[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 4-6

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Chapter 12 Minister Ning,

is there a dark river of desire in everyone's heart? Is it "May all the beauties of the world offer me a moment of pleasure"—the wildest delusion buried in this dark river by every man? Those five clumps of black hair are the beauties of the world for me at this moment! The dark river of my desire is surging, rushing towards these five clumps of black hair, and the lush, grassy plains they cover. Now, between me and those five clumps of pubic hair, those white, undulating breasts and buttocks, that rocket called Katyusha—no, that curvaceous Russian bombshell called Katyusha—only an "OK" is needed! Boss Qiu is waiting for my "OK," then those lush, fragrant pubic hairs can even weave a black crown on my head, and the hairy gate between my legs will open with a thousand charms, turning my desire into a river of lewd pleasure. To Boss Qiu's surprise, Ning, the cook, clenched his teeth and refused to say "okay." The river of desire ultimately stopped just out of reach—I understood that Ning, the cook, still wanted to be Ning, the Ning of Ning Hui. I understood that Ning Hui, in her heart, possessed the power of ten Maggie Cheungs combined to resist all those readily available voluptuous figures. I remember the day Ning Hui agreed to marry me, I told her, "I wouldn't trade ten Maggie Cheungs for my Hui'er." Even though ever since Maggie Cheung appeared as Jin Xiangyu in "New Dragon Gate Inn," during those hormone-fueled years of my youth, I sang my own youth song countless times: wiping my gun, shouting "Maggie Cheung!"... I straightened my chest, trying to calm my turbulent emotions. When the white, undulating waves of flesh on stage seemed like fluttering moths to my eyes, I finally spoke: "Boss Qiu, you're too kind. I'd like to know, am I the only one receiving this treatment?"

Boss Qiu replied quietly, "Yes, because only you returned the envelope to me. Please understand, I had to be absolutely certain."

Silence. Boss Qiu, you saw my silence, though. But my answer tonight remained loyal to my beloved Hui'er: "I'm sorry, Boss Qiu, although Katyusha is a very nice name, and I'm just an ordinary person who isn't exactly noble, I just want to go home now. My wife told me not to come home too late before she left." As

soon as I finished speaking, I felt a heavy slap on my shoulder from behind. I turned my head and saw a three-foot-long scar. I turned to Boss Qiu: "Boss Qiu, are you trying to keep us here?"

"Mr. Nan misunderstands."

Boss Qiu paused, then waved his hand at the scar, "Don't be rude. Please take Mr. Nan back the way he came."

The next morning, while I was still fast asleep as usual, a phone call from President Qiao urgently summoned me back to the newspaper office. Before I even sat down, Mr. Qiao spoke, his eyes fixed on me with a probing gaze: "Looks like your struggle with Boss Qiu is going quite well. Tell me, what's going on?"

"I apologize for not reporting the progress of this struggle to the organization in a timely manner."

I sensed that Mr. Qiao's summons this early in the morning meant something was amiss. "What does the organization know? I've passed the test, have

n't I?" "I won't beat around the bush. This morning, Boss Qiu called me, demanding that our newspaper's review committee be replaced."

Mr. Qiao slowly lit a cigarette, glancing at me sideways. This Boss Qiu is really getting aggressive, each move more intimidating than the last, every step fraught with danger. I asked Mr. Qiao for a cigarette, expecting a Caribbean breeze, but instead, I drew the grandeur of Tiananmen Square. I looked down and saw it was a Zhonghua—I admit, my thoughts were in disarray. This cigarette was to calm my nerves. Mr. Qiao continued, "I just brushed off Boss Qiu earlier. I called you here today to understand the situation and see your attitude. Do you still want to be a judge?"

Actually, although I rejected Boss Qiu last night—that Russian bombshell whose name sounds like a Katyusha rocket—I didn't really want to make things difficult for him. There are always some beauties left for beasts, right? Sister Number 9 and Boss Qiu's relationship is nothing special, everyone knows that. What does it have to do with me? He's a big shot in the underworld, and he's lowered himself like that. Why should I bother? But today, I woke up to the fact that they wanted to switch me! Don't they know that people with the surname Ning are stubborn? Don't they know my wife's bones are twisted? I was instantly enraged. I wondered if I were to straighten out now, would Ning Hui think I was a disgrace to the Ning family? I then recounted in detail how I had refused all the bribes, and when I mentioned my one-night stand at the Fuli Nightclub last night, Mr. Qiao's eyes lit up: "You really went to Fuli last night?"

"Yeah,"

I nodded. "So, you came out penniless?"

"Yeah,"

I nodded. "As far as I know, everyone who goes into Boss Qiu's Fuli Nightclub gets soaked."

Mr. Qiao took a deep drag of his Zhonghua cigarette. "Boss Qiu's Fuli...you mean Boss Qiu is the owner of Fuli?"

I realized then that I had infiltrated a den of thieves last night. "This lavish background is impressive. As far as I know, Boss Qiu is the largest shareholder. It's not easy for you to get out of there cleanly. I, Qiao, deeply admire you."

Boss Qiao seemingly forcefully stubbed out the remaining half of his Zhonghua cigarette in the ashtray. "Looks like you're going to take this judge's position? Considering you're a man of principle, I'll go and stop Boss Qiu from saying that."

I also forcefully stubbed out the remaining half of my Zhonghua cigarette: "Damn it, I'm really going to be a judge!"

I thought I had finished explaining and was about to get up and leave when Boss Qiao pressed my shoulder down with the same hand he used to stub out Zhonghua cigarettes, pressing it against the spot where Dao Ba had pressed me down last night. His eyes, whether gleaming from his glasses or with a wolfish light, looked green. His voice suddenly dropped an octave: "You're not in a hurry to leave, kid. Continue explaining last night's lavish one-night tour, in detail!"

It was already early winter, shrouded in mist, and sunlight was becoming a rare and precious guest in this city. The morning had been damp and chilly, but in the afternoon the sun finally peeked out lazily. The sunlight shone on the fog, giving the sky a warm, granular, pointillist feel. On this afternoon, less sunny than bright, yet more ambiguous than sunny, General Manager Wang instructed the company office to officially announce the appointment notices for department heads. My wife was promoted, gaining a prestigious new title: Minister Ning of the Public Relations Department. Colleagues flocked to congratulate her, and Ning Hui didn't get a chance to do anything productive all afternoon. Especially the male colleagues of various ages who usually wanted to get close to her but couldn't find a reason, all took this opportunity to visit Ning Hui's desk. The news of President Wang's strong support for Ning Hui at the meeting had spread throughout the office. After all, President Wang was the company's top executive, and everyone thought that since Ning Hui was President Wang's favorite, she would have a hard time staying in the company if she didn't show her support. Secondly, it was a legitimate reason to chat up close with the company's beautiful Ning Hui, to see how her lovely face would greet everyone with a warm smile, and to enjoy the sight of her in the afternoon sun. Several close colleagues then urged Ning Hui to treat them to a meal. Even the sun, which rarely shines at this time of year, seemed to have foreseen this and decided to celebrate the occasion. There was no reason to waste such a beautiful day. It seemed impossible to avoid the treat. Just as Ning Hui was considering whether she should invite President Wang to a relaxing meal with everyone, the finance department called to ask her to come and collect some money. Haha, who said happiness can't be two-way? Today, my wife's happy fast track is a two-way street! Ning Hui arrived at the finance office and asked the cashier, somewhat surprised, what kind of money she needed. Fu Lili, sitting next to the cashier, chimed in, "General Manager Wang informed our finance department that your father had surgery, and according to company regulations, there's a consolation payment for employees. Didn't you know, Minister Ning?"

The last "Minister Ning" sounded sarcastic on Fu Lili's lips. Ning Hui ignored Fu Lili's mannerisms, but her heart skipped a beat. She wondered, "Why is there another consolation payment?" Before she could even voice her questions, the cashier handed over the prepared money: "It's three thousand in total. Count it, sign here, and then just give me a copy of your father's surgery report."

Ning Hui suddenly felt a surge of warmth, and a blush rose to her cheeks—a blush she couldn't quite tell if it was shame or embarrassment. She immediately understood: the ten thousand yuan from last night was a gift from General Manager Wang himself. Leaving the finance office, Ning Hui walked thoughtfully towards General Manager Wang's office. She hadn't been sure if she'd have the courage to invite him today, but now she was determined to do everything she could to express her sincere gratitude. Just then, the sunlight streamed in through the window, making Ning Hui feel warm all over. Sitting opposite President Wang, Ning Hui lowered her head, her hands resting on her lap, looking timid and adorable, a far cry from the bravado of Ning Hulan who had barged into President Wang's office last time. Rarely did she speak without looking at the person she was speaking to, but Ning Hui still kept her head down as she said, "President Wang, I just found out that the ten thousand yuan last night was a gift from you yourself. Thank you very much for your concern, but… I can't accept it."

"Hahaha,"

President Wang's hearty laughter seemed to shake every speck of dust in the room, "Let's not talk about that anymore, Comrade Ning. We're in the company now, I'm the boss, you have to obey orders. I'll grant you any other requests."

Ning Hui, startled by President Wang's laughter, looked up, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at him, a mischievous smile suddenly appearing on her face: "But you said it, President Wang, no backing out! Several colleagues are insisting I treat them to dinner tonight, I demand that President Wang come with us!"

"Haha, you really know how to put me in a difficult position! What kind of dinner?" President

Wang's laughter remained hearty. "Let's eat and sing karaoke!"

Ning Hui blinked. After a brief pause, President Wang waved his hand and said, "Alright, I'm going to go crazy with you young people today. Who's afraid of who? I'll show you what I'm made of!"

The dinner party that evening consisted of President Wang, Hei Dan (President Wang's driver), Ning Hui, and five or six of Ning Hui's close colleagues from the company, including her little follower, Xiao Li from the office. At the dinner table, President Wang's drinking capacity was far greater than that of Ning Hui and her colleagues combined. President Wang charismatically led the atmosphere at the table, and being a master of witty remarks, everyone ate, drank, and laughed heartily, getting full without any problems. Because Ning Hui was the star of the show, her colleagues poured her several drinks, leaving her feeling quite dizzy by the end of the dinner. The group of girls then excitedly headed towards the karaoke bar, surrounding President Wang. Ning Hui, however, was still preoccupied with what Boss Wang had said about showing off his skills. After the group of karaoke enthusiasts, each with varying levels of skill, had each sung a few songs to their hearts' content, Ning Hui announced, "Everyone quiet down, those with microphones, put them away. Now, please let Boss Wang sing a song for us. He promised to show us something special! Where's the applause?"

This announcement was heard by the group of girls, who were already quite excited, and since they had all had a few drinks, a cacophony of shouts and cheers erupted instantly. Even Xiao Li, whose voice was usually as soft as a mosquito's buzz, became the loudest of the chatterboxes—a far cry from their usual demure and ladylike demeanor in the office. Ning Hui then handed a microphone to Boss Wang, saying, "What's Boss Wang's specialty? I'll pick one for you."

Her voice was sweetly intoxicated. But this wasn't Ning Hui's fault; her intoxication was indeed due to the alcohol. Mr. Wang stood up straight and said in a booming voice, "Okay, I'll sing one. Please select 'Remembering Comrades-in-Arms'."

While the sparrows in the room were still chirping away, just as the mournful intro to "Remembering Comrades-in-Arms" was about to finish, a clear, slightly hoarse voice rang out, "At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains is my lovely hometown..."

"Mr. Wang's voice is so powerful!" the sparrows exclaimed, mixed with gasps of surprise. Although Ning Hui was still a little dizzy, she sensed something was off about the tune and was about to go to the song selection screen to see what was wrong when Mr. Wang burst into laughter: "What are you all yelling about? Let's start again! That was Dao Lang singing, the original vocals haven't been removed. I'm a baritone!"

This made the group of girls laugh so hard they couldn't stand up straight, and Ning Hui laughed so hard she almost choked. A moment later, the intro slowly resumed... Mr. Wang's baritone voice was truly impressive, deep, resonant, and incredibly magnetic. The opening line, "At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains is my lovely hometown..."

evoked the proud, cold spirit of a snow lotus and the vast, desolate plains at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains. This time, the group of girls were truly stunned; their chattering voices gradually subsided after a series of sharp cries. Ning Hui's shock at that moment wasn't due to the richness of Mr. Wang's voice or the excellence of his singing, but rather, as the song deepened, she heard a heart-wrenching tremor in the depths of his voice. Mr. Wang was desperately trying to control something. When the song reached "When I bid farewell to my comrades, it was like an avalanche rolling down a thousand feet..."

Mr. Wang's voice, hovering in the high register, began to tremble, suddenly stopping at its most powerful moment amidst the rolling avalanche, with only the accompaniment continuing. Ning Hui remembered that the next line should have been: "Dear comrade-in-arms, I can no longer see your majestic figure and kind face..."

Mr. Wang stood motionless for a long time, accompanied by the lonely, sorrowful, and lingering melody. After a long while, he swayed slightly and slumped onto the sofa. Ning Hui quickly went over and asked with concern, "Mr. Wang, are you alright?"

Mr. Wang waved his hand, then covered his head, looking very pained. "It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell. I'll ask Heidan to take me home first, and he'll drive over later to pick everyone up. Have fun."

At this moment, Ning Hui saw that Mr. Wang's hair was beginning to bead with sweat. It was almost midnight when Heidan drove Ning Hui home. Actually, Heidan wasn't his real name. People called him that; "Hei" (black) because he was dark-skinned, and "Dan" (egg) because he was muscular and strong. His real name was Wang Feilong. "Brother Heidan, what's wrong with President Wang today? Is he alright?"

Ning Hui asked cautiously, now completely sober and no longer dizzy. Heidan drove in silence for a while, and Ning Hui thought he probably wouldn't say anything, as he rarely spoke. But suddenly, she heard Heidan's voice: "President Wang's old headache is acting up again."

Ning Hui immediately became interested. President Wang's mysterious military aura and charm instantly piqued her curiosity. "Why does he have a headache?" Heidan

fell silent again, probably considering whether or not to answer. Ning Hui's crescent moon eyes started blinking rapidly: "Brother Heidan—"

Who could resist such a pitiful look? Hei Dan couldn't hold back any longer: "General Manager Wang still has a piece of shrapnel in his head from the battle years ago. It's a lingering effect; he often gets headaches like this."

Ning Hui's mouth gaped open in a wide "O" shape, unable to close for a long time: "How did you know?"

"Heh, I've been with General Manager Wang for six or seven years."

Hei Dan looked at Ning Hui's expression, seemingly finding it somewhat comically cute, and smiled smugly: "I was in General Manager Wang's old unit. Back then, their reconnaissance unit was later converted into special forces."

"You were a special forces soldier too?"

It seemed that the revelation he'd made tonight would keep Ning Hui's mouth agape. "Yes, doesn't it seem like it?"

Hei Dan laughed heartily, his laughter sounding exactly like General Manager Wang's: "The year I was discharged, General Manager Wang happened to be using his connections from the old unit to find a driver for himself among the special forces soldiers who were being transferred, and he picked me."

"Oh,"

Ning Hui didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: "Then you must know a lot of stories about General Manager Wang's combat experiences back then?"

The smile on Hei Dan's face suddenly vanished: "Come to think of it, Boss Wang has been on the verge of death several times back then. In '79, you weren't even born yet, right? I was born that year. The day before the self-defense counterattack began, one of their reconnaissance platoons crossed the border. Of the nine men in that platoon, only two returned alive, and Boss Wang was one of them. The shrapnel in Boss Wang's head was from a later battle."

Ning Hui suddenly understood the heart-wrenching tremor deep in Boss Wang's voice, and suddenly felt her eyes well up with tears—as if the tears Boss Wang had been trying so hard to control when he sang "Remembering Comrades-in-Arms" had finally flowed from Ning Hui's eyes.

Chapter 13 A Day of Auspicious Purple Qi at the Ning Mansion

Although it might have been a coincidence, Ning the Cook felt it was a divine connection between him and his wife: When Ning Hui called him in the afternoon to say that the company had announced the appointment notice and that she was inviting General Manager Wang and a group of colleagues that evening, I was at home typing the last word "Hui'er" on my computer—just as I finished revising the first draft of Ning the Cook's monumental work, making it look as presentable as I could finally show it off—on the title page, I wrote the last line of the manuscript: "Dedicated to Hui'er." As I wrote, I felt like an old tree blossoming, my heart cleansed, overflowing with deep affection. Ning the Cook had always intended to give this painstakingly crafted work as a grand gift to Hui'er—what could express Ning the Cook's heartfelt love for his wife more powerfully than writing this line on the title page? Try copying from the Xinhua Dictionary over and over again, without even having to rack your brains to combine sentences and design plots. After copying a million words, see how exhausted you'd be! Today is a day of auspicious purple clouds over the Ning Mansion, and this line is one of my gifts. Secondly, I quickly called Pi Shi. I ordered a brand new Bora women's model from a 4S shop owned by one of his relatives, because Ning Hui really liked its design and had her eye on it online—she just got her driver's license a month ago. I immediately said I'd go buy it tomorrow, but Ning Hui said, "Honey, let's wait a bit. Maybe there will be newer models later. Let me look at others."

I know Ning Hui is actually a little reluctant. After all, she's the Ning Housewife now. Although it sounds like she's a Ning Househusband (a term used to describe a man who is good at cooking), she's the one in charge of the Ning Mansion, not just a Ning Househusband who only manages the kitchen. The Ning Mansion's finances aren't yet at a point where they can spend money recklessly. She's being thrifty and managing the household well, fully embodying the traditional gentle and virtuous qualities of Chinese women. My nose stung with tears when I heard that. But Ning Zhufu couldn't stand Ning Hui's complaints about liking this or that. Even if Ning Hui wanted the stars in the sky, he would go to the African savanna and bring back a gorilla! The very next day, Ning Zhufu secretly went to the dealership that sold Bora cars, owned by Pi Shi's relative, and ordered one. While ordering, he secretly vowed: "I'm sorry, wife, I'll have to make you suffer this time. I'll buy you a Bora, but next time I'll definitely buy you a BMW, so you can laugh happily in it and make those women who know they can only cry in a BMW but still sit in it and cry!" I called Pi Shi to ask him to come with me to pick up the car. It was my second gift. As soon as I made the call, I believed that Pi Shi was indeed a very capable womanizer. During the call, I could clearly hear a woman's clingy cries: "Aww... Brother Pi, hurry up... hurry up... aww!"

The voice was even panting. That was definitely not Zeng Meimei's voice. I believe Zeng Meimei's delicate, almost ethereal voice wouldn't pant like that; this was much rougher and more savage. I recognized the croaking of frogs, the sounds of a rural farm, but then I realized it wasn't the sound of frogs. It was the sound I heard when I ate frogs—the sound of the proprietress from the food stall where Pi Shi and I often went for late-night beer and boiled frogs, the one whose buttocks swayed with every step! Later, Pi Shi told me that when he called her, the proprietress was about to enter him from behind. She even sneakily approached me: "Want me to describe the situation with you, brother?"

I couldn't stand the insult and glared at him: "No way, I don't have such heavy tastes!"

The last thing I did that afternoon was go to the newspaper office to print out the article, several hundred pages of double-sided, in size 5 font. I asked Xiao Wu from the office to help me finish printing it. The commotion was so big it caught the attention of Boss Qiao. He rushed into the office, watching stacks of A4 paper being fed into the printer, his eyes practically popping out of his glasses: "What are you going to do? What are you going to do? Don't you know how expensive paper is these days?"

Finally, with Xiao Wu's help, I bound those hundreds of pages into three large volumes, each as heavy as a raised middle finger. When Ning Hui returned home after singing with her colleagues, her face still bore faint, barely noticeable tear tracks. As soon as she entered, I hugged her and kissed her. My lips touched her cheek, feeling a little salty. "What's wrong, baby? On this auspicious day at Ning Mansion, who would dare to bully my wife like this?"

I asked, cupping Ning Hui's flushed face from the alcohol. "No, I'm perfectly fine, I had a great day."

Ning Hui hugged me and kissed me, offering her wet, fragrant tongue to my mouth for me to suck on. As soon as I took it in, a xylitol flavor melted in my mouth—a chemical reaction between the wine and Ning Hui's sweet saliva. After washing up, Ning Hui lay on the bed and briefly recounted her day. Then, I respectfully presented her with the stack of manuscripts, as thick as my middle finger. Ning Hui's eyes, which had been drowsy, suddenly lit up. "Ah, honey, your masterpiece is finished?"

Seeing the title on the cover, Ning Hui immediately understood. Then, turning to the title page, she exclaimed excitedly, "Wow!" At that moment, I was kneeling at Ning Hui's feet, massaging her feet, gently rubbing the soles of her delicate skin. Ning Hui's feet, like her hands, had captivating lines. A thin red string tied around her left ankle made her six-inch bound feet look even more delicate and adorable. This was a routine Ning's husband often did for Ning Hui before bed; she liked to have him rub her feet until they were bright red before drifting off to sleep. While rubbing, Ning's husband wouldn't forget to sneak a little indulgence, sucking on her toes like lollipops. Ning Hui said this always made her feel weak and pliable, and she would obediently follow his every command. This trick had always worked for him. But now wasn't the time for that sucking; I simply stroked the soles of Ning Hui's feet with my hands, like playing with a piece of warm, beautiful jade. Ning Hui was used to this pleasure, and her toes would occasionally playfully rub against my face and chest. At this moment, those jade-like feet kept dangling in front of my eyes, making Ning Hui's expressions rich, charming, and alluring, her whole body exuding a seductive aura. With a "Wow!" Ning Hui looked at me affectionately: "Honey, thank you! What a precious gift."

The good show was yet to come; this Ning husband's delicacies were served one after another. Ning Hui began to flip through the manuscript, and just as she turned to the first page, her eyebrows furrowed, and she stood there stunned: "Honey, what kind of nonsense have you written?"

I feigned surprise: "What's going on?"

Ning Hui handed me the manuscript, and what I saw was not some historical "masterpiece" of Ning husband's life, but a line of article title: "I Sent My Wife into My Mistress's Arms." "I didn't write this!"

I looked at Ning Hui with an innocent expression, my hands even scratching my head and ears. "Ning, you cook! Stop pretending! Tell me honestly what kind of trick you played! You didn't write it, but you delivered it to your wife!"

Ning Hui adopted Ning Hulan's stern and indignant demeanor. It turned out that this was indeed a little trick played by Ning the Cook. He had deliberately chosen this auspicious and festive day and cleverly prepared this dish, which would determine the future fate of the Ning Mansion's green project. I found this article on a couples' dating website, printed it out, and inserted it between the title page and the main text of my manuscript, all so that Ning Hui would be in a good mood to receive this sudden and unpredictable bombshell. The article, in essence, tells the story of a loving couple from the husband's perspective, about how the husband encouraged his wife to find a lover and subsequently experience wonderful sexual bliss. The entire article is beautifully written and full of charm, especially its delicate and profound portrayal of the psychological journeys of the male and female protagonists. It describes what seems like a very marginalized affair as a carefree and bright picnic under the sun, with a boundless and far-reaching sentiment. The article specifically states: it is a true story from real life, with absolutely no fabrication. After finishing his instructions, Ning, the cook, wondered if he was about to face a storm of anger or a kick to the face. He stopped massaging her and intentionally kept his distance from Ning Hui. Unexpectedly, Ning Hui's reaction wasn't intense. She simply put the manuscript aside, and her voice, surprisingly gentle, lacked the fierceness of her previous kick. "Why are you so far away? Is your wife a tigress?"

"I'm afraid...afraid you'll kick me,"

I said, feigning a pitiful look. "Hehehe..."

Ning Hui couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to pull me closer. "Honey, you're so cute, but can you not be so boring all day?"

Seeing his opportunity, Ning, instead of kicking me, reached out his hand – a stark contrast to when they watched "Four Weddings and a Funeral." The key point is that this exchange took place under normal circumstances, unlike the previous times when it was always brought up when Ning Hui was already in the throes of passion—a woman in the throes of orgasm is often out of her mind. Asking her if she wants to be with this hunky guy or that handsome guy is like giving her a potent aphrodisiac when she's overflowing with desire; it's like adding fuel to the fire or putting a pillow under someone who's already sleepy. I don't believe any woman could resist giving a serious "no." Of course, most women at this point would say "yes" because of their emotions at the time. In reality, without a true transformation, a deep-seated internal struggle and baptism, how many women in our country's traditions and environment can immediately express an open and free pursuit of sex? I quickly picked up the manuscript again and handed it to Ning Hui, turning to the article. "How about this, honey? Try reading a couple of pages, don't worry about the content, just treat it as an essay and appreciate the author's writing style. It's much better than my writing style! If these two pages don't get you to continue reading, if they don't capture your attention, I won't mention it again."

I was extremely confident that this article was indeed written by a master, with beautiful narration and brilliant writing. It should suit Ning Hui's taste for the artsy type. Ning Hui looked at me, her eyes twinkling in the misty haze before brightening. I could tell that with Ning Hui's curiosity and her unconventional nature, she would definitely accept my suggestion. Sure enough, Ning Hui picked up the manuscript, not forgetting to make a joke: "Okay, I'll see which master's writing style can surpass my Nanjing University prodigy's?"

So, I returned to my original work mode, holding Ning Hui's two fragrant feet in my arms, stroking them even more affectionately. The first five minutes passed; two pages should have been finished by now, but Ning Hui showed no sign of putting the manuscript down. Instead, her toes started twitching more frequently. The second five minutes passed. At a normal reading pace, the first climax of the story should have occurred by now—the heroine was finally sent to her lover's bed by her husband, accompanied by a long, beautifully passionate description. I felt Ning Hui's big toe rubbing incessantly against my face and around my mouth—I knew something was definitely up! Seizing the opportunity, I took Ning Hui's toe, which was rubbing against my face, into my mouth and began to suck on it. I especially love looking up at Ning Hui from the angle of my toes. I feel that this is the angle to look at a goddess. Whenever I see my Hui'er radiating a holy halo like a goddess, high above, beautiful and inviolable, yet opening all the secrets of her heart and body to me, happy like a lamb that can be easily touched because of me, I feel a wonderful and sacred feeling that is a mixture of religion and secularity. It's like I'm singing at the top of my lungs at a height of almost 30,000 feet above the ground, and there's actually a holy song lingering in my heart, singing Hallelujah. At this moment, I'm looking up at Ning Hui from the angle of my toes—Ning Hui is completely naked under her pajamas because she has started to like sleeping naked so that she can quickly and easily clean her whole body when she sleeps—from that angle, the first thing I see is Ning Hui's lush, black, and thick pubic hair. I feel that God is a humorous and aesthetically pleasing being; otherwise, how could He have given my Hui'er, a goddess-like woman, such a tuft of pubic hair? Many times, just looking at Ning Hui's pubic hair makes me hard. My hand involuntarily slid along Ning Hui's snow-white, tender thighs towards that tuft of pubic hair. Ning Hui didn't hesitate at all, pulling my hand directly to her crotch, clamping her legs tightly together. My wife was already wet. "Come here, husband,"

Ning Hui's voice was already panting. "Let me lie in your arms and finish reading it, it's really beautifully written."

When Ning Hui finished reading the article in my arms, we were already naked and intertwined. I pressed Ning Hui down, letting her two snow-white thighs wrap around my waist, and my penis plunged deep into her slippery, wet cave, thrusting. "Baby, what did you think of the article?"

"Really? Is that true? Honey, men...men really can give their wives away to other men?"

Ning Hui's face was flushed, her voice soft and weak: "No wonder, Zeng..."

"No wonder what?"

I quickened my thrusting. "No wonder Zeng Meimei...she often told me about this. She said the reason she chose her current boyfriend was largely because he agreed, no, she said he encouraged her to...have sex with other men...ah!"

Ning Hui almost cried out when she said "have sex with other men," just as my penis was thrusting into her, tightly against her uterus. "So, Master Zeng often instills these ideas in you?"

I felt a mix of emotions. I secretly wondered if I hadn't known that Zeng Meimei was constantly feeding Ning Hui these ideas, would Ning Hui have been led down a path I couldn't control or know about? A husband's encouragement and knowledge are one thing, but doing it behind his back is another; the nature of the difference is completely different. Damn Zeng Meimei, that could lead to someone's death! I didn't know whether to thank her or what. Even though Ning Hui kicked me that time, she didn't seem to hold me particularly accountable for it, appearing neither opposed nor agreed. Later, she did promise me—of course, under certain circumstances—that she would count the things she would do for me. I wondered if Master Zeng's indoctrination of my wife had actually had some subtle effect. After all, Zeng Meimei is a woman, and her best friend; some things are easier for women to empathize with. While I cursed Zeng Meimei, that slut, my mind raced with images of the fine, curly pubic hair and the way she swayed as she walked. "Baby, shall we play a game now?"

I tried to fill Ning Hui's vagina with my penis, slowly moving it, and suddenly said, "Do you think you're making love with your lover right now?"

I mustered my courage. Today, Ning Mansion was truly blessed with good fortune; everything was going so smoothly it seemed unreal, but I was determined to ride that wave of luck to the very end. "Do you think the cock in your pussy isn't your husband's, but another man's, okay, baby?"

Ning Hui didn't respond directly, but smiled almost imperceptibly, completely closing her half-closed eyes. Suddenly, my penis felt a gurgling, gripping force inside her vagina… I immediately responded and began thrusting rapidly. Ning Hui had never closed her eyes completely during sex before; instead, she would stare intently at me, as if watching how I would conquer her. Furthermore, under my almost frantic thrusting, Ning Hui only gasped, not cried out. It was clear she was controlling herself. This had almost never happened before. I understood this psychological principle: when someone is concentrating on a fantasy, they minimize the influence of external factors. This state lasted about three minutes before Ning Hui, eyes closed, reached orgasm with a long, ecstatic sigh and intense body spasms. I leaned down and asked her, "Baby, tell me, who were you thinking about?"

Ning Hui coquettishly brought my ear close to her mouth, exhaling a fragrant breath, and uttered a question.

Chapter 14 Mr. Wang Didn't Come to Work

Ning Hui's orgasm was incredibly powerful, her body contorted to the point of spasm, and lasted twice as long as usual. But Ning Hui controlled herself, not making a sound like usual; only soft moans could be heard, like water boiling in a kettle. As the orgasm slowly subsided, Ning Hui's eyes remained closed. I didn't know if she was intentionally doing this to avoid others discovering her secret—in her fantasies of surrendering to another man, the path to the peak was so vibrant and full of unexpected obstacles. It seemed that opening her eyes would reveal Ning Hui's familiar face, and even the most vivid imagination would inevitably lead to laughter. Ning Hui lazily nibbled at my earlobe as I leaned in. I immediately felt a sweet, tingling sensation in my ear, and then Ning Hui's thin, almost ethereal voice came from there: "What I'm thinking is..."

My toes clenched, and my penis, which had just ejaculated, suddenly felt a rush of blood. "Ty...son!"

Ning Hui deliberately dragged out the "Ty" sound. In my dream, I was unaware of my surroundings; upon waking, I found myself in Java. Good heavens, that "Tyson" sent me into a frenzy of joy, sending me straight to Java. "My wife, you have quite the taste!"

My mind was filled with images of Tyson's rugged, muscular face and his beastly physique. "Hehe! My lord, I'm sleepy now and need to rest."

Ning Hui gave me a charming yet enigmatic smile, then turned to the side, adding, "I'm going to dream about Brother Tyson now."

Later, I learned that this whole "Brother Tyson" thing was a complete lie by Ning Hui. The next morning, I took Ning Hui to the parking lot of the residential area and staged a big surprise, adding a little romance to the scene—I opened the door of the Bora and said to Ning Hui, "Please get in, Minister Ning."

There was a bouquet of flowers on the steering wheel with a small pink card attached. I had picked up the flowers from the florist when it was just dawn. The card read, "Flowers and a car, for my dearest wife—Hui'er." Ning Hui's lightly made-up face instantly blossomed into a blooming rose in amazement. She covered her wide-open mouth with her hand, and a sentence that almost choked me half to death escaped her lips: "Honey, who gave you permission to buy a car? From now on, the money will be deducted from your Ning Mansion kitchen account!"

But even as she spoke, Ning Hui's body flew into my arms like a happy little bird: "I love you, honey. I'm so moved I want to cry. Why am I so happy?"

I truly saw glistening tears in Ning Hui's eyes, like moonlight gems, making her beautiful crescent moon even more translucent and captivating. I tenderly leaned in and gently kissed Ning Hui's eyelids, thinking: Why am I so happy? Honey, because you are Ning the cook's wife, Ning is Ning Hui's Ning. Ning Hui had just gotten her driver's license, and her driving skills weren't quite there yet, so I sat in the passenger seat accompanying her to work. As we approached rush hour, Ning Hui handed the car over to me. The city mornings are always shrouded in a misty fog, like the curtain of a play, creating a sense of mystery and anticipation. Driving through the city's fog, watching the endless stream of cars, I truly felt a sense of life being like a fog. If sunlight shone through this fog, it would be an extremely beautiful sight. Just like me in the fog at that moment, Ning Hui was that ray of sunshine. I felt the auspicious purple aura of Ning Mansion still surrounding me when I left home. Given my mood today, I couldn't be truly happy without humming a little tune while driving, so I slammed the steering wheel and shouted, "We ordinary folks are really happy today!"

Just then, my phone received a text message. My phone was right next to the driver's seat, and I instinctively asked Ning Hui to check it for me. "We common folk are really happy today!"

Although the car was stuck at an overpass roundabout, I continued humming happily, amidst the cacophony of car horns outside. I noticed Ning Hui holding my phone for a while without moving, so I turned around and found that she had been staring intently at me, waiting for me to turn around: Ning Hui held the phone, the text message interface facing me—the new message clearly displayed three words: Luo Xiaoyan! The message read: "Good morning, Teacher Nan. I'm so sorry to bother you so early. The competition starts in two days, and we'll be in isolation tonight, with all contact with the outside world cut off. I've prepared some content for the English Q&A session, but I'm really not confident. When are you free today, Teacher Nan? I'd like to ask you to give me a final review?"

A cold sweat broke out on my back. Luo Xiaoyan, oh Luo Xiaoyan, if you want to ask Teacher Nan for English tutoring, you should pick a better time! This early in the morning! Ning Hui raised an eyebrow, her moon-like eyes vanishing, replaced by a cold glint, revealing a stubborn streak reminiscent of Ning Hulan: "Give me an explanation, Ning the cook!"

There wasn't a trace of the sweet, affectionate way she called me "husband" just moments before. "You saw it? She just wanted me to check her English. I don't know her well."

My voice was practically choked with rage. "Not well? Her smiley face was so cute!"

Ning Hui seemed determined to press for an answer. Luo Xiaoyan, Luo Xiaoyan, if you're going to send a text message, just send one, why add a smiley face at the end? "Okay, honey, you send a text back saying Teacher Nan is unavailable today."

I said firmly. "Unavailable today? Does that mean she'll be available tomorrow?"

When Ning Hui gets stubborn, you can't argue with her. "Wrong, wrong, honey, it should say Teacher Nan is unavailable from now on!"

I quickly corrected myself. "Stop joking, Ning the cook! Tell me the truth, or I'll get out of the car right now!"

Ning Hui said, reaching for the car door. I was genuinely terrified and quickly grabbed her. "Honey, calm down. I'll tell you the truth."

I then proceeded to thoroughly explain the relationship and background of the model competition judge, the car inspection event, Luo Xiaoyan, and the English quiz. It seemed Ning Hui finally understood; she didn't insist on getting out anymore. But the gloom on her face didn't lighten. She didn't get out of the car until we arrived at the company, slamming the door shut and leaving. Before closing the door, she said, "If you lied to me, hmph! You're not going anywhere today. Stay home and behave yourself!"

I had never seen Ning Hui so fierce, like a tigress, even though she was definitely the most beautiful tigress in the world. At least she believed I was telling the truth, which is the most important thing. It's understandable that she couldn't calm down immediately; women are often sharp-tongued, you can't expect them to have the same heart as Ning Zhufu. But I didn't do anything outrageous, did I? Where did my wife's anger come from? I stood there stunned, only snapping out of my daze when the company security guard came to tell me I was blocking the cars behind me. Then I started the car again and drove like a wild horse towards home. I could tell Ning Zhufu was still pressing the accelerator with some emotion. At that moment, I didn't feel particularly sad, but I also lost the mood to sing "We ordinary folks are really happy today!"

I turned on the car radio, and a melancholic tune was playing. In my heart, I thought: Goodbye, Luo Xiaoyan! Goodbye, you butterfly-like catcher in the wheat field. Although I don't know how tall you are, at least I no longer need to look up to you. At that moment, I really wanted to send this message to Luo Xiaoyan. Almost home, my phone beeped, telling me my wife had texted me. I thought: Hmph, all she did was check if I got home, and she pushed this stay-at-home husband too far… he's still a stay-at-home husband! Honey, as long as you're happy, you can torment this stay-at-home husband however you want! I opened Ning Hui's text message and my nose almost tingled with tears: "Honey, I'm sorry about earlier, I was too fierce. I'm calm now. When you go see that little swallow, come home and change your clothes. You dressed too casually today; I want others to envy me for having such a stylish and cool husband. But you're not allowed to flirt with any young girls! If I find out, I'll never forgive you. Remember to pick me up from work tonight. Kisses!"

See? That's what you call understanding! What a level of wife she is! With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for! Ning Hui immediately started smug again. Today was Ning Hui's first day as the newly promoted Public Relations Manager, but with her low-key and humble style, you wouldn't notice any change in her demeanor. Even though she came to the office in a huff with Ning Hui, the scenery was still the same as always—beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Ning Hui felt something was missing from the office, making her somewhat uneasy. It turned out that the door to President Wang's office was tightly closed, and despite all the commotion, she hadn't seen him. Was President Wang alright? Ning Hui's heart sank. Of all the carefree women in the office who had been singing and dancing so loudly last night, perhaps only Ning Hui was currently concerned about President Wang's condition. This was understandable, since only Ning Hui knew that a piece of shrapnel was still lodged in President Wang's head. Finally, unable to contain her unease, Ning Hui dialed Hei Dan's number. This was the best way to find out about President Wang's situation. "I don't know how President Wang is doing either. He just called me this morning and told me not to pick him up; I'm in the dorm right now,"

Hei Dan replied on the phone. "How is President Wang's head?"

Ning Hui asked anxiously. "Sigh, it's an old problem. Sometimes it hurts for a while and then it's fine, sometimes it hurts for a day or two,"

Hei Dan's voice was unhurried. Ning Hui bit her lower lip so hard it left teeth marks. She was starting to feel a surge of anger and anxiety, but she didn't know how to express it. It's natural for a leader to care about their subordinates, but for a public relations manager to care about the boss, especially with such a gender and age difference, seemed inappropriate. Ning Hui was at a loss and hung up the phone without saying goodbye to Hei Dan, afraid that if she continued in this state of urgency, she might burst into tears on the phone. My meeting with Luo Xiaoyan was scheduled for noon at the famous steakhouse we'd met last time. In reply to my text message, Luo Xiaoyan said, "Teacher Nan likes juicy food, so let's go to that steakhouse instead? It's delicious, you can see it!"

Luo Xiaoyan was still wearing her beige wool sweater, but because the weather had turned cooler, she had put on a coat over it. After sitting down, because the restaurant was heated, Luo Xiaoyan took off her coat and hung it on the chair. I did indeed go home and follow my wife's advice, wearing a casual suit, though it was still casual. With a little effort, I looked more stylish and confident than usual. Even Luo Xiaoyan praised me, saying, "Teacher Nan looks so energetic today, so dashing!"

She's someone who deals with clothes all day! I know I'm not a looks-obsessed person, but having such a pretty girl praise you for being dashing—no, dashing—is understandably a little smug. Ning, the cook, was genuinely overjoyed, thinking that from now on, he'd always follow his wife's advice and dress accordingly before going out. Unfortunately, sitting like this, unless I looked up, I still couldn't see Luo Xiaoyan's face. The height difference was irrelevant no matter how much I tried to dress. So I just looked straight ahead, and what I could see was a protruding peak in the wheat field. This time, Luo Xiaoyan sat very straight, her breasts pointing upwards and wide—just like last time, the two nipples on top of her breasts appeared and disappeared with the movement of her clothes—Luo Xiaoyan was still not wearing a bra. I was so excited that I almost asked Luo Xiaoyan if models didn't wear bras? If it weren't for the juicy steak being served just then, I think I might have actually asked. This added another secret about Luo Xiaoyan that troubled me. "Teacher Nan, let's eat first, and then I'll ask you. I'm afraid it'll be like last time, I specially invited you to eat steak but you only got to smell the aroma." As

Luo Xiaoyan said this, she put a small piece of beef in her mouth. The way she ate was so charming and alluring, even more captivating than her smile. "I still have to thank you for taking me to my father-in-law's house last time,"

I said hurriedly. "I've been wanting to thank you properly, but I've been too busy lately. I'll treat you properly after the competition."

"Teacher Nan, you're too kind. It was just a small favor. I'm the one who really needs your help."

Luo Xiaoyan picked up two tissues, handed me one, and then used the other to wipe the juice from her lips. I have to admit, the sauce at this steakhouse is fucking delicious. Of course, maybe the juice on Luo Xiaoyan's lips, wiped with that tissue, tastes even better... Honey, I was wrong, it was that guy Ning who accidentally got the wrong idea. I mentally slapped Ning. But I was so embarrassed that I didn't know where to look. If I looked up, I would see the juice on Luo Xiaoyan's lips, or if I looked straight ahead, I would see her breasts and protrusions without a bra. Actually, Luo Xiaoyan's English foundation is really good. When she told me that she only went to high school and that she taught herself English, I was even more surprised. Reaching this level of self-study is something few can persevere through. But Teacher Nan had to say something: "The competition is just around the corner, so technically speaking, there's no point in talking too much now. I'll just say two things: First, have strong confidence, and don't panic. If you panic, your English thought process and flow of consciousness will be disrupted. Second, in this question-and-answer format, for the same meaning, try to use simple expressions, just enough to make sure others understand. For example,"

I took a sip of water, thinking about how to give this example, but my eyes still couldn't escape the breasts and protrusions of her braless figure. Luo Xiaoyang's breasts were truly beautiful, not large, but surprisingly firm! "For example, when saying 'I love you,' just say 'I love you,' don't bother with fancy phrases like 'fall in love with you.'"

I paused, finally looking up at Luo Xiaoyan's face. "Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes, I understand, thank you for your guidance, Teacher Nan."

Luo Xiaoyan leaned down to look at me, a smile playing on her lips. When will I ever be able to look down at that exquisitely beautiful face? Damn it. While Luo Xiaoyan and I were enjoying a delicious and juicy steak dinner, Ning Hui was having a tough time at the company. President Wang hadn't come all morning. Ning Hui didn't know why she felt so distracted. Last night, when Boss Wang sang "Remembering Comrades-in-Arms," perhaps only Ning Hui, besides Hei Dan, truly understood the deep pain in Boss Wang's heart. Ning Hui knew that Boss Wang actually had two pieces of shrapnel in his body; one was weighing heavily on his heart, representing his longing for the comrades who had fallen on the battlefield with him; the other piece was embedded in his head—a piece of shrapnel in the head was no joke. Ning Hui shuddered just thinking about the image of the metal shell of the shrapnel embedded in her flesh, and soon she felt a pain that went straight to her heart. The morning passed in a daze, and she had no appetite for lunch, which prompted Xiao Li to come over and ask if Ning Hui was feeling unwell, whether she needed to take some medicine or go to the hospital. Ning Hui saw that it was still early before her afternoon work start time, so she didn't think too much about it and dialed Hei Dan's number again: "Brother Hei Dan, I... I want to go see Boss Wang."

Chapter 15 Daughter's Tribulation

Ning Hui immediately regretted her words, feeling her face burning. What was wrong with her? Was her anxious concern for President Wang due to gratitude for his special care? Or was it the imagined image of shrapnel embedded in her flesh that terrified her? For a moment, Ning Hui hoped that Hei Dan on the phone hadn't heard what she had just said. Ning Hui's face was flushed—and no sunlight was streaming into the office—she didn't want anyone to see or hear the blush on her face. But Hei Dan on the phone had clearly understood the unspoken meaning in Ning Hui's words. As for whether he had noticed the blush on her face, I can't speculate whether special forces soldiers are really that perceptive. "Okay, I'll come to the company to pick you up right away."

Hei Dan's tone was decisive, which calmed Ning Hui's panicked thoughts somewhat. At least it seemed that Hei Dan didn't intend to pry into her embarrassment, and didn't think that her idea of going to see President Wang was inappropriate or abrupt. A little while later, Hei Dan drove Ning Hui to Mr. Wang's house. As soon as Ning Hui got in the car, Hei Dan told her, "Two minutes before you called, Mr. Wang called and asked me to pick him up."

"Is Mr. Wang alright?"

Ning Hui asked hurriedly, her heart pounding in her chest. "He seems fine,"

Hei Dan replied, and seeing that the road ahead was relatively open, he floored the accelerator—Hei Dan drives much more stylishly than Ning Hui, Ning Hui thought. Thinking this, she calmed her excitement a bit and began to admire Hei Dan's cool driving style. *Sigh, wife, why don't you compare me to Hei Dan in a hand-to-hand combat contest? Hei Dan would be even more stylish that way. Even eight of Ning Hui wouldn't be a match for him. Do you know what special forces soldiers do?* "Mr. Wang is alright now, what's the point of me going?"

Ning Hui asked herself. Mr. Wang's home was in one of the first upscale residential communities to emerge in the city about ten years ago, but now it seemed quite ordinary. The security guard at the entrance opened the gate as soon as he saw the car approaching, seemingly very familiar with Mr. Wang's black Mercedes. Hei Dan whistled to the guard, then parked the car in an open-air parking area within the community. He took out his phone and called Mr. Wang. "Mr. Wang, we've arrived. We're in the parking lot downstairs. We'll wait for you here."

"You guys?"

came Mr. Wang's voice from the other end of the line. "Who else?"

"Oh, and Minister Ning too. She was worried about your headache last night and said she wanted to come and see you."

Hei Dan raised his voice when he said "Minister Ning," making Ning Hui suddenly feel a little embarrassed. Ning Hui herself didn't know if her embarrassment stemmed from the fact that "Minister Ning" was a new title from Hei Dan, or from the fact that they were suddenly downstairs at Mr. Wang's building while she was at work—was it a bit too much of an exaggeration? On the other end of the phone, Mr. Wang hesitated for a moment, then his voice softened slightly: "This girl really knows how to pick her time. I'll be down right away."

Hei Dan quickly got out of the car to greet Mr. Wang, and Ning Hui followed suit. A moment later, Mr. Wang came downstairs carrying a handbag in one hand and a small birthday cake in the other. Hei Dan quickly went to take the items and put them in the car. Mr. Wang was wearing a black suit with a black overcoat; Ning Hui rarely remembered seeing him dressed so formally. Upon seeing Ning Hui, Mr. Wang immediately smiled: "What wind blew our Minister Ning here?"

He then opened the back door, gesturing for Ning Hui to get in. Ning Hui, on the other hand, felt genuinely embarrassed. She felt that Mr. Wang's attire suggested a story, as if he were attending some special event, but she couldn't quite place it. "Mr. Wang, where are we going now?"

Hei Dan started the car. "Minister Ning, is there anything urgent at the company this afternoon?"

General Manager Wang turned to ask Ning Hui. "No...no."

Ning Hui paused, then quickly shook her head. "Then I'll call the office later and tell them you're going out with me to meet a client."

Then General Manager Wang gestured to Heidan, "To Xishan Cemetery."

Ning Hui suddenly understood, inwardly cursing herself for being so stupid. "Why isn't Sister Tang going?"

Heidan asked. "She's at home. Every time she goes, she gets very sick. I didn't let her go today."

General Manager Wang's voice was low, sounding somewhat tired. "General Manager Wang, am I...am I getting in the way?"

Ning Hui finally asked timidly. "What are you talking about?" General Manager Wang laughed heartily as always, "I should be thanking you. I was wondering why my head usually aches for a day or two, but I woke up this morning feeling fine. It's all thanks to Comrade Ning's concern." General Manager Wang

's laughter echoed in the small space of the car for a long time, but Ning Hui felt that General Manager Wang's laughter today was somewhat desolate. "Mr. Wang is lying."

Ning Hui laughed too, hoping her laughter could dispel even a little bit of the desolation... Xishan Cemetery is about 70 or 80 kilometers from the city, and the road is difficult to travel; it took almost two hours to arrive. The cemetery was transformed from a continuous pine forest slope, and the rows of tombstones looked magnificent. This was another world, where only the ceaseless sound of the wind and the rustling of the forest accompanied one. At a bend in the mountain, a somewhat mottled tombstone stood—Mr. Wang's destination. Ning Hui hadn't dared to ask Mr. Wang who lay there. Clearly, Hei Dan was very familiar with the place; he walked ahead, quickly leaving Mr. Wang and Ning Hui far behind. When Mr. Wang and Ning Hui caught up, Hei Dan had already taken out the contents of his bag and arranged them: a plush doll, a large pile of colorful origami cranes and some paper money, and a cake placed neatly in front of the tombstone with a pink candle on it, the words "Happy Birthday" cast on it! Embedded in the tombstone was a photograph of a girl who looked to be about three years old. The photo was somewhat blurry, but the girl's smile was clearly visible, innocent and pure. Ning Hui later told me that it was the most heartbreaking smile she had ever seen in her life. The tombstone was inscribed with the words: Wang Huihui, 1990-1992. Looking at the tombstone, Ning Hui understood everything. She felt her whole body tremble, her heart sank, and tears immediately streamed down her face. Mr. Wang stood before the tombstone for a while, letting the mountain wind blow through his hair. Then he bent down and picked up a lighter to light a candle. After several attempts, he couldn't light it. Hei Dan quickly went over and shielded him from the wind, but they still couldn't light it; Mr. Wang's hands were trembling. Mr. Wang refused Heidan's help, insisting on lighting the candles himself. He then reached out and stroked the photo on the tombstone, beginning to murmur his heartfelt lament, his voice desolate and moving: "Hui'er, today is your birthday. Your father has come to see you, and your mother folded so many origami cranes for you and brought you some dolls, all your favorites. Today, you should have been twenty, a young woman. Your father and mother miss you so much."

Even Heidan beside him began to weep. Ning Hui felt as if her body was floating in the wind, her body trembling violently from the intense sobbing. Seeing Ning Hui about to collapse, Mr. Wang quickly stood up. Ning Hui leaned weakly against Mr. Wang's shoulder, crying even harder. "The child had meningitis. I was still in the army at the time, and I didn't even get to see her one last time before I passed away."

Mr. Wang put his arm around Ning Hui's shoulder, watching her tears flow like a burst dam, unsure whether he should continue this heartbreaking story. Mr. Wang handed Ning Hui a stack of tissues: "Xiao Ning, when I came to the company and saw you, I thought my Hui'er had returned. If she were still here, she would be as tall as you now, and just as beautiful."

Mr. Wang originally wanted to comfort Ning Hui, but his voice choked up as he spoke. Ning Hui, who had been curled up on Mr. Wang's shoulder like a little bird, began to use the tissues to stop and wipe away the tears on her face and her plump, reddened eyes—in a short while, Ning Hui's eyes were swollen from crying—then she looked up at Mr. Wang, thinking that this mighty man who had experienced the baptism of life and death in war was actually riddled with shrapnel in his heart, each piece weighing a ton. Even the strongest man is still just a mortal. At this moment, Ning Hui felt a surge of maternal compassion and pity, and then she said firmly, "Mr. Wang, let me be your daughter, okay?"

That single word moved even heaven and earth, and a light drizzle began to fall. Two days later, the model competition was held as scheduled in the city television station's studio. I stepped into the sweltering hall, its central air conditioning set too high, with the spirit of a warrior on a battlefield. Ning Zhufu's name was placed on the very edge of the judges' panel, which suited me perfectly—thanks to President Qiao's consideration. On one hand, I'm not one to crave mainstream propaganda or eagerly join the crowd. I like the word "edge," for example, the phrase "on the 'edge' of life" evokes a poignant romanticism about life's tragedy; and "margin"—what a humanistic and emotionally charged word! In the myriad endeavors of life, it is on the edge of humanity and inhumanity that the deepest recesses of the human soul are truly revealed and analyzed, allowing us to truly embody the myriad facets of human nature. On the other hand, my plan was that if Ning Zhufu really messed things up in this pre-arranged competition, I could still make a show of it as quietly as possible. For example, I could simply get up and slip away, pretending it was a one-way trip to the restroom. Since this competition had already been manipulated by the underworld or a gang-related force, my only remaining connection to it was contestant number twenty-nine—her name was Luo Xiaoyan, my English student, and contestant number nine—I wanted to know who this person was. As expected, the competition unfolded exactly as my sharp eyes had predicted—in terms of sharp hairstyles and sharp eyes, Boss Qiu and Daoba belonged to the former, while Ning Zhufu clearly belonged to the latter—Luo Xiaoyan displayed superior strength among all the contestants, arguably the most dazzling star of the night. But the competition's progress was controlled by the man with the knife-like head. For most of the competition, contestant number nine consistently led in points, while Luo Xiaoyan, though temporarily in second place, had a score that seemed neither too high nor too low—just high enough for second place, and too low to possibly catch up to first place. The funny thing was, all the points I gave Luo Xiaoyan were treated as "removing the highest score" and discarded! That's dark humor! —I'd bet Boss Qiu that if the highest and lowest scores weren't removed, Luo Xiaoyan and contestant number nine's rankings would be completely different now. Damn it. The result was already manipulated; what's the point of competing in the later rounds? I was getting bored. If it weren't for my taller female apprentice who studies English, I would have really regretted becoming this judge who was practically tied to a string. I angrily texted Boss Qiao: "I want to leave to protest the unfair judging today. I'm asking for permission from you, Boss Qiao."

Boss Qiao replied immediately: "I call you 'Boss,' okay? You're my boss now! Get this straight, this is being broadcast live on TV citywide! Are you trying to get me killed?"

My mind raced, trying to devise a way to express my dissatisfaction without harming Boss Qiao. My mom says I've always been quick-witted and full of clever ideas, and sure enough, I had a brilliant plan—I turned the nameplate for "Ning the Cook" upside down and placed it face down on the table. I don't know how many people at the venue or watching on TV noticed Ning the Cook's brave and meaningful act, but I'm sure at least three people I know did: Boss Qiao; Boss Qiu; and of course, Luo Xiaoyan. They all mentioned it later. There was also a small-time intern reporter from a tabloid with little influence. The reporters from the major newspapers covering the competition didn't seem to have any professional sensitivity or news sense. This intern, however, looked like a fresh-faced, still-fresh-out-of-school girl with a ponytail. Among the celebrities and socialites, she found Ning Zhufu, who always liked to stay on the sidelines, and timidly asked this question: "I noticed that Mr. Nan's scores for contestant number 29 were coincidentally all taken as the highest score and removed. Also, in the second half of the competition, Mr. Nan's nameplate was placed in an unusual position on his seat for some reason. Is there any connection between these two things, and between them and the competition results?"

(Damn, good question!) I replied, "Number 29 is undoubtedly the uncrowned champion of today's competition. It's a pity, if the highest score weren't removed, this crown would undoubtedly belong to number 29. As for the nameplate, well, it was blown over by the wind."

The next day, the newspaper actually published an interview with me, titled "Model Competition Suspected of Hidden Rules: A Story About Judges and Models." Damn it, thankfully the newspaper didn't have much impact, preventing further negative consequences for me. That intern with such a keen news sense was later directly recommended to General Manager Qiao and recruited to our newspaper. Later, when she saw me, she kept apologizing, saying that the article was edited by their editor-in-chief, completely different from her original report. I believed her. Between the editor-in-chief and the intern reporter, I chose to believe the intern reporter, because interns are marginalized. I thought this grand drama of the model competition, full of suspense, struggle, eroticism, fantasy, knives, and the underworld, had finally come to an end. Boss Qiu got what he wanted, and Ning Zhufu maintained his integrity. The ending was a close call, and everyone was happy. I thought that Boss Qiu and I would forget each other from then on, after all, we weren't from the same world. But what I didn't expect was that this drama had only just begun. After the competition, just as I was about to leave the TV station, Boss Qiu and Dao Ba appeared out of nowhere and blocked my way at the door. Boss Qiu very kindly invited me to have a drink and catch up. I really didn't want to deal with these people with their knife-like heads anymore. Besides, the image of someone being bandaged up in a sack, weighed down with a stone, and thrown into the river immediately flashed through my mind. "Is Boss Qiu planning to settle scores later?"

Boss Qiu quickly waved his hand: "Mr. Nan, you're overthinking it. We're friends. I do have something else to ask of you today. But it's definitely not something to make things difficult for you."

I wasn't going to fall for that. If I had to go on another one-night stand or something, damn it, having those gorgeous foreign beauties like Katyusha, with their white butts and thighs swaying in front of me, and having to pretend I didn't see them and act like a law-abiding citizen was too torturous. I wouldn't do it! "No need, Boss Qiu. From now on, we'll leave each other alone. I appreciate your kindness, Boss Qiu."

I clasped my hands in a fist and bow. "Farewell!" I brushed past the two swordsmen with their knife-like heads and headed towards the door. I thought I was about to escape Boss Qiu's clutches when his voice came from behind me: "Number Nine is my long-lost daughter. Would you like to hear her story, Mr. Nan?"

I paused, stopping in my tracks.

(12-04

Chapter 16: Sister Tang and Black Egg)

Since I was going to have a drink, whether it was tea or something, I decided to go to my familiar old spot, the Bamboo Forest Teahouse—I was afraid of being dragged to some decadent place whose name I didn't even know, giving me a terrifying experience that would not only intensify my sense of defeat but also leave me agonizing over whether to fall into depravity or not. I couldn't take that. Although I like the edge, I don't like the feeling that the edge of the edge is a cliff. Honestly, to be frank, I'd be willing to give up ten years of my life for a single night with a girl like Katyusha at that fancy nightclub. That white, voluptuous flesh would be incredibly juicy. But what happened next still left me deeply troubled. This Boss Qiu seems destined to be someone I can't escape. Just like last time, Dao Ba ordered a pot of fine Longjing tea, the best tea available in this humble teahouse tucked away in an ordinary alley. After settling in, Boss Qiu handed me a cigar from Cuba—it was damn good stuff. I took it without hesitation and put it in my mouth. Dao Ba immediately lit it with a match, and I took a puff. The Caribbean breeze was still there; it was really refreshing. Does Boss Qiu have relatives living in Havana's Chinatown or something? How come he always has cigars from Cuba on hand? "Why did you bring this up?"

I asked, referring, of course, to the story of Boss Qiu's long-lost daughter. "If I hadn't brought this up, would Mr. Nan be sitting here with me now?"

Boss Qiu exhaled a light breath of Caribbean sea air, his eyes fixed on me, a look of perhaps slight smug triumph in them. I admit I was extremely curious about who this powerful figure, Number Nine, was—a local tycoon who might even have relatives in Havana's Chinatown. Someone capable of orchestrating such a commotion—wouldn't this display of paternal love be something truly earth-shattering? I sipped my Longjing tea and exhaled a breath of Caribbean sea air myself. Damn, enjoy yourself, everyone knows how to do that. "Ahem,"

Boss Qiu cleared his throat and began his story in a low voice, "I lost both my parents at a young age and grew up relying on the charity of others. I dropped out of school before finishing junior high and started wandering the streets, what you'd call 'wandering the underworld.' Back then, I did nothing but petty theft and had no proper job. Later, I met the 'child's mother,' a girl from out of town who was working as a waitress at a hotel

. She was quite tall and fair-skinned, and quite pretty." At this point, Boss Qiu's eyes suddenly lit up. He flicked his cigarette ash and continued, "Before that, there was a street thug who liked her, so we had a duel by the river to decide who would get the 'child's mother.'"

"And the result?"

I knew that the 'child's mother's mother ended up with Boss Qiu, but I wanted to know the outcome of the duel. "I threw him into the river,"

Boss Qiu said coldly. "Feeded the fish?"

I gasped, wondering if that guy from Ninghui University, who acted all lovey-dovey in front of the girls' dormitory and challenged me to a duel by the river, would be able to throw him in too. Otherwise, the consequences would be dire, because I can't swim. "How could I feed the fish? We grew up by the river."

It was clear that Boss Qiu still enjoyed this glorious history, and he began to ponder, perhaps thinking about his wife or the street thug who had been thrown into the river. "In the end, of course, I got the wife, but the most important thing is that she was also a poor child, an orphan. We were in the same boat, and we got married not long after we got together."

"However,"

Boss Qiu's speech suddenly slowed, and he lit another cigar he'd brought from Cuba. "Getting married didn't change my life. I still lived a life of fighting and bloodshed."

Who said Boss Qiu was uncultured and a roughneck? The idiom "bloodshed" is used so coolly! "No matter how much my wife tried to persuade me, I wouldn't listen. I even had other women outside."

Boss Qiu's eyes began to glaze over, perhaps from the Caribbean breeze. "Not long after... trouble struck. In a fight, I seriously injured someone and was sentenced to seven years for intentional assault. After I went to jail, his mother quickly divorced me and then disappeared without a trace."

"And then..."

Actually, by this point I had a rough idea of what happened next. "Then I found out that his mother was already pregnant..." I could tell

the glaze in Boss Qiu's eyes now wasn't from the Caribbean breeze. "...She got pregnant with my daughter and gave birth to her. Just before this model competition, she came to me and told me everything. It turns out they hadn't left this city and were living in a small county nearby."

"Why did she only come to you now?"

"She told me that Tingting—excuse me, Zhou Tingting is my daughter's name, she takes her mother's surname—has a dream of participating in the national model competition. She told me she couldn't help her anymore, so she came to me."

I understood everything: "So you exclusively sponsored this model competition and did everything you could to help your daughter win the championship so she could participate in the national competition?" Boss Qiu didn't look at me, stubbed out the second cigar he brought from Cuba, and nodded. "Boss Qiu is truly a man of integrity and loyalty, I admire him greatly. You should have said so earlier, I thought..."

I laughed out loud. I thought everyone on Earth knew—but this model competition thing really made Ning Zhufu quite the actor, and he didn't even manage to pull it off. He almost ruined a tearful scene of father and daughter's deep affection. “Mr. Nan, I completely understand what you think. I, Qiu, am no saint either. I’ve been a womanizer since I was a kid,”

I knew Mr. Qiu was getting carried away. Women are always a man’s eternal topic. “But this time, it’s not what you think. I just wanted to have some fun with a little modeling job. I didn’t want to say it at first because it would be too sentimental. I, Qiu, am not used to being pitied. However, today, Mr. Nan and I have become friends through a misunderstanding. I really admire Mr. Nan’s integrity. It’s not easy these days.”

“Does your daughter know about this?”

I asked, actually guessing she didn’t. “No! I want her to feel that this is her own dream.”

Mr. Qiu paused, then revealed a hint of melancholy: “I know the real champion of this competition should be number twenty-nine.”

Number twenty-nine… Luo Xiaoyan! My heart skipped a beat. How did this get involved with her? This is not good. “Didn’t Mr. Qiu want to see me about something today?”

I quickly changed the subject. "Ha, Mr. Nan is so straightforward. Let's be gentlemen first, then..."

Perhaps Boss Qiu realized he'd misused the phrase, so he corrected it, "Gentlemen first, then gentlemen again! Dao Ba, bring the contracts."

Dao Ba brought two different contracts. "Here are two contracts. One is for the advertising slogan you designed for our company; I hope to buy its copyright." Perhaps seeing my wide-open mouth, Boss Qiu handed me a cigar from Cuba. "This second one is because I greatly admire Mr. Nan's talent and integrity, and hope to hire you to work with our company for mutual development. The remuneration details on both contracts are blank; Mr. Nan, you can decide for yourself."

Boss Qiu, oh Boss Qiu, that scene at the lavish nightclub was like a hellish ordeal for me. Are you not satisfied until you've exposed the greedy and ugly side of Madam Ning's nature? At that moment, I felt a fragility in my heart I had never experienced before, pounding like a drum. Immediately, the image of Mr. Qiao, the newspaper's general manager, with his gloomy face every time he paid salaries flashed before my eyes—"Mr. Qiao, is it really that serious? Our newspaper is among the top three in the city!" I put the cigar I'd brought from Cuba in my mouth, and Daoba immediately struck a match, but this time I didn't taste the Caribbean flavor. I was stunned. Seeing my silence, Boss Qiu said, "How about this, let's be straightforward. I'll buy the copyright to that advertising slogan for 100,000. You come to our company, and I'll give you an annual salary of 400,000, plus a year-end bonus according to the vice president's standards!"

Boss Qiu said this with utter nonchalance. 400,000 plus bonuses—that's enough to upgrade my wife's Bora to a BMW in a year! At that moment, I finally thought of Ning Hui. Like seeing the sun after a fog had cleared, I told myself that this was a big matter, and Ning Hui had to report it to the person in charge of the Ning mansion. I tried to calm my racing heart and made my decision for the evening: "Well then, Mr. Qiu, I really didn't expect to sell that advertising slogan to you, but I appreciate your kind offer. I'll sign the copyright contract, but I can't decide about coming to your company right now. Can I consider it for a few days?"

"Sure, no problem at all."

Mr. Qiu immediately waved for Dao Ba to bring out a pen to sign. Just as I was signing, Luo Xiaoyan's text message arrived: "Tonight was such a surprise! Teacher Nan was actually sitting on the judging panel! Thank you so much for your support, Teacher Nan, I'm so happy! Teacher Nan was so cool tonight!"

The text message ended with a smiley face followed by a rose. The next day, President Wang had to go on a business trip out of town, his flight was that evening. As night fell, Hei Dan, driving his black Mercedes, dropped Mr. Wang off at the airport and was about to head back when he received a call from Mrs. Tang, Mr. Wang's wife: "Hei Dan, did you take Mr. Wang to the airport?"

"Just now, I'm on my way back."

Hei Dan's demeanor while talking on the phone and steering wheel was undeniably stylish; Ning Hui's taste was truly impeccable. "Then why don't you just come over to the house, okay?"

Tang Jie's words were neither a request nor a command, but rather like telling someone she knew very well what he should do next. When Hei Dan arrived at Boss Wang's house, he only rang the doorbell once, and Tang Jie immediately came to open the door, everything as familiar as a procedure she had performed a thousand times. Before Tang Jie could speak, Hei Dan entered and picked up Tang Jie's voluptuous body, biting her full and sexy lips. Tang Jie didn't waste any time, directly offering her thick, wet, and soft tongue to Hei Dan's mouth, letting him suckle it with almost frenzied gusto. The room was warm, and Tang Jie was only wearing a cotton onesie nightgown, her body exuding the fragrance of a recent bath. Underneath the nightgown, her white skin was exposed, her breasts heaving, completely naked, seemingly waiting for tonight's sensual and masculine assault. Black Egg and Sister Tang exchanged tongues, their tongues locked in a passionate kiss. Black Egg's hands were already inside her pajamas, skillfully kneading Sister Tang's soft, plump breasts like a steering wheel. When Black Egg pinched the hard, brown nipples between his fingers, Sister Tang couldn't help but moan, "You little rascal, you're going to crush my body!"

"I missed you so much, Sister Tang!"

Black Egg finally released his entangled tongues, letting out a breath before reaching for her smooth, glossy thighs beneath her pajamas. "You made me lose my mind just two days ago, and you're thinking about this again today?"

Sister Tang's voice was a little hoarse, but incredibly magnetic. "I've come to talk business with you today!"

"We have to finish our business first!"

Black Egg didn't care about any of that. He tossed Sister Tang onto the living room sofa and started taking off his own clothes. Sister Tang reached out and teased Blackie's crotch, saying in a seductive voice, "Then go take a shower first, okay? Be a good girl."

As she spoke, Blackie's crotch bulged high. Sister Tang was forty-three, remarkably well-preserved, with distinctly Chinese features and a face shape. If she wore the attire of a woman from the Jiangnan water towns, sitting gracefully, she would be a picture of the allure of the Qinhuai River at night. Aside from a slightly protruding belly, Sister Tang showed no other signs of aging. In fact, that belly, given to a woman with a skillful and alluring charm, would be a perfect aphrodisiac for men—and Sister Tang was that kind of woman. Sister Tang was the kind of woman who, when still, exuded elegance and grace, and when in motion, was utterly seductive; truly, as the saying goes, "still as a noblewoman, in motion as a wanton woman." Just think, for a normal man, is that charming little belly a burden or a Viagra? Hei Dan quickly emerged naked from the bathroom, his muscular, dark body and erect, brownish-black penis glistening with moisture. Tang Jie, seeing that shiny, dark penis, felt a surge of desire, a urge to fill her entire body with it, immediately coursing through her: "I have three holes, how can one penis be enough?" As usual, Hei Dan would ejaculate first in Tang Jie's mouth, but today, seeing the beautiful silhouette of his glistening, moist penis as he walked naked from the bathroom, Tang Jie felt as if a mere touch of his penis could bring her to orgasm, especially in her anus. At this moment, without a powerful, forceful thrust from that shiny black penis, how could she satisfy this lewd craving? Tang Jie took off her pajamas and lay face down on the sofa, sticking her butt out at Hei Dan. She coquettishly muttered, "Come on from behind, into the hole above. If only you had two dicks."

This position aroused Hei Dan. Hei Dan, with his hard penis, thrust it straight into Tang Jie's anus. Tang Jie's anus had already been thoroughly opened, so the insertion was smooth and without resistance. Tang Jie immediately began moaning with pleasure, telling Hei Dan he could thrust in and out to his heart's content. Even with Hei Dan's medium-to-large penis, he never reached the very end when inserting into Tang Jie's anus. At this moment, Tang Jie's rear end so desperately craved firm penetration and fullness. While Black Egg's penis thrust violently in sync with the white waves of Tang Jie's buttocks undulating, his hand caressed Tang Jie's clitoris from the front. Tang Jie knew her body very well, and her delicate fingers guided Black Egg to unleash a clitoral orgasm combined with anal orgasm from behind. "Ahhh! Ah!..."

Tang Jie used all her strength to unleash every orgasm she could muster, culminating in that final "Ah," her anus clenching around Black Egg's shiny black penis as milky semen gushed out between her buttocks... Finally, Tang Jie gently removed Black Egg's penis from behind and placed it in her mouth, sucking on it carefully until it had satisfied its pleasure and slowly softened. Then she went to the bathroom to wash up, put on her pajamas, and sat languidly on the sofa, motionless, instantly transforming back into a graceful and elegant lady—although the cleavage accentuated by her pajamas still looked shimmering. "Hey, Blackie, I called you here today to ask you something."

Blackie asked while getting dressed, "What is it, Sister Tang?"

"It's been so many years, and recently your boss, Mr. Wang, seems to have undergone some encouraging changes."

Sister Tang picked up an apple from the coffee table and started peeling it. "You mean?"

Blackie asked, somewhat puzzled. "He told me he can feel it now, almost every time he's with her."

Sister Tang said with a smile. "You mean... with Ning Hui?"

Blackie suddenly realized. "Yes, Old Wang told me several times when he's with Ning Hui, at work, eating together, riding in the car together, etc., he has a very strong erection. Old Wang hasn't felt like this in many years."

Sister Tang finished peeling the apple, cut it in half, and handed it to Blackie. "He said that just smelling Ning Hui's scent makes him feel very aroused."

"Ah, that's good news! I think Ning Hui really admires Mr. Wang." Blackie took a big bite, and half of the apple was gone. "That's what I wanted to ask you today. What's the situation between Ning Hui and President Wang? She recently recognized President Wang as her godfather, and she's only been married a short time. President Wang and I even attended her wedding. Her husband is supposedly a very talented man. President Wang and I don't want to negatively impact their family like this. President Wang keeps saying he feels guilty about having these feelings for Ning Hui."

"Sister Tang, I'm sure Ning Hui likes President Wang. I'll go sound her out. Leave it to me. President Wang is so lucky to have such a beautiful woman admiring him. It seems his heroic deeds weren't for nothing!"

Hei Dan said, reaching out to kiss Sister Tang, actually wanting her to feed him apples. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Don't you know what I do? A scout, okay?"

"Ning Hui is a good girl. Mr. Wang and I really don't want to hurt her, but I also hope she likes... and... admires our Mr. Wang... it's true."

Hei Dan kissed Sister Tang's lips. Amidst the swirling of Hei Dan's tongue, saliva, and apple juice, Sister Tang began to pant again as she spoke.

Chapter 17 "Ribery" Bakery

With Sister Tang's wolfish age and Hei Dan's special forces physique, they wouldn't stop until most of the night was filled with passionate lovemaking. When Hei Dan inserted his penis, which had already ejaculated twice, into Sister Tang's wet vagina again, Sister Tang, who had climaxed countless times, no longer knew the limits of orgasm. She only felt that her body was still as sensitive as ever, with waves of pleasure, and that her desire was still as unfathomable as the endless night. Sister Tang felt her strength waning, and her voice was hoarse from the repeated orgasms. She simply clenched her vagina tightly around Black Egg's penis, slowly undulating it. The feeling of fullness was far more pleasurable than a sudden, exhausting orgasm. Sister Tang wanted to prolong this sensation, so she continued talking to Black Egg. Black Egg, understandingly, cooperated with the grinding of her lower body, his penis and mouth responding to her. "You're thirty this year, right?"

"Yes, exactly thirty, Sister Tang."

"It's time to find someone, isn't it? Have you met any girls lately? Have you met anyone suitable? Sister Tang can give you some advice?"

Hei Dan thought Tang Jie was a real genius. He was still enjoying his lover's penis lying on top of him, and now she was arranging his marriage. This woman was incredibly resilient. "Well, there hasn't been any special contact, just a colleague from work… who often comes over…"

Hei Dan was an honest man, especially with Boss Wang and Tang Jie, he never hid anything. "…She often flirts with me."

"Who is it? What's her name?"

"Fu Lili, the manager of the company's finance department."

"Hehehe, how does she flirt with you?"

Tang Jie's vagina began to spasm slightly; actually, she was incredibly excited about flirting with Hei Dan, who was lying on top of her. "You two… have done it?"

"No, no, she just comes to see me all the time, but I can tell she's interested." Hei Dan spoke his mind, and seeing Tang Jie's excitement, he suddenly increased the speed of his thrusting. "Ah...when will you...do it with her?"

Sister Tang began to pant, her body groaning and writhing under the intense thrusting of Black Egg's penis. It was clear that this seductive conversation had aroused Sister Tang's desire for another orgasm... The next day, President Wang was still out of town, and Black Egg had nothing to do all day. Near the end of the workday, he called Ning Hui and asked her if she wanted to hear President Wang's war stories. Ning Hui found Hei Dan's call a bit sudden, but she hadn't expected it to be such a pleasant surprise—hearing President Wang's story. Of course, she was more than happy to oblige. So, she replied to Hei Dan on the phone, "Great! Also, I was just thinking of asking Brother Hei Dan for some driving tips; I'm terrible at driving."

"No problem, then I won't drive. I'll just ride in Minister Ning's car."

"Hmm, how about this? I'm going to buy some croissants at the French bakery after work later. I haven't had

them in ages and I'm craving them. There's a pedestrian street not far away, so let's find a place to sit there." Ning Hui was quite excited as she spoke; everything about President Wang seemed to inexplicably excite her now. The bakery, which had a young French baker who looked like Ribery and was named "Ribery," was a street-front shop, just two blocks away from the bustling commercial pedestrian street in the downtown area. The bread in the shop is all freshly baked and sold on the spot. Coupled with the celebrity effect of "Ribéry" and that unmistakably French face that resembles Ribery's bread, the bakery gradually gained fame, and customers were always coming and going. Approaching the bakery, Ning Hui was immediately dumbfounded by the densely packed cars parked along the roadside. How was she supposed to park? Hei Dan offered to park it, and he found a spot not far from the bakery with a very tight angle, barely enough space for one car. Hei Dan glanced at it with eagle-like eyes, and in a few swift movements, as if by magic, he squeezed the car in. This was incredible, making Ning Hui think Hei Dan's driving skills were even more amazing. Later, she repeatedly praised Hei Dan's skills to her husband, Ning, saying how amazing they were, like those of a Chinese special forces soldier, with a very admiring expression. "Wow, Black Egg Bro, your driving skills are amazing!"

Ning Hui exclaimed. "I'm going to buy some bread now and I'll be right back. You wait for me in the car, it'll be ten minutes at most, then we'll go to the pedestrian street."

The bakery wasn't too crowded today. After queuing for about five minutes, Ning Hui bought a large bag of freshly baked croissants and other breads, still warm to the touch. After paying, Ning Hui turned and stepped out of the shop. Because she was in such a hurry, she wasn't paying much attention to the road, "Pfft!"

She bumped into someone coming from the opposite direction. Ning Hui instinctively managed to keep herself from falling, but her hands went out of control, and the bread scattered all over the ground. Only then did Ning Hui take a closer look. The other person was a tall, burly man, wearing an open shirt despite it being winter. Half of his chest seemed deliberately exposed, because a blue dragon's head tattoo—most of it a triad symbol—was visible through the open shirt. He looked ruthless and had a sinister air about him. Ning Hui subconsciously said, "Sorry!"

and bent down to pick up the food bag from the ground, as some bread inside hadn't rolled to the ground. Just as Ning Hui reached for the bag, a foot suddenly swept across and stomped on it. Ning Hui noticed a small blue dragon tattooed on the ankle. Watching the freshly baked croissants being crushed like ants by this fierce foot, Ning Hui immediately felt a pang of heartache mixed with anger. "An apology is all it takes?"

a gruff voice boomed above Ning Hui. Ning Hui stood up, looking at the burly man who seemed to have a blue dragon tattooed all over his body, who was so provocative. Her almond-shaped eyes glared, and without considering the consequences, she retorted righteously, "Don't be so unreasonable!"

"Hehe, girl, do you know how well-behaved you are when you're angry?"

the burly man suddenly grinned. Ning Hui realized she had truly encountered thugs, perhaps even gangsters. Realizing this entanglement wasn't going to work, she tried to dodge aside, intending to escape the burly man covered in blue dragon tattoos. Unexpectedly, three more burly men, dressed similarly to the one in front of her, appeared out of nowhere, forming a four-sided encirclement, trapping Ning Hui in the middle. "Brother Long, did she hurt you? Girl, you figure out how to compensate Brother Long, okay?" the one on the left said, fawning over the man with the blue dragon tattoos. "Tsk tsk, damn, this girl is as cute as a fairy." The one

on the right leered, swallowing hard as he spoke. "Girl, come have a drink with us, we're all chivalrous men, you know."

The one behind, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, reached out to put his hand on Ning Hui's shoulder in a lewd manner. A crowd had gathered, but seeing the menacing faces of the four men surrounding Ning Hui, no one dared to utter a sound. Most feigned anger but dared not speak, while a few remained indifferent, adopting a spectator's stance. Ning Hui instinctively clutched her handbag tightly to her chest, her breasts heaving as her heart pounded. But after a brief moment of panic, Ning Hui quickly calmed down, her mind instantly turning to Heidan sitting in the car not far away! If she had simply shouted, Heidan would surely have heard her. I later confirmed this with Ning Hui, asking if her first thought in that critical moment was of her husband. Ning Hui answered without hesitation, "No, honey, I was thinking of Heidan."

That answer made my heart ache a little, yet also filled me with a strange excitement! Ning Hui was about to shout—I later asked her what she hadn't uttered? Surely not a cry for help? Ning Hui smiled sweetly and replied, "I was calling for Brother Heidan!" I was stunned for a moment, but strangely, the word "Brother Black Egg" made me lose all my heartache and instead feel excited—suddenly, the encirclement surrounding Ning Hui was torn open, the opening coming from between "Dragon" and the kid on the left side of the street. Black Egg darted out and grabbed the shoulders of the two men, and with a little force, they almost stumbled and fell to the ground. "Is it a bad thing for you guys to bully a woman in the street?"

Black Egg's eyes flashed coldly as he pulled Ning Hui in front of him. "Dragon" and his gang finally came to their senses and first sized up Black Egg—actually, Black Egg wasn't very tall, just over 1.7 meters. The weather was a bit cold, so Black Egg was dressed quite warmly, and his muscular physique wasn't very well displayed. "Dragon" and his gang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. They realized that the guy in front of them was just an ant looking for death. Moreover, their four-to-one advantage, coupled with their seemingly fearless attitude, made them instantly arrogant. The bigger guy, who was smoking, spat the cigarette on the ground and charged at Black Egg, yelling, "You little brat, looking for death? Trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? I'll show you today that being a hero isn't so easy!"

As he spoke, a punch flew towards Black Egg's face. Black Egg easily pushed Ning Hui aside. In his opinion, the guy who pounced on him was incredibly amateurish, all bravado and brute force, his body and vital points completely exposed. Black Egg didn't even bother to block the punch; instead, with lightning speed, he dodged, his hands already firmly around the man's waist, one foot on his groin, and with a powerful, kneading motion, he tossed the man into the air, leaving him sprawling on the ground. That burly man weighed at least 160 pounds! The onlookers were stunned. Everything happened in two seconds. Ning Hui had initially been worried about Black Egg, but seeing this, she understood that today, Brother Black Egg was going to teach this "Green Dragon" gang a lesson—being a thug wasn't easy. Hmph! Thinking they could act like gangsters and bosses just because they had a few dragons tattooed on their bodies? Ning Hui was thoroughly enjoying herself. Five seconds later, all four of "Brother Long" were lying on the ground, rubbing their arms and legs, groaning in pain. Black Egg went over and stuffed a piece of bread that had been crushed on the ground into "Brother Long's" mouth, saying, "Don't let me see you guys again someday!"

"Jackie Chan! Ho! Ho! Ho ho! Gongfu!" At some point, the French guy in the bakery who looked a lot like Ribery had stood next to Ning Hui. Having witnessed Black Egg's agile skills, he couldn't help but dance around, gesturing with his hands the most common kung fu moves he knew—to Ning Hui, the movements looked like a white monkey clowning around, quite comical—but Ning Hui was too embarrassed to laugh. "Your friend is so cool!" "Ribery," perhaps intentionally trying to strike up a conversation with Ning Hui, because he didn't know if Ning Hui understood English. “Sorry, he’s not my boyfriend, just my friend.” Ning Hui turned to look at “Ribery”—to be fair, this Frenchman was much more handsome than “Ribery,” and importantly, he didn’t look as weathered as “Ribery.” He had a striking, prominent Gallic nose, but his blue eyes were particularly captivating. As a man, when I later had the chance to look at those eyes up close, I admit they still possessed an indescribable charm. Of all the parts of foreigners—I’ve discussed this with Ning Hui—I like their eyes the most, both men and women. Just look at Paul Newman’s eyes; you’ll think of a piece called “The Blue Danube.” Ning Hui and I agreed on this point. Later, she told me that she thought Ribery was quite handsome because of his particularly captivating blue eyes. "You speak?"

Ribery's blue eyes suddenly lit up. "A little bit,"

Ning Hui smiled sweetly at Ribery, her mood suddenly becoming exceptionally good, unsure whether it was because she admired Heidan's heroic fight against the thugs or Ribery's comical antics. Ning Hui prepared to leave with Heidan. Seeing this, Ribery quickly said, "Wait a second!" He then rushed into the bakery and rushed out again, carrying a bag of croissants to Ning Hui and handing it to her. "How much?"

Ning Hui took the bread, somewhat touched, thinking this Frenchman was quite thoughtful. "No, no, it doesn't cost money!"

Ribery waved his hand. "Hehe, you speak," Ning Hui found this Frenchman increasingly endearing, especially when speaking his accented Chinese. "A little bit."

Ribery felt embarrassed, unsure whether it was because he thought Ning Hui was praising him, or because his Chinese was limited to just "yi di dian."

Ning Hui smiled, said "thank you," and walked with Hei Dan towards the parked car. Ribery stood there, stunned, when suddenly something occurred to him: "Hi, beautiful! May have number? (Can I have your phone number?)"

"Thank you for the bread,"

Ning Hui said without turning her head, speaking in a heavily accented "Ribery" style of Chinese. It was unclear whether the Frenchman understood her. Ning Hui and Hei Dan found a comfortable café on the pedestrian street and sat down. "Thank you, Brother Hei Dan! Who knows what would have happened if it weren't for you? But those moves you used to subdue them were absolutely awesome!"

Ning Hui was still immersed in the scene, her gaze towards Hei Dan filled with admiration. "Hehe, just a few thugs. I didn't even use much force, otherwise they'd all be in the hospital now."

Hei Dan felt a little embarrassed by her gaze, knowing full well why he had come to see Ning Hui. "Minister Ning..."

“Brother Heidan, just call me Xiao Ning when we’re not at the company. Calling me ‘Minister Ning’ sounds awkward to me.”

Ning Hui smiled brightly, clearly in a cheerful and carefree mood. “Um, Minister Ning… no, Xiao Ning. I’m straightforward and not very good with words. I just want to ask you a question.”

Heidan paused. “What question?”

Ning Hui blinked, looking at Heidan. He seemed quite serious; she couldn’t imagine what important question he could have. “You…”

Heidan hesitated, “What do you think of President Wang?”

"Hehe, of course it's great, what's up?"

Ning Hui hadn't expected Hei Dan to ask such a question, because at this moment she hadn't grasped the meaning behind his words. "Weren't you going to tell me about President Wang's war stories today? I've loved watching war movies since I was little, and I really admire those war heroes. His daughter's experience was so heartbreaking. President Wang has actually had a tough time."

Ning Hui spoke eloquently about President Wang, her eyes shining brightly. "What I mean is, do you... like President Wang?"

Hei Dan finally mustered up the courage to ask. "I know, Mr. Wang, I really... really like you!"

Ning Hui's face flushed instantly upon hearing this! Ning Hui lowered her head, her fingers twisting the coffee cup, remaining silent for a long time. "Brother Hei Dan, let's... not talk about this, okay? I... really respect Mr. Wang!"

Finally, Ning Hui uttered these words, her voice clear only to her, her thoughts lost as she spoke... My married life with Ning Hui has been quite enjoyable lately, mainly because I always insist that Ning Hui play games with great enthusiasm, making her imagine that she's having sex with other men. Ning Hui seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit. She had gotten used to closing her eyes and receiving my penis thrusting in and out while she was having sex with the man she fantasized about elsewhere. She always reached her climax quickly, and several times her orgasms were so intense that they almost broke my penis inside her. Whenever I saw Ning Hui's seductive and intoxicated enjoyment with her eyes closed, I always had a distorted feeling—even though my most beloved woman was entwined with me, I could clearly feel that the orgasm right before my eyes was actually for another man—that feeling was fucking like opium. The intoxicating pleasure was overwhelming. Ning Hui had been telling me her list of ideal lovers in various ways: Tyson, Brad Pitt, Tony Leung… but I knew that none of these people were actually in her mind; there was only one person truly on her mind. But tonight, when I asked her to fantasize about her ideal lover as usual, my penis, inserted into Ning Hui's vagina, didn't receive the usual intense response. Ning Hui's eyes weren't closed, and her body seemed a little numb. Sensing something was wrong, I gently asked, "Baby, what's wrong today? Are you feeling unwell?"

“No,”

Ning Hui stammered, “Honey… I want to ask you a question.”

“Okay, go ahead, darling.”

I leaned down and gently kissed Ning Hui’s lips. I loved the way she spoke, kissing her like this, I loved the orchid-like fragrance of her breath. “Honey, do you really want me to… have sex with other men?”

Ning Hui looked at me intently. I had never seen Ning Hui talk to me about this with such a serious expression before. I instantly felt a jolt of excitement as my penis was enveloped by Ning Hui’s warm, moist vagina. “Really…!”

I hurriedly answered, afraid my wife would immediately change the subject again. "If I really slept with someone else, would you leave me?"

Ning Hui narrowed her eyes, her gaze both provocative and challenging. I felt as if I heard a thousand-year-old iceberg crumbling. "Silly wife, remember, no matter who you sleep with, you'll always be my wife, and your husband will only love you more!"

To express my love, and because my penis was already incredibly aroused, I began to thrust rapidly in and out of Ning Hui's vagina! "Mmm, just mentioning this... husband, you get so excited!"

Ning Hui soon began to moan sweetly. "Husband... if you really like it, your wife's body will really be given to another man... don't regret it..."

"Husband won't regret it." My penis was like a balloon being constantly inflated, still swelling up, waiting for the bang to explode at any moment. My head felt like an inflated balloon, floating aimlessly: "What are you going to do with your body for another man?"

"Your wife's body is going to be fucked by another man's cock... fuck... ah..." Ning Hui's body began to twist violently, her eyes closed, her face flushed red. I knew that she was about to reach another man's climax. "Tell me, baby, who is that person you're thinking of?"

My cock was fully inserted, pressing hard against Ning Hui's cervix: "Good wife, please tell me, who... who is that person?"

"Aww... ahhh..."

"Baby! Tell—me—who—is—it?"

I pulled my cock out and hovered it at the entrance of Ning Hui's vagina. I felt Ning Hui's body immediately stick to me, trying to cling to me tightly. "Ah... ah... husband... I want your cock, don't take it away, put it in, husband!"

Ning Hui became anxious because the feeling of her vagina being full suddenly became empty. "Whose cock do you want...tell me, baby, whose cock do you want?"

I held my cock, grinding it against Ning Hui's vaginal opening, deliberately not inserting it. Ning Hui's pubic bone kept pushing forward, her body twisting in longing! "Mr. Wang...I want Mr. Wang's cock!" After a brief silence, Ning Hui finally erupted, almost shouting Mr. Wang's name! At this moment, I finally thrust my iron-like cock all the way in, churning wildly in the deep valley inside my wife, my dear Hui'er. Ning Hui's satisfied moans became louder and stronger, but she was calling out another man's name, "Mr. Wang...fuck me! Mr. Wang...want me...fuck me..."

This man was said to be strong and heroic, a former reconnaissance soldier and combat hero! At this moment, my Hui'er was twisted beneath me, yet she was going crazy for him! Amidst the echoing screams reverberating through the Ning Mansion, the swollen balloon finally burst with a bang, and my penis gushed forth inside Ning Hui. The agonizing pleasure overwhelmed me, making me feel utterly disoriented… At this moment, even Ning, the cook, couldn't distinguish whether the penis inside Ning Hui was his own or Mr. Wang's.

Chapter 18 Speed and Passion

The passionate lovemaking just now, whether with Ning, the cook, or Mr. Wang, left Ning Hui feeling exhausted, yet she couldn't fall asleep in bed. Ning, the cook, was fast asleep beside her, and Ning Hui's smooth, naked body slipped out of his limp arms. Ning Hui gazed intently at her husband, Ning Zhufu. She had never looked at him so closely before—especially when he was sleeping so soundly. How could God have given her such a husband who made her both angry and pitiful? Thinking this, Ning Hui immediately felt a warm, happy breeze blowing from the Pacific Ocean, carrying the lingering warmth from Ning Zhufu's embrace, making her feel cozy all over. Ning Zhufu smacked his lips a couple of times, perhaps dreaming of Jin Xiangyu from the Dragon Gate Inn. His smacking expression was so content, it almost looked like he was smiling, with a few tiny drops of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth. Ning Hui smiled too, seeing Ning Zhufu drooling like a baby in his sleep. She lovingly reached out and wiped the drool away, then pinched his upturned nose, like a happy mother teasing her sleeping baby. From the moment she met this man, through their courtship and marriage, scenes flashed rapidly through Ning Hui's mind. She knew her husband had turned the Ning mansion into a sweet haven, cherishing her like a precious treasure. She knew his love for her ran deep. Who said women were meant to be pampered? To be loved and pampered like this by the one you love—wasn't that a blessing from a woman's past life? And in her past life, she couldn't recall ever meeting such a charming but mischievous man. Ning Hui had considered how her husband would love and cherish her before marriage, but she never imagined he had such a taste. How could he actively try to send his beautiful wife into the arms of another man while she happily fawned over him? And it wasn't just her husband; Zeng Meimei's boyfriend was the same way. What was wrong with men? They were such strange creatures. But Ning Hui knew without a doubt that her husband loved her. Just as he said, he truly wanted to make her the happiest woman in the world! During this time, Ning Hui believed that Ning Zhufu was serious and had put in a lot of effort. The pleasure he derived from it seemed to be beyond her comprehension. Just how much pleasure could it be? Could it compare to the pleasure of making love with the woman she loved? Wasn't Ning Zhufu able to enjoy himself with her every day? — Ning Hui sorted out her thoughts: Ning Zhufu could get unimaginable pleasure from making love with other men, and making her beloved husband happy was what a virtuous woman should naturally do, right? She loved Ning Zhufu, so she should make love with other men, right? — The more Ning Hui thought about it, the more confused and conflicted she became. What was going on? She had really gotten herself caught up in Ning Zhufu's trap. Ning Hui shook her head in annoyance. However, when the thought of having sex with another man crossed her mind, Ning Hui felt a shiver run through her body. A tingling sensation spread from the most intimate part between her legs, reaching every possible direction of her body. She could almost hear the echoes of her frantic cries for "President Wang" still reverberating in the Ning Mansion—how could she have cried out like that? Wouldn't her husband use this as a weapon to force her to submit in the future? Ning Hui felt her face instantly burning hot, like a branding iron. Ning Hui straightened her chest, trying to calm the heat coursing through her body with a deep breath. Unexpectedly, the corner of the blanket she had lifted gently struck her left erect nipple. Ning Hui subconsciously pulled the blanket back up, and her pert, pink nipple was gently kneaded within the blanket's edge. A wave of intense pleasure immediately made her almost gasp. Ning Hui's hand involuntarily moved to caress her breasts. The pleasure seemed to have been lurking there beforehand; the moment her hand made a light touch, a soft yet sharp wave of ecstasy surged from the valley between her breasts. "Uh-huh……"

Ning Hui's body went limp, and a moan slipped from her lips in surrender. This moan, however, became a hidden reinforcement of pleasure, instantly turning her desire into a torrent. Ning Hui closed her eyes, her long eyelashes covering the crescent moon like two beautiful cloud fans, seemingly offering some coolness to her burning cheeks; her nostrils flared slightly, and her breath made Ning Hui's soft sighs echo like the whirring of bellows in the air. As soon as she closed her eyes, strangely enough, images of war heroes flashed through her mind like a movie: Li Xiangyang, Wang Cheng, Dong Cunrui, Xia Boyang, and even the little soldier Zhang Ga… In fact, Ning Hui knew in her heart that these war heroes were just fleeting images pointing to one person—because this person was also a war hero, this person had a heavy piece of shrapnel in his head and heart that made her feel so sorry for him; this person could sing "Remembering Comrades" in a deep baritone voice as strong as an iceberg; this person also had a daughter named Hui'er, what a sad story that was; how could this person have such a powerful magnetic field! Once it appeared, it settled in her mind like a sculpture in the wind, and she couldn't shake it off—what kind of magnetic field was that, that made her body involuntarily float towards him, towards him, and at this moment her body was completely naked, and as she floated towards him, a pleasurable current spread through her body. This person had been lingering in her heart, sometimes openly, sometimes secretly, for a long time. But tonight, in front of Ning, it was no secret. She had been making love with her husband, yet why did she call out this man's name, and why did she call it out so passionately? She clearly loved her husband; she had vowed to be faithful to him when she married him, willing to give her most precious womanly self to only this one man—her love from a past life, Ning—the love of her life. Why did calling out another man's name beneath her husband evoke such a passionate feeling, a pleasure that seemed to squeeze from her very bones? It was like the thrill of a spoiled child deliberately breaking a vase—no, a thousand times, a thousand times more intense! Why is it that she and her husband have just made love, and now she's already thinking about another man? She's certain that if her husband knew that his wife was sleeping next to him while she was aroused by another man, he'd be so excited he'd lose his mind, wishing there was a man on top of him right now. Are there really husbands like that in the world? So doting on their wives? At this moment, Ning Hui felt an anxious emptiness below her, a longing, a need for fullness and fulfillment. In fact, her husband's penis was right beside her, dangling; a few strokes would make it hard and give him pleasure. But Ning Hui felt truly spoiled, so spoiled that what she needed now wasn't her husband's everyday comforts, but rather a cowboy who looked like John Wayne or Eastwood, with a bit of stubble on his face, who would abduct her and ride her across the western wilderness, galloping to a hill covered in nameless wildflowers, and then have the cowboy throw her hard into the waist-high grass, roughly strip her of all her clothes, and then let him ravage her. Even if her bare back was painfully pricked by the rough hairs of the grass, she wanted him to have her, from when the white clouds were still visible in the sky until the sky was full of stars. The place had to be so spacious that her screams could be heard by the clouds and stars. So bad, or—Ning Hui sighed softly—let him come, let the person whose name she had just been frantically calling out, let him fill her, let him fill her—Ning Hui twisted her body to the side, pulling the soft blankets into her equally soft vulva, clamping her legs tightly together, letting the soft touch of the fabric add fuel to the fire of her vulva's luscious tender flesh—thinking of that name, Ning Hui felt a soaring pleasure between her legs, like cotton candy melting in her pelvic cavity. "President Wang..."

Ning Hui felt that pleasure gripping her throat, and if she didn't call it out, that pleasure wouldn't ultimately transform into the full, exhilarating release of her body. Hearing her own soft breath, Ning Hui felt her heart truly melt. "Mmm..."

Ning Hui began to feel that the comfort of the bedding was too gentle, unable to meet the yearning for pleasure between her legs. Her fingers could only reach into her vulva, directly teasing the erect clitoris—how could so much gelatinous fluid be flowing from it, so abundant and sticky, creating a soft, warm, and ambiguous connection between her slender fingers and the clitoris? That stickiness, connecting her fingertips and the clitoris, continuously supplied her body with such wonderful pleasure for a woman. But why did that deepest, most secluded cave still yearn for more? Everything there was soft, tender, warm, and moist… as soft as seaweed. At this moment, Ning Hui deciphered the puzzle of her body's desires—a soft, seaweed-like yearning for a hero's hardness. Ning Hui felt as if the last piece of fabric covering her body was being slowly peeled away, no longer hesitant or lingering: she felt that he, previously vague, was now so tall and clear, leaning down towards her, gently parting her legs, his hard member irresistibly piercing her opening. "Mr. Wang...take me..."—Let me be your little woman for this moment—at this moment when I feel that "submitting" to a woman is so moving, take me! Ning Hui clearly saw that the person lying on top of her was the one whose name she had called. Ning Hui felt herself instantly transform into a giant seaweed, beginning to dance beneath him, in the impact of his member, in an endless ocean of pleasure. Meanwhile, Ning's husband was snoring loudly beside her, his sleeping face looking like he was smiling. As the winter dawn shone into the Ning mansion, Ning Hui was about to leave for work. I noticed that Ning Hui was unusually gentle this morning. As usual, when we kissed goodbye before leaving the house, Ning Hui gave me a long, deep French kiss, tightly gripping my tongue and sucking on it relentlessly until my little brother stood up straight. Only then did she release me, but her hand grabbed my crotch: "It's not behaving itself, honey!"

"You're doing this on purpose, baby. Aren't you afraid I'll drag you back to bed now?"

If it weren't for the time constraints, I really would have been rough with her. "Hehehe,"

Ning Hui laughed brightly, "Honey, you had enough last night! You fed me so well!"

"Hahaha, of course! I can see my wife looks refreshed and radiant today, so hydrated!"

I leaned close to Ning Hui's ear, feigning mystery, "Tell me honestly, honey, who fed you so well?"

"Get lost,"

Ning Hui understood what I meant, pinching my penis, "You're so bad! I've never seen such a bad person."

Of course, I knew why Ning Hui "scolded" me for being bad. I couldn't help but prepare to kiss Ning Hui again, when Ning Hui did something that surprised me. She leaned down and bit my erect penis through my pajama pants. "Wow,"

I couldn't take it anymore, my penis instantly became an iron rod. Without saying a word, I pulled down my pants, pulled it out, and shoved it into Ning Hui's open mouth. Ning Hui didn't hesitate at all, tenderly taking my penis into her mouth and sucking on it. When Ning Hui sucked my penis, her upper lip would always narrow into a more alluring arc, looking absolutely mesmerizing. "Give me three minutes, baby. If I don't cum, I'll let you go to work."

Ning Hui looked at me while sucking my penis, nodded, and then swallowed deeply, taking most of the shaft into her mouth. At the same time, her hands began to gently stroke the base. Ning Hui's oral skills were getting better and better. Because I always told her how to make a man feel good when she gave me oral sex, at first, her teeth would often get caught on the shaft when she sucked. I corrected her a few times, and now I mostly enjoyed the blissful sensation of her swallowing without teeth. Almost three minutes passed in the blink of an eye. I felt so good in Ning Hui's mouth that my buttocks were practically standing on end, I was practically ecstatic, but I didn't feel much of an urge to ejaculate. "Hehehe, I won't cum, I won't cum," I laughed to myself. I couldn't bear to do something so dramatic with Ning Hui just before she left, so I pulled my penis out of her mouth, pulled her up, and hugged her. "Was it because you didn't do a good job, my wife? Are you uncomfortable because you didn't cum?" Ning Hui looked at me timidly. "No, baby, didn't you see how weak I was?"

I kissed Ning Hui, slipping my tongue into her mouth that had just been holding my penis. Ning Hui smacked my tongue back, her voice soft and hesitant as she said, "Darling, I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby."

Mr. Wang didn't arrive at the company until the afternoon. When he passed by Ning Hui's seat, Ning Hui, who usually greeted him with a "hello," hesitated for a moment and didn't say it. Mr. Wang, however, smiled and nodded at her. She barely dared to look at him, waiting for him to sweep past like a gust of wind—his stride was always astonishingly fast; Ning Hui felt she couldn't even run as fast as him. She instinctively covered her face, feeling a slight burning sensation, and her heart began to pound—because she couldn't help but think of last night. Ning Hui tried to calm herself down, made herself a hot cup of coffee, and took a sip—"Okay, now I have an excuse; my face is hot from drinking coffee"—Ning Hui laughed at herself; she really knew how to find excuses. Just then, Xiao Li from the office came over and said to Ning Hui, "President Wang asked me to inform you that you're going to meet a foreign client with him immediately. You'll be the translator."

"Huh?"

Ning Hui almost spilled the coffee she was holding because her hands were trembling. "Oh, okay, I'll get ready right away."

"Hey, Sister Hui, are you feeling unwell? You have a fever, and your face is all red."

Xiao Li was being overly concerned. "No, didn't you see I'm drinking freshly made coffee?"

Ning Hui answered somewhat flusteredly, inwardly scolding Xiao Li for being such a rascal. Ning Hui's professionalism was undeniable; the translation work for the client meeting wasn't affected in the slightest and she completed it smoothly. On the way back to the company, Hei Dan drove the black Mercedes in front, while Ning Hui and President Wang sat in the back. President Wang wasn't very talkative today, asking Ning Hui about her work situation lately and making small talk. However, his tone was particularly gentle when he asked about work. Ning Hui answered whatever he asked, unlike usual when she dared to make more eye contact with President Wang. All of this was observed by the scout, Black Egg, in the rearview mirror. Black Egg immediately conceived what he considered a grand plan. A golden opportunity was about to arrive. Due to his professional background, Black Egg was exceptionally familiar with the city's roads. The car was currently driving through a newly developed area; the roads were very wide, and it was around four o'clock in the afternoon, with few other vehicles on the road. Black Egg calculated that he was about to approach a sharp left turn at a near right angle. At this moment, Ning Hui was sitting on the left side of the back seat, and Boss Wang was on the right. Because Boss Wang always politely let Ning Hui get in first when traveling with him in the Mercedes. Success or failure hinged on this moment. Black Egg remained calm and composed. His driving skills, honed during his special forces career, and his intimate knowledge of the Mercedes' excellent performance, were as natural as his own body. He was confident in the success of his plan. Approaching the turn, the car was still driving very smoothly. Boss Wang and Ning Hui were still chatting casually in the back, both completely relaxed and unsuspecting. One hundred meters, fifty meters... exactly one hundred meters ahead, no vehicles, empty and deserted. Blackie silently counted to three, then slammed his foot on the accelerator. The Mercedes suddenly roared forward, then Blackie abruptly turned the steering wheel to the left, and the Mercedes screeched to a halt, making a sharp left turn—the kind of car spin-in-the-place maneuver often seen in Hollywood cop movies—which Blackie masterfully executed. Later, Blackie told Ning Hui that he had practiced this maneuver countless times when he was a special forces soldier. All the conditions for Blackie's grand plan were met: the correct angle of inertia, an unsuspecting body, and two people who were already on the same wavelength—but then Ning Hui suddenly pulled herself towards Boss Wang. Boss Wang, with the instincts of a veteran reconnaissance soldier, held Ning Hui tightly in his arms with one arm and immediately gripped the door handle tightly with the other, initially purely out of a sense of safety. But Mr. Wang quickly realized that this was Hei Dan's doing. Hei Dan had seen in the rearview mirror that his goal had been achieved, and Mr. Wang's sharp eyes hadn't missed his wicked grin. The car suddenly became stable again. Mr. Wang didn't say anything, but his arm around Ning Hui remained firmly in his grasp. It was clear our war hero, Mr. Wang, was deeply conflicted. This conflict showed that a man's passion wasn't confined to the battlefield—Mr. Wang's other hand, which had been gripping the car door handle, now reached out and wrapped around Ning Hui's waist, pulling her close. At that moment, Ning Hui was like a fragile chick in Mr. Wang's arms. When Ning Hui came to her senses and realized she was being held tightly in Mr. Wang's arms, she smelled a strange yet familiar scent. The feeling was exactly the same as something she had experienced before. Ning Hui's heart trembled violently. Of course, she didn't understand that these two special forces soldiers had already understood what had happened and what had been done in that instant. They had even exchanged glances in those few seconds. How could her lovely, silly wife possibly understand the workings of special forces? At this moment, Black Egg's car slowed down unusually. Mr. Wang, panting heavily, stared at Ning Hui's face for a long time—at that moment, my wife must have looked like an angel in Mr. Wang's eyes—then Mr. Wang let out a long sigh, must have used all his courage, a courage he might not have even felt when he first went to war, and kissed Ning Hui. My wife, in Mr. Wang's arms, was like a docile lamb, struggling weakly, but no match for Mr. Wang's imposing figure. Seeing Mr. Wang kiss her, Ning Hui instinctively turned her head away, and Mr. Wang's kiss landed on her left cheek. Mr. Wang searched for Ning Hui's lips again, but Ning Hui turned her head away again, and the second kiss landed on her right cheek. Mr. Wang's two unsuccessful attempts caused his grip on Ning Hui to loosen slightly—Ning Hui instantly sensed Mr. Wang's frustration and her heart skipped a beat—what was wrong with her? Wasn't this exactly what she had been hoping for and longing for? Seeing the beads of sweat beginning to appear on Mr. Wang's forehead, a tender feeling of affection welled up in her heart—Ning Hui later told me that she really thought of her husband at that moment, saying that it was her husband's encouragement that became the turning point in how things went—but then, Ning Hui lovingly reached out to wipe the sweat from Mr. Wang's forehead, then wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her alluring crescent-shaped lips, and slightly parted her red lips to press them against Mr. Wang's full lips. The moment my wife and Mr. Wang's lips met, a soft moan escaped from the depths of her heart.
December 4th

, Chapter 19: Goodnight, Mr. Wang

. Mr. Wang has spent half his life in the military and the business world, possessing a heroic and imposing stature, and a straightforward and generous personality. He has a striking, beautiful nose comparable to Jackie Chan's, and can sing songs that are normally tenors with a deep, resonant baritone voice, making them even more moving than tenors', such as "Remembering Comrades." He also has an artistic talent for explaining the origins of dance in great detail. I don't recall many people in the world who work with guns and possess such artistic talent. Hemingway also handled guns, but he used a hunting rifle, aiming to shoot the last bullet into his own head.

Mr. Wang's bullets were all fired at the enemy, specifically at the Vietnamese devils. However, the exact number of enemies he killed on the battlefield and the number of women he conquered in love are truly a mystery. If I had to guess which was more, I would sourly lean towards the latter.

For women, this man truly possesses a powerful, all-encompassing charm, like a special forces soldier. If you insist on finding fault with his slightly older age, for someone as seasoned as him, age is like a magic wand in his hand, effortlessly conjuring up spells to make you feel like he's always in the prime of his life, much to your dismay. Disagreement is useless. Even if he's fifty, look at Brosnan in 007. Those crow's feet on your face are wrinkles, but on his eyes, they're a deadly weapon to captivate women. Even older? Then there's Sean Connery in *The Rock*, waiting to awe you. This aristocratic English gentleman will show you what it means to be charmingly older. In *Entrapment*, I think his flirtatious relationship with the sexy Zeta-Jones

is far more captivating than Zeta's real husband, Mike Douglas, even though Mike is actually much younger.

I remember there used to be a steamed bun shop next to my house called "Zao Lai Qiao" (早来俏). Their potstickers were delicious, and I used to have a couple of ounces every day. Later, when I got older, I realized I was obsessed with the word "Lai Qiao" (来俏). Then, after the novel *Lao Lai Qiao* (老来俏) by Mr. Connery was published, I learned that "Lai Qiao" wasn't used to describe steamed buns, but rather to describe an older man.

Unfortunately, I'm not a woman.

But my wife, Mr. Wang, who possesses all the qualities of an irresistibly charming older man, truly became my wife's second man at this moment—I mean, the second man she kissed. Actually, a woman letting you have your way doesn't necessarily mean she cares about you, but if a woman initiates a kiss, it's because she's already moved, her heart is full of tender feelings—the moment my wife's lips touched Mr. Wang's, that soft sigh said it all.

I don't know if my wife's sweet lips transported Mr. Wang back to his seventeen or eighteen-year-old self, reminding him of the stormy years of his youth, but this kiss truly looked like it was between two innocent teenagers: their lips were pressed tightly together, without any biting, without any tongue touching, without either of them actively opening their mouths for further exploration; it seemed they could even hear each other's heartbeats. Actually, I know that sometimes hearing the sound of footsteps on the stairs but not seeing anyone come down, or seeing a stream but not seeing any ripples, is also beautiful.

Mr. Wang couldn't possibly be feigning composure; he was genuinely unsure whether to move forward or backward, left or right. I believe he's faced countless similar choices in the tropical jungles of Vietnam, each a test of life and death. This time, I suspect Mr. Wang was truly at a loss. Perhaps the scent of my wife's body and lips momentarily overwhelmed his strong nerves. It's a difficult situation for him, because he has no idea that my wife has been calling out Mr. Ning's name during sex lately, and he also doesn't know how much Mr. Ning's earnest advice, painstaking encouragement, and expectation were contained in that kiss! Do

you think every man is as willing and environmentally conscious as Mr. Ning?

At this moment, my wife simply closed her eyes, as if time and the world around her had stopped. All her feelings were concentrated like a powerful adhesive bandage pressed against Mr. Wang's thick lips: excitement, shyness, bewilderment, conquest or being conquered, a jolt of emotion, unsure whether it was reality or a dream—it was more like a young girl's feelings for a hero. Just

then—please forgive me, I really didn't intentionally create such a clichéd and melodramatic scene—Mr. Wang's phone rang!

Like someone startled awake from a dream, my wife's lips gently parted from Mr. Wang's. The force of the pull was considerable, precisely demonstrating the strength of the initial touch. Ning Hui brushed her lips and instinctively sat back down in her seat.

Mr. Wang took out his phone. He didn't stop my wife from leaving his embrace, watching her fingertips slip from his palm. His gaze hesitated, and ultimately he didn't grasp her hand… Perhaps the call was important, or perhaps to escape the momentary panic, Mr. Wang quickly regained his composure and focused on answering the call.

This was indeed a very important call.

"I need to get to the group headquarters immediately. Blackie, drop me off first, then take Minister Ning back to the company and come pick me up,"

President Wang said to Blackie after hanging up. President Wang's tone was firm, as if nothing had happened.

Ning Hui was looking out the car window; the car was passing a city park, and although it was winter, the view was lush and green.

I've been in a state of inexplicable extreme excitement all day. I can't sit still at home, like I have a thorn in my side, always feeling the need to do something, always wanting night to come again quickly—I feel like last night, Ning Hui reaching orgasm beneath me and calling out another man's name with that intoxicated expression, gave me a dreamlike feeling, and I need to relive it to confirm that it's all real!

It was indeed true. Mr. Wang was a real person, a genuine war hero and a towering, masculine man—a breathtaking image suddenly flashed into my mind: in the back seat of a moving car, the car resembling a black Mercedes, moving gracefully on the road, a man leaned towards my wife. My beloved wife, my Hui'er, was seemingly resisting yet welcoming. Somehow, their lips met, and they began a passionate kiss. My wife's expression was so natural, so blissful. The image was so clear; their lips were pressed tightly together, even the curves of their intertwined lips were clearly visible. I couldn't believe that seamless intertwining. There was no intertwining of tongues, no exchange of saliva… they kissed like longtime lovers, their passion undiminished… This image of my wife being so intimate with another man wasn't the first time it had crossed my mind, but the thought of her enjoying the kiss so much, or even just the idea of her enjoying it so much, was enough to make my blood boil. I felt a tingling current run down my spine, through my entire body, straight to my scalp—the term "scalp tingling" is so damn well-invented—and soon I felt everything on my body, except for my erection, was soft, even my scalp.

That man was Mr. Wang, it had to be Mr. Wang… because my wife called out to him when she orgasmed beneath me; she must have called out to him because she was so happy, or because calling out to him would make him happy.

My dear wife, have you already started to believe that the orgasms you experience beneath me are from Mr. Wang? I've met Mr. Wang before. He has a huge nose, like Jackie Chan's. They say men with big noses also have big genitals. Objectively speaking, I know mine isn't actually that big—I dare not continue to imagine that scene… The only part of my body that's hard is already in a state of ejaculation, full of scalding liquid fuel.

I abruptly cut off the image in my mind. I can't let this feeling of wanting to ejaculate but not being able to, like being addicted to opium, torture me all day at home, even though that intoxicating pleasure is gradually becoming clearer in my body. My state is like that of a former illegal underground organization that has now gained the identity of a legitimate political party. I have allowed this pleasure to flow through my body; I have accepted, or even liked, or become addicted to this pleasure.

"No rush, I have plenty of time," I told myself. I should just get on with my business. Ning Hui is my wife, what's the rush? —Ning Hui is my wife. Thinking of this, I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, like the happiest person in the world. My expression was as radiant as a flower, utterly carefree and proud, as if I were showing off to all the men in the world. I

composed myself, trying to harden my scalp, soften my penis, and cool down the fluid inside. Then I took out my phone and texted Luo Xiaoyan. The competition was over; I had promised to invite her to dinner.

Damn it, is this what I call "business"?

A moment later, Luo Xiaoyan replied: "I'm so flattered! Teacher Nan actually invited me? I'm currently performing out of town. I'll contact you when I get back. Thank you."

I still went out the door, carrying my manuscript, which was as heavy as my middle finger, heading towards the newspaper office.

Arriving at Boss Qiao's office, I slammed the manuscript onto his desk. Boss Qiao nearly popped his eyes out of their sockets, perhaps still feeling sorry for that stack of A4 paper.

"You spend all day at home doing this instead of working?"

Boss Qiao picked up the manuscript, flipped through it, and glared at me, his tone a bit harsh with the words "neglecting your duties.

" "Well, I'm here to report to you, sir,"

I said, pulling out a cigarette from an open pack of Zhonghua cigarettes on the desk, lighting it, taking a satisfying drag, and grinning at Boss Qiao. "

I was born a newspaperman, and I'll die a newspaperman."

I understand Mr. Qiao's thoughts. This man, who often acts frivolously with me in private, actually values me highly. He once served as the deputy director of the municipal propaganda department, but because he couldn't stand the messy affairs of officialdom, he voluntarily requested to come to the newspaper for a quieter job. This man is actually quite capable; he writes excellent news commentaries, possessing the sharp and incisive spirit of Lu Xun. It's just that now that he's older, he's become somewhat muddled, often displaying the mentality of an old child. Actually, Mr. Qiao isn't that old; he should be celebrating his 50th birthday in the next couple of years, if I remember correctly. Mr. Qiao is proficient in poetry, calligraphy, and painting; he's quite the romantic and talented man. He also enjoys playing Go and playing cards, which suits me perfectly. I consider myself the best at playing Go and playing cards, and I consider myself the best at Go. This talent is thanks to my father; he was the county's youth chess champion when he was around ten years old. Leaving aside the fact that my column has become a golden brand for the newspaper, my skill in chess and cards alone has commanded respect within the organization. It has silenced the many people at the newspaper who harbor resentment towards me despite Mr. Qiao's high regard for me. Everyone knows that Mr. Qiao is also fond of these two games. Several people at the newspaper know how to play Go, and I have to give the best of them a two-stone handicap. As for Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), it goes without saying; winning money from them is child's play. Of course, Mr. Qiao is far inferior to me in both, but with frequent exchanges and guidance from me, his Go and Dou Dizhu skills have recently improved significantly.

If Mr. Qiao and I don't get along, who else could he? I understand that Mr. Qiao intends to keep me at the newspaper and is actively cultivating my skills.

"What are you so happy about? Is your wife pregnant?"

"Haha, not yet. We're still young, career is our priority. We're not thinking about that right now. But my wife will definitely be a godfather to you after she gives birth, haha."

I was being very sweet-talking. Of course, I was genuinely grateful and admiring of Mr. Qiao, and this sweet talk was completely genuine.

"I'm not that old, am I?"

Mr. Qiao rolled his eyes at me, but I could tell he was secretly delighted. He continued to look through my manuscript.

"Seriously, boss, I know you're a big shot in this industry. Let me recommend a publishing house for you. Of course, you can check out the books first. Feel free to give me your valuable feedback. If you think the books aren't good, just tell me directly. I won't make things difficult for you."

I took another cigarette from the pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, handed it to Mr. Qiao, and lit it for him very attentively, even though the pack originally belonged to him.

“How about this, leave the manuscript with me for now, I’ll look at it slowly,”

Mr. Qiao pondered for a moment, then rummaged through a drawer in his desk and pulled out a business card. “You can try to find this person first.”

I took the card; it read: “Jiangshan Publishing House: President Murong Fangfei.” I immediately felt a spring breeze on my face and deliberately exclaimed in surprise, “Wow! Such a Qiong Yao-esque name!”

“She has a publishing project, placed with their publishing house by the Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Department. They’re preparing to publish a series of books with a main theme, including novels. If it gets into this publishing plan, the government will provide a subsidy, and I heard it’s quite substantial.”

Mr. Qiao continued looking at my manuscript without looking up, speaking casually and unintentionally.

I didn’t know whether to feel grateful or something else, and for a moment, I didn’t say anything.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Mr. Qiao exhaled a puff of smoke, his expression becoming somewhat mysterious again. "Why don't you try it yourself first? President Murong is a top student from the Chinese Department of Peking University, a famous talented woman back then."

"Peking University?"

I remembered something. "Wasn't she your classmate?"

"A few years younger than me. I was already in graduate school when she joined."

Although the smoke and his glasses obscured my view of his expression, I could still sense the profound meaning in his words.

Ning Hui called me just before she was about to leave work, saying she was going shopping with Zeng Meimei that evening and planned to grab a bite to eat out, so she wouldn't be home for dinner. I immediately expressed my delight, saying, "Honey, you haven't gone shopping in ages! My card's in your hands, feel free to use it and buy whatever you want." Because it was with Zeng Meimei, I was thrilled. I hadn't expected Zeng Meimei to have a boyfriend with this kind of hobby. This woman hadn't hindered my grand plan; in fact, she'd added fuel to the fire at this crucial moment. I wondered if these two young, beautiful women, discussing their husbands' penchant for this, felt the world was in chaos. And wasn't this scene even more unbelievable than if the world had become free of thieves?

The night's wait was always so long. When Ning Hui returned home around 10 PM, looking exhausted, I eagerly served her, helping her bathe, change, and get ready.

Then I made a steaming cup of milk for my wife before bed and brought it to her. I noticed that Ning Hui's fatigue was complicated, not just from lack of sleep or overwork. I noticed that Ning Hui always seemed to want to say something but

held back. She didn't even finish the milk, which was rare for her before. Since I became Ning Hui's husband, she has always been completely transparent to me, like I could see right through her. I could tell whether she was going to cry or laugh after just one blink, and if she was going to cry, I could even calculate how many tears would fall.

I was extremely gentle in bed, but I deliberately avoided touching Ning Hui's sensitive areas, only kissing her forehead and touching her cheeks. Massaging her feet was also an essential part of my routine.

I wasn't sure if Ning Hui really had something to say to me, but when I massaged her feet, I noticed that her feet weren't as cooperative or enjoying it as usual; the expression on her toes seemed a little awkward. I subconsciously looked up and found Ning Hui staring at me blankly.

"What's wrong, honey?"

I suddenly had a sudden inspiration. "I have something to tell you, I almost forgot."

"Honey... I... I also have something I wanted to tell you."

Ning Hui lowered her head, not daring to look at me, her face slightly flushed under the light, like an apple ripening in autumn.

I was secretly pleased; this Ning Hui's cleverness really worked. "Then tell me, honey."

I leaned over and lay on top of my wife, who was half-reclining on the bed, gently kissing Ning Hui's lips. I liked to smell the orchid-like fragrance of Ning Hui's breath as I spoke.

"You go first."

Ning Hui neither welcomed nor rejected my lips.

Actually, I really had something important to report to my wife: "It's like this, Boss Qiu wants to hire me for his company, with an annual salary of 400,000, not including the year-end bonus."

I pinched Ning Hui's nose. I knew that Ning Hui was deliberately making her sound very proud, just to show off how pretty she was in front of her.

"Wife, do you want me to go or not?"

"Oh, my husband is so handsome,"

even this shocking news didn't completely stop Ning Hui from staring at me; her eyelashes still mostly obscured her upper lip. "The pay was good before, but is the job suitable for you? You need to think it over carefully, especially since President Qiao values you so much. But the decision is yours, husband."

"Yes, that's my opinion too. I'll listen to my wife."

My heart started pounding; I knew it was my wife's turn. "It's your turn, wife, what is it?"

"I...I..."

Ning Hui's voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible, her face visibly redder, like a ripe autumn apple. "Husband...I...I'll tell you, but don't be angry."

Hearing this, my body suddenly felt like a crane hook grabbing me from behind; I didn't dare breathe: "What...what is it? I'll be angry if you don't tell me."

"Husband,"

Ning Hui finally turned her head completely, her eyes meeting mine for the first time that night. Her gaze was almost pitiful: "Today, Mr. Wang... kissed me."

"What..."

I didn't say the words aloud, because I had heard them clearly, and then my head went blank!

In that instant, I felt like I wasn't being lifted by a crane, but by a jet rocket! My body suddenly felt weightless, floating in the air, spinning rapidly like a top. The world around me disappeared; I could only see my wife's moving lips, because those words had come from there... They were breathtakingly beautiful lips, like a vibrant plum blossom. At that moment, her beauty had been violated by another man.

"Ah—"

My body suddenly convulsed, my legs stiffened, and I felt a surge of intense pleasure, the kind that only a thousand volts of electricity could create, rushing up my penis, followed by a torrent of pleasure like a hurricane sweeping over rocks.

"What's wrong, husband?" Ning Hui noticed my liver-colored face and stiff body and quickly grabbed my arm.

"Mmm...ah..."

The torrent of fluids, because of my groan, couldn't hold on to its last breath. Actually, at that moment, I already knew that nothing could stop it...

I quickly grabbed Ning Hui's hand and pulled it towards my penis. The moment it touched her underwear, my penis ejaculated inside!

"Ah..."

I pressed Ning Hui's hand tightly against my lower body, letting her feel how intense and supersonic the climax was. From the moment Ning Hui uttered the words to the moment I ejaculated, only ten seconds had passed!

"Husband...you came!" Ning Hui's eyes suddenly brightened, looking at me as if she couldn't believe what had happened.

"Yes, husband came,"

I bit Ning Hui's lips hard, as if to explore the lingering, different taste from today. "Look, your husband isn't angry, husband... he's so excited!"

"Giggle,"

Ning Hui suddenly laughed, burying her head in my chest. "Husband, are you really not angry?"

"You see? This is how I am when I'm angry. I'm too excited to even think about it."

"That's strange. I tried to help you this morning, but you couldn't, and now you've already come after just hearing me talk about it."

Ning Hui clenched her little fists and punched my chest. "You're so naughty! This is just because you kissed me. What if..."

"What if..."

Ning Hui was already as happy as a god.

Ning Hui seemed to realize she had let something slip, sticking out her tongue and quickly burying her head in the blanket.

"Quick, continue reporting, what happened?"

I also burrowed my head under the blanket.

Ning Hui was no longer as awkward as before and naturally recounted the process. As she spoke, I kissed her lips, and Ning Hui began to respond to my kisses very actively.

"That's it, that's it?"

I seemed a little unwilling.

“Yeah, what else do you want your wife to suffer?”

My wife’s face was incredibly alluring at this moment.

“And then?”

“Then…”

Ning Hui thought for a moment, picked up her phone from the bedside table, and showed me a text message: “Xiao Ning, I was too impulsive today. I’m really sorry. If my recklessness caused any harm, please forgive me.”

The text message was from Boss Wang.

“And what did you reply?”

At this moment, I knew that things were already out of control. Boss Wang, that man with a nose as big as Jackie Chan’s, it’s said that men with big noses also have big...things!

Ning Hui looked at me and shook her head: “I didn’t reply to anything.”

“Tch!”

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew that Ning Hui’s husband had snatched her phone at this moment. “I’ve never seen such a stupid woman.”

I took Ning Hui’s phone and quickly typed in Boss Wang’s text message reply box: “Today was a very beautiful day for me. I’m going to sleep now, and I believe I will have sweet dreams! Goodnight, Boss Wang:”

Then I pressed the send button.

Chapter 20 Darling, You Must Be Happy

"What are you up to, honey?" Ning Hui suddenly realized what I was doing, and started punching my shoulder with her pink fists. Her face was flushed with spring, and the gentle pounding of her fists stirred a flutter in my heart. It was as if my wife's fists were hitting my body, and the coquettishness within them was directed at Wang Yingxiong, who had already given his heart to her.

My fluttering heart was because my wife was currently in love with another man. How twisted was that?

This thought suddenly made my heart ache, a ache like a blooming poppy flower blooming on my body, making me feel all tingly.

Ning Hui came over and tried to snatch the phone from my hand, but I naturally wouldn't give it to her. How could Ning the cook let go of this opportunity to "tease" his wife? This strange love triangle was like a long-running mental battle between two people. The main characters who had appeared so far were my wife and me, but in reality, the virtual man behind the scenes—now all the possibilities pointed to a CEO Wang with many heroic elements—was the real male lead.

I couldn't believe what I was doing. Ning Hui had many identities in Ning Zhufu's eyes: a woman of unparalleled beauty—"unparalleled" is a simplistic word, but it omits all the beauty you can imagine; his wife—saying "newlyweds" might be a bit of an exaggeration, but the length of their marriage couldn't be measured in years; the woman he loved most in the world. Ning Zhufu had even changed his own name to Ning, since in the old society, wives would take their husbands' surnames. If possible, I often thought I would even be willing to give my life for this woman. But at this moment, my mind was filled with images of my beloved woman moaning under another man. I no longer cared, or rather, I was already looking forward to it. This man was President Wang—actually, who the man was didn't matter. What mattered was that no matter how my wife was under him, my wife had to be extremely happy.

I couldn't help but keep asking myself, what if Ning Hui was lying on her back or on her stomach under him?—Good heavens! Every time I penetrated Ning Hui from behind, her buttocks raised high, I felt a sense of blasphemy, even though Ning Hui was my wife and my penetration was legal. This woman was simply too beautiful—at least in my eyes. Later, I understood why Christians prescribed the missionary position. Was it because the very act of such a noble and beautiful woman lying down, allowing a man to enter from behind, was itself a blasphemy against taboo?

In a sense, taboo itself is beauty, and when this taboo is linked to sex, that beauty is explosive and alluring, like the apple Eve ate, which banished her to earth.

I only now remember that my penis had just ejaculated, but now it's throbbing again like it's been injected with adrenaline, because the image in my mind is Ning Hui, naked, kneeling, her beautiful buttocks raised high—but not for me…

I suddenly pulled Ning Hui close, and without a word, I tried to tear open her nightgown. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, only a pair of panties. I twisted Ning Hui's body around so she had to support herself on the bed with her hands. Then I ripped off her last remaining pink panties, revealing her smooth, full, and warm buttocks. A clump of black hair extended from her vulva, like a spreading stream that became just a trickle of black silk at the back.

I raised my engorged penis, ready to insert it into her vulva, when Ning Hui suddenly giggled!

It turned out that while I was focused on posing Ning Hui in a position where she wanted to be penetrated from behind, she had secretly taken her phone from my hand without my noticing—she had looked at the screen before giggling.

I noticed her laughter was caused by the phone, so I quickly grabbed it back and looked at it. I was stunned: it showed that the text message I had just sent had failed!

"What happened? What the hell is this mobile company doing?" I felt like I wanted to fight them.

"Maybe you're overdue on your bill. You haven't topped up your phone in a while, hehehe…see if you're still busy with your nonsense?" Ning Hui was still laughing. My

dick was wasted.

Damn it!

I quickly called 10086 to confirm, and sure enough, I was overdue. It showed exactly one cent. Damn you, mobile company, couldn't you at least

cover this one cent for me? You know, even a penny can kill a hero.

I subconsciously checked the time; it wasn't early or late, past ten o'clock. Would I still be able to buy a top-up card outside?

Without thinking it over, I quickly rolled over and got up, not caring whether my penis was still hard or not, and hurriedly put on my clothes before rushing out the door.

"Honey, you're being too...exaggerated, it's so late!" Ning Hui immediately understood what I was about to do. Seeing me rush out the door, she called after me, "What's the rush, honey? Your little brother...is still standing up!"...

I practically ran to find several convenience stores, and finally bought a recharge card from a roadside cigarette stall about 300 meters from my neighborhood that was about to close up. I originally said I wanted to buy a 100-yuan card, but the old lady selling cigarettes said she only had 50-yuan cards left. When I heard that, I almost burst into tears. I threw over a 100-yuan bill—because I really didn't have any 50-yuan change—and rushed home with the card. From a distance, the old lady was still calling after me, "Little brother, where's your change? What kind of person are you? I made it clear I only have 50 yuan!" It was so late, and the wind was biting cold. Old lady, you've had a hard time. You're my benefactor today.

When I got home, I was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Ning Hui was half-lying on the bed, but she had covered herself completely with the blanket. Her pajamas and underwear were still there, indicating that my wife was still clean under the covers.

I quickly topped up Ning Hui's phone credit, then took off my clothes and got into bed, just as clean as her.

Ning Hui looked at me intently: "Honey, you're usually so slow, but you're in such a hurry now?" "How could I not be?" I didn't even know what I was so anxious about. Was I afraid I'd miss this opportunity?

"Come on, honey, I had bad luck earlier, let's change it. You're up this time!" "Go away, up again?" Ning Hui blushed. "Isn't this a bit much, honey? Let's not send it, okay?" "Why would I go out in this freezing weather to buy a SIM card if I didn't send it? What's wrong with that? He's a leader; it's impolite not to reply

, you know?" Seeing that Ning Hui wasn't answering her phone, I pulled her closer to lie in my arms and guided one of her fingers to the text message send button. The message was the same one from before; Ning Hui had already read it and knew what it said.

My finger rested on Ning Hui's fingertip, and her slender, green finger touched the button, the connection now perfectly smooth. I'd bought a 50-yuan card for a hundred!

Actually, what I was hoping for was a clear connection with my wife at this moment, a feeling of finally seeing the sun after a long and arduous journey.

Ning Hui's finger wasn't exerting any force; I believe it was as soft as her body.

"Ready to send?" I slowly increased the pressure on Ning Hui's finger.

Ning Hui shook her head shyly, but her fingers remained obediently under my hand, showing no sign of pulling away.

I didn't even have time for a countdown ceremony; I was just so excited, holding Ning Hui tightly. I bet I could feel her heart pounding wildly. I pressed down hard on her fingertips—the button finally clicked. I felt Ning Hui's fingers were incredibly sexy and elegant at that moment.

"I love you, darling." I turned my head and gave Ning Hui a solid kiss on the lips.

"You're so naughty, husband." I felt Ning Hui's lips were hot.

"Wife, I want to... fuck you now, look, I'm hard again." I guided Ning Hui's hand, which had just pressed the button, to my penis. Now it was like an iron rod. I couldn't remember if it was as hard as it was now when I received the recharge card from the old lady.

"Come on, husband, you can fuck me however you want." Ning Hui closed her eyes and responded to my kiss. Qianqian's fingers gently circled my throbbing penis, just as they had touched the buttons earlier.

"Why can I insert it however I want?" "Because I love you, because I'm your wife!" Ning Hui's tone was firm yet gentle.

These words moved me deeply and stirred my imagination. Wife, what if it were a man who wasn't your husband inserting into you? And why would he?

"I want to...insert you from behind!" My mind was filled with the image of Ning Hui kneeling, ready to be penetrated from behind by a man who wasn't her husband.

"I'll lie down and let you insert it from behind!" Ning Hui's eyes were half-closed, her face hazy with desire. Ning Hui always made my heart flutter. Then she rolled over, her hands supporting her on the bed, her round and elastic buttocks sticking out in the air, the curve of her buttocks like a captivating moon.

Previously, I always guided Ning Hui to this position before entering her from behind. This was the first time Ning Hui had willingly assumed this position—such a beautiful woman, a goddess from heaven, assuming this position, yearning for you to enter her from behind, to violate her, to penetrate her…

Actually, to penetrate from behind, this position must be the same for all men; it doesn't matter if I'm her husband or not.

Thinking of this, I felt a shiver run

through me. I don't know if it was the encouragement from successfully sending the text message earlier, the stimulation of this position, or the emotion from Ning Hui's gentle words, but I finally couldn't help but raise my penis and plunge it deeply into Ning Hui's breathtakingly beautiful buttocks.

"Ah…" Ning Hui's buttocks arched, and a soft moan came from the front. I felt that her warm vagina was already overflowing with spring water.

The next day, before Ning Hui left for work, I suggested that my wife dress brightly and sexily, and then I nag her, saying why it wasn't summer now, otherwise I would have loved for my wife to wear a tank top, and that tank top would even show a little bit of cleavage.

"You want your wife to wear a tank top to work? Are you crazy?" Ning Hui said, sounding annoyed at her perverted husband.

However, the pale yellow suit Ning Hui wore today was indeed different from her usual style. She'd worn it before, but today's styling was different: she'd added a dark yellow camel hair scarf, a birthday gift I'd specially given her. She could definitely pull this off. I was hoping she'd exude an irresistible allure.

Actually, my wife looks good in anything; she'd make any man swoon.

As I reluctantly, yet expectantly—I don't even know what I was expecting—saw my wife off at the door, I suddenly remembered something and chased after her to Ning Hui, who was waiting at the elevator, saying, "Remember, honey, if anything happens today, report it to your husband immediately!" Ning Hui, of course, knew what I meant. Seeing the elevator arrive, she deliberately asked, "Report what?" I was speechless. Seeing my anxious, scratching-headed look, Ning Hui suddenly chuckled, "Okay, okay, honey, can't you be serious for once?" Just then, my phone received a text message. I opened it and saw it was the weather forecast, saying that the sun would be shining today.

I received Dao Ba's call around 10 a.m. The sky was brightening, and the rare winter sun was just beginning to peek out. He said that Boss Qiu was treating me to dinner tonight.

I felt embarrassed; it wasn't appropriate for him to treat me, and I didn't really want to go. More importantly, today was a significant day for me, and I didn't want to be distracted by anything else.

"Chairman Qiu said he absolutely has to invite you today," Dao Ba said quickly when he heard my hesitation.

I thought it was a good idea; I could take this opportunity to explain my decision not to go to Jiang Sheng's company to Chairman Qiu in person, and give him a proper explanation. I was quite touched that he thought so highly of me.

I agreed to the dinner, and Dao Ba arranged a time to pick me up.

After hanging up the phone, my heart was still unsettled. From then on, I began a whole day of anxiety, constantly fiddling with my phone, thinking that if the phone line went haywire today, I would definitely grab a bomb and blow up the mobile company building.

It was almost noon when I sent a text message to Ning Hui: "No news, darling? Has he come to the office?"

After a long wait, Ning Hui replied: "No, darling." Actually, this long wait only lasted five minutes.

"I'm so anxious! Is there no news, or has he not come?" "Just explain it clearly, honey," I texted again.

Another long five minutes passed: "No word, and you haven't come. Honey, what are you doing? I'm at work, okay? What are you thinking about?" "Okay, honey, I won't bother you anymore. Report to me immediately if anything happens!" "You're nagging like my mother! Okay, honey, I'll report to you as soon as possible! *kiss*" The last kiss meant a kiss, which made me feel a little relieved.

Until Dao Ba drove to pick me up in the afternoon, there was still no news from Ning Hui, which made me very uneasy when I got in the car.

Boss Qiu's dinner was held in a restaurant that wasn't particularly eye-catching from the outside, but the interior decoration was very sophisticated. It was clearly designed by a famous designer, with a traditional garden style, with winding bridges and pavilions, and even a fountain in the private rooms, making it very water-oriented. However, because of the good lighting, even in winter, the water looked... I felt a warmth deep within, and occasionally heard the chirping of birds in the mountains. I looked around but didn't see any birds. Later, I learned that the sound system had deliberately created the noise.

Money talks, you know, they'll pull off anything. This place wasn't far from the lavish nightclub, and judging by the setup, I suspected it might be another property owned by Boss Qiu.

Dao Ba led me to a private room with a fountain. Boss Qiu, who was already waiting there, gestured for me to sit down next to him. The other side of him was empty, but a set of dining attire was laid out, indicating that he was waiting for someone.

"Excuse me, Boss Qiu," I said quickly as I sat down. "I originally wanted to explain to you in person, but today is a good opportunity. I've carefully considered it and consulted my wife. It's not the right time or convenient for me to come to your company right now. I'm very sorry, but I'm very grateful for Boss Qiu's hospitality." "I tried to be as tactful as possible. Boss Qiu nodded slightly, as if accepting my explanation: 'Okay, I understand. If Mr. Nan ever wants to come, just let me know. I'll welcome you anytime.' Boss Qiu handed me a cigarette—no doubt, this had become a standard procedure; it was a cigar brought from Cuba—he paused, 'The reason I invited you here today is something else entirely.' Dao Ba diligently lit my cigarette. I took a puff, and it felt fucking good. I must go to the Caribbean someday to see if the sea breeze there is any different from the smell of a cigar.' 'What is it?' 'I told you before, I didn't originally intend to tell Tingting about my relationship with her, but at my age, I miss my daughter terribly. A few days ago, I couldn't help but ask her mother to tell Tingting the truth.' Boss Qiu said this as if he had found some relief.

I realized who the empty seat next to me was waiting for. 'Haha, so it was to witness the human comedy of father and daughter recognizing each other!'" "Sigh, but Tingting doesn't seem to want to acknowledge me as her father!" Boss Qiu sighed. "After her mother told her, I said I wanted to see her, but this girl absolutely refused to see me. Today, I specifically called her myself and said I'd wait for her here, just to have a little ceremony for father and daughter to recognize each other. I invited you here today because I know Mr. Nan is a cultured man, knowledgeable and reasonable, and eloquent. I've also read your articles in the newspaper about resolving various family conflicts. I thought if this girl is still so stubborn when she comes, maybe you can help and enlighten her." "So you think I'm some kind of quack doctor treating difficult cases. But considering you've thought of me for all these family matters, I'm quite touched by your trust, Boss Qiu." "Haha, what daughter wouldn't acknowledge her father? Don't worry about that, Boss Qiu. This is nothing compared to the family conflicts I've resolved." "Okay, now that you say that, I'm relieved." "Boss Qiu waved his hand, telling Dao Ba to bring the liquor. 'Even though the dishes haven't arrived yet, let's have a drink to Mr. Nan's words!' Dao Ba brought over Moutai, filling both our glasses to the brim. Just as I was about to raise my glass, my phone buzzed with a text message. '

Honey!' I thought, forgetting all about the Moutai, I quickly opened it: 'Honey, Mr. Wang invited me.'

The message was brief, but each word felt incredibly heavy. I felt like a small boat being rowed, the text like a needle piercing my heart. Strangely, there was no pain, only a jolt, my hand trembling as I held the phone. When

I came to my senses and saw the full glasses of Moutai, I suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit. I could only mutter to myself, 'Come on! Boss Qiu, I'm happy today too, let's drink!'" "I downed the entire Moutai down my throat, and that was fucking amazing! It was the most satisfying Moutai I've ever tasted in my life. Thank you, Boss Qiu, for that Moutai; I'll remember it forever.

After that, I quickly slipped away to a secluded spot and called Ning Hui: 'Wh...what...what's going on?' I'm usually so talkative, but now my tongue was like a spider's web.

'Honey, are you drunk? Why are you stuttering?' 'Tell me, tell me! What...did you ask me out?' I tried to speak fluently, but my words still didn't flow smoothly.

'You asked me out to dinner, what else could it be?' Hahaha, you little rascal, trying to fool me into thinking I've never been in a relationship? Why now of all times? I wasn't stuttering at all; my reaction was perfectly smooth.

'Let's eat first...okay...okay!' 'What do you mean, 'Let's eat first'? What nonsense are you spouting?'""Report to your husband anytime if anything happens!" Ning Hui suddenly spoke without a stutter.

"Okay, husband!" "Give me a kiss!" "Mwah! Mwah mwah mwah!" Ning Hui's kisses on the phone sounded like eating a sweet candy.

After hanging up, I still felt a pang of guilt, and with trembling hands, I quickly sent a text message: "Darling, you must be happy! I love you!"

Chapter 21 Ning Mansion No. 1: Three Rules

After sending this solemn and sacred text message to my wife, I dialed 10086 to confirm that my phone wasn't overdue on its bills and that the battery was fully charged. Only then did I feel relieved. If Ning Hui was a kite I was flying in the sky, then this phone was the string I was holding in my hand.

If the string broke down right now, I'd go crazy.

My wife replied quickly. Of course, she knew this message was important to me because it said, "I love you, husband!" Hahaha, the kite is about to fly, but the string is still in my hand. This feeling is really great, very philosophical—even if this kite flies very high, high enough to possess the entire sky, I only need to possess this kite.

It's also fucking poetic.

Just then, a choking smell of almost-extinguished smoke wafted over, and I realized that the Cuban cigar I had just lit was already half-burnt. I raised my hand to take a big puff, but found that my knuckles were stiff, and the cigar slipped from my hand and fell to the ground. Instinctively, I stretched out my foot to stomp out the half-burnt cigarette butt, but the joints in my leg felt even stiffer than those in my hand!

The restaurant's lobby was warmly heated by the central air conditioning.

This was strange.

The secluded place I had come out to make a phone call wasn't far from the private room, but now, as I tried to go back, I couldn't find my way.

"Sir, are you going back to your private room? This way, please!" A waitress wearing a red cheongsam and a matching vest noticed my predicament and came over to ask me with concern. This young woman was quite pretty, and her lips were painted the same red as her cheongsam.

After receiving my affirmative answer, the girl didn't even ask which private room I wanted to go to, and led me straight back to Boss Qiu—this restaurant must have at least a dozen or twenty private rooms, and it was clear the girl already knew I was Boss Qiu's customer—did I look like a gangster now? I touched my head; my head was thick and round, not like a knife.

I returned to the private room, and the waiter was already slowly serving the dishes.

"Excuse me, I just went out to call my wife. Tingting hasn't arrived yet?" I saw the glass in front of me was refilled, but the seat next to Boss Qiu was still empty.

"I completely forgot, I should have invited your wife today." Boss Qiu slapped his forehead.

"Thank you, she has... a social engagement today." I almost said the wrong word.

I mean, I almost blurted out "date"!

In fact, my wife is indeed having a date tonight, meticulously planned by her husband, with a man who is infatuated with her, and whom she also admires and idolizes—not her husband, in fact. To put it simply, my wife is going on a date with another man tonight!

Now, the date should, and must, begin as night falls. The ambiguity and the ease with which the passion between men and women can be expressed will bring endless possibilities to this date. I excitedly imagine my wife already with him—I close my eyes, and the floodgates of my wicked thoughts just won't close—will they find a secluded place, like a warm car, and have a passionate kiss? Perhaps with some particularly lyrical music playing in the background. Where will they eat? And after dinner, will they go straight to a hotel… or will they skip dinner altogether…? Suddenly, I feel a burning heat inside.

My penis feels like a sausage being roasted over a flame, burning hot too.

"I was wondering if Tingting wouldn't come today." Luckily, I could still hear what Boss Qiu was saying. "If she doesn't come today, I really can't do anything about it. This girl is just like me when she gets stubborn. I asked Daoba to drive and pick her up, but she just wouldn't, saying she'd come on her own if she wanted to." I sensed a hint of helplessness in Boss Qiu's voice, so I comforted him, "I firmly believe Tingting will come. With such a loving father, who would refuse?

" "Sigh, don't think too highly of me. You don't know me." Boss Qiu said thoughtfully, his expression reminding me of the first time I saw him at the newspaper's judging panel meeting—he seemed like a deep, unsettling figure. He

's in the business world; if the water isn't deep, it's just a ditch.

When almost all the dishes on the large table were served, and Boss Qiu and I had already downed our fourth or fifth cup of Moutai, Boss Qiu's long-lost daughter, the city's newly crowned model competition champion, Miss Zhou Tingting, finally arrived late.

After a series of clattering high heels, a beautiful woman darted into the room like a gust of wind.

When Boss Qiu saw Tingting enter, he immediately stood up—when I came in, he was sitting down greeting me, still with that big boss attitude. The difference in treatment made me both jealous and touched.

Boss Qiu stepped forward, intending to shake hands with Tingting or make some other intimate gesture, but Tingting didn't even look at him, let alone extend her hand.

Frankly, only when they were in such close proximity in the same space did you notice how similar the father and daughter were; there was always a certain stubbornness in their brows, clearly the kind of people who wouldn't give up.

Their figures were also remarkably similar, except that Tingting's full-figured femininity was exceptionally striking on her tall frame. Her breasts were round and firm, and the full curves of her waist and hips were clearly visible in her tight clothes. A cascade of black hair hung down to her waist, displaying a wild and untamed spirit. This real person was indeed much more vivid and beautiful than the photos I saw and the distant view during the competition. Although she still didn't quite capture the breathtaking aura I felt when I met Luo Xiaoyan—I couldn't help but compare her to Luo Xiaoyan, since they were rivals on the field, of similar age and youthful beauty—but Tingting was beautiful enough to make your eyes pop out, especially her large, bright, sparkling eyes. The moment she entered, she stared at me with those watery eyes, as if I were an alien.

I really couldn't believe Boss Qiu had such a beautiful daughter.

Boss Qiu seemed a little embarrassed; I guess she was his daughter after all, otherwise, someone of his stature wouldn't have been able to tolerate this—but Boss Qiu still had a smile on his face, and at that moment, he looked incredibly kind and benevolent as he gestured for Tingting to sit next to him.

Zhou Tingting twisted her waist and walked straight towards me, plopping down next to me! "So, that means I'm sitting in the middle, with Boss Qiu and Tingting on either side of me." As I sat down, a perfume scent I couldn't identify wafted towards me—it smelled so damn good, intoxicating.

Tingting was clearly doing it on purpose.

"Thank you, Boss Qiu. I'll sit next to Mr. Nan." Then she extended her hand to me, a radiant smile blooming on her pretty face: "I've long admired Mr. Nan. I never expected to meet you here. My trip wasn't in vain." Did that mean not meeting Mr. Nan was a wasted trip? It seemed Miss Tingting hadn't come to acknowledge Boss Qiu as her father at all. And she was making Boss Qiu lose face at every turn, her enthusiasm towards me contrasting sharply with her coldness towards her own father.

I held Tingting's delicate hand, subconsciously glancing at Boss Qiu. His expression didn't change; he was remarkably composed. Even a fool could see that Tingting was expressing her hostility towards Boss Qiu—her long-lost biological father—in this way.

Or perhaps, in Boss Qiu's eyes, it was just his immature daughter's way of being affectionate. But a bitter smile still flickered across Boss Qiu's face, revealing his inner helplessness. Even someone as powerful as Boss Qiu had the sentiments of a normal person, and a man with a head shaped like a knife wasn't just someone who knew how to slash and kill. "Then hurry up and eat something, the food is getting cold." Boss Qiu's voice was full of love and a desolate helplessness.

"Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Qiu, but I've already eaten!" Tingting replied coldly.

Even I thought this girl had gone a bit too far. Mr. Qiu didn't know her mother was pregnant with her when he was in jail—if his story was true. A little tantrum and coquetry would suffice, but it shouldn't warrant such "deep hatred" towards her own father. It seems Tingting has some unresolved issues. Mr. Qiu's foresight in asking me to do this "ideological work" was well-founded. He certainly demonstrates meticulousness and exceptional strategy in business; no wonder he's achieved such a large and successful enterprise.

I suddenly felt a heavy responsibility on my shoulders, a long road ahead. This Tingting is not to be trifled with!

Like a rose with thorns.

I quickly considered how to soften the hostile and antagonistic atmosphere between the girl and her father, but unexpectedly, the thorns of this rose immediately pricked me.

"Hehe," Tingting looked at me provocatively, "I heard Mr. Nan has a special fondness for one of our contestants?" This really stung me. Of course, I knew she was referring to Luo Xiaoyan! I wondered if the story of how my score and Luo Xiaoyan's score were both taken as the highest and discarded had already spread.

"Hehe," Boss Qiu's calm demeanor encouraged me, and I followed suit, replying with my own composure, "Actually, Miss Tingting's performance was even better. The competition results speak for themselves." I didn't want to offend this thorny rose, otherwise, how could I continue this persuasion?

"We have to thank Boss Qiu for this." Tingting turned to look at her father, paused, then grabbed my full glass of Moutai, "Come on, Boss Qiu, let me toast you! Thank you, you've been so kind to me!" It was clear that Tingting understood the truth.

"I'll drink this," Boss Qiu said, raising his glass as well. "Tingting, could you please have your glass back? That's Mr. Nan's wine; it's impolite." "Hahaha," Tingting suddenly laughed, her voice sending shivers down my spine. "Mr. Nan, may I drink your wine?" "No problem, no problem," I quickly smoothed things over. "Whose wine isn't wine?" "See, Mr. Nan doesn't mind." Tingting said to her father with a defiant tone, holding her glass in the air: "Then I'll drink it first as a sign of respect!" With that, Tingting brought the glass to her lips, tilted her head back, and downed the wine in one gulp.

Boss Qiu glanced at me, then slowly finished his drink as well. I understood that Boss Qiu had tasted a complex mix of emotions in that glass of wine.

"Mr. Nan, do you have any more wine?" Tingting still held my glass. "Shall we have a drink?" "Sure, no problem." At this moment, Dao Ba had already brought another glass and placed it in front of me. Then I filled each of Tingting's glasses.

"Bang!" Tingting clinked her glass against mine loudly, and I worried it might shatter.

"You tell me, Mr. Judge, is she really that good? Better than me?" Tingting looked at me, her glass held high, the "she" she referred to was, of course, Luo Xiaoyan.

My heart suddenly tightened, because I clearly saw tears welling up in Tingting's eyes, a single tear gathering at the corner, about to fall.

I was certain those tears came from the drink she'd shared with Boss Qiu, her father.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood…

Boss Qiu didn't even hear Tingting call him "Dad" that night; it must have been tough for him. Even I, who haven't become a father yet, could understand the painstaking efforts of a father. Fatherly love is like a mountain—this isn't just empty words.

Tingting truly had some unresolved issue, and she needed the key to unlock it. I felt confident and capable of helping Boss Qiu find that key, especially when I saw the tears in Tingting's eyes.

As for my wife, that evening—I mean, our dinner party was almost over, around nine o'clock, and I still hadn't heard anything from her. With a beautiful woman like Tingting with me, I was able to keep my composure and pass the time chatting and laughing—even though I was constantly on edge. Now, when Daoba took me home, I started to panic. I

couldn't call directly; that would be too noisy. I quickly typed a text: "Wife, where are you now?" Then I seriously agonized over whether to send it or not.

I sent it because I was nervous and eager to know how things were going; if I didn't, I was even considering what if they were currently... in the middle of something exciting? Wouldn't I be ruining my wife's time with someone else? In the end,

I sent it anyway; I couldn't stand the feeling of having a kite with a string in my hand but no view of it.

Five minutes of waiting already felt incredibly long, but now almost half an hour had passed, and my wife still hadn't replied.

This is unbearable! I'm on pins and needles, and countless fantasies have started running through my head. The most mind-numbing one is: my wife is moaning passionately beneath him, oblivious to the incoming text message. Even if she did hear it, she wouldn't have time to reply!

This scenario makes not replying to the message perfectly reasonable, but it makes my penis instantly erect.

My hand involuntarily reaches into my pants and touches my rock-hard penis. I know that with just a little force, or if I close my eyes and imagine my wife naked and entwined with him in bed, my penis will definitely ejaculate.

But I don't want to ejaculate now. I want to hold back. I want to wait for my wife to come back, to have her suck my penis while she tells me how that man fucked her, and then ejaculate in her mouth—am I fucking so bad? Honey, your husband loves you so much, this is all I ask for. It's bad, but not excessive.

Women don't love men who aren't bad. Who the hell invented that phrase? I love it!

Just as my heart and penis were burning with desire, enduring this torment, my wife's text message finally arrived.

Like seeing a savior, my hands trembled as I opened the message: "Honey, I'm on my way home!" Huh? My head buzzed. Home already? I was eagerly awaiting the text, not this eager for you to come home so quickly, honey! It's still most of the night. I felt a little disappointed.

But then I thought, haha, even counting from nightfall, two or three hours have passed. Even including dinner and other things, there's plenty of time.

So I composed myself, calmed my restless penis, and excitedly awaited my queen's return.

I pricked up my ears in the living room, and sure enough, I soon heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.

Before Ning Hui even finished taking off her shoes, I grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom.

I embraced Ning Hui and showered her with passionate kisses. Ning Hui's arms were tightly wrapped around my neck, sensing my unusual fervor, and she reciprocated with fervent kisses. Ning Hui usually likes to suck on my tongue, but this time I held her tongue tightly in my mouth, sucking endlessly, as if hoping to taste something different.

When we fell onto the bed together, our tongues were still intertwined, and my whole body was practically pressed against her.

"Ah...husband, why are you so...excited? You...you're hurting me," Ning Hui managed to say, her tongue still being sucked, despite her difficulty breathing."Hehe, baby," I finally caught my breath from the frenzy, "Quick...quick, tell your husband, what...what happened tonight? What happened to him...what happened to you?" I started stammering again. My wife looked at me, seemingly on purpose, remaining silent for a long time, her eyes half-closed like a crescent moon, but much brighter than usual, with an unintentional yet satisfied smile on her lips, a smile that seemed to be teasing me no matter how you looked at it.

"Tell me already, honey, are you... deliberately trying to drive your husband crazy?" "Hmm, let me think about it," my wife started to speak, playfully drawing circles on my face with her finger.

"First, we went to eat." "Where...where did we eat?" "A restaurant with a view on North Mountain." I know that restaurant, the best place in the city to enjoy the night view. Eating there is ridiculously expensive, but this Mr. Wang is acting like a real boss, not making my wife feel bad. "Then, we drove to a place halfway up the mountain to see the night view." Did you notice that my wife was already referring to her and Mr. Wang as "us" when she was narrating?

"And then, where did you go?" I found myself not knowing whether to feel a pleasant sourness mixed with schadenfreude or a sour sourness mixed with pleasure when I heard my wife refer

to him like that. "Then," Ning Hui blinked at me, seeing how anxious I was, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Then I went home!" Pfft! "I'm trying to convince my second sister that she's never been in a relationship, that there's no man that stupid." I was a little skeptical, but she looked genuinely disappointed. I couldn't let my efforts tonight go to waste.

"No man is that stupid!" I said. "Having such a beautiful woman by your side all night, just to look at the night view?" "Yeah, he's not that stupid." Ning Hui's smile suddenly froze, her expression turning serious and earnest. Then she opened her half-closed eyes completely, looking at me with a deep and clear gaze. Her expression was definitely befitting someone discussing something extremely important. "Honey, I want to ask you something, okay?" "What is it, wife?" I didn't know why Ning Hui's expression had suddenly changed so drastically, becoming so serious and composed. I figured it must be related to this.

"Answer me properly, why would you let your wife be with another man like this?" I thought about it, and Ning Hui had never asked me this question so seriously before. "Honey, Mr. Wang really did ask me to go to a hotel, but I suddenly felt really anxious. All I could think about was you. At that moment, I really wanted you by my side so I could ask you all the questions I had." "So you refused and didn't go?" I asked, then lovingly kissed Ning Hui's forehead, instinctively wanting to give her some strength and confidence. "If this issue were clear, would you have gone back then?" "Yes." Ning Hui looked at me and nodded. "Maybe I would have gone." "Silly girl, okay, darling, let me tell you why." I turned Ning Hui over and hugged her. "It's like this, life is so long. From a human nature perspective, it's extremely unhumane and inhumane to confine one's sex life to just two people because of marriage. Food and sex are basic human needs, just like eating. Can you eat the same dish your whole life? I just want my wife to be the happiest woman in the world. Sex is sexy, after all, the pleasure sex brings is self-evident to everyone. I want you to experience more excellent men and more of the happiness they bring you. Do you understand, baby?

" "I understand, but what if this affects our relationship and marriage? I love your husband so much, I'm afraid..." If true love can't withstand this test, then it's not true love. I've read some articles written by people involved, and many couples who adopt this lifestyle often have very good relationships, and some even become more loving after doing it. "Really? You mean our relationship will be even better in the future?" Ning Hui's expression was a little surprised. "Honey, I don't want to leave you in this life. I hope my husband will still be by my side when I'm old." "Haha, I can't guarantee whether my husband would be by your side if we didn't do this, but if we do this, I guarantee my husband will never leave you!" I took the opportunity to tease her.

"Get lost, you dare to leave me!" Ning Hui clenched her little fist and punched me, making my heart feel as sweet as honey.

"Darling, you're mainly worried about what I just said, afraid that doing this will affect our relationship, right? Let me give you another analogy," I continued the lesson, and I suddenly felt that I was a very good teacher. Generally, a husband who can teach his wife this lesson well must be a very good teacher.

"A husband is like rice, like grain, while your lover, your different experiences with men, are like hairy crabs, steak, all sorts of exotic delicacies in the world. You can't eat hairy crabs every day, even though they are indeed delicious, but you have to eat rice every day, like grain." With my wife's intelligence, this analogy was a piece of cake for her, so she started nodding when I said it.

"Haha, as for the other reason, you know it even if I don't tell you, husband." I started to be mysterious.

"Don't tell me." Ning Hui covered my mouth with her hand, her eyes shining straight into my heart, and then she winked at me mischievously, "There's another reason that I really know, I know that when I do this, you'll be so excited and happy." Hearing this, I wondered if there really was a magic fruit in this world, that tasted like this!

"Husband, if you really feel this happy when I have sex with other men, then I'm really going to die!" Ning Hui's face was stunningly beautiful as she looked at me, flushed in the warm light.

I was instantly moved to tears: "Go, my wife, go enjoy yourself, but no matter who you sleep with, your heart must always be mine!" "I know, I love you, my husband!" Ning Hui took the initiative to kiss me. "Actually, just now..." "What happened just now?" I felt the show wasn't over yet.

"Just now," Ning Hui said, sticking her tongue out at my mouth, "I kissed Mr. Wang like this." "Ah," I heard, my body went limp. "You mean you put your tongue in his mouth and let him suck it?" "Yes, my husband." Ning Hui's voice grew softer, her breath alluringly brushing against my ear. "He's so good at sucking." "How did it feel, my wife?" My body was in a state where everything except my penis was hard was limp.

"Ah, so comfortable, he held me and kissed me, I was so excited, my husband." I felt Ning Hui's body completely limp as well.

"You two kissed in the car, while we were looking at the scenery?" I wanted to know every detail of what happened.

"Yes, we were looking at the scenery in the car first, then he came over and hugged me, saying he loved me so much." Ning Hui's eyes began to half-close, as if recalling the scene, "Then he kissed me. His kiss was so domineering. It felt like he was going to devour my wife." Seeing Ning Hui's expression of enjoyment, I couldn't help but guide one of her hands towards my crotch.

"Ah..." When Ning Hui's fingers touched my penis, I used all my strength to suppress the surge of semen; I still wanted to enjoy this wonderful process. "Then he wanted to go to a hotel with you, and you refused because you were flustered." "Yes, husband."If you don't listen carefully, you can't even hear my wife's voice. "But..." "But what?" This is a turning point! One wave after another, wife, are you trying to seduce your husband to death?

"But Mr. Wang asked me out again tomorrow, saying it's the weekend, and he wants me to go to a hot spring with him." I felt Ning Hui's face and whole body burning hot as she said this.

"What did you say? Did you agree or not, or did you say we'd talk about it tomorrow?" I admired myself for maintaining such logical thinking at this moment.

"Honey, don't be angry if I tell you." "I'll be angry if you don't tell me." "I agreed!" Ah! I sighed. It's a hot spring trip! Everyone knows what that means.

"Honey, I'll only get angry if you don't agree," I quickly said, afraid Ning Hui would misunderstand. "Alright, tomorrow's coming soon, and I'm going to lay down some rules." "What rules, honey?" "Rules for dating and having sex with other men. Today, these rules are being announced at Ning Mansion No. 1." I looked at Ning Hui's half-closed eyes and said, "Listen carefully, wife." "Say it, honey, I'm listening." "First, no matter who you're dating, you must report to your husband beforehand and get his permission before you can go on the date."

Second, report the progress of the date promptly. Third, listen, this is very important, when you're having sex with other men, you can call them anything, like "baby," "sweetheart," "my love," etc., but you're not allowed to call them "husband!" "Hehehe," Ning Hui laughed when she heard this, indicating that her wife was listening attentively. "Honey, you're so funny! I love you to death, honey!" "Not yet," I continued, "Fourth, after the date, especially after having sex, you must report the details as your husband requires. Now there are four in total. I'll print them out, and then we'll sign them! Did you understand, honey?" After I finished speaking, I noticed that Ning Hui's body began to contort, her face grew increasingly red, and the hand that was caressing my penis began to squeeze it tightly.

I subconsciously reached my hand into Ning Hui's panties, which were already soaking wet. "So wet, honey?" "Mmm," Ning Hui responded softly, "I've been wet for a long time!" "I felt a sudden surge of euphoric fullness in my penis as it throbbed between Ning Hui's delicate fingers. A single spark could ignite all the ejaculation within. I thought Ning Hui's alluring, budding desire was just that spark, but my wife went even further: 'Honey, your little brother's hard, just as hard as his! His…it's so big!'"

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