Jun, I'll fuck your mother, I'll definitely be back.

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Chapter 1 A Tortured Desire

That year I was 23, young and handsome; that year she was 22, youthful and beautiful.

That year, for the sake of her frail and sickly parents, she chose to stay in this small city, prepared to give me up.

That year, for love, I abandoned the path my parents had paved for me in the big city and chose her.

That year, I was 24, impeccably dressed in a suit, grinning foolishly, holding up my bright red marriage certificate,
showing my happiness; that year, she was 23, her face radiant with smiles, dressed in pure white, nestled beside me, receiving
blessings from family and friends! I am Qiang, she is Yun.

From her parents' smiling faces, I saw relief. I took my wife's hand, bowed deeply, and
sincerely said, "Thank you, Mom and Dad."

From my parents' forced smiles, I saw disappointment and worry. I released my wife's hand, knelt on the ground, kowtowed
deeply, and said through tear-filled eyes, "Mom and Dad, I'm sorry. Your son will take good care of himself and
this !" On

our wedding night, I transformed into a primal beast, greedily ravaging my wife's fair and supple body. Afterwards, seeing
her shyness as a new wife, and the striking, vibrant bloom beneath her, I smiled happily.

Sex became an indispensable daily ritual for my wife and me. Under my diligent care, she
gradually transformed from a beautiful young girl into a mature and alluring woman. Whenever I saw the wolfish gazes of the men around us, I
felt immense pride.

Unfortunately, fate is cruel; happiness is fleeting, and disaster strikes suddenly. That year, I was 25, and my wife
was 24.

Upon hearing the news of my father-in-law's collapse, I had no time to react. I stumbled to the hospital, where I saw him
wearing an oxygen mask, his body riddled with tubes. My mother-in-law looked at me helplessly, her face clouded with worry. My
wife, amidst the chaos, looked up, tears streaming down her face.

I was the only man in this family; I had to be the pillar of support for these two frail women.

Fortunately, he was taken to the hospital in time. Twenty days later, I discharged my father-in-law, but he was unable to move or
speak, and even his once bright eyes had become hazy.

Looking at my wife, who was forcing a smile beside me, I held her hand tightly, "Don't worry, I'm here. Everything will be alright."

Caring for a patient is hard work, but it's a responsibility that children can't shirk. My wife and I both took
extended leave .

My wife's home, like ours, is small, a one-bedroom apartment with only enough space for a small single
bed . My father-in-law needed 24-hour care, so we had to divide the work: my mother-in-law was responsible during the day, and my wife and I each took
turns. My father-in-law needed to take a diuretic every other day, requiring him to urinate about every two hours,
so that day was mine. That day, I barely slept.

My wife often held my hand, "Honey, thank you. We're so glad you're here. My mother and I don't know how
to thank you enough!"

"No need, you are the best thanks!" I patted her beautiful face and smiled.

All the effort paid off. Under the family's meticulous care, my father-in-law first regained some ability in his hands, able to
perform simple movements. Then, his legs gradually regained sensation, and he could even
take a few steps around the house with the help of a walker. He wasn't always in a daze; sometimes he could think, but he still couldn't speak. The doctor said his
stroke had affected his language system, but these seemed minor now. As long as he was alive, there was hope, and the whole family
was immersed in immense joy.

That day, my wife and I returned home. As soon as we entered, I turned around and pressed my wife against the door.

I kissed her passionately; I had been holding back for too long. The conditions at her home simply couldn't provide a place for lovemaking,
and she couldn't leave. For the past two months, she had only managed to steal a few moments to give me oral sex in the bathroom. I
missed .

Before I could even take off my clothes, I lifted her skirt, slipped my hand inside her underwear, and said, "Wife, you're so wet
!" "I whispered teasingly in my wife's ear, pulling down her panties.

'Ugh~' she gasped, 'Let's go to bed, the neighbors will hear.' She reached out and gripped my rock-hard
, almost bursting penis, slowly stroking it.

'I can't wait, let's do it once first, then we'll do it in bed next time.' I brushed her hand away, making her bend over,
her hands bracing against the door, my smooth, round glans pressing against the source of pleasure that had entered and exited a thousand times.

'You scoundrel, once isn't enough~ Ah~ be gentle~' I thrust in hard, the impact pressing her entire body against
the door.

'Mmm~ Husband, don't~ don't move~ I'm out of strength~' Her body trembled slightly, her legs swaying
like a pendulum, her body sliding down, one of her high heels flipped over, leaving only her bare, delicate foot,
with only her slender toes clinging tightly to the shoe.

One thrust, only one thrust."

"Wife, you've been craving my cock, haven't you? You came so quickly?" I smugly enjoyed
the warm, moist embrace of her pussy during my orgasm.

"Go to bed~ go~ oh~ let go first~"

I pulled my wife's waist tighter, my cock inside her, and half-dragged, half-carried her onto the bed, pressing her against the edge, and
unleashing a storm of pleasure from behind.

"Mmm~ mmm~ be gentle~ fuck me to death~" my wife pleaded, overwhelmed by the onslaught.

"Slap~ slap~ slap~" came rhythmic thrusts.

"Is it~ good~?" I asked, enunciating each word clearly.

"So~ good~ so good~ so good~" my wife stammered.

"Do you like my cock fucking you?"

"I like it~ oh~ I like it~ I like my cock~" my wife's cries grew louder, her voice trembling with sobs.

"I'll fuck you to death, you little slut~ fuck~" I began to thrust wildly.

"Oh~ Oh~ It's happening again~ It's happening~" My wife clutched the sheets, bewildered.

"Ah~" I cried out, thrusting twice hard, pressing tightly against her clitoris, and ejaculated profusely.

After a day of passion, I held my wife, dreaming about the future, discussing going out for
a trip once my father-in-law felt better. Just as we were discussing where to go, my wife's phone rang.

"Daughter, daughter, your dad~ your dad committed suicide~" I could feel my mother-in-law's terror
and helplessness .

My wife was stunned, the phone slipping from her hand.

I grabbed the phone, "Mom, don't panic, call 120 first to see if there's any hope. I'm coming right away."

No one expected that my father-in-law, who struggled to move even slightly, would have this ability. My mother-in-law only went downstairs to buy some things,
and he took medication—a sleeping pill specially prescribed by a doctor we knew at a mental hospital. It was very strong, but thankfully
, he was rescued in time and is not seriously injured. We all understood that my father-in-law's gradually regaining consciousness told him that he could no longer be a burden to
everyone .

After such a serious incident, all we could do was keep a close watch on him. Fortunately, he didn't
need as much care as when he first came back; as long as someone was watching him at all times, it would be fine.

My wife and I discussed it. I work for a private company, earns a good salary, and am highly valued at the company.
My boss has already made several subtle calls, so I'll go back to work first and come to visit when I have free time.

My wife works for a state-owned enterprise, and her workplace is very close to my parents-in-law's house, only a few minutes' bike ride away. So, she gave her boss
a generous gift and applied for a less demanding department, demoting herself to a regular clerk position. The advantage is that as long as she completes her work,
her hours are flexible. Although she earns much less than before, at least she can balance both jobs.

Unexpectedly, things went from bad to worse. My mother-in-law, thinking this was the worst thing that happened, developed depression. She constantly blamed herself for not
taking good care of my father-in-law, and would cry all the time.

No amount of comforting her could help. Suddenly, my wife had to take care of two people. There was no way around it; that's the downside of being an only child—no one to lend a hand. My wife had to stay there permanently,
and we were back to how we were when we were dating. She lived with her parents, while I was alone in our house. We
basically had no private space, only able to sneak in oral sex occasionally.

My wife always felt she owed me a lot, so she had me watch some oral sex videos to learn. Over time, she became
quite skilled, but her wet, slippery pussy rarely had a chance to be touched.

Being alone is lonely, especially after experiencing that kind of daily revelry. Besides expressing her
guilt, my wife often complained that she really wanted it, especially during oral sex, her pussy would itch unbearably, and
she would think about my big cock at night and secretly masturbate.

"Do you miss your husband's big cock?" I asked her with a smile.

"Hmm~" My wife adorably rested her chin on her hand, "I've thought about all sorts of things, not just my husband's." I
was taken aback , then realized, watching too many pornographic videos makes you like this. Haven't I imagined other women too?

I could only smile at this. What could I say? It wasn't my fault, and I couldn't change it.

The following year, God saw my loneliness and gave me a gift: a two- or three-month-old puppy
that couldn't find its way home. That morning, I heard it barking inside the building when I opened the door. Feeling sorry for it, I prepared food
and water for it. Unexpectedly, when I came home from work, it wriggled its little bottom and followed me in.

"Little guy, do you think I'm lonely too? Let's name you Laifu. I hope your arrival will bring good fortune."
The little thing barked twice in its sweet, childish voice, staring at me with its round eyes. From then on, I had a tail.

The third year, through my own efforts, I was promoted to vice president of the company. Work suddenly became much busier, and I had much less time to visit my
in-laws . My wife had some complaints about this.

"Honey, I'm doing this for the good of the family. Once I earn more money, we can buy a bigger house and bring Mom and Dad to
live with us. Then we can be together again, right?" I comforted her.

"You're so kind, but I don't know how long that will take. Honey, I want it so badly,
my pussy to fuck me every day like before," my wife whispered in my ear.

Her words aroused my lust. Seeing that my mother-in-law wasn't around after she went downstairs to buy groceries, I grabbed my wife and, without a second thought,
went into the bathroom and fucked her hard.

My wife actually had four orgasms, something that had never happened before. Looking at my wife, weak and limp, I felt satisfied,
not because I was relieved, but because I had made her happy.

My in-laws' living room is open-plan. Although there's a small bed, I couldn't have sex with my wife there,
since my father-in-law's bed was nearby—it was a matter of respect for the elderly.

We didn't hide it from my father-in-law when we were doing it in the bathroom. My wife even moaned softly. We thought
he was no different from a fool; he just wouldn't understand what we were doing. But
when I returned to the room, I noticed my father-in-law glanced at me. I felt that glance contained so much –
guilt , relief, and acceptance. Was my father-in-law really stupid? I couldn't help but doubt this common perception.

My wife's job had remained the same for the past few years. She often told me she had a new boss named Jun, a 22-year-old
college graduate. Knowing her family's difficulties, he took good care of her and frequently visited my father-in-law, always
bringing large gifts. He was very considerate, and my mother-in-law liked him very much, always buying groceries for him to eat.

"Thank him properly later," I told my wife. I don't like owing too many favors; I can't repay them.

"Yeah, I know," my wife replied absentmindedly. "

Don't just talk the talk; pay attention. After all, he's a boss, and we need his help."

"If not talk the talk, then walk the walk?" "You're willing?" my wife teased, poking my head.

"Sure, if you're willing, let him fuck you. Let's see if his dick is bigger or mine." I glanced at
my wife and smiled.

"Tch, his dick is bigger, bigger than yours. He'll fuck your wife to death, hehehehe." My wife laughed
so round eyes narrowed into slits.

"Keep bragging, silly girl. My dick is the best in the world." I smiled and ruffled my wife's hair, but I didn't notice the lingering reminiscence in her
eyes .

Six years passed like this. During those six years, my mother-in-law's illness fluctuated, and my father-in-law could speak some simple
sentences , but most of the time he couldn't express his true meaning.

Sometimes, when my mother-in-law is in a good mood, my wife comes home to be with me. Each time, she makes endless demands, and her oral skills
have improved. Before, she could only swallow two-thirds of my penis, but now
she can swallow the whole thing, sucking and licking, quickly making me ejaculate. She's even learned to swallow semen. Watching her pink little tongue, licking her lips,
excites me so much I want to ejaculate a second time.

During this time, we also explored anal sex, something I'd always looked forward to. That day, I tried making this
request, which I myself thought was excessive, but to my surprise, my wife agreed and even cleaned it carefully. My wife didn't
cry or scream as I'd imagined. With ample lubrication, it went in easily. That time, I felt like I was flying
to heaven. As the saying goes, "Three flat ones are not as good as one round one," and I finally tasted the sweetness of a round one. My wife's reaction was so-so; occasionally she'd
say, "It hurts~ be gentle~," but her vagina was overflowing with desire like a flood.

Afterwards, I joked that she'd become a "slut."

"Fine, then I'll behave myself from now on. If I want to do it, I'll just fuck you from the front, I won't give you any oral sex." I
quickly bowed and begged for mercy.

My wife also liked Laifu, but Laifu was indifferent to her. Laifu was only affectionate with me, following
me everywhere , which gave me a sense of superiority over my wife.

Everything was developing in a positive direction; I felt I was getting closer and closer to the light. But then the light flashed
and vanished . God played tricks on us again. I wanted to ask Him, "Are you fucking bored?"

That weekend, I was working overtime when my mother-in-law suddenly called. "Qiang, your dad's breathing is really bad. Come home quickly,
make sure nothing's wrong. I'm a little worried." "

Okay, okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll be right there. Isn't Yun off work today? Isn't she home?"

"I... I called her, she... she'll be back soon." My mother-in-law seemed unsure how to answer the
question. I assumed she wasn't thinking much of it because of her father, so I didn't think much of it.

"Okay, I understand, I'll be there in a bit."

When I arrived, my father-in-law had already taken his medication and was gradually recovering.

"Where did Yun go? Did she go grocery shopping?" I didn't see Yun.

"She went out with a colleague, she'll be back soon." I noticed my mother-in-law's gaze was evasive when she spoke to me;
I sensed something was wrong.

My mother-in-law had been doing well lately, so Yun usually came home on weekends. But she said she had to take care of my
parents-in-law today and wouldn't be coming back, and now she wasn't home, but out with a colleague. Yun lied to me! Could it be that Yun
wanted to relax and was afraid I'd be angry that she didn't spend time with me, so she lied to me? Besides, my mother-in-law knew she
went out , so it shouldn't be anything serious. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Which colleague?" "I asked out of curiosity. I usually don't interfere in my wife's affairs. I'm her
first love , and there's a lot going on at home, so she doesn't have the freedom to do whatever she wants. Besides, her mother is watching over her, so
I inexplicably trust her.

"It's just... it's just... Jun said he was going to play ball." "

Play ball? Yun told me she was going to stay home to take care of you two today?" Her face and tone were equally cold.
I felt that things might be far more complicated than I imagined. I had naively thought that Yun was just shopping with her best friend.

If I hadn't asked that extra question just now, wouldn't this matter have just passed by? Now I'm both
relieved and scared. I'm relieved to know the truth, but I'm also scared that I can't accept the reality.

"Qiang, you sit down first, I'll go buy groceries." My mother-in-law seemed afraid that I would ask something else, and she didn't even dare to look at me before
hurrying away.

My mother-in-law's departure made me even more uneasy. She was clearly avoiding me. She definitely knew something, but she's
an elder, and I couldn't press her for answers. Besides, she's ill; what if she had a relapse? If Yun really had something going on outside
, that would be fine, but what if she didn't? How would I explain if she got sick from anger? If Yun really had something going on? Wouldn't I go crazy? Damn it,
what should I do? Asking Yun definitely wouldn't get me a real answer, so should this just be the end of it? But
what kind of answer did I want?

The usually quick-witted me was now completely at a loss.

Fate really plays tricks on people. Just when I thought this was the end of it, things took an unexpected turn.

"Qiang—" It was my father-in-law's weak voice.

When I looked at him, my heart skipped a beat. My father-in-law was crying.

My father-in-law was crying again, damn it, my father-in-law was crying again! Why? My father-in-law rarely showed any expression;
everyone thought he was a fool. Why, why was my father-in-law crying? Looking at my father-in-law silently weeping, my
heart ached.

"Qiang~ Xun~ Xun~" I only understood my own name, because my father-in-law had a speech impediment; he couldn't
say many things, and even the words he could say weren't always clear. But he could recognize the names of several family members.

"Dad, what did you say? Xun~ What Xun~"

My father-in-law's tears flowed even more, as if he hated himself for not being able to speak clearly.

"Xun~ Juan~"

"Xun~ Juan~ Juan~ Jun~" I tried to speak in the way my father-in-law spoke.

"Jun~ Is it Jun~ Dad?" I felt my words trembling; the simple word "Jun"
seemed to be forced out of my lungs.

My father-in-law nodded with difficulty.

"What's wrong with Jun?" At that moment, I felt like a condemned prisoner awaiting final judgment.

"Qiang~ Yun~" My father-in-law said my wife's and my names, raising his hand with difficulty and pointing. I looked
in ; it was the toilet.

I suddenly remembered the meaningful look in my father-in-law's eyes after the first time Yun and I made love in the toilet! So
my father-in-law wasn't stupid after all; he knew everything, he just couldn't express it. What did he mean by bringing this up now?

"Juan~ Yun~" Her hand still pointed to the toilet!

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My nose was suffocating, and I was gasping for breath.

This was the truth. I learned the truth from someone everyone thought was stupid.

I stared at the toilet, hesitant to move forward. The narrow door felt like the gaping maw of a demon, ready to swallow me whole, tear
me to shreds.

The dark green door seemed to mock me.

At that moment, I panicked. I was no longer the confident executive; I was afraid, helpless like a
child.

Suddenly, I noticed the security camera above the front door. I'd installed it because I was worried about my wife being away and not being able to take care of things
at home Maybe I could find something out.

My hands trembled as I turned on my laptop and checked the videos from the last few days. Because it was only for taking care of my elderly parents
, I hadn't installed anything too advanced; it only stored three days' worth of video, and there was no sound.

I silently scrolled through the pages, moving the mouse, accidentally clicking the wrong spot several times out of nervousness.

I'd been looking at it for over two days now, and it seemed normal. I didn't know whether to feel disappointed or relieved.

Suddenly, I saw my wife. She must have just come home from work. Standing next to her was that man—
very tall, a head taller than me, and very handsome, truly handsome. Even though I hated him, I had to
admit it.

He politely greeted my mother-in-law, who responded with a smile, skillfully accepting
the gift from Jun without any polite refusal, as if receiving a gift from a relative. Clearly, this wasn't the first time this had happened
.

My wife was also smiling, looking at Jun—a look that used to belong only to me.

Jun came in and changed into my slippers. I felt so pathetic. This young man had used my wife and even
my slippers. I felt deeply humiliated, as if my body and soul had been trampled on.

The rest of the time was just talking and eating; I quickly scrolled through the video.

My mother-in-law left. I checked the time: 7:23 PM.

Before my father-in-law got sick, my mother-in-law loved to dance in the square; now she only goes occasionally. But today's situation was completely
unnecessary. Jun hadn't left yet.

I saw my mother-in-law whisper something to my wife as she left, then she looked at Jun. My wife's face was practically
bleeding . What was going on? I couldn't know what my mother-in-law said, but this was clearly to
make room for them. Why was my mother-in-law treating me like this? What had I done to wrong this family? How much of
my own happiness had I given up for them?

My heart was clenching, and a surge of anger swirled in my chest.

As soon as my mother-in-law left, Jun came over and hugged my wife. They were in a position where my father-in-law, lying there, couldn't see them
.

The two were kissing, passionately and intensely, lingering for a full five minutes. When they separated, I could
see the wife's face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps, while Jun's hand disappeared into her chest.

The wife tried to push Jun away, but her movements were weak and powerless. Jun's hand moved inside her clothes, changing shape. I knew my wife;
her breasts were one of her erogenous zones, and once they were breached, it was like a complete defeat.

Sure enough, Jun didn't exert much effort, and the wife collapsed into his arms, her two thighs, encased in flesh-colored stockings
, rubbing and twisting restlessly. Jun whispered something in her ear, and she shook her head. Jun's other hand reached down,
lifting the hem of her short skirt and disappearing between her legs.

The wife trembled and writhed all over, collapsing onto Jun like a rag doll, letting him do as he pleased.

Jun withdrew his hand, two glistening fingers glistening with moisture. He twisted them, drawing out a ray of light, which also shattered my
heart.

Jun held out his hand to his wife, leering and saying something. His wife stood on tiptoe to grab his hand, but Jun instead put his fingers to
her lips, smearing them with his own. The shine on his hand gradually disappeared, leaving his wife's lips glistening. His wife's gaze towards
Jun became hazy, just like it had been towards me before. Two fingers disappeared, vanished into his wife's mouth,
then reappeared, disappeared again, and reappeared again, in a never-ending cycle. The fingers glistened again.

When the fingers were finally withdrawn, his wife seemed unsatisfied, her rosy lips parting as if trying to reach for
them again. Jun laughed, muttering something. His wife lightly slapped him, as if gently stroking him. Jun unzipped his pants,
pulled out his wicked penis, patted his wife's shoulder, and she obediently squatted down in front of the monstrous thing, looking at it,
her tongue lightly licking her lips, her heart filled with desire.

Her slender fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, gently grasped and slowly stroked the foreskin. With each stroke, the foreskin no longer
concealed the large glans, revealing a glistening substance at the urethral opening. The wife

extended her small tongue to meet it. Her tongue teased and flicked the urethral opening, and Jun felt as if he had swallowed a ginseng fruit. He thrust forward slightly. The wife
squinted at Jun, opened her small mouth, and enveloped him. The glans disappeared, and a small section of the shaft vanished.
One side of her cheek swelled up, round and rippled, slowly spreading and then contracting. After
several repetitions , her cheek returned to normal, but two-thirds of the shaft had disappeared, leaving only a small section exposed.

My wife's cheeks twitched, her red lips tightly gripping the shaft. Her head slowly pulled back, revealing the shaft gradually, so
slowly I thought time had frozen. One centimeter, two centimeters… until the glans was visible,
her red lips lingered on the coronal sulcus, her cheeks tightening and relaxing…

The glans was forcefully released, and I could almost hear the "pop" sound as it left her lips.

Her small tongue circled the glans, licking the coronal sulcus cleanly. Her slender hand raised the penis, her small tongue slowly
licking bottom, occasionally sucking on the testicles. The entire shaft glistened with a lewd sheen.

The glans, the shaft, was swallowed again, the first action replaying itself, only this time the
remaining portion was shorter. With each swallow and release, my wife adjusted her position, less and less of the shaft remaining
. Finally, her red lips pressed against the dark tuft of pubic hair—deep throat! This was deep throat! Jun's thing is even bigger than mine, isn't my wife
uncomfortable? Where did that long thing finally stop? In the throat or the esophagus?

My wife seemed to be taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent there, the scent of a man, the scent of masculinity.

Her eyes were closed, her expression one of blissful intoxication.

Jun held my wife's head, quietly enjoying himself; I wonder if he even realized this was my wife.

His penis was pulled out, drool dripping onto the floor, glistening. Jun pulled my wife up, frantically trying
to pull off her pantyhose. My wife grabbed his mischievous hand, shook her head, and led him into the bathroom.

I saw two shadows merge on the floor, the longer one on top of the shorter one, rising and falling, and my heart
sank to the bottom.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jun emerged, his face flushed with the satisfaction of unleashed desire. He was shoving his limp penis
into his pants. Behind him stood his wife, her long hair, piled high on her head, now disheveled
. Her face was flushed, fine beads of sweat dotting her forehead and temples. She held a black lace bra in her hand, her full, tender breasts
heaving beneath her shirt, the two erect nipples seemingly about to burst forth in excitement. Her short skirt was rolled up in a thick line around her slender waist,
her snow-white buttocks exposed. One foot was bare, the other wearing stockings, black lace panties, and
the half-pulled stocking tucked into her thigh.

I turned off the video. I didn't know what I was thinking, or what I should be thinking. I felt like a soulless
shell.

"Strong~ Strong~" A voice pulled me back to reality.

My father-in-law was crying, crying incessantly, silently.

He struggled to grab my hand, and I seized it. What a hand it was—skin and bones, yet
incredibly warm.

"Dad… Waaah…" I collapsed to my knees by the bedside, tears streaming down my face.

Resentment, anger, confusion, helplessness, fear… I didn't know what I was feeling. I
cried out , venting my emotions, then everything went black, and I fainted.

When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed. I didn't know how long I'd been unconscious, only that I was alive. But
why was still alive? Hadn't I endured enough humiliation? How much more torture did God want to inflict upon me?

"Husband… Waaah… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… Forgive me… I'll be your slave for the rest of my life!"

I looked at her tear-streaked face by the bedside, still so beautiful and captivating. She was once the fairy of my dreams,
the darling of my heart, but now she seemed so unfamiliar. At this moment, I felt neither love nor hate for her; it was all a dream.

"We've been in love for four years, married for seven. I've never done anything to betray you, and I've been good to your family.
For these eleven years, I have a clear conscience. I don't hate you, although I desperately want to know why all this happened, why
you were so cruel to me, but you certainly won't tell me. So, I'm asking you for one thing now."

"Husband, what is it? Tell me, I'll agree to anything," my wife said, a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"Get out!" I said calmly and resolutely.

That year, I was 31, Yun was 30, and Jun was 26.

That year, the marriage certificate in my hand turned green.

That year, I stood in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, looking at Jun, who was hiding far away, too afraid to approach. I swore, "Jun,
I'll fuck your mother's ass! The day I return will be the day of my glorious revenge!" That year

, I left this small town with Laifu. Apart from a cold heart and an equally lonely dog, I
had nothing .

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