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Chapter 1: A Helpless Affair, Unrelated to Climax.

Old streets, alleys, and low-rise houses are scattered haphazardly in the corners of the city. This is my home. Yesterday, my home was happy and warm. Although it was a bit poor, I always felt I was the happiest person because I had a virtuous and beautiful wife, Wang Yanjuan.

Our parents were friends from the same factory, and our families were very close. When I was ten, my father passed away from illness. My mother raised my brother and me with great difficulty. Wang Yanjuan's parents took good care of us, and from then on, Wang Yanjuan and I spent all our time playing together and going to school together.

Perhaps it was fate. On the day my brother was admitted to university and received his acceptance letter, my mother, overwhelmed with emotion, suddenly suffered a heart attack and died. This devastating news was like a bolt from the blue. My brother and I knelt beside our mother, weeping and wailing. My brother decided not to go to university and instead prepare to work to support the family.

I was a high school freshman at the time, and my grades were average. To allow my older brother to go to university, I decided to drop out. We argued several times, but in the end, it was decided that my brother would continue

his studies while I dropped out and returned home. To support me, Wang Yanjuan's father went to the neighborhood committee multiple times. Through their mediation, I got a job as an apprentice in a community-run factory. My meager income barely covered our living expenses. I scrimped and saved to support my brother's education; you can imagine how difficult those days were.

Wang Yanjuan didn't get into university after graduating high school and became a factory worker in a textile factory. During that time, she often helped me, secretly bringing me food. Naturally, we fell in love; those were the happiest times of my life.

Her mother found out about our relationship but didn't scold us or say much. She simply called me to her home, talked to me, and quietly began preparing for our wedding.

Our wedding was the simplest; the bedding was all handmade by my mother-in-law. My brother also came back specially. The whole family had a happy meal together, and that was it. I've always felt indebted to my parents-in-law and my wife for this.

Our married life was filled with happiness and joy. I never felt tired, I cared deeply for my wife, and was extremely filial to my parents-in-law.

My older brother stayed on to teach at the university after graduation and soon got married. My sister-in-law was his classmate, and her family was well-off. After my brother got married, he lived with his parents-in-law.

Because of our limited financial situation, we didn't have children yet, planning to wait a few years. Three years passed peacefully and happily. We were both twenty-five years old.

Perhaps everything was predestined. By chance, some of our classmates had a reunion. Wang Zhongli, whom we used to dislike the most and who was the worst student, now appeared before us in great style. Back in school, he was the one who often wrote love letters and passed notes to Wang Yanjuan.

In recent years, I heard he had made a fortune in Guangzhou selling clothes. I didn't pay much attention to him; to be honest, I looked down on him.

But not long after that reunion, my wife began to change. She started to like dressing up, and she began to speak to me with a hint of resentment. I tried my best to cheer her up, but she often spaced out and sighed inexplicably.

July 6th, 1995—yesterday—was the day that changed my life. In the morning, there was a meeting at the factory. The old factory director, with tears in his eyes, announced the list of laid-off workers. I was third on the list. I couldn't believe it was true. I don't know how I got out of the factory; my mind was in turmoil.

How could I tell my wife when I got home? Life was already tight, and now I was laid off. Sigh! The narrow alley became unusually dark, and my steps home were heavy.

I took out my keys, gently opened the gate, and bent down to enter the small yard. "Huh?" My wife's bicycle was in the yard. Wasn't she at work? Why were the curtains drawn when the windows were open in broad daylight? I felt angry. As I walked to the door, I heard the creaking of the wooden bed and my wife's moans coming from the low window.

My mind went blank. I knew those sounds all too well. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe it—my wife was cheating on me, having sex with someone else. No, no, I must have misheard.

I leaned against the wall, my trembling hand gently parting the curtains a crack. What every man dreads was unfolding before my eyes: two naked bodies entwined on the bed. My wife's legs were spread, wrapped around a man's waist. His buttocks thrust, and I could clearly see his hard penis inside her, splattering fluid as he pumped away.

Anger and shame flashed in my eyes; I could hear my own furious heart pounding. The man sat up, holding my wife's waist, excitedly saying, "Juanzi, your pussy is so tight! I didn't expect you to be so horny! Ah, ah, does it feel good when I fuck you? Haha, I'm better at fucking you than Ershun, right? Ah, ah, divorce him and be my wife, I'll fuck you every day! Ah, ah…"

My wife moaned, a flicker of unease and excitement crossing her contorted face.

"Mmm, mmm, don't mention him, hurry up and fuck me, ah, ah, so good, so good, ah, ah!"

Is this my wife? How could she say such lewd things? The man is Wang Zhongli, his big mouth sucking on Juanzi's nipple, moaning and thrusting his ass.

I angrily turned around, grabbed a wooden stick from the yard, stepped into the house through the low window, and kicked Wang Zhongli. His penis drew a line of liquid and fell to the floor with a "plop." I raised the stick. Juanzi rushed over in terror and hugged me, shouting, "Stop! Stop it! Zhongli, run!"

Juanzi and I wrestled together. Wang Zhongli grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the house, hurriedly pulled on his pants, and ran out of the yard.

I couldn't accept this fact. I pushed my naked wife down, angrily pointing a wooden stick at her and yelling, "You slut, how could you do this to me? You're shameless! Are you really that cheap and deserving of being fucked? Tell me!"

After a brief moment of panic and fear, Juanzi calmed down, sat on the ground, her hair disheveled and tears streaming down her face, and said, "Ershun, hit me if you want. I'm sorry. Now that you've caught me, I won't hide it from you anymore. This is the third time I've done this with him. Ershun, calm down."

Calm down my ass! I grabbed my wife's hair, lifted her up, and threw her onto the bed.

"Three times? How dare you say that? What am I to you? Tell me, give me a straight answer."

Juanzi covered her face and cried, "Ershun, I've been married to you for three years. I've never doubted your love for me, and I love you too, I'll love you for the rest of my life. But I can't live like this anymore. I thought that as long as we loved each other, even drinking cold water would be happiness. But we have to face reality. I've had enough. I've had enough of having to lower my head and crouch down to get into the yard like a mouse hole. This lousy house is so cramped, I can practically touch the ceiling with my hand. It's so oppressive.

You know I've been cheating on you, but do you know I've been laid off for half a month? I didn't dare tell you. I went out to look for work, but I was rejected time and time again. Do you know how desperate I was? After that gathering, Wang Zhongli often contacted me and invited me to dinner. Out of consideration for our classmates, I went. He gave me a gold necklace. You know I've always wanted a gold necklace, but we didn't have the money to buy one.

He put it on me and knelt in front of me, saying he..." He loved me and said many sweet words. I was confused and lost my sense of self. I was unknowingly carried to bed by him and possessed by him. I cried, cursed him, and hit him. He begged me to divorce my husband and marry me.

I didn't agree. I didn't love him and hated him. Maybe it was my hypocrisy and vanity that got the better of me. In his bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror with a gold necklace. I knew I was finished. I was intoxicated, intoxicated by his big bathroom. I hated queuing for the toilet every morning, and I hated having to use a basin to shower. Ershun

, I'm sorry. In the bathroom, he took advantage of me again. I didn't resist or struggle. I was the one who took the initiative. Call me cheap if you want. He promised to let me buy him clothes, promised to give me money, and promised to buy me an apartment.

I felt ashamed and regretted it. I was afraid you would know, but I couldn't resist the temptation. Ershun, I want a comfortable home. I can't take it anymore, sob sob sob…”

The wooden stick fell to the ground, my heart bled, and I sat on the floor in agony. I had never been so sad. "A gold necklace, haha, a gold necklace can bury our love." I felt so guilty. A grown man, unable to even meet his wife's most basic needs—how pathetic!

My wife lost her job, and I didn't even know. What kind of man am I? Sigh! So lonely, so painful. Looking at Juanzi, who was dressed, my heart ached.

Juanzi gently pulled me up and said, "Ershun, I never thought of abandoning you, really. I just wanted us to have a comfortable home. Forgive my infidelity. Love can't put food on the table. I love you, that's enough. Let's both calm down, okay?"

I sat blankly on the bed, endlessly thinking: love, family, family, love, money, love, money, family.

For a day and a night, Juanzi and I sat there silently.

As dawn broke, I let out a long breath and said firmly, "Juanzi, call Wang Zhongli here. I have something to say to you both. Don't worry, there won't be any arguments."

Juanzi hesitated for a moment before going out to use a public phone to page Wang Zhongli. A little while later, Wang Zhongli arrived, looking somewhat fearful as he stood before me. Juanzi was also standing on the floor with her head down.

I pointed to a stool, gesturing for them to sit down, and said in a low, distressed voice, "Wang Zhongli, do you really love Juanzi?"

Wang Zhongli blushed and said, "Yes, Ershun, I loved Juanzi when we were in school. Juanzi was the prettiest girl in our class, and I can never forget her. I did something wrong to you, and I... I'm willing to make it up to you. Ershun, just name your price."

I looked at him with disdain and said, "You overestimate yourself, and you underestimate me, Ershun. Do you really want to marry Juanzi?"

Wang Zhongli stood up and said, "Ershun, yes, I really do. I dream about it."

I coldly... I said, "Okay, Juanzi and I will divorce today. You can marry Juanzi openly and honestly."

Juanzi burst into tears, saying, "No, Ershun, no, no, I never thought of leaving you. You... please stop talking. I won't see him anymore, okay?"

I shook my head and said, "Juanzi, I've thought it through. I've wronged you so much these past few years. From the day you married me, I've treated you like a precious treasure, afraid to say a word to you. Now I realize that as a husband, that's not enough. But I have nothing else to give you. It's so sad. I don't resent you." "I have to thank you. In all these years, I haven't even bought you a decent piece of clothing. There's nothing valuable in this house. Take whatever you like."

Juanzi burst into tears, sobbing, "No, no, Ershun, please stop. I'm sorry. Can't I go back to the way things were before? Please stop, sob sob..."

It was too late. His heart was dead. He smiled bitterly and said, "Juanzi, you deserve the life you want. I can't give you that, but he can. Wang Zhongli, you must treat Juanzi well. Juanzi is timid; you must cherish and care for her. If you don't treat her well, I won't let you go." "Go ahead."

Wang Zhongli said excitedly, "Ershun, you're a real man. I've said so much today. I truly love Juanzi. Don't worry, I'll make Juanzi happy. If you ever need anything, just let me know, and I'll definitely help."

There was no need for further words. I had no heart to listen to Juanzi's cries and pleas. Numbly, I saw Juanzi and Wang Zhongli off, watching Juanzi turn back again and again, her familiar figure slowly fading into the distance, blurring and disappearing. I returned home, collapsed onto the bed, and uncontrollably cried out in anguish. My family was broken, my wife belonged to someone else, I lost my job, everything was gone.

Chapter 2: My Sister-in-Law's Scorn

. In my anguish, I ate and slept, woke up and ate. After a few days, I had lost a lot of weight. I couldn't let myself sink into despair; I had to live a decent life. I pulled myself together and began the arduous job search. I had no diploma, no connections, and I knew firsthand how difficult it was to find a job.

After repeated failures, I had to rethink things. When people are at their most vulnerable, the first thing they think of is their family. I went to find my brother. I called my brother, briefly explained my situation, and said I planned to go to his place so he could help me find a job. He hesitated for a moment, then simply said, "Come on over, I'll pick you up."

Locking the door, I cried. This home held so much of my heartache and happiness. Today, with only an empty backpack, I was leaving. Goodbye, my home. I bowed deeply to the door and resolutely strode away.

A day's train journey later, I arrived at the station. This vibrant coastal metropolis was full of life. My brother took my backpack, and we took a taxi home. In the taxi, he told me, "When we get home, be polite to your sister-in-law. She's not a bad person, just a bit temperamental."

I understood what he meant, and a sense of melancholy settled in my heart. We arrived at my brother's house in an elegant neighborhood. He lived on the third floor. He opened the door, told me to change into slippers, and led me into the bedroom. I sat on the sofa and looked around. What a large living room! Clean and bright—it was many times bigger than my dilapidated apartment. I couldn't help but envy my brother.

The bedroom door opened, and a young and beautiful woman walked out, her hand covering her slightly protruding belly. Her expression was cold as she said, "So you're Ershun? You must be tired from the journey. Rest for a while, and have your brother cook for you."

I quickly stood up and said, "Sister-in-law, I haven't seen you in ages. Sorry to bother you. Are you pregnant?" She gave a curt "Mmm" and turned to go back into the bedroom, leaving my brother awkwardly speechless. I was furious. Was this how you treat a guest? I'm your own brother-in-law!

During the meal, she remained cold and silent, making the meal incredibly awkward. After dinner, she and my brother went into the bedroom. I clearly heard her loudly scolding my brother, "Where are you going to stay? It's so inconvenient for me with the baby. Don't you think about it? He even ran away with his wife. What kind of future can he have? You're just a teacher; can you find him a job? Don't tell me he'll live here permanently. This is my house!" I couldn't take it anymore. I shouted, "Brother, I'm leaving." I picked up my backpack and started putting on my shoes when my brother ran out and tried to snatch it from me. "Don't listen to your sister-in-law! Where are you going? Put it down!" My sister-in-law walked over and said coldly, "Go ahead, I won't see you off." She then glared at me. I'll never forget that glare.

My brother reluctantly walked me downstairs. I really didn't want to talk to him, but he pleaded with me, and I finally went with him to his school dormitory. He stuffed five hundred yuan into my hand and said helplessly, "Ershun, I'm sorry, but I had no choice. We can't afford a house, sigh! You can stay here for now, I'll help you find a job. Get some rest." He then lowered his head and walked out of the dormitory.

My heart was ice-cold. Why should I have to put up with this? Why can't I live with dignity? Money, money, money, it's all about money. Money buried my love, money chilled the bond between me and my brother.

Two days later, a relative of my brother's colleague, who owned a furniture factory, asked if I could do the job. I had no choice but to agree unconditionally, mainly because they provided food and lodging.

The factory was in the suburbs, and the boss's surname was Liu. Everyone knew him, Boss Liu, and he gave me some instructions, letting me learn from the others first. There were six installers in the factory. Every morning, we'd get up early to load the trucks, then accompany them to the customers' homes, install the furniture, collect payment, and go back to load more trucks and deliver more goods.

I wanted to learn repair, so this kind of work was easy for me to learn. However, I was very humble, kind to my colleagues, and very respectful to the boss. I dared not slack off in the slightest. I knew this job was hard-earned, so I always volunteered for the hard and tiring work, and soon everyone recognized my abilities.

The furniture industry was booming at that time, and the high profits allowed the business to expand continuously. I was promoted from an ordinary installer to a foreman, earning 1,500 yuan a month—an astronomical sum for me! Naturally, I worked even harder.

Those were simple and fulfilling times. I didn't have to think about too many things; I just focused on doing my job well. However, life is always unsettling. I often saw Boss Liu driving with a young, beautiful, and alluring girl. I didn't want to concern myself with other people's lives. But then, one afternoon, things changed.

I had just returned from delivering and installing goods when the factory was in chaos. A large crowd had gathered outside the office, and I could hear shouting and arguing coming from inside. I peeked through the window and saw two women fighting. One of them was the girl who often hung out with Boss Liu, and the other was a woman in her thirties whom I didn't recognize.

The two women, with their disheveled hair, were grabbing each other's hair and kicking each other. Boss Liu had joined the fight, kicking the middle-aged woman hard. From the shouts and curses, I recognized her as Boss Liu's wife.

I was puzzled as to why no one was stopping them. I tried to open the door, but it was locked from the inside. A woman next to me pulled me back and whispered, "Ershun, don't get involved. Who can handle this? You can't afford to offend either of them." I sighed inwardly, wondering why this was happening.

I was about to leave when I glanced inside again. The scene had changed. The young girl and Boss Liu were beating the middle-aged woman mercilessly. The girl was tearing at the woman's clothes; her pants were already pulled down, exposing her buttocks. Boss Liu was grabbing his wife's hair and yelling.

A surge of anger welled up inside me. This was too much! I'd experienced my wife being taken by another man, and my lover's infidelity. Driven by a strange inner conflict, I suddenly snapped. I kicked the door open, rushed in, grabbed Boss Liu's collar with one hand and the girl's neck with the other, and pulled them back forcefully, yelling, "Stop!" They were thrown aside. The woman on the ground couldn't get up.

The sudden roar startled Boss Liu and the girl. After a brief moment of fear, Boss Liu flew into a rage, yelling, "You motherfucker, are you tired of living? You dare to tell me what to do? Get out now, you're fired!" The girl lunged at me, trying to scratch me. Since I was already fired, my pent-up resentment and anger flared up. Before she could reach me, I swung my hand and delivered a resounding slap. The girl stumbled and fell to the ground.

Boss Liu, enraged, grabbed a chair and hurled it at me. I dodged, but the blow to my shoulder sent a sharp pain through me. My rage had clouded my judgment, and I kicked Boss Liu in the stomach. He yelped and sat down, clutching his stomach in pain. Just as I was about to rush over, people rushed in from outside, several grabbing me. Screams and shouts filled the air; chaos reigned in the office.

Finally, we were pulled apart. Boss Liu and the girl were pushed into other offices. I still couldn't understand why everyone was scolding me, as if I had done something shameful. Only Accountant Sister Zhou helped the middle-aged woman up, pulled up her pants, and comforted the crying woman.

A business manager who often worked with Boss Liu shouted at me: "Er Shun, the boss fired you. Get the hell out of here!" I angrily shook off the people pulling me away. "Fine, I'll leave. This damn boss doesn't deserve my service!" I turned to leave.

A woman screamed, "Don't go! This is my factory! Everyone else, get out! Get out!" Silence fell. Everyone stared at the middle-aged woman, who was already sitting in a chair, with suspicion. They all quietly slipped away.

I stood there, at a loss. The woman stopped crying, tidied her disheveled hair, and with several bloodstains and bruises on her pretty face, she said firmly: "What's your name? You don't have to leave. From now on, I'm in charge."

Sister Zhou spoke first: "Hongmei, his name is Chen Ershun, he's the most capable installer. Ershun, take a couple of days off. Come back after you've finished taking care of some things here. Hongmei, calm down too. Sigh! What kind of mess is this?"

I walked out of the office blankly, feeling really bad. It seemed like I was going to lose my job. Oh well, I'll take a couple of days off. It's been almost a year, and I haven't had a single day off. I'll go out and clear my head. I

wandered aimlessly down the street, feeling an indescribable bitterness. How is Juanzi doing now? Is she happy? Is my brother still groveling before his wife? My mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts. Suddenly, I remembered that my sister-in-law had given birth three months ago, and I hadn't been to her house even once. No matter what, she's still my sister-in-law, especially since she gave birth to my brother's child.

I bought a lot of things, rang the doorbell, and my brother opened the door for me. He led me inside and whispered, "Jiaojiao, Ershun's here." My sister-in-law came out carrying the baby, this time with a smile on her face. "Ershun's here! Sit down quickly, I'll cook for you." She handed the baby to my brother and wiggled her hips into the kitchen.

I didn't quite understand her attitude; my sister-in-law had changed so much in the past year. People are strange. The baby was so cute, with rosy cheeks. I genuinely loved this child. I sat down and chatted with my brother. I learned that besides teaching, he now works as a consultant for two large companies, earning several times more than before. I was genuinely happy.

My sister-in-law cooked the dishes, took the baby, and called us to eat. Surprisingly, she even brought us a bottle of wine. My brother and I ate and chatted. I didn't understand some of what he said, but I could understand the general idea—things like brand building, corporate planning, market positioning, and media guidance, etc.

To be honest, hearing my brother say all this was quite enlightening, and I kept asking questions like a starving man. My sister-in-law chimed in, "Er Shun, you don't understand what your brother is saying. Drink less, you have to go back soon." My brother said, a little annoyed, "It's already dark, what's the point of going back? I'll just sleep at home tonight."

My sister-in-law said awkwardly, "Okay, okay, I'll get ready to go, alright?" After saying that, she stood up, turned around, and secretly gave me a dirty look. I stood up and said, "Brother, sister-in-law, no need, it's getting late, I'll go back now, you should get some rest."

I declined my brother's offer to stay, and as my sister-in-law saw me to the door, I suddenly turned back to her and said, "Sister-in-law, you're very beautiful, elegant and graceful. If you rolled your eyes a little less, you'd be even more beautiful." After saying that, I left my embarrassed sister-in-law behind, strode downstairs, and quickly left.

Chapter 3:

I really can't understand why Boss Liu, whose business was booming, would have an affair and end up getting a divorce. I lost my wife because I was broke, but Boss Liu didn't want his wife because he was rich. I don't understand.

After several days of turmoil, the factory was almost shut down. Finally, through legal procedures, it was ruled that the furniture factory where I worked belonged to Hongmei, and another factory was awarded to Boss Liu. A once happy and prosperous family was broken up just like that. Sigh!

I really don't know what they were thinking.

The marriage was over, the family was separated, but a big problem arose. Most of the key personnel in the factory were taken away by Boss Liu, especially the sales department. Not a single one was left, which meant that the products couldn't be sold. In less than a week, the factory stopped production, and the workers were laid off.

In the empty factory, only I was still there. Overnight, I became a gatekeeper. To be honest, I started thinking about where to find a job next. I couldn't just wait around.

That morning, Sister Zhou and Hongmei arrived at the office and began calculating accounts, discussing and debating incessantly. Seeing how engrossed they were, even past noon, I couldn't bear it and went out to buy some boxed lunches, bringing them into the office.

Hongmei saw me with the lunch and said gratefully, "Oh, it's you! Thank you! Let's eat together."

I smiled wryly and shook my head, saying, "No, I don't want to disturb your work. I'll eat at the gatehouse."

Sister Zhou smiled and said, "Ershun, let's eat together. Now there are three of us. I've been observing you for a long time; you're a bit different from the others. Come on, let's eat together and talk. Hongmei and I are almost driven crazy with worry." I sat down

, eating my lunch, and began to scrutinize Hongmei. She had fair skin, a slightly tired face, and an air of scholarly refinement in her every move. Her gentle demeanor carried a hint of pride, radiating the charm of a mature woman—the kind of woman who grows more beautiful the more you look at her. I couldn't help but be captivated.

Sister Zhou coughed, pulling me back to reality, and I lowered my head to eat, feeling a little embarrassed. After dinner, Hongmei looked at me and said, "Ershun, thank you so much for that day. If it weren't for you, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Now that the factory is facing such great difficulties, you still stayed. I'm very grateful to you. Today it's just the three of us. I don't know what to do. Sigh! I'm a junior high school Chinese teacher. I've never done this before. I want to hear your opinion. Just say whatever you want, it's okay. It's all like this anyway."

Sister Zhou chimed in, "Ershun, Hongmei's opinion is to give up, but I disagree. The furniture industry is booming right now; it would be a shame to give up. If we don't give up, we'll have to start over. We've lost all our previous business; figuring out how to start a new business is the most urgent thing. Sister Zhou wants to ask you, if we were to start a business again, would you be willing to stay?"

I hesitated. The concept of entrepreneurship was too foreign to me. I was used to following orders and doing my job diligently; I hadn't thought about anything else. Seeing Hongmei's helpless, poignant expectation... Seeing that look in their eyes, my heart skipped a beat. I said firmly, "I'm willing to stay. I wouldn't dare say I'm starting a business, but I'll definitely do my best to help. And, boss, what's your surname?"

They both laughed. Hongmei excitedly said, "My surname is Xu. Don't be so polite, just call me Sister Hongmei. It's more friendly. I don't like being called 'boss' or anything like that."

The atmosphere relaxed, and I wasn't nervous anymore. To be honest, my brother has had a great influence on me. Even though we only talked once over dinner, I've been thinking about it a lot lately and have gained new insights. I boldly offered some suggestions.

Hongmei and Sister Zhou's eyes lit up with hope. After careful discussion, they generally accepted my suggestions. First, in major furniture stores and building materials markets, we should rent prime locations, regardless of the cost, and uniformly decorate and plan the spaces. Once everything is ready, we can start construction. The main goal is to drive production through sales, reducing intermediate links. This way, we won't be controlled by distributors. The current situation is that distributors have a monopoly; if something goes wrong in the middle, everything falls apart.

From that day on, the three of us went to the market together, ate together, trusted and looked after each other, busy and stressed, but also happy. To solve the funding problem, Hongmei sold her house and car. Sister Zhou took out all her family savings. I had no money, but for this spirit of fighting and sharing hardships together, all I could do was work without pay.

After two months of hard work, we rented a shop in one of the two most bustling shopping malls, hired a professional designer to design and decorate it, making it luxurious and grand yet simple and elegant. We received several orders on the opening day. We were overjoyed, but then we were worried again. All the workers were gone, and only seven or eight people could come back.

I went all out, disregarding my pride, begging my former coworkers and hiring from other furniture factories at high salaries. I tried everything, and finally, we officially started work.

I learned the hardships of starting a business and how to cherish the hard-won situation. I went from an unknown ordinary worker to a professional manager. This process involved so much of my dedication and effort. We succeeded! We succeeded! Not only was our own store booming, but owners of other decoration markets started asking us to supply them. Our furniture truly became a brand.

The New Year was fast approaching, and we had a company dinner and year-end summary meeting. I will never forget Hongmei's tearful speech, which moved everyone.

I have a habit of never inquiring about other people's family situations, including Sister Zhou and Hongmei. Perhaps I have reservations about the word "family."

For the first time in over a year, Hongmei invited Sister Zhou and me to her home. It was an ordinary rented apartment in a residential building, just a one-bedroom, one-living room room, simple and clean.

Hongmei personally cooked many dishes, and the three of us started drinking—baijiu (Chinese liquor). I rarely drink before, and I'd never seen Hongmei and Sister Zhou drink before, but today they made an exception. A toast to our success, to the sweat we had shed!

After three cups of wine, Sister Zhou and Hongmei started talking more. Sister Zhou, slightly drunk, said, "I never thought I'd be in this situation at forty-three. My husband has been abroad for two years now, sigh! Come on, let's drink."

Hongmei, also drunk, squinted and said, "Sister Zhou, I'm thirty-nine this year, haha... I never thought I'd be in this situation. I love poetry, I love romance, haha... but now I'm forced to be a boss, it's ridiculous, let's drink."

I, also a little drunk, said, "I'm twenty-eight this year, I never thought I'd be in this situation. I don't ask for much, I just want..." "A home, a wife, kids, and a warm bed—sisters, do you think my demands are too high? Even this is unattainable, hahaha! My wife divorced me, my home is gone, everyone's scattered, hahaha, what am I? I've never owned anything, hahaha, let's drink!"

We got more and more into it, more and more excited. A bottle of strong liquor was empty, and we each drank a bottle of beer. Sister Zhou got drunk first, vomiting repeatedly in the bathroom. She came out and lay on the sofa: "No...I can't...I...I can't take it anymore." She

slowly fell asleep.

Hongmei stood up, staggering towards the bathroom. She almost fell, and I caught her, saying, "Sister Hongmei, are you...are you alright? I...I'll help you, don't...don't fall."

In my hazy state, I forgot that Hongmei was a woman, and Hongmei forgot that I was a man. I helped her into the bathroom, and Hongmei practically leaned on me. She pulled down her pants, and her white buttocks sat on the toilet, her face pressed against my lower abdomen. My hazy consciousness began to dissipate, and with the sound of her urinating, my penis became hard, the erection pressing against Hongmei's chin. As I swayed, the head of my penis unintentionally rubbed against Hongmei's chin through my pants, and I suddenly felt my mouth go dry.

Hongmei seemed to sense something, and with her blurry, drunken eyes, she glanced at me, smiling seductively, and said, "Little...little rascal, you...you're not even ashamed to see your sister peeing, hehe...you rascal, you...you've seen my ass, haha...tell me, is my ass pretty? Is it prettier than that little vixen's?" I'm not a saint, I'm just an ordinary, healthy man. Under the influence of alcohol, I couldn't distinguish right from wrong anymore, and excitedly said, "Hongmei's ass, so...so big, so white, so pretty, so pretty."

Hongmei's eyes showed a hazy, resentful look, and she said softly, "Ershun, you're a man, you like my big ass, then you want me."

She grabbed my penis with a stronger tone and shouted, "Want me, want me! Don't you want me either? You stinky man, fuck me, fuck me! Your penis is hard, so you want to fuck me, right? I'll let you fuck me, hurry up." "I don't know why, but Sister Hongmei, with her scholarly air, suddenly shouted 'Fuck me!' This direct stimulation made me completely lose consciousness. I picked up Sister Hongmei and staggered out of the bathroom, completely unaware of Sister Zhou's presence. Sister Hongmei kicked off her pants and threw them onto the bed. I shakily threw off my clothes, my bare buttocks exposed, my hard penis erect, and pounced on Sister Hongmei.

There was no foreplay, no appreciation of Sister Hongmei's naked body; all my thoughts and energy were concentrated on my penis. After several thrusts, I finally found a breakthrough. 'Plop!' Ah, so warm! I thrust my hips, 'Plop, plop!' and fucked her hard. The unprecedented pleasure made me groan loudly with excitement."

Hongmei became even more dazed and resentful, almost viciously moaning, "Fuck me, ah... ah... fuck my cunt, ah... ah... do you like me because I'm a slut? Tell me, don't you men all like slutty cunts? Ah... ah... fuck me to death, I'll give myself to you, fuck my slutty cunt." My nerves were numb, my penis was the only driving force, and I unconsciously shouted loudly, "Fuck your slutty cunt to death, ah... ah... your cunt is so slutty, ah... ah..."

As Hongmei trembled and moaned with orgasm, my semen gushed out, deeply penetrating Hongmei's depths. Hongmei and I embraced and drifted off to sleep.

Daylight broke, and I groggily opened my eyes. I was covered with a warm blanket, and suddenly realized that Sister Hongmei in my arms had also opened her eyes. She froze briefly, then screamed in surprise. I jumped out of bed, realizing I was completely

naked. I frantically grabbed some clothes, pulled on my pants, and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Sister Hongmei clutched the blanket, terrified and at a loss. From outside the door came Sister Zhou's voice: "Alright, stop yelling. You were yelling for an hour last night and you still haven't had enough? Hurry up and eat, I've already prepared it."

Chapter 4: Sister Zhou's Lesson

Shame and resentment overwhelmed me. I dared not face Sister Hongmei, dared not face Sister Zhou. Head bowed, I wished I could disappear into the ground. Sister Zhou entered the bedroom, closed the door, and spoke to Sister Hongmei. I wanted to escape several times, but dared not. My heart ached terribly. Though the passion after drinking was hazy, the feeling was unforgettable. I was filled with anxiety, wondering what Sister Hongmei would think, how she would see me.

Twenty minutes passed, but it felt like twenty years. Recalling my passion with Sister Hongmei, I slowly realized that she was venting her resentment towards her husband, taking revenge on him. But what were her feelings for me?

Though I am ordinary, I am not an irresponsible person. I secretly resolved that if Sister Hongmei agreed, I would marry her, simply because I had slept with her. I couldn't understand my feelings for Sister Hongmei. Did I truly love her? Did she love me? To be honest, I didn't know.

The door opened, and I nervously stared at it. Sister Hongmei, her face flushed, was pushed out by Sister Zhou, her head bowed. I stood up and stammered, "Sister Hongmei, I'm so sorry, I...I..."

Sister Zhou laughed and said, "Alright, don't be nervous, sit down and eat. I just can't do anything with you two."

The atmosphere was tense and awkward. I hurriedly ate my breakfast, my mouth completely tasting nothing.

An egg was placed in my bowl. I looked up and saw it was Sister Hongmei. My face flushed, and I quickly lowered my head. Sister Zhou chuckled.

This simple change eased the tension. After physical contact, a certain change naturally occurred. I suddenly thought Sister Hongmei was beautiful; her blushing face was radiant, and I had an urge to kiss her.

Hongmei's gaze, which had initially been evasive, slowly softened. She placed another egg in my bowl and said softly, "Eat more." Those three simple words suddenly made me feel so happy. It's been almost three years, and this long-lost feeling of happiness almost brought tears to my eyes.

After dinner and tidying up, Zhou Jie and I were about to leave. I suddenly felt a little reluctant to go, but I still had to go; after all, this wasn't my home. Feeling lost, I followed behind Zhou Jie. As we went outside, Hongmei called me back, took a scarf, and wrapped it around my neck.

"It's cold, be careful not to catch a cold."

A surge of warmth welled up inside me, flooding my brain, and I felt an urge to embrace Hongmei and give her a passionate kiss.

Zhou Jie coughed and said, "Alright, stop being so affectionate. There'll be plenty of time later." Hongmei blushed deeply, "Get lost, you're so annoying!" and quickly closed the door.

I left Sister Hongmei's house with Sister Zhou, and silently followed her. Finally, I couldn't help but say, "Sister Zhou, could you please help me with something?"

Sister Zhou stopped and said, "What help? We don't need to be so polite. Just tell me, and I'll definitely help if I can."

I blushed and said, "Sister Zhou, I... I want to ask you to be my matchmaker. I... I want to marry Hongmei."

Sister Zhou stared at me for a long time, then sighed and said, "Ershun, you should get busy today. Aren't you going to your brother's? Come to my house tonight, and we'll have a good talk." I nodded hesitantly. After

buying a lot of things, I arrived at my brother's house. My sister-in-law warmly greeted me, poured me water, offered me fruit, and put the baby in my arms, smiling as she said, "Dou Dou, let your second uncle hold you. Your second uncle hasn't come in a long time. Mom will go and cook for your second uncle." My

sister-in-law's change made me a little uncomfortable. It was rare for her to be so warm, so I stopped dwelling on past unpleasantness and happily played with my nephew and chatted with my brother.

I briefly explained the furniture factory situation to my brother. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Ershun, your achievements today are hard-won, and frankly, they've exceeded my expectations. However, I must remind you of two things. First, you're still in the startup phase, so don't be careless. The market is constantly changing. Second, your current structure is unclear, which is necessary at the beginning of a business, requiring everyone to work together.

But never forget that profit and power are always the main contradictions in a company's development. Therefore, you need a clear division of labor and profit-sharing mechanism, and strictly establish various systems and procedures. Otherwise, your explosive growth might not last long, and your relationships will become very fragile.

Furthermore, if you want to develop further, you must export furniture. Currently, the European and American markets have a huge demand for Chinese furniture. You need to seriously discuss this." Ah.

Based on the current national situation, I predict that competition in the furniture industry will become increasingly fierce. There are too many new factories, and the pressure will increase. There is one industry that has already shown signs of explosive growth, and that is real estate. The government is increasing the renovation of shantytowns, and coastal cities have already started. Moreover, current mortgage loans will soon stimulate a real estate boom. However, if you want to do real estate development, you probably have limited ability. If you have money, you might as well go back to your hometown and buy a few more houses in our shantytown area. At least it will appreciate more than keeping it in the bank.

Ershun, it's been three years since I left, and I haven't been back once. Sigh! It's all in the past. You should go back and see your parents-in-law. After all, they have been kind to us. I wonder how Juanzi is doing."

My heart tightened. Yes, it's been three years, and I haven't contacted anyone in my hometown. What am I running away from? I could

n't say for sure, and vaguely said, "Well, I'll go back and see when I have time."

My sister-in-law made a sumptuous lunch. My brother and I ate and chatted. In front of my brother, I was as naive and ignorant as a primary school student.

My sister-in-law chimed in, "Ershun, you should listen to your brother. He's really something now. The company he helped plan is doing exceptionally well. I never imagined your brother, a teacher, could be so capable."

I could hear the admiration and affection she had for my brother, and I was naturally pleased.

After dinner, we chatted for a while. When I got up to leave, my sister-in-law quickly said, "Ershun, the factories are all closed for the holidays. It'll be Chinese New Year in a couple of days. Don't leave. Stay home for the New Year. I'll tidy up your room for you right away."

I smiled and declined their invitations. I still had something on my mind that I needed to resolve quickly. After saying goodbye to my brother and sister-in-law, I bought a few more gifts, called Sister Zhou to get her address, and took a taxi to her apartment complex.

Upon entering Sister Zhou's home, Sister Zhou accepted the gift and said reproachfully, "Why did you bring a gift when you came to Sister Zhou's house? You really are something. Please sit down."

Sister Zhou's home was large, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, decorated in a simple and natural style, full of warmth. Sister Zhou was wearing loose casual clothes, full-figured but not bulky, possessing the unique temperament and charm of a professional woman.

After a few brief pleasantries, Sister Zhou said seriously, "Ershun, I've been thinking about what you said all day. I'm older than both you and Hongmei, so I won't mince words. Ershun, you said you want to marry Hongmei, and I admire your sense of responsibility. That's what sets you apart from other men. But let me be honest with you, I don't object to you two sleeping together; in fact, I support it. We're both adults, and our physiological needs and desires for sex are perfectly normal. Hongmei's husband had another woman and they divorced, and you've been divorced for three years. Your needs are acceptable to each other, and it's possible you have feelings for each other. But if you really want to get married, we need to analyze it carefully. Do you love Hongmei?"

I couldn't answer for a moment. I didn't want to deceive anyone. I did have feelings for Hongmei, but it was primarily a feeling of shared hardship. I can't say there was no love, but it didn't really feel like romantic love.

Sister Zhou looked at me and continued, "You both yearn for love, but if you really go down this path of marriage, the outcome will be tragic. To be blunt, you and Hongmei are not the same type of person, nor are you on the same level. It sounds complicated, but it's actually quite simple.

You are an honest and hardworking good man, and your personality is focused and dedicated. Hongmei is a woman with a strong romantic spirit; you cannot provide her with intellectual and spiritual pursuits. Her failed marriage is largely due to these personality differences. The age gap also cannot be ignored."

"It's contradictory, isn't it? To put it simply, I support you maintaining your sexual and romantic relationship. You both need sex, you both need someone to rely on, and this will make you both happy and fulfilled. The reason I support you and Hongmei is because I understand you. You're not despicable, so you won't use Hongmei to achieve your own goals. There are too few men like that, especially in a relationship like ours with an element of self-interest. Do you understand?"

I understood a little, but I wasn't quite sure. Confused, I said, "Sister Zhou, but I did sleep with Sister Hongmei after all. I... I don't know what Sister Hongmei will think."

Sister Zhou smiled and said, "I'll talk to Hongmei. Hongmei will come over in a bit, and we can chat together. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're all adults. First, cook for your lover with Sister Zhou, hehe."

Chapter 5 Climax So This Is How It Should Be

I was nervously helping Sister Zhou cook. Before I finished, Sister Hongmei arrived, also carrying many gifts. When she saw me there, her face turned red, and she lowered her head and said softly, "Ershun is here too." Sister Zhou laughed and said, "You two, stop pretending. What's there to be embarrassed about? Sit down, there's only one more dish left, hehe."

Sitting together had a strange feeling; neither of us knew what to say, and we were both very nervous. Hongmei spoke first: "You, I, sigh! No, don't take it to heart, I, you, sigh! I like you very much, but we, we shouldn't be like this."

I suddenly felt a deep sense of loss, a loss without reason. I lowered my head and said "Oh." It seemed that it was over between Hongmei and me. Hongmei stood up and went into the kitchen to help Sister Zhou cook. The two of them whispered to each other, I couldn't tell what they were saying.

The food was served, filling the table. Hongmei's face was flushed for some reason, and she didn't dare to look at me. Sister Zhou said meaningfully, "Sit down and eat. You don't need to get drunk today, everything is prepared for you, hehe."

I looked at Hongmei with some doubt. Hongmei lowered her head shyly, like a little girl. Sister Zhou poured everyone a glass of red wine, raised her glass, and smiled, saying, "Come on, a toast to you all, and to our happiness!"

After drinking the wine, Sister Zhou tapped Hongmei's head with her finger and said, "Still blushing? I wasted my breath talking to you earlier. Say something!" Hongmei blushed deeply and whispered, "Ershun, we can...we can...we can continue...continue seeing each other.

" She then turned her head away shyly. My heart was filled with a mix of excitement, hesitation, uncertainty, and anticipation.

Sister Zhou laughed and said, "Ershun, you should be happy this time! I had to say so much! I feel

like a pimp!" Hongmei said shyly, "Oh, Sister Zhou, you're so annoying! I'm ignoring you." She then casually placed a piece of meat in my bowl. Sister Zhou burst into laughter again.

Humans are strange creatures. Once this was brought up, things actually became easier, and our conversation became much more natural. Sister Zhou was very talkative, expressing some of the more sensitive topics easily and naturally, allowing Sister Hongmei and me to gradually let go of our inhibitions and engage in the conversation.

Sister Zhou calmly said: "There's no right or wrong in people's desire and pursuit of sex. For example, in your past married life, I can say with certainty that your sex life was dull and disharmonious. If there were no external factors, it might have been alright. But once some external temptation arises, you'll find your past sex life pathetic and gain a completely new perspective."

Sister Hongmei retorted: "I don't think it's that serious. I've had orgasms before, though not often, but that doesn't mean we weren't harmonious. I don't deny that my ex-husband sometimes asked for oral sex or different positions during sex, but I always felt that was too vulgar, something only prostitutes would do, so of course I refused."

I somewhat disagree with Sister Zhou's point of view. Seriously, I think so too. My ex-wife and I had a very traditional sex life, and I didn't feel she was unhappy or unsatisfied. Sex is a matter between husband and wife; is it necessary to focus so much on sexual changes and satisfaction?

Sister Zhou shook her head and said, "I'm not saying you're wrong. Many women in the past never had sex and still had a lot of children. But don't forget, as the quality of life improves and women's social status rises, the desires suppressed deep within will slowly be stimulated. As I said, this requires external stimulation, such as the internet, pornographic DVDs sold by street vendors, etc., all of which can change women's views on sex. If couples don't communicate and coordinate in time, then, undeniably, in certain environments, infidelity is inevitable. These are only one aspect; people's desire for money, power, and status is also pursued through sex. In the process of acquiring these things, it's possible that their understanding of sex will change."

Hearing this theory from Sister Zhou, I honestly didn't know how to respond. It was the first time I'd discussed sex with someone, especially a woman, and I felt a bit lost.

Hongmei seemed thoughtfully confused. Sister Zhou continued: "It's precisely our traditional views that lead us to misconceptions about sex. Many couples lack passion, their sex life becomes dull, even abhorrent. Conversely, sex with a lover is full of passion, more indulgent, and more actively pursues sexual pleasure, resulting in more intense orgasms. This feeling can sometimes be irresistible. Hongmei, you are a typical example.

Ershun is different from you. I know about your love with Juanzi and don't doubt your love, but you and Juanzi were forced by circumstances. You lost Juanzi, whom you loved, but objectively speaking, you may not have lost Juanzi's love for you. Ershun, your relationship is a conflict between reality and ideal life. If you were wealthy, given your views on sex, I dare say that if there were any temptation, the chances of Juanzi cheating would still be very high. So, I advise you not to hold a grudge against Juanzi; you also have problems."

I was stunned. I hadn't thought about so many things, let alone how much they were related to sex. I wanted to argue, but I was speechless. Hongmei was equally speechless, but still said defiantly, "Sister Zhou, I don't think sex is that important. Love is the most important."

Sister Zhou said, "You're right that love is the most important, I agree. But I don't agree that sex isn't important. Love is the foundation of a couple's relationship, the foundation of mutual care and understanding. But sometimes, love, marriage, and sex are different. You think that if a marriage and family with love can't be satisfied sexually, will that love and marriage remain stable over time?

To put it simply, just last night, you two were screaming and shouting for an hour! I can say with certainty that you've never had such an orgasm before, don't you agree?"

Hongmei's face was flushed, and she gritted her teeth as if recalling something. My face was also flushed, but I had to admit that it was the most exciting and happiest orgasm I'd ever had. Although I was drunk and a little dizzy, the pleasure was something Juanzi and I had never experienced before.

Before we could speak, Sister Zhou laughed and said, "Don't deny it, there's no need to be shy, and there's no need to feel lewd. Sex should be done freely. For example, take the fight between Hongmei and Boss Liu's mistress. When you, Hongmei, called her a little bitch, a little slut, and said 'fuck her mother,' how did you feel?"

Hongmei blushed and said, puzzled, "Sister Zhou, that's just cursing when you're angry. I'm not the kind of person who says dirty things. As for how I felt? It was just to vent my anger."

Sister Zhou continued, "That's right. The harsher and more offensive the cursing, the more relieved and comfortable you feel. It's the same principle as sex. We're all grown up now. Let me be blunt: when men and women do that, the civilized term is 'love,' the scientific term is 'sexual intercourse,' the male genitalia are called the penis, and the female genitalia are called the vulva." Whether you're a commoner or an intellectual, have you ever heard them curse like this? "You little slut, I'll have sex with your mother, I'll have sex with your whole family with my penis!"

Hongmei and I couldn't help but laugh. No, we've never heard of that. What is this? I have to admit, Sister Zhou's analogy is truly convincing.

Hongmei laughed, puzzled, and said, "Sister Zhou, what does cursing have to do with sex? You're so funny, hehe." Sister Zhou looked at us and said, "It's simple. The dirtier the curses, the more cathartic they are for you, the more you can vent, the more you feel satisfied. It's the same with sex. Last night you were moaning so lewdly and obscenely, yelling things like 'slut,' 'cock,' and 'fuck me!' Don't you feel it's different from before? Don't you feel more excited and stimulated, and your physical reactions are stronger? Don't you feel your orgasms are more intense, more ecstatic, and unforgettable? Don't you feel like you weren't having sex, but fucking?"

The fact that these words came from the usually composed, dignified, and serious Zhou Jie stunned both Hongmei and me. I can't deny that when I heard those words, my penis got hard, and an inexplicable lust was ignited within me. Hongmei blushed, but I could see her body tremble slightly as she shyly said, "That sounds awful." Zhou Jie laughed, pointing at us and saying, "Don't pretend. You've already reacted to the word 'fucking,' hehe. Why don't you take your pants off now and prove it, hehe."

I never dreamed I would discuss the topic of fucking with Zhou Jie and Hongmei, let alone that Zhou Jie would be so direct. I didn't dare say a word.

Zhou Jie laughed and said, "Alright, Ershun, get ready. Hongmei and I are going to take a shower first, hehe. You can shower later. Let's go, Hongmei, hehe."

As I was clearing the dishes, for some reason, my hands trembled with excitement, my heart raced, and I almost dropped the bowls several times. Hearing the rushing water and the sounds of laughter from the two people in the bathroom, my penis was unusually hard, and I was filled with desire.

The door opened, and Hongmei, wrapped in a bath towel, quickly ran into the bedroom. Sister Zhou, also wrapped in a bath towel, walked slowly, saying, "It's your turn. The bath towel is in the bathroom cabinet." Then she came into the bedroom as well.

I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes, and turned on the shower. The warm water made me feel good, but my penis just wouldn't listen and remained hard, getting harder and harder with each wash, to the point of being painful, with thick fluid constantly seeping from my urethra.

I dried myself off, wrapped myself in the bath towel, and had to press down on my erection with my hand as I walked out of the bathroom. The bedroom door was open, and inside, Sister Zhou was drying Hongmei's hair, who was sitting in front of the dressing table. Without turning her head, she said, "Come in. What are you standing there like an idiot for? Come and help us eat your hair. You're so inconsiderate."

I blushed as I entered Sister Zhou's bedroom. It was very clean, with a large bed and a wardrobe. Soft lighting illuminated the two women, highlighting their mature and sexy aura. I stood awkwardly behind Sister Zhou, unsure what to do. Sister Zhou sat down next to Hongmei and said, "Help us dry our hair, hurry up, you idiot."

I grabbed the hairdryer and started drying Hongmei and Sister Zhou's hair in turn. The fragrant scent made my breathing quicken. Hongmei looked shy and adorable in the mirror, while Sister Zhou smiled silently. She casually nudged my bulging hair with her arm, and Sister Zhou burst into laughter. My face turned even redder.

After finally drying their hair, Hongmei, blushing, sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, her gentle eyes filled with longing as she looked at me. Sister Zhou smiled and bent down at the bedside table, seemingly to retrieve something. In that instant, I saw her large, white buttocks exposed; a dark shadow flashed by—it was Sister Zhou's thick pubic hair, a slightly parted vulva exuding a lewd aura. My Adam's apple bobbed, and my penis involuntarily twitched, almost spilling out of the towel. I quickly covered it with my hand.

Sister Zhou straightened up and took out two items, saying, "Hongmei, do you need medicine or a condom? We have these." Hongmei was too shy to look up, and I felt incredibly embarrassed too. Suddenly, Hongmei glared at Sister Zhou, pointing at her mischievously, and said, "Haha, how do you have these? Confess!"

Sister Zhou paused for a moment, then slowly turned around, sitting on the bed next to Hongmei with her legs spread open, revealing her private parts to me. Sister Zhou said frankly, "Er Shun, why don't you come up and hug Hongmei? Let me tell you about myself."

I climbed onto the bed, sat down next to Hongmei, and awkwardly put my arm around her shoulder. Hongmei trembled slightly, then gently leaned into my arms, her face flushed with a shy and adorable blush.

Sister Zhou pondered for a moment and said, "In your eyes, I must be a dignified, steady, and conservative woman, right? I am, that's for sure. Before my husband went abroad, I was that kind of person. Don't laugh at me, but two years ago when I found out my husband had another woman abroad, I was almost furious. I was listless all day, torturing myself with resentment and hating my husband's infidelity. Seeing his letters saying how much he loved me felt like an insult. I even considered divorce. Later, he wrote and called, advising me to find a lover, saying we both had sexual needs. Sigh!" At the time, I thought he was too despicable and hypocritical, and I cursed him repeatedly. But his flirtatious words on the phone really excited me. [First Post]

Once, I met a former classmate, who was also my first boyfriend. Perhaps out of revenge against my husband, or maybe due to physical needs, I slept with him. I orgasmed three times that time. Afterwards, I told my husband, intending to infuriate him. Unexpectedly, I received encouragement and sweet words in return. To my shame, a few days later, my daughter wrote me a letter. Hehe, that's what I told you all.

She introduced me to Canadian attitudes towards sex, telling me that her father's mistress was very nice, and that she also had a husband. Her husband knew about it and often invited them to dinner. She advised me to distinguish between sex and love. At first, I really didn't understand, but slowly I started dating and having sex with that person. Last year, he wanted to divorce his wife and marry me, but after I persuaded him, he broke it off. Seeing that I had a new understanding of sex and that my needs had increased, I ended up having a mistress again. Hehe, you find that unbelievable, right?

Zhou Jie's words left Hongmei and me speechless. How could this be? A daughter advising her mother to have a mistress, a husband encouraging his wife to have a mistress—it's really incomprehensible, yet we also feel a strange sense of agreement.

Zhou Jie stood up and said, "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. But I think you should use medication. It's not like you're messing around. For a one-night stand, you should wear a condom, hehe. I'm going out." After saying that, she swayed her big butt out of the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

I was no longer able to distinguish right from wrong; my lust was ignited. Excitedly, I pulled off the towel covering Hongmei's body, took her erect nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard. My hands roamed restlessly over her body, down her lower abdomen, under her thick pubic hair, pressing and gently kneading her clitoris.

Hongmei closed her eyes slightly, letting out seductive moans. With each touch, her body trembled, and her vaginal fluids seeped out, wetting my fingers.

I pressed down on Hongmei, kissing her passionately. My penis gently touched the entrance a few times, and Hongmei trembled as she opened her legs. I thrust my hips down with a "plop," my penis penetrating deeply into Hongmei's vagina, accompanied by a soft moan. This was different from last time; this time we were both awake, so there was a bit of nervousness. With each thrust, Hongmei made soft "mmm" sounds. I tried to be gentle; the tenderness of Hongmei beneath me made me reluctant to thrust too hard. My penis was enveloped in warmth, and her fluids had already reached my testicles.

The gentle intercourse and tender caresses made me feel so happy and warm. Hongmei's soft moans made me feel like I was floating on air. Then Sister Zhou came in, startling Hongmei and me so much that we both stopped what we were doing, unsure how to continue.

Sister Zhou had already pulled off her towel, her large breasts swaying as she climbed onto the bed and slapped my buttocks hard, saying, "Idiot, you forgot you're fucking! You're driving me crazy! Move! Fuck her hard! Hongmei, scream! Scream!" Encouraged by

the stimulation, I lifted my buttocks and thrust in hard, "plop, plop!" Hongmei's moans grew louder, and she opened her eyes, revealing a spark of desire.

Sister Zhou rubbed her large breasts against my back, excitedly saying, "Yes, that's it! Women need to be fucked hard! You're not talking about love now, you're fucking! Hongmei, scream! What is Ershun doing to you? Screaming will make you happier!" Hongmei gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with lust, and let out a low, lewd moan, "Mmm, Ershun, you're, you're, mmm, you're fucking my cunt, ah..." Her whole body trembled, her vagina contracted sharply, and her hands gripped my arms tightly. The orgasm made Hongmei's face flushed and contorted. Waves of trembling and spurts of semen sprayed onto my glans, and my hard penis continued to thrust. Hongmei lay limp, moaning weakly, writhing feebly. [First Release]

Sister Zhou slapped her buttocks excitedly and said, "Pull it out!" Reluctantly, I pulled out my hard, dripping penis. Unexpectedly, Sister Zhou swallowed it whole, sucking and licking it. If she hadn't been holding the base of my penis tightly, I would have ejaculated into her mouth.

After licking for a while, Sister Zhou lay on the bed, sticking out her big white buttocks, and moaned, "Come fuck Sister Zhou's cunt! Sister Zhou wants your big cock to fuck me! Come on!" Burning with lust, I thrust my penis into Sister Zhou's cunt, fucking her wildly. Sister Zhou screamed excitedly, "Ah, ah, so good! Big cock fucking, fucking my cunt feels so good! Ah, ah, Hongmei, finish eating my nipples, hurry, Ershun, don't stop! Ah, ah, fuck me! Ah, I'm not Sister Zhou! Ah, ah!" I'm a whore, ah, a slutty whore, fuck a whore, ah, ah, Ershun, curse me, ah, fuck your slutty bitch to death! My heart was pounding, my cock was pounding wildly, looking at the big white ass sticking up in front of me, my cock thrusting in and out of her cunt, Hongmei sucking on Zhou Jie's big tits under her, I could no longer control my emotions, and a scream came from the bottom of my heart: "I'll fuck your mother's cunt, ah, ah, fuck your slutty whore to death, ah, ah, I'm going to shoot inside your cunt, ah, ah."

As I ejaculated violently, Sister Zhou cried out "Oh my god!" and trembled all over, her vagina tightening. She let out a loud, lewd cry of orgasm, "Fuck your mother! I've fucked your cunt raw! Ah, ah, my cunt feels so good! Ah..."

(Chapter 6: Juanzi's

Treat) After the passion subsided, the three of us collapsed onto the large bed. Hongmei's face remained flushed as she softly asked, "Sister Zhou, is this promiscuity?" Sister Zhou, still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm, smiled and said, "You can say that, but you can't understand it that way. You don't have a husband, Ershun doesn't have a wife, and my husband agreed and supported us. Our sex and fucking didn't bother anyone. We were happy ourselves, and no one suffered because of my sex and fucking. Do you think this is promiscuity?"

Hongmei and I were speechless. Yes, Sister Zhou was right. We didn't bother anyone. The passion just now was so wonderful, and the orgasm was so intense

. My sister immediately said seriously, "Let me tell you two, when we're in bed, we're fucking, the more lewd the better. But after we get out of bed, you absolutely cannot be disrespectful in any way, especially Ershun. If you dare to utter a single swear word, Hongmei and I will rip your dick off, you hear me?"

I quickly replied, "Sister Zhou, Sister Hongmei, how could I dare? You will always be my most respected sisters." Sister Zhou and Hongmei both chuckled. Hongmei said proactively, "Sleep with your two sisters, silly boy."

Embracing my two sisters on either side, I quickly fell asleep, exhausted. When I woke up in the morning, Sister Zhou was gone. Sister Hongmei stretched in my arms and gently kissed me. I hugged Sister Hongmei and kissed her passionately, then kicked off the blanket. My dick was erect again.

Sister Zhou came in and slapped my butt, then pinched Hongmei... He patted my butt, tapped my penis a few times with his finger, and said, "Naughty little brother, you can't overindulge! Get up and eat, you two lazybones."

Hongmei and I got up, embarrassed, put on our clothes, washed up, and sat down with Sister Zhou for breakfast. The tension subsided, and everything became relaxed and natural. We talked about work, and remembering my brother's words, I said seriously, "Sisters, I think we should clarify the specific division of labor, responsibilities, rights, and obligations. What do you think?"

Hongmei thought seriously for a moment and said, "Ershun makes a good point. Let's do this: we're considered sensible now. When Sister Zhou took out her savings, I thought that if we succeeded, she would be considered an investor; if we failed, I would slowly pay her back. Ershun didn't invest, but you contributed the most without expecting anything in return, so you should also be considered an investor. Sister Zhou is an experienced accountant; you can tell me the specifics..." "I don't really understand either," said

Sister Zhou after a moment's thought. "This definitely needs to be resolved. I won't be polite today. Proportionally, Hongmei should own 70% of the shares, and I should own 30%. So, I'll give 10% to Ershun. Hongmei, how much do you think is appropriate?"

I quickly replied, "No, no, I never intended to take your shares. Really, I only wanted to help Sister Hongmei get the factory up and running. I wouldn't dare take any shares." Hongmei thought for a moment and said, "Let's not argue. This factory is the result of the three of us working together. Without any one of us, it wouldn't have succeeded. I've decided: I'll own 55%, Sister Zhou 25%, and Ershun 20%. I'll be the chairman, Ershun the general manager, and Sister Zhou the financial manager. We'll discuss the other personnel later. Ershun, don't argue, and don't treat this as..." "Don't treat this as charity from me and Sister Zhou, and certainly don't use it as leverage to sleep with us."

I blushed and said, "Sister Hongmei, I... I, Ershun, am not that kind of person. I don't want these shares." Sister Zhou gently stroked my hair and said, "Good boy, we know you're not that kind of person. We trust you. If you refuse, we'll really get angry."

Hongmei also felt that what she had said earlier was a bit too much, and said gently, "Ershun, I know your character. Otherwise, I wouldn't continue sleeping with you. Good brother, I was a bit too harsh. If you don't agree, I'll be sad."

I had no choice but to agree. Hongmei happily said, "Okay, that's best. After the New Year, I'll print out the agreement first, and we'll sign it to make it effective. After the New Year, the three of us really need to discuss the next steps. Will you spend the New Year with me or with Sister Zhou?" My face flushed again after I finished speaking.

Sister Zhou laughed and said, "I don't want to steal someone else's love. Why don't you two live together? Hehe." I blushed and said, "No, I'm planning to go back to my hometown. I haven't been back for three years. I want to see my parents-in-law. Although Juanzi and I are divorced, I can't forget the kindness of my parents-in-law. I'm sorry, Sister Hongmei."

Hongmei and Sister Zhou looked at me and nodded at the same time, saying, "Yes, well done. We didn't misjudge you." Sister Hongmei kissed me affectionately and said, "Sister Zhou, our profit this year is 4.3 million. After deducting the investment of 1.8 million, you should get 500,000 proportionally. I'll have Sister Zhou transfer it to your account later."

I quickly said, "How can I accept that? We need to expand next year, and there are many more places where we need money. I can't take it." Sister Zhou considered for a moment and said, "Ershun is right. Here, I'll give you 300,000 first. Don't delay any longer, sigh!"

To be honest, I'm not short of money. My wife's salary is higher than the profit margin of most small companies in China. She's always wanted me to leave too, but I really can't bear to leave here, I can't bear to leave Hongmei. I'll still leave in a couple of years. I won't touch my money for now; that should basically solve my problem.

I was so moved I almost cried. Sister Zhou has had the biggest influence on me, and I admire her the most. After saying goodbye to Hongmei and Sister Zhou, I called my brother to tell him I was going back to our hometown. My brother told me: "Ershun, don't make a fuss when you get back. Just say you're working for me. Be low-key. Remember to find out the housing prices in that shantytown area and call me. Say hello to your parents-in-law."

I'm back. It's been three years. I didn't want to face, didn't want to remember, my hometown. I'm back. When I left, I carried an empty bag, carrying the sorrow of my wife leaving and our home breaking apart. Today... I'm back, but why are my steps so heavy? Why do I feel no joy in returning home? Why are tears streaming down my face?

The city has more skyscrapers, but the low-rise house where I was born and raised still stands alone, motionless. The deep alley is still so dark and long. My home is right before me. Why are my hands trembling? Why is my heart so agitated? The rusty lock can no longer be opened with the old key.

I have to pick up a stone and, reluctantly, smash the lock open. My familiar home, I thought I had forgotten you, but now I understand that this is my eternal love, my eternal pain. Pushing open the dilapidated door, a musty smell hits me. The low ceiling is covered with cobwebs, and thick dust covers the memories of the past.

My tears fall silently.

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