of white teeth opened and closed,
her voice sweet and gentle beyond her years.

The silver-gray fitted shirt was decorated with floral patterns on the chest. Her high breasts
had burst open the top two buttons, revealing a snow-white cleavage encased in a black bra. Her waist was as slender as a woman who had never
given birth . Two sections of her fair legs were visible beneath a black lace-trimmed long skirt,
and her toes, painted with bright red nail polish, were faintly visible at the top of her silver peep-toe high heels.

If this woman was trouble, many men would probably be willing to provoke her.

Cui Guanzhong, of course, was a man, and he had all the typical male flaws. Once upon a time, he was one of the
most famous , but that title had automatically disappeared after his marriage.

So, while Sister Yin flirted and flirted in front of him, his mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with
what he would do after work.

Tonight is a special day for Cui Guanzhong. Six years ago today, a chance
encounter led him to Leng Xiaoying, his current wife. Every year since, they solemnly
commemorate this day.

Sister Yin leaned forward, the blouse between the buttons of her shirt bulging even wider, revealing an unfathomable depth between her two snow-white
breasts .

"Director Cui, if this road is entrusted to our company, we guarantee we will
complete , effectively alleviating the traffic congestion in the western part of the city." Sister Yin's voice was still as sweet as ever,
but to Cui Guanzhong, it sounded somewhat unreal.

Congestion, oh no. The road to Century Place must be incredibly congested at this time of day. Many people
drive , and it takes at least two hours to get there from work. Last
time, on our wedding anniversary at the DoubleTree by Hilton, I was half an hour late,
and

my wife was very upset. She said if I really cared, I should have left earlier to avoid rush hour. She often says, "If you love someone, you should do everything for them." She also says,
"In love, any reason is just an excuse; any excuse is just not loving enough." Since then
, she's frequently brought it up to tease me, saying that if I make her wait more than 20 minutes again, she'll
just walk away.

"Our construction team has ministerial-level qualifications, and the designer used the Dutch company METO's plan. The roadsides
will be lined with flowers that never fade."

Flowers, right. I wonder if the flowers I ordered at noon have arrived yet. They were 12 pure white Ecuadorian snow roses,
picked from an equatorial snow mountain at an altitude of 3,000 meters. "With a clear and pure heart, we witness a passionate and eternal love"—I've thought about this
sentence for a long time, and I think it should touch my beloved wife's heart. The snow roses also suit her temperament very well. I just don't know
if this online florist is reliable, or if they delivered them to my wife's office before she left work in the afternoon, as I said.
It can't be too early, because my wife might be out discussing business; it can't be too late, because if it's too late, my wife's subordinates won't
see them, and then all my good intentions will be wasted.

"Director Cui, Mr. Xu said he'll be back from America next Saturday and wants to treat you to a nice get-together. You absolutely must come!
You're young, promising, and so handsome. If I had been born a few years earlier, I would definitely be chasing after you."

Sister Yin moved closer and closer, the fragrance emanating from her bright red lips filling Cui Guanzhong's ears. Her round,
plump breasts pressed against Cui Guanzhong's elbow, the feel of which was quite pleasant—soft and rather elastic.

Elastic, oh dear. His wife was beautiful all over, except for her breasts, which were a bit lacking. Calling them
flat-chested would be inaccurate, and calling them a B-cup would be a stretch. At best, they were only
slightly larger than a young girl just starting to develop. But even so, against his wife's perfect body, they were still very arousing, especially
those little nipples. Whenever his wife's desire was aroused, they would stand erect, their size
and length disproportionate to her small breasts. If Cui Guanzhong rubbed them hard, he could make his wife's lower body produce even more
fluid.

Thinking about how he could play with his wife's breasts tonight, a slight smile crept onto Cui Guanzhong's lips.
It was hard to believe, really, that he hadn't touched his wife for a month. It wasn't because he was incapable in bed
; rather, it was because his wife, ever since she started practicing Tangya Tantric Yoga with a certain Tibetan master, had begun promoting
theories about sexual power. She claimed these were closely guarded secrets of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, and that a person's sex life and sexual power were mutually reinforcing.
If one aspect of energy is overused, it will affect the reserves in another aspect. Therefore, according to this
theory, the best sexual cycle is once a month to ensure the quality of sex and benefit the health of both
partners .

Because of this bizarre theory, Cui Guanzhong had accumulated nearly a month's worth of energy, and tonight he was
determined release it. Thinking of this, his lower body felt a surge of heat, and a large bulge appeared at the crotch of his Armani trousers.

Sister Yin's eyes lit up, and she reached out to touch it. Just then, the clock struck 6 o'clock, and Cui Guanzhong
jumped up from his chair as if he were on springs, the bulge making Sister Yin's hand go numb.

Ignoring Sister Yin's half-joking, half-serious complaints, Cui Guanzhong left with a "Let's talk next week" and rushed out
of the office. It was more like running than walking; less than three minutes later, his black Phaeton was driving out of the National Development and Reform Commission
compound.

As expected, Cui Guanzhong's Phaeton got stuck in traffic as soon as it was about to exit the overpass. He could see
the lights of Century Place flashing two kilometers away, but the endless stream of cars was so dense that only those with wings could fly through it.
The Phaeton of course, couldn't fly, so Cui Guanzhong could only watch helplessly as the car crawled along at a snail's pace.

He glanced at his watch; the hands on his silver Vacheron Constantin were already pointing to 7:40.
There was less than half an hour left until his wife's deadline. But what could he do while stuck in traffic? He couldn't very well abandon the car
and walk . If only he had left earlier this afternoon, if only that Sister Yin hadn't been so clingy. Why couldn't
he bring himself to ask her out? His wife always said he was a pushover, even less assertive than her. But
don't let her slender frame fool you, she has quite the temper. Since they got married, she's
made all the decisions at home. His friends tease him behind his back, but he doesn't care. The more the woman you love tries
to control you, the more she loves you. Besides, letting her make the decisions is so much easier; she won't fly out of his grasp anyway.

The traffic moved forward slightly, then stopped again. Cui Guanzhong rolled down the window of his Phaeton, lit
a cigarette, and let out a satisfied sigh. Although they were on an elevated highway, the purple dwarf cherry trees along the roadside brought
a refreshing fragrance. He thought to himself that these roads are getting more and more upscale these days, not only demanding high-quality traffic but
also aesthetic appeal. Maybe he should just let Sister Yin's company take over that project.

The Phaeton was positioned at the innermost edge of the elevated highway. Cui Guanzhong could clearly see
the traffic flow , even though it was only a few meters away. The traffic below was already congested, but cars on the elevated highway could
drive straight after getting off, while those on the ordinary roads had to take a long detour. He couldn't help but feel glad he had chosen the elevated highway instead of his
usual route on the ordinary roads.

He finished his cigarette, but the car hadn't moved an inch. Feeling a bit bored, Cui Guanzhong stared at the orange
Land Rover , wondering who had chosen such a flashy color. His requirements for a car had
always been quality, feel, and understated elegance, which was why he had chosen an imported Phaeton. His wife had complained about it many times, and every time he drove it, people who didn't
know its value mistook it for a Passat. But he didn't care. A car is just for transportation; as long as he was comfortable driving it, that was enough
. Besides, for someone in his position, being understated only had advantages, no disadvantages.

But his wife wasn't buying it. She always believed in enjoying life, and the
traditional virtue of eating as much as you can was considered old-fashioned in her eyes. After they got married, she became even more critical of their Phaeton. Cui Guanzhong
bought her a BMW Mini Coupe, but after two years, she complained that it was too small and lacked class. Now she had her eye on
the new Range Rover Evoque and kept urging him to go to the dealership to look at it. However, he was a little skeptical. Although
they weren't short of money, he felt that changing cars every few days was a bit of an overreaction, so he always made
excuses to put it off.

But after carefully examining the orange Range Rover, he started to agree with his wife's idea. The car not only had
a powerful appearance but also a high chassis and a spacious interior. Most importantly, the rear seats were very roomy. If he
were to take his wife out for a drive to a secluded spot and have some fun in the car, he really needed
a . "Okay," he thought, "I'll order a white one next week, my wife's favorite, as an anniversary gift."

The thought of having sex in a car stirred something within Cui Guanzhong. He suddenly felt the orange Land Rover vibrate
slightly Was it an earthquake?

No, wait, the golden Buddha on the Phaeton's hood was perfectly still, its mouth agape. Aside from floods and sandstorms, Beijing
wouldn't experience an earthquake for another eight hundred years.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Indeed, the orange Land Rover was vibrating slightly,
a stark contrast to the surrounding motionless vehicles. Were people really having sex in a car stuck in traffic? That
was a rare sight indeed.

Due to his position, Cui Guanzhong could clearly see the front of the car. A
streetlamp cast a dim yellow light onto the Land Rover, but the driver's seat was empty. Where had the person
gone?

Just then, the traffic ahead shifted slightly, and the Phaeton moved forward half a meter. He could just turn around and see the back of
the Land Rover , but due to the dim light, he could only see two blurry white shadows moving about.

The front seats of the Land Rover were tilted forward, revealing two slender white pillars arranged in a V-shape against
the back of the front seats, resembling a woman's legs. Two round, white shapes in the middle were swaying back and forth
. Cui Guanzhong thought they looked like a man's bare buttocks, the man's buttocks moving rapidly, causing
the two slender white legs to sway involuntarily. Cui Guanzhong was dumbfounded. This couple was incredibly bold. Although
the Land Rover had privacy shutters on both sides of the windows, they were still so engrossed
in their activities . Their composure was truly admirable.

The couple played for about 10 minutes, still moving and frolicking. However ,
the traffic in front of them began to slow down, and the cars behind them started honking impatiently. Only then did the couple separate their
intertwined bodies. The man pulled up his pants and climbed back into the driver's seat to continue driving. The woman, however, didn't rush to put on her clothes. Instead, she
first placed one leg on the front seat, then moved the other leg, bringing her buttocks and lower body forward before finally sitting
down. Throughout the process, the woman's lower body was completely naked. Her white legs were long and straight,
and although her buttocks were not very fleshy, they were round and perky. Her waist was so slender that it could not be grasped with one hand. Just looking at her body, one could tell that she was a top-quality woman
. Cui Guanzhong couldn't help but swallow.

The man had a slicked-back, bald head, his fleshy face beaded with sweat, and a long goatee.
He wore a pink Tang-style robe, making him look like a wealthy Shanxi banker from
a TV drama .

The woman, after settling into the front seat, didn't rush to dress. Instead, she took a zebra-print shawl and wrapped it
around her upper body, which was only covered by a silver bra. Her long hair cascaded down her chest, obscuring her features, but one could see
a small, oval face, narrow shoulders, slender arms and legs, and fair skin—exactly the
type Cui Guanzhong liked.

The Land Rover drove forward a short distance, and the woman disappeared from Cui Guanzhong's view. Suddenly,
a woman's hand emerged from the passenger seat. The hand was long and white, with black nail polish on the fingertips, which, under the light,
resembled five small insects with black heads and long, snow-white bodies.

The next action was completely unexpected by Cui Guanzhong. The five snow-white centipedes slowly moved towards the long-bearded man's
crotch , then crawled into his pants. After some churning, they pulled something
out of his trousers.

The Land Rover moved forward a little, and the light began to dim. The woman's slender
, white were grasping the long-bearded man's penis. Sometimes, like a reptile, they wrapped around his large
penis, twitching and writhing; other times, like a fleshy car gearshift, they slowly and
forcefully controlling the shifting of gears. The long-bearded man was clearly aroused by the woman's hands. He placed his hand
on the woman's hair, as if pressing her head down. The woman obediently moved her head up and down with the force of his hand. When
she lowered her head, it was almost touching the long-bearded man's thigh, indicating that his penis had already penetrated deep into her mouth.
Wasn't this the legendary deep throat?

Watching the couple so uninhibited and having so much fun, Cui Guanzhong felt a little itchy.
How wonderful it would be if he could have a similar experience with his wife someday! He imagined himself driving along a highway, pretending to
be serious, while his goddess-like wife reached down to his crotch, using her long, slender, white
fingers to grasp his penis and vigorously stroke it, then biting it with her cherry-like lips to give him
oral sex . How pleasurable that would be! Just thinking about it made his crotch bulge.

But this was just a dream. Forget about having sex in a car in the countryside; even his wife's lips couldn't grant his
penis the privilege of a taste. He'd mentioned it a few times, but each time his wife would
reject him with disgust. In her eyes, sex was only about the contact between male and female genitalia; anything more
was unclean, let alone having his wife use her lips to touch his genitals.

Cui Guanzhong suppressed his reverie and came back to his senses, continuing to look at the Land Rover. He noticed that the bald man had probably already
ejaculated under the woman's deep throat. The woman's head was raised, and she had one hand on her mouth, making
a . Then, under the car's interior light,
she raised her finger, revealing what looked like snot stuck to her black nail, appearing white under the light. The woman seemed to be saying something to the bald man as she raised her finger, then
withdrew it and put it into her bright red mouth, sucking and kissing it as if savoring something delicious. Although Cui Guanzhong
couldn't see the woman's face, he could imagine her lewd and wanton state at that moment.

At this moment, the traffic jam that had been blocking Cui Guanzhong's way for half a day began to move in an orderly manner. Although he was still hoping to
see the drama unfold, he knew that if he delayed any longer, the cars behind him would start cursing. The Phaeton started to catch up with the cars in front, and he guessed that the most
congested period had passed. This last stretch of road went smoothly, and when the Phaeton entered the Century Place
parking lot , it was exactly 7:40 PM. Thinking that he wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of his wife leaving, Cui Guanzhong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The revolving restaurant on the top floor of Century Place is open-air, and the circular hall is filled with flowers and trees.
Cui Guanzhong's reserved seat was on the outer edge of the row of seats, sitting at a mahogany table covered with a white tablecloth,
with . On the other side of the table was a tempered glass railing, beyond which was
the night sky 58 stories high. Such seats usually need to be reserved a week in advance, but of course, Cui Guanzhong only
needed to make a phone call. Places like this usually have a few seats reserved for special clients.

A waiter in a white shirt and black vest brought over a glass of iced water. Cui Guanzhong took a small sip; the cool, refreshing
sensation completely relaxed him. He crossed his legs and began to plan what he would say to his wife later,
but a burst of loud laughter and noise interrupted his reverie.

To his right, across a table, a group of men and women in their twenties were laughing and joking. Two men and two women sat at the small
table A tall, thin young man wore a floral shirt, his long, messy hair dyed a dark brown.
The shorter, stouter young man next to him had his head shaved except for a small tuft styled into
an onion . The two girls beside them were slender with thin arms and legs, slim figures, scantily clad, and
heavily made up.

The blond-haired guy was gesturing wildly and talking, while Onion Head nodded in agreement,
busily pouring him drinks. The two girls were each busy taking selfies with their brick-sized Samsung phones, posting on Weibo and
WeChat. All four of them were constantly smoking, making the area smoky. Cui Guanzhong
frowned ; how could Century Place be so poorly managed these days, letting in these low-class, nouveau riche young men?
Just then, a waiter walked over, bending down as if to advise them to stop smoking. After a while, the
four reluctantly extinguished their cigarettes.

Before he knew it, 8:00 PM had passed, and his usually punctual wife hadn't appeared. Cui Guanzhong was getting
restless and started dialing her number, but all he heard was a busy signal. Had something happened to his wife
?

Thinking of this, Cui Guanzhong couldn't help but blame himself for not calling to ask where she was sooner
. However, his wife always hated him asking about her whereabouts, because she saw it as disrespectful.
Before their marriage, she had solemnly told him that she despised men who constantly asked questions. A man who only knew how
to control his wife all day would never amount to anything. Even after marriage, couples needed their own
space, and constantly invading each other's privacy would only damage their relationship.

About 20 minutes later, just as Cui Guanzhong was on pins and needles, almost ready to call the police,
the beautiful figure he had been longing for emerged from the elevator in the lobby.

The revolving restaurant wasn't very brightly lit, so Leng Xiaoying, emerging from the shadows of trees and flowers, was
bathed a silvery moonlight, making her appear even more like a fairy descended from the Moon Palace, cold and captivating.

She was only 26 years old, at the peak of her womanly beauty and figure. At 176 cm tall, she
was outstanding even among the women of Beijing. Her standard weight of 88 kg made her figure appear even more slender, with long, beautiful legs
that made up most of her height. Combined with her incredibly thin waist, she could charm any
man , and Cui Guanzhong was the one who was completely captivated.

He remembered that first night, when he held his wife's slender waist and her long legs wrapped around it
, he was so aroused by her stunning beauty that he almost ejaculated. His wife later questioned his sexual
ability, to which he replied that if this was a problem, then all men in the world would be
. His wife, however, seemed quite satisfied with this answer.

Today, she wore a black lace blouse, her snow-white skin faintly visible beneath the sheer lace,
revealing glimpses of her gold silk bra. The lace-trimmed round neckline exposed her exquisitely beautiful
collarbones and a glimpse of her soft, white breasts. Of course, cleavage was out of the question; her secondary sexual characteristics
were merely for proving her gender. Three thin chains of varying lengths hung from her flat, white chest,
and six delicate rings adorned each of her slender, white wrists.

These necklaces and bracelets, some gold and some silver, were brought back by her wife from her trip to Tibet last year. They
were supposedly blessed by the highest-ranking Living Buddha of the Tang Dynasty's Tantric Buddhism, and were considered amulets capable of warding off evil .
However, despite this claim, Cui Guanzhong had yet to see any effect from the chains. Nevertheless, his wife had always liked
these artistic trinkets, and Cui Guanzhong thought they looked quite good on her, possessing an inexplicable
allure.

The wife wore a pine-green ankle-length gauze skirt, the hem of which reached her ankles. As she walked,
the flowing skirt was constantly moved by the wind, revealing her pair of fair and slender legs. The skirt pulled up
just above her waist, making her slender waist seem almost broken. Her legs were exceptionally long and straight.
Her delicate ankles were encased in a pair of gold pointed low-heeled shoes, the narrow toes of which revealed
most of snow-white and slender insteps.

At this moment, this graceful figure, like a fairy from the moon palace, swayed her hips and walked with the catwalk-like gait of a runway model
towards Cui Guanzhong. Cui Guanzhong had once jokingly remarked that his wife loved to walk like a catwalk
even when she was just strolling around, saying it was a waste that she wasn't a model. He meant to praise her charm, but his words unexpectedly caused her
to change her expression immediately. She said that models were low-class women, and her man shouldn't
compare her to models, leaving Cui Guanzhong to apologize and coax her for a long time before calming her down.

As Leng Xiaoying approached, Cui Guanzhong stood up to greet her. He extended his arms to embrace
his wife, but she elegantly turned halfway around, her black quilted Chanel chain bag
blocking their way. Cui Guanzhong missed his embrace and felt somewhat embarrassed. He then used his outstretched hand to
pull out a chair for his wife, gentlemanly helping her sit down before returning to his own seat.

During their brief encounter, Cui Guanzhong noticed a strong perfume on his wife. He recognized it as Christian Dior
's "Poison," not her usual Chanel No. 5 or the light and fresh "Chance." However, Cui
Guanzhong didn't dwell on why his usually observant wife had suddenly changed her perfume. He noticed her
complexion was different from usual; her normally
pale slightly disheveled, and her delicate skin shimmered under the light, as if she still had
traces of sweat or tears.

"Ying, what's wrong? Were you feeling unwell? You were sweating." Cui Guanzhong
asked with concern.

"No, I'm fine. I left a little late today, and the traffic was terrible, so I ran to catch the elevator
. I'm a little out of breath," his wife explained with a smile.

His wife's words dispelled Cui Guanzhong's last doubts. He chuckled and called over a waiter, and the two began ordering while chatting
.

Cui Guanzhong's gaze never left his wife. It wasn't surprising; any man who had seen Leng Xiaoying
would be captivated by her beauty.

Her face was a small, oval shape, with a pointed chin like that of a Korean star, though
most Korean actresses have had cosmetic procedures. Her skin was naturally creamy white, and after marriage, she
maintained herself at beauty salons, making it even more radiant and rosy. Two delicate eyebrows were finely etched on her small,
fair forehead.

These eyebrows were probably the only part of her body she had ever had work done. Dissatisfied with her original, somewhat thick eyebrows,
she had spent 80,000 yuan on a full eyebrow embroidery procedure. But it was absolutely worth it; the embroidered eyebrows
were long and thin, making her large, expressive eyes even more alluring and captivating.

Her nose was delicate and straight, with a slightly upturned tip, and thin nostrils, giving her a playful and
cute . Her lips were perfectly shaped, equally thin, and usually pursed in a somewhat aloof manner,
completely concealing her neat, white teeth. Half of her reputation as a "cold beauty" came from these thin lips.

Today, she wore bright red lip gloss, and her shoulder-length hair, highlighted with golden shimmer, cascaded
smoothly . Two strands of hair from her temples were swept back and
held in place with a white enamel camellia-shaped hair clip, making her look like a retro-style artistic goddess.

A few strands of bangs obscured her eyebrows, and her long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly in the shadows, making it impossible to see
her expression. Cui Guanzhong only noticed that his wife seemed somewhat restless today. She appeared to be
looking at the menu intently, but her mind wasn't really on it.

Actually, there was no need to look at the menu so carefully. Cui Guanzhong and his wife had already discussed tonight's dishes
. On such a special day, his wife definitely wanted French food; otherwise, they wouldn't have driven so
far to come here. However, Cui Guanzhong patiently waited for his wife to finish looking at the menu.

Although they were half an hour late, the food came out quickly.

Oysters, bouillabaisse, and foie gras steak arrived in turn, accompanied by a creamy shrimp soup and a bottle of 1988 Luzhou Laojiao liquor.
Vale Valley sweet white wine. My wife has always been very particular about food, especially French cuisine. She's very strict about which wine to pair with which
food : sparkling wine for appetizers, dry white wine for oysters, sweet white wine for foie gras, and
red wine for meat.

These might seem tedious or troublesome to others, but to her, they're perfectly normal
. That's just how high her standards of quality of life are. Cui Guanzhong grew up in a military compound,
and although he's always been pampered, he's not as particular about food as his wife. To reach or approach
her level of taste, he put in a lot of effort before and after marriage to learn Western etiquette, and now he's quite accomplished.

"Ying, did the flowers arrive on time today? Nothing went wrong, right?" Cui Guanzhong
asked .

"Oh, well… not bad." Leng Xiaoying seemed a little distracted. She was
acting differently today; from the moment she sat down until the end of the meal, her gold iPhone 5s on her right kept ringing
.

Cui Guanzhong had grown accustomed to the buzz on Weibo and WeChat. His wife's Weibo account had always garnered
a large following. Since her days on Douban, Leng Xiaoying had become one of the most well-known literary and artistic goddesses in China.
Now, having moved to Sina Weibo, a platform known for its celebrity-driven content, her verified account, "Leng Xiaoying, who rides her dreams," had
quickly gained millions of followers. Most of these followers were men who admired her beauty and talent.
Even a few words from his wife could be retweeted tens of thousands of times. She generously posted selfies of her daily
life , further fueling the fans' fervent praise. Sometimes, Cui Guanzhong couldn't help but complain that he
knew less about his wife's whereabouts and activities than her fans did. To this, Leng Xiaoying would simply
smile and say, "You can follow me too! Just browse Weibo and you'll know. Isn't that convenient?"

"Honey, thank you for the flowers." His wife seemed to notice Cui Guanzhong's displeasure and replied with a smile. Her usually
cold and beautiful face blossomed into a radiant smile, revealing a row of pearly white teeth through her large, petal-like lips. Her voice
held a sweetness rarely seen in her voice.

"I will only love you for the rest of my life. You always understand me so well." His wife's beautiful red lips parted slightly,
but what excited Cui Guanzhong even more was that his effort in choosing the flowers had finally paid off.
"Only one flower for one person in a lifetime"—that was the florist's slogan, and his wife clearly liked his way of expressing
his feelings . That's why she said he understood her. His wife had never said anything like that before; she
had always been searching for a soulmate, the kind of partner that's so popular these days.

The distance between them seemed to have been broken by their conversation, and their exchange became smoother
. Cui Guanzhong, as always, guided the conversation with his humorous and erudite manner, while his wife mostly
listened with a smile, occasionally interjecting with a witty remark or two about popular internet phrases. Time gradually passed as the plates
emptied, and the bottle of Loire Valley sweet white wine was only a third full.

As Leng Xiaoying's thin red lips parted slightly, the last small piece of foie gras disappeared behind her two rows of neat white teeth
. Then she picked up her wine glass and took a small sip, her swallowing posture incredibly elegant. Cui Guanzhong felt the time
was right , raised his right hand and gestured. A waiter who had been waiting for a long time brought over a
plate covered with a silver lid, the white satin rim of which was sprinkled with pink rose petals. Seeing his wife's surprised expression, Cui
Guanzhong was very pleased. He had arrived early and arranged everything for this effect.

"Ying, close your eyes, open them in three seconds." His wife obediently closed her beautiful, autumn-water-like eyes.
Once her long, brush-like eyelashes were completely closed, Cui Guanzhong gently removed the silver lid.

"1, 2, 3," his wife counted, pouting her bright red lips. She eagerly opened her eyes,
then covered her mouth with her small hand, a look of surprise on her face.

In the center of the white satin on the silver plate lay two rose gold chains, their delicate bodies shaped like double-ringed snakes
. At the center of each chain was a gold pendant in the shape of the Arabic numeral "6," each pendant
set with a 2-carat pink diamond. The two sparkling gems shone brilliantly under the light,
reflecting the wife's wide-open eyes and undisguised joy.

Cui Guanzhong was very satisfied with the effect. Knowing he should strike while the iron was hot, he gently picked up the chain, held it in his hand,
tore off the "Tiffany" tag, and held it up to his wife. In an incredibly gentle voice, he said, "My dear,
today is our sixth anniversary. I hope our love can be like this diamond, forever
pure , flawless, and unwavering." Cui Guanzhong's words and the two sparkling diamonds completely moved Leng Xiaoying. She
desperately covered her mouth, as if trying to hold back tears, but her beautiful eyes were already glistening with
tears.

Then, a warm, jade-like body, enveloped in the scent of "poison," slipped into Cui Guanzhong's arms. Cui Guanzhong felt
a few strands of soft hair brush against his cheek, and two moist, warm lips pressed heavily against his own.

Before he could react and return the kiss, their warm, fragrant lips parted, and his wife's dew-kissed face was
right in front of him. She held her face with her slender hand and said excitedly, "My dear, meeting you is the greatest happiness of my life. I
love you, I will always love you."

After they embraced and exchanged heartfelt words, Cui Guanzhong led Leng Xiaoying back to her chair. Then, he knelt on one knee,
grasped his wife's left ankle, and gently lifted it.

His wife obediently raised her leg until it reached Cui Guanzhong's kneeling chin. As her left leg rose, a corner
of her pine-green gauze skirt was lifted, revealing her long, slender, white legs. Cui Guanzhong gently
removed her gold pointed-toe low-heeled shoes from her feet.

His wife's feet, completely exposed to the air, were incredibly slender. Her thin feet were so white that
the veins beneath the skin were visible. Each of her five toenails was painted black, their rounded, white flesh resembling tiny white
silkworms. Her second toe was half a meter longer than her big toe—a typical Greek foot, a trait only found in truly beautiful women
.

These jade-like feet were Cui Guanzhong's favorite. Whenever they were in the top position, he would
grasp them, kneading and licking them before pressing them against his chest to ejaculate.

However, the current time and place were not suitable for leisurely enjoying his wife's feet. Cui Guanzhong reluctantly moved away...
He opened his eyes, then picked up a gold chain and carefully placed it on his wife's ankle, then did
the same

on the other ankle. Soon, two gold chains adorned his wife's delicate ankles, the two diamonds
sparkling as she moved her legs. His wife happily struck various poses with her feet and even took photos with her phone.

Although Cui Guanzhong seemed happy, he appeared somewhat dazed.
When he was helping Leng Xiaoying put on the anklets, he had inadvertently caught
a glimpse of a white light flashing on the inner thigh between her crossed, white legs. Cui Guanzhong knew it was the reflection of his wife's fair skin under the light.

However, he was uneasy because he hadn't seen
any trace . Had his wife been sitting naked
across from him the entire time she'd entered the room?

The thought was absurd. Cui Guanzhong shook his head, trying to banish it from his mind. No,
his wife always paid great attention to her appearance and style; she would never do something so illogical.

A thought flashed through his mind: perhaps she was wearing a thong. Thongs are so small and cling to the skin, it's normal not to
see underwear lines. She probably wore
such sexy underwear for their passionate night, just to surprise him. Thinking this, Cui Guanzhong's worries
vanished, and he looked forward to what was to come.

The main course was finished; dessert was red wine-braised pears and chocolate cream puffs. Leng Xiaoying ordered a mojito.

Cui Guanzhong ordered a latte, watching his wife's bright red lips part slightly, her neat, white teeth gently biting into
the cream puff, a few drops of white cream from the puff smearing at the corner of her mouth, like a man's ejaculation.

Cui Guanzhong felt another surge of heat in his lower body. Just as he was about to make a joke, a sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen. Could it be
something wrong with the oysters today? Was his digestive system still not used to raw food?

Although his wife repeatedly emphasized that truly high-end cuisine features a high proportion of raw ingredients,
and that the essence of French and Japanese cuisine lies in raw food to truly appreciate the original flavor of fresh ingredients,

Cui Guanzhong's stomach, prepared for traditional Chinese food, hadn't yet caught up with international trends. So, today,
it protested on schedule again. Cui Guanzhong had no choice but to tell his wife and get up to go to the restroom.

The Century Place restroom, like the entire building, was luxuriously decorated and spacious. Each individual
stall was twice the size of a regular restroom, with pleasing green plants adorning the long black marble sink, and
a single mirror reaching the ceiling. Cui Guanzhong found a spot near the sink, and as soon as he squatted down,
a , followed by the expulsion of a thin, porridge-like substance.

Today's problem was quite significant. Cui Guanzhong felt he had almost finished defecating, but when he stood up,
the urge returned, causing him to repeatedly stand up and sit down. He finally decided to sit on the toilet until the foreign object in his stomach was expelled. Fortunately,
the toilets here were all Japanese Arrow brand, the same brand as his home, so sitting for a long time wasn't uncomfortable. However,
the contents of his stool smelled rather unpleasant, so he simply lit a cigarette and smoked.

He hadn't been squatting for long when he heard a series of noisy footsteps near the door, accompanied by two voices.
The footsteps reached the urinal, and then he heard the sound of two streams of water gushing out.

The voices became clearer at this point, and one of them, somewhat muffled, said, "Brother Xiang, are you sure that
beautiful woman is the one you met at the Soho bar last time?"

"How could I be wrong? I'm 100% sure it's that slut. I even have her WeChat account,"
another voice chimed in, a high-pitched, thin voice like a duck's quack.

"That slut's got a really hot body, long, straight, white legs, a small face, a pointed chin,
and especially that look in her eyes. I recognized her the moment she walked in," the hoarse voice continued,
seemingly talking about some woman.

"Then why didn't she even acknowledge you when you whistled at her earlier?" the muffled voice asked.

"You don't know anything," the hoarse voice snapped, as if his authority had been challenged.

"That slut's a total show-off. Don't let her usual goddess-like demeanor fool you; when she
really lets loose, she's more wanton than any prostitute. Last time at the Soho bar, a few
rich guys grabbed her and forced her to drink four bottles of Black Label. Drunk, she went completely wild, even climbing onto the table and jumping around taking off her clothes,
showing everyone her cunt."

"You saw her cunt?" the muffled voice asked, a hint of doubt in it. At this point, their voices became
clearer; they must have walked to the sink and were washing their hands as they spoke.

"Of course! She looked all cultured before, but then she lifted her skirt, and
damn, she was completely naked underneath. All she wore was a thong and her pubic hair was showing. Her two plump, white, tender vulvas were soaked with
juices , she was incredibly slutty."

"Really? I think she's my goddess. I'd be so
grateful ."

"Tch, you're so pathetic. Just touching her isn't enough. I'll show you
what it's like to be a goddess today."

Their voices faded into the distance, until only faint whispers of "send a WeChat message" and "come over
now .

Cui Guanzhong shook his head. Young people these days have so many new things to do—WeChat, Momo,
Shake, Drift Bottle. Cui Guanzhong had WeChat installed, but only so
he could leave messages for his wife when she didn't answer the phone.

Cui Guanzhong tidied himself up at the sink, feeling refreshed after his diarrhea, and stepped out of
the restroom . Near the door, he saw two young men dressed in a non-mainstream style—
the same two who had caused the disturbance earlier. They were huddled together, fiddling with their phones; he guessed they were the ones talking in the restroom
.

When Cui Guanzhong returned to his seat with light steps, he found Leng Xiaoying wasn't there
.

He paused, looked around, and, not seeing his wife, beckoned a waiter. The waiter explained that
his wife had left five minutes earlier, walking in another direction with her bag. Since Cui
Guanzhong was a VIP customer, they couldn't approach her.

Cui Guanzhong was puzzled. What had happened to his wife? She hadn't even said goodbye. Just as he was about
to call her, a text message came in. It was from his wife: "Honey, my stomach is a little upset too..."
"I'm not feeling well, I just went to the restroom. Don't worry, sit down and wait for me, okay?"

The restrooms on the top floor of Century Place are separated by gender, with the women's restroom in the opposite direction from the men's. That's why Cui
Guanzhong didn't see his wife when he came out. It turned out she had gone to the restroom in the other direction. Cui Guanzhong
breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sent her a text message to reassure her that he would wait in the same spot. His wife didn't
reply .

The scent of Leng Xiaoying's perfume still lingered in the air, but her figure was nowhere to be seen. Cui Guanzhong felt a little
empty, so he picked up his Samsung Galaxy Note II and refreshed his wife's Weibo. The most recent
post was 10 minutes ago, with only one line: "Sixth anniversary with my dearest, do you know where we are
?"

This Weibo post had been reposted more than 2,000 times, with most comments being words of envy and blessings. Many people
were speculating about the identity of the man in the photo, which made Cui Guanzhong feel as refreshed as eating ice cream on a hot June day.

After reading the comments on Weibo, Cui Guanzhong noticed that ten minutes had passed and his wife still hadn't returned. He couldn't help but pick up
his phone and dial again, but no one answered. He dialed again, and finally the answer button turned
red . There was no voice on the other end, but instead, a hissing sound followed by several "
pfft" sounds, somewhat like someone farting. The sounds repeated rhythmically. Cui Guanzhong, unsure what was wrong
with his wife , anxiously called her name.

"Xiaoying, are you there? Xiaoying, what's wrong?" After a while, his wife's voice finally came through
the receiver .

"Honey, ah, I'm fine, just a little upset stomach, it'll be alright in a bit." His wife's voice was
somewhat muffled, as if she had something in her mouth.

"Really? I saw you in the bathroom for so long, I was worried something might have happened to you," Cui Guanzhong
asked worriedly.

"It's okay, really, don't worry, darling, I'll be out soon." His wife's voice suddenly became
clearer, but her tone carried a hint of coquettishness.

"Are you sure you're okay? Should I send a waiter in to check?"
Something about his wife on the phone sounded off to Cui Guanzhong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"No, no, I'm really fine. Don't send anyone over."

"Ah..." His wife's words were barely out of her mouth when she let out a soft moan, the last syllable drawn out, indicating
she was in pain, yet the trembling tone also seemed to carry a hint of pleasure.

"What's wrong, Ying? I'll call someone right now!" Cui Guanzhong was genuinely worried this time.

"I said no, and I mean no. Do you want people to come and laugh at me?" His wife's voice suddenly became
incredibly calm, her tone returning to normal.

"I just had a little pain in my buttocks when I was having sex." Her voice suddenly softened
, carrying a hint of shyness.

"But it's much better now. I'll be out in 10 minutes, honey, wait for me, love you."
His wife said sweetly at the end, ending the call before Cui Guanzhong could reply.

Although Cui Guanzhong wanted to ask more questions, he knew that given Leng Xiaoying's temper, her last
sentence was practically an order. He knew that if he continued with any more rambling, he would only anger her. However, he figured she was
probably having an upset stomach and diarrhea. Someone as image-conscious as her wouldn't want
others to see her in such a state, so it was best not to bother her and let her sort herself out first.

Scrolling through Leng Xiaoying's past Weibo posts, Cui Guanzhong gradually understood why his wife was so keen on
showcasing herself on various social media platforms.

Indeed, on these platforms, she could fully display her meticulously crafted image as a perfect goddess.
Every smile, every word, perfectly reflected her innate beauty and her fresh,
artistic talent, always captivating her fans who fell head over heels for her.

As for the praise, flattery, and even flirting from various male fans, his wife ignored them all with disdain.
It could be said that his wife on Weibo was even more unapproachable than in real life, which only highlighted her cold and
resolute nature . Men are inherently perverse; the more a woman rejects them, the more infatuated they become. If that
woman is also a stunning beauty, they might even kneel before her, worshipping her as
their goddess.

A burst of noisy laughter interrupted Cui Guanzhong's thoughts. He noticed that the two wealthy
young men near the door had returned and were flirting with their female companions. He wondered what they had been doing earlier
; they seemed quite happy.

Cui Guanzhong noticed that their shirts, which had been tucked into their trousers, were now hanging out. The two men quickly
disappeared into the elevator, each with a female companion. Before leaving, the blond-haired guy glanced at Cui Guanzhong a few times,
his eyes filled with provocation. However, Cui Guanzhong was happy to see this group of non-mainstream individuals leave this elegant
place and didn't bother to argue with them.

About five minutes later, Leng Xiaoying gracefully returned from the direction of the women's restroom. Cui Guanzhong
hurriedly took her hand and asked what was wrong. His wife simply said she was alright, then said she felt a little tired
and wanted to rest early. Cui Guanzhong naturally complied, leading her out of the revolving restaurant.

The elevator was a bit crowded, and several couples were also getting off. To avoid crowding his wife, Cui Guanzhong stood in the middle
, letting her stand a little in front of him, almost touching the elevator door. Even so, almost
all the men had their eyes fixed on his wife. It's no wonder they were lustful; his wife's beauty
was probably unmatched within a hundred miles. How could these men not be excited to ride an elevator with her?

As Cui Guanzhong pondered, he admired Leng Xiaoying's back. His wife's figure was perfect even from behind
; her narrow, delicate shoulders were captivating, and her shoulder blades supported her lace top, forming a graceful curve. Her long, white legs were faintly visible beneath her pine-
green long skirt, all pleasing to the eye.

Wait a minute, Cui Guanzhong noticed something was amiss. When his wife came in, her long hair was tied back with a
camellia hairpin, but now her hair was completely down,
and the hairpin was gone. Moreover, there seemed to be a few tiny green leaves stuck to her golden hair. Cui Guanzhong carefully removed them and saw
they were kumquat leaves. He vaguely remembered seeing a pot of kumquats in the men's restroom earlier. This discovery made
him uneasy.

Upon closer inspection, Cui Guanzhong noticed something amiss. There was a
small . Although not very deep, it was still quite noticeable against her translucent white skin.
And upon closer inspection, while her makeup hadn't changed, it was clear she had reapplied it; her lips and
eyebrows .

"Wife, did you touch up your makeup?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, it was a bit hot in the bathroom, so I touched it up when I came out. Honey, you're so thoughtful," Leng Xiaoying
said naturally, tossing her hair back.

Cui Guanzhong felt ashamed of his suspicions and quickly put his hand on his wife's slender waist,
whispering in her ear, "You're my beloved wife, of course I care about everything about you."

His wife seemed unusually cheerful, leaning back and nestling into his arms.

It was rare for Cui Guanzhong to see his wife so docile, especially since she was showing such dependence on him in front of everyone.
Overjoyed, he embraced her tightly, oblivious to the fact that they were in the cramped elevator and surrounded by
envious and stares.

The elevator landed on the 38th floor. Cui Guanzhong had already booked an executive king room at the Four Seasons Hotel in the same building. Stepping onto
the deep Persian carpet, Cui Guanzhong led Leng Xiaoying into room 3812.

This suite was one of Cui Guanzhong's many hideouts in Beijing. The couple were very familiar with its facilities
. The room was decorated in a luxurious American style. Upon entering, there was a large living room with heavy leather sofas and
fresh seasonal fruit on the coffee table. There was a large fireplace in front, though it wasn't lit at this time of year.
A door in the living room led to the bedroom. Once this door was closed, the only way to reach the bedroom was through the large
balcony . The bedroom had a soft nightlight on, and four
large, bulging pillows were piled on the clean, white bedding. As soon as Leng Xiaoying entered the room, she threw down her bag and flopped onto the bed like a little girl, hugging the pillows
and exclaiming how comfortable it was.

Seeing his wife's two fair and beautiful legs exposed under her pine green gauze dress, Cui Guanzhong felt a tickle in his heart and immediately pounced
on her, embracing her and trying to kiss her bright red lips.

His wife covered her mouth with her fingers, a little shyly saying, "Honey, I smelled a bit
bad . Let me take a shower first, okay?"

Cui Guanzhong then noticed that besides perfume, his wife did have a strange, indescribable odor.
It wasn't strong, but it smelled a bit like raw eggs, somewhat pungent. He casually agreed, "
Okay , let's shower together then."

His wife seemed hesitant, pouting, "No, you know I had an upset stomach earlier.
I don't want you to see those unsightly things."

Cui Guanzhong then realized his mistake and could only watch helplessly as his wife took a small bag from her purse and
went into the bathroom alone. Before closing the door, she gave him a wink, saying coquettishly, "Honey, be a good girl and wait in bed.
Don't move around. There'll be a surprise later."

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Cui Guanzhong began to imagine his wife's beautiful figure.
How wonderful it would be if he were in there too, taking a bath with her.

Unfortunately, his wife was perfect in every way except for her conservative attitude towards sex. He only dared to think about these sensual
things , afraid that if he brought them up, his wife would laugh at him for thinking about such things all day long.
But any man with such a beauty by his side would naturally think the same way, Cui Guanzhong
shook his head with a sigh.

His wife took a long time in the shower, and Cui Guanzhong was getting a little bored when he suddenly heard a text message
notification sound. This kind of ringtone was unique to his wife's iPhone.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw his wife's black quilted Chanel chain bag on the bedside table. Cui
Guanzhong looked at the fogged-up bathroom glass door, and a thought suddenly popped into his head. This thought was
probably the first time it had come to mind, and Cui Guanzhong was a little surprised himself. His wife always hated him touching or rummaging through her
personal belongings. If she found out that he had been looking into her bag, she would probably be furious.

The bathroom was filled with the gentle sound of running water and his wife humming a tune—
"In My Song" by her current favorite singer, Qu Wanting.

Cui Guanzhong composed himself, reached for his wife's Chanel chain bag, and opened it. The bag
wasn't sparsely filled, but gleaming was his wife's gold iPhone X. Cui Guanzhong picked up the phone, still
carrying his wife's fragrance, with a slightly trembling hand. The cool touch sobered him up considerably.

He glanced guiltily towards the bathroom; thankfully, he couldn't hear the water or the singing. Regaining his composure,
he pressed the home button, only to be met with an error message: his wife had already set up fingerprint unlock, and Cui Guanzhong
's finger was not eligible.

After several error messages, the iPhone 5s screen prompted him to enter a personal password to log in, otherwise it would be locked for 48 hours. Looking at
the nine-key numeric keypad, Cui Guanzhong hesitated. If he entered the wrong password, his wife would definitely find out he had touched her
phone. But giving up now seemed too much to ask; opportunities to use his wife's phone alone like this
were rare. An inner impulse also urged him on; for some reason, he felt
uneasy about his wife.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, but his ears were perked up, listening to the sounds from the bathroom. Cui Guanzhong knew he
didn't have much time left and had to make a decision quickly. After a moment's thought, he steeled himself and pressed
the six numbers "806080" on the virtual keypad. The iPhone 5s screen lit up immediately, displaying a vibrant home screen. Cui Guanzhong breathed
a sigh of relief; it seemed his guess that his wife would use her measurements as the unlock password had come true.

He eagerly opened his wife's text message interface. There were very few messages, mostly
promotional messages from beauty salons and gyms. The most recent one, sent just a few minutes ago, was from
an unknown number with the contact name "master." The message read: "The Dharma protectors will arrive on time.
Remember to give your husband that water first, and he'll be fine."

This message was puzzling, leaving Cui Guanzhong somewhat bewildered. Scrolling up, he saw several other messages
like this :

"master": "Tonight at midnight, the lotus platform will shine brightly, the six Dharma protectors will appear, and the consort will descend—are you
ready ?"

Wife: "My husband already has plans for tonight and can't get away."

"Master": "The time is set, don't miss it, it's your choice."

Wife: "Okay, I'll deal with my husband first, then you can come in. Room 3812, Century Sky Tower."

The conversation consisted of just a few messages, sent during Cui Guanzhong and his wife's meal.
What did his wife want to do with this "master"?

Cui Guanzhong couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why did his wife seem so obedient to this "master," even
telling him their room number for their date that night? What was their relationship?

These messages shattered Cui Guanzhong's long-held confidence. His wife wasn't as aloof as he thought;
at least from these messages, she seemed very humble in front of this "master." Was there
something ? Was his wife hiding something from him?

Cui Guanzhong glanced at the bathroom again; his wife showed no sign of coming out. He then opened his wife's WeChat
interface . His wife's WeChat was always logged in, so he could log in without a password.

As soon as he opened WeChat, a flood of friend requests hit him. These were all
from men, and their profile pictures were all different. However, it seemed his wife rarely responded to them.
The red circle above the little green icon showed 63 unread messages. Cui Guanzhong quickly scrolled through the chat history and
finally found a conversation from ten minutes ago. A profile picture of a Lamborghini bullhead car key, named
"Heartache for Your Heartache," sent a message:

"You slut, did my cock make you feel good just now? Come find me again when you're itchy down there." (20:59
, "Heartache for Your Heartache")

The message before this was from his wife, whose WeChat name was "Xiaoying Only Wants A, Not B." This WeChat
account wasn't his wife's on his friend list. When did his wife have another account? Why
hadn't she told him?

"I'm waiting in the men's restroom. Your husband just came out. Walk over from the women's side, but don't let him
see ." (20:35, "Heartache for Your Heartache")

"Where are you?" (20:35, "Xiaoying Only Wants A, Not B")

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm coming right now. Remember, it's only once." (20:35, "Xiaoying Only Wants A, Not
B")

"The one with the gold-rimmed glasses, looking so smug, is that your husband? Do you want him to see
how slutty you are in the bar? I'm right next to him. It'll only take two seconds to hand him my phone." (20:33,
"Heartache for Your Heartache")

"Call the police, haha? You try it. Before the police catch me, how many Weibo posts can I make?
If I just tag your main account, the number of reposts will be in the tens of thousands. Then your slutty pussy will become a divine artifact admired
by thousands ." (20:33, "Heartache for Your Heartache")

"You're dreaming. If you harass me again, I'll call the police." (20:32, "Xiaoying only wants A, not B")

"What? Of course, I want to fuck you. My dick gets rock hard the moment I see you. It's such a coincidence that we're
eating at the same place, so I have to use you to relieve my pent-up desire." (20:32, "Heartache for your heartache")

"What exactly do you want?" (20:32, "Xiaoying only wants A, not B")

"See? Now you believe me?

" (20:32, "Heartache for your heartache") "I happened to be under your skirt that day, I had a real feast for the eyes." (20:31, "Heartache for your
heartache ")

"Don't believe me? Do you want me to send you a picture to remind you?" (20:31, "Heartache for your heartache")

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who knows who you are? You're so boring." (20:31, "Xiaoying only wants A,
not B")

"Last month, at 2 AM in Soho Bar, your lewd dance moves made many people drool.
Have forgotten?" (8:30 PM, "Heartache for Your Heartache")

"Who is your alternate account? Quickly state your name. If you don't recognize me, I'll block you." (8:30 PM, "Xiaoying Only Wants A,
Not B")

"Beautiful lady, do you still remember me?" (8:30 PM, "Heartache for Your Heartache")

This "Heartache for Your Heartache" is not only vulgar and crude in his language, but also extremely shameless. However,
every speaks seems to carry a threat, as if he has some secret about his wife. What surprised Cui Guanzhong the most was
that his wife actually yielded to his threats. What exactly did this villain have that made
his wife, who was usually strong and decisive, become so cowardly?

During their WeChat conversation, a notification appeared indicating that an image had been received. However, the image
was now marked with a red cross and couldn't be found in his phone's photo album, likely deleted by his wife. Suddenly, Cui Guanzhong
remembered that iPhones have iCloud enabled, so he quickly logged into his cloud photo album. Sure enough, there was a
photo in the recent sync. Opening it, he was completely stunned.

The photo appeared to have been taken with an iPhone. Although the lighting was dim, the quality was still quite good.
The shimmering, colorful backlighting suggested it was taken in a nightclub, and what occupied over 90% of the frame was a woman's
dazzlingly genitals.

The woman's upper body is not in the photo; only her two bare, white thighs are visible as
she sits in on a table. Although her legs are bent, they don't appear bulky at all; her thighs
are straight and rounded, her calves slender and long. Her delicate, white ankles are encased in black rhinestone-strapped high-heeled sandals, the
heels likely over 7 centimeters high. Several rhinestone-encrusted straps reveal her slender, white feet, and her delicate
toes are decorated with French-style pink crystal manicures. The crystal-encrusted toenails and rhinestones on the sandals
sparkle under the phone's flash.

The woman's thighs are spread wide, like a frog squatting, completely exposing the area between
her legs to the camera. Below her flat, white abdomen is a small but
thick patch of pubic hair, which appears carefully groomed and extends in a heart shape to the top of her mons pubis.

This woman's mons pubis was very thick and plump, with her bright red labia majora bulging high, like two full and plump meat buns.
The two labia minora inside were particularly long, and the two fleshy lobes spread outward like butterfly wings, revealing the
bright red and tender flesh inside the mons pubis. That tender flesh was glistening with moisture and already covered with a lot of female secretions.
If you looked closely, you could see that there were also a lot of particularly long pubic hairs growing inside and outside the mons pubis. At this moment, these curly
hairs were covered with a clear liquid.

A slender, white arm extends downwards from the woman's abdomen. Her delicate, bamboo shoot-like hands
are spread wide and pressed are bent inwards and have disappeared into the bright red vulva.
A bulge has formed above her mons pubis, and it is clear that the two inserted fingers are forcefully digging into
the tender flesh inside. The most striking feature of the entire scene is the middle finger inserted into her mons pubis. On
the knuckle of the middle finger that is still sticking out, there is a ruby ring that is as red as blood. This ruby is at least 6
carats in size, dominating the entire knuckle, so much so that its golden band is difficult to see. This gem is like
a burning flame, dancing on the snow-white female body and the crimson vulva, emitting a strange light.

Cui Guanzhong was no stranger to the woman in the photo. From her long, white legs to her signature toes, from
her uniquely shaped pubic hair to her exquisite butterfly-shaped vulva, these were all
things that Cui Guanzhong had once cherished and was proud of. This woman, who spread her snow-white legs like an amphibian,
exposing the most private parts of her body that originally belonged only to Cui Guanzhong to the camera, was Leng Xiaoying. These extremely abnormal
behaviors were hard for Cui Guanzhong to believe. The wife he knew was so noble and elegant, and not to be looked at directly. But this
goddess, known for her fresh and artistic image, was wide open in the photo and
was masturbating .

What he found even more unacceptable was the pigeon blood ruby
ring on his wife's hand as she penetrated him. This million-dollar ruby was a top-quality ruby imported from Myanmar, produced only once every two years.
It was a wedding gift from Cui Guanzhong's mother, holding
immense sentimental value. Yet, his wife had treated this token of love so carelessly, not only wearing it while performing these
lewd and obscene acts but also letting it become stained with her own bodily fluids.

Cui Guanzhong's mind was in complete turmoil. When was this photo of his wife taken?

Judging from the angle of the photo, the photographer was likely directly beneath his wife's exposed genitals. His wife's body
language suggested she wasn't being forced or controlled, and there were no
signs of violence on her body. So why was this photo taken in such a place?

Cui Guanzhong recognized his wife's French-style smoky crystal manicure. He remembered hearing from her last month that
a new women's nail salon had opened in Wangdu, specializing in trendy French 3D crystal manicures. Not long after, he
saw his wife sporting the same sparkling crystal manicure, just like in this photo. Then
, the following Friday, his wife went out for dinner and beauty treatments with some female friends. She called late, saying they had drunk some red wine at
a friend's house, got a little drunk, and didn't go home, sleeping there instead. Could it be that
his wife had lied to him that day, while he was being photographed indecently at a nightclub?

But what puzzled Cui Guanzhong was why his wife wouldn't tell him about being blackmailed,
instead desperately trying to hide it from him, even at the cost of being manipulated. Like the WeChat message,
what did his wife do during the twenty minutes she was away from her seat at the Century Place revolving restaurant? Did she really go to the men's restroom?

Thinking of this, Cui Guanzhong could no longer sit still. He began rummaging through his wife's Chanel chain bag. The
bag wasn't very large, and his wife hadn't carried many things inside. Besides a white cosmetic bag, a green leather
wallet, a large shawl, there were only two pairs of unopened stockings and a small
bottle of "Tomson Health" Vitamin C.

Cui Guanzhong picked up the small bottle and shook it. It was only about half full. He unscrewed the white cap,
took out a few tablets, and smelled them. They were colorless and odorless, without the orange scent. When he looked at them under the light,
the size and quantity were quite different from what he usually took. They looked more like
the Marvelon .

Cui Guanzhong's heart sank. Ever since the wedding, his mother had been urging them to have a child, saying
she was getting old and still looking forward to holding her grandson. But he knew in his heart that Leng Xiaoying wasn't the kind of
woman who was happy to be a stay-at-home wife and mother. Before the wedding, she had made it clear to him that childbirth was the end of a woman's life.
No matter how good the medical technology, it couldn't undo the changes in her figure after childbirth, nor the psychological loss she would experience.
Therefore, Leng Xiaoying would not have a child before she turned 30, and there was no room for negotiation. So, after their marriage, they
had been taking Marvelon or having Cui Guanzhong use condoms for contraception.

However, after his father underwent heart bypass surgery last year, he gave a strict order upon returning home: they had to
have a child within two years, otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life if he passed away without seeing his grandson. For this reason,
his father, who had always been very lenient with his children, also made a condition: if Leng Xiaoying could get pregnant within two years, he would
change his original will and hand over the trust fund reserved for his grandson to the couple to manage ahead of schedule.

Perhaps seeing the old man's strong determination, his wife, unusually, stopped insisting on her principles, and the two of them
put in a lot of effort to have a baby. They had stopped taking birth control pills for over a year, but today
, he found those familiar pills in his wife's bag again. Why was his wife hiding the fact that she was still taking birth control pills? And why was she keeping them in
a bottle of vitamin C? It was clear she didn't want him to know. His wife was being so careful and secretive about contraception; there must be something fishy going
on .

Just then, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. His wife must be about to come out. Cui Guanzhong quickly put everything
back in his bag, arranging it exactly as he remembered it. After everything was back to normal, he lay back down on the bed,
pretending nothing had happened.

The bathroom door opened, and Leng Xiaoying appeared in the light. Her long, curly hair, still slightly damp from her bath, hung over her shoulders. Her fair skin, still warm from
the steam , had a vibrant peach-red hue. Besides a
black bra, large expanses of her snow-white skin were exposed. Cui Guanzhong's gaze shifted downwards to her slender hips, somewhat disbelieving his eyes. The white flesh of

his wife's narrow hip bones was fully exposed, with only a thin black strap running across her crotch, a small triangular piece of fabric covering her private area. Her distinctive heart-shaped pubic hair was also visible. Today, his wife was wearing a thong! This was completely unexpected for Cui Guanzhong; it was the first time he had ever seen his wife dressed so revealingly in front of him. His wife strode forward with her long, white legs, walking like a model until she stood before him, casually tossing her long, curly hair, letting a few fragrant drops of water fall.

She slapped it across Cui Guanzhong's face, and in a rarely used, coquettish tone, asked,

"Husband, am I beautiful?"

Even with lingering doubts about his wife, Cui Guanzhong was stunned by her allure, muttering
, "Beautiful, so beautiful."

His wife seemed to anticipate his answer, smiling sweetly, "Then do you love me?"

"I love you, I love you," Cui Guanzhong replied involuntarily, as if bewitched.

His wife lifted one long, white leg, stepping barefoot onto the edge of the bed, and stood
above Cui Guanzhong's head. She knelt near his chest, her two jade-like legs clamping his
head, her thong-bound crotch directly facing his eyes.

Her full, rosy labia were bulging,
the shadows of her two small butterfly-shaped labia visible within. This sensual and stimulating sight was enough to make one's nose bleed; Cui Guanzhong felt his lower body
begin to rise.

Suddenly, Cui Guanzhong's vision went black. His wife's bra, still carrying her scent, was pressed against his face.
He felt a pair of slender hands unbuttoning his clothes, and then a
pair of small but firm breasts pressed against his chest, their elastic nipples rubbing against his skin.

Judging from their erection, his wife was already aroused. Then, two warm, soft
lips pressed against his.

Cui Guanzhong involuntarily turned his mouth, his tongue slipping inside with a slight effort. The moist cavern inside awaited
his arrival; a warm, fleshy tongue met his, intertwining with his,
exchanging saliva.

His wife's tongue moved nimbly within Cui Guanzhong's mouth…

—The End—

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