The years I spent working hard with my wife in Shenzhen (06)

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Chapter Six

In a state of emotional turmoil and agitation, I subconsciously pressed the call button, but didn't put the phone to my ear. It wasn't until Jon on the other end said "Hello" several times that I reacted, responding with a hoarse voice.

"What is it?"

"Are you free? Let's meet up, I want to talk." I could tell Jon was also clearly in a bad mood.

"No, I'm not free right now, I want to be alone for a while," I replied gloomily.

"Heh, then we're a perfect match. I broke up with Asu, and there are some things I think you should know, about your wife." Jon's tone was somewhat sarcastic, making me very uncomfortable.
I opened my mouth to refuse outright. I'd always felt this girl was a bit neurotic and abnormal, but considering the hidden clues and speculations I'd just discovered about my wife, I felt a desire to investigate. So I remained silent for a moment and arranged to meet Jon at a nearby coffee shop.

After hanging up the phone, I finally felt a bit better from my earlier dejection. The negative associations I had with my wife left me feeling very confused, but I had no way to vent. After all, an opened box of condoms wasn't much evidence; it was like a fishbone stuck in my throat—the sudden pain was unbearable, leaving me helpless. I went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on my face, my mind racing through clues about my wife, but I couldn't come up with anything. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that my wife and I had always maintained a certain distance in our lives. For the past year, I had been focused on building my career and climbing the ladder of success, even becoming somewhat distant from her. Without realizing it, I had become unable to understand my wife's emotions and mindset.

My wife graduated a year earlier than me, with excellent grades and outstanding abilities. Her salary and position had always been higher than mine. Due to the nature of her work, her network and social circle were also more upscale than mine. It was fair to say that her life included many men who were more successful and wealthier than me. I suddenly realized that our lifestyles were no longer on the same level. Perhaps these factors led my wife to have thoughts of infidelity, and when I neglected her feelings, these thoughts gradually propelled her to take the step of betrayal. After all, she had already betrayed me before marriage, so perhaps this change of mindset wasn't so difficult for her.
Lost in thought, I left the house with a heavy heart. The moment I closed the door, a premonition surged within me: perhaps what Joe was going to tell me tonight would reveal a different side of my wife, a different Xiaoqing.

I took a taxi to the coffee shop I'd arranged to meet Joe at. I'd been there before with Asu and the others; it had a quiet atmosphere, always playing soft, soothing jazz music, creating a somewhat ambiguous ambiance. Asu had even joked that it was a good place for clandestine rendezvous. The coffee shop wasn't crowded. I found a booth in a corner, ordered a black coffee, and the slightly bitter taste, like my current state of mind, now felt completely numb.

Before I'd even finished my coffee, Joan swayed and wobbled over to me. Her outfit today was a far cry from the fresh, clean look she had with Asu; it was a slightly punk-inspired, glamorous ensemble. Her hair was dyed a bright pink, giving her a striking appearance. She wore a tight white tank top, still revealing a large expanse of her white breasts, and a studded black jacket that accentuated her bust. This woman always knew how to highlight her figure. She wore a short leather skirt, paired with fishnet stockings and platform heels, giving her a somewhat wild look.

Joan casually tossed her handbag aside and sat down, ordering a black coffee like me. She gave me a strange look that made me uncomfortable.

I coughed awkwardly and asked, "How did you and Asu break up?"

Joean glanced at me and said casually, "We were just playing around. We got tired of each other, so it's normal to break up. Even though I dumped him, I'm super upset. Do you know why?" I shook my head expressionlessly

. To be honest, in my current mood, I really wasn't interested in her and Asu's little drama. Asu's personality—playing around with women, breaking up, and finding the next one—is nothing special. I don't feel sorry for them at all. It would be strange if this kind of attitude towards life lasted.

Joean stared straight at me, tapping her fingers on the table, and sneered, "Because I think Asu is a lunatic. A twisted mentality isn't a big deal these days, but his attitude makes me feel ignored. Come on, if you're going to play the emotional game, at least be a little more professional. In his eyes, I'm not myself at all. He's been subtly trying to make me play someone else. Sorry, I don't find that fun."

I listened impatiently to the woman's rambling, put down my cup, and said, "What did you call me here to say? Not to listen to your complaints, right? We're not that close yet. What do you know about my wife?"

Jon's smirk deepened as she drawled, "Oh, what's the rush? This is the important part. You know what? What I can't accept the most is that even when he's sleeping with me, that bastard Asu is still fantasizing about other people. He's really perverted in that regard, and he doesn't even try to hide it. Do you know who he's thinking about when he's with me?"

Seeing Jon's mocking gaze, my expression turned sour. I ignored her question. This woman's neurotic personality clearly showed that she was venting her humiliation at Asu's hands on me. Let her say what she wants; arguing with her would only make things worse.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Jon continued his rambling: "Heh, so you know, huh? That's right, it's your wife. That bastard Asu has a pathological obsession with your brother's wife. He even bought me several outfits, the style completely tailored to your wife's preferences, and he even demanded I pose in specific positions for him. He claims he actually slept with your wife before."

I coldly watched Jon's audacity and calmly said, "Are you done? This mess doesn't seem to concern you anymore. How we handle it is between Asu and me. You were just used and discarded by Asu." "To put it bluntly, you're just a substitute. If you're only trying to mock me to vent your frustrations, then I think I can leave now. I won't see you."

I said, getting up to leave, but Joan grabbed my sleeve, still giving me that mocking look, and laughed, "So easily provoked? I haven't even gotten to the exciting part yet. Sit down and let's talk slowly. You probably already know what I just said, but there's more to come."

I didn't want to get entangled with this woman, but I still hoped to get some information about my wife from her, so I patiently sat down again and said, "You'd better tell me something useful. I don't want to waste my time on you."

Joan slowly sipped her coffee and said, "You know, Asu is a bit of a psychopath. Every time I play your wife and have sex with him as he asks, he gets really voluminous. I think he knows far more about your wife than you, her husband, do. He tells me stories from time to time, and all the heroines in these stories are your wife. I wonder if you're interested in these stories?"
Undeniably, Joan was a woman who knew how to stir up trouble and spread rumors. My mood darkened further because of her words, and I said to her bluntly, "Stop talking nonsense."

For the next hour, Joan told me a story Asu had told her, a story that, looking back now, can be said to be the beginning of a change in my outlook on life.

The incident occurred in the second year my wife started working, which was also the year we got engaged. Besides that, many things happened that year: my father passed away, Asu failed to find a job and left Shanghai, and my wife also faced the risk of unemployment. It was arguably our most difficult year, and the cause of the incident was precisely the dire situation my wife and I were facing at the time.

Asu and I had just officially graduated, and while I was preparing for employment, I received news that my father was critically ill. I rushed back to my hometown to be with him in his final days, and stayed until after the funeral. I was away from Shanghai for about a month and a half. That period was a particularly turbulent time for me, and I didn't pay much attention to my wife's situation. I only knew that she had faced the crisis of unemployment, but later, I heard that her family used some connections to keep her job, and she subsequently rose through the ranks, gaining the boss's appreciation, and so on.

However, the actual situation was completely different from what I knew.

My wife's company was undergoing a financial restructuring at the time. The change in the profit structure caused turmoil throughout the entire East China region, and the wave of layoffs created widespread anxiety. New employees like my wife, who didn't belong to any faction, were most likely to be on the layoff list. My wife had a good relationship with a girl named Siya in the human resources department, and it was through Siya that she learned in advance that Siya was also on the layoff list. As

the layoff crisis drew closer, my wife became anxious. When I wasn't around, Asu, whom she had a brief affair with, became her confidant and source of support. After learning about my wife's distress, Asu decided to find a way to help her out of her predicament.

It must be said that Asu does indeed have some talent and connections when it comes to underhanded methods. He first had his wife arrange a meeting between him and Siya, leaving a good impression on her. He claimed to be the heir to a family business from Guangdong, using his wealthy upbringing to hook up with Siya, a typical gold digger. During this time, Asu went to great lengths to portray himself as a rich young master, maintaining an ambiguous relationship with Siya without actively pursuing her. In order to get close to Asu, Siya also did his wife a favor, pushing the deadline for the layoffs in her department to the last minute.

Time is precious, and Asu's ability to control the situation was remarkable. In less than a month, he had Siya completely under his control. Not only did he seduce her, but he also extracted a lot of inside information from her. One very important piece of information was that the president of their company's East China region was one of the key figures behind this deal, and he also held the power of life and death over the employees in the Shanghai division.

After learning the news, the wife finally felt a little more at ease. She had some dealings with this East China regional president named Yan Hua, and with this clear goal in mind, all that remained was to win his favor and approval. She considered herself quite capable at work, and winning over the boss was never a difficult task for a woman, especially a beautiful one like herself.
To leave a deeper impression on Yan Hua, she changed her usual conservative attire, deliberately choosing clothes that highlighted her mature charm, maintaining elegance while adding a touch of sexiness and allure. At work, she sought every opportunity to meet Yan Hua, from nodding and greeting each other to a few casual words in the elevator. Finally, after some time, she waited for Yan Hua's car to stop by the roadside after work.
The wife's original intention was to establish a flirtatious relationship with Yan Hua, making her department head hesitant to act against her and thus preserving her job. However, facing a shrewd businessman like Yan Hua, her idea seemed rather naive and laughable. After getting into the car, Yan Hua ruthlessly exposed his wife's carefully crafted scheme and directly and blatantly threatened and bribed her: keeping her job wasn't difficult; she could have a relationship with him, and after sleeping with him, she could climb to a higher position. She had two choices: either a smooth and successful future or being kicked out of the industry.

The car stopped in front of the Hilton Hotel. The wife struggled, but ultimately yielded and went into the hotel with Yan Hua.

Asu received a text message from his wife, learning that things were settled. He then arranged to meet Siya and had a good time with her. After satisfying himself with this woman who didn't fit his aesthetic standards, he casually made an excuse to break up with her. After dealing with Siya's entanglement, Asu received another call from his wife, asking him to go for drinks.

At a roadside food stall we frequented, my wife drank heavily and, in her drunken state, recounted what had happened with Yan Hua.

After entering the hotel room, Yan Hua told his wife, "Only if you satisfy me today will you have a future. This world is fair; if you want something, you have to pay the price."
My wife didn't hesitate. Her stubborn nature meant that once she made a decision, she wouldn't look back. Without any hesitation, she took off all her clothes, presenting herself naked before Yan Hua. Long legs, a slender waist, and curvaceous figures—at that time, my wife was still somewhat naive; her snow-white body exuded youthful vitality, an allure that was incredibly tempting to a man like Yan Hua, over 40.

Yan Hua admired his wife's naked body with satisfaction, stroking her pert buttocks and saying, "Not bad. I'm missing a capable 'vase' by my side. You have ambition and methods, but the key is whether you can satisfy me in every way. First, serve me a bath."

His wife walked into the bathroom without a word, bent down in front of the bathtub, and turned on the faucet. Her round buttocks remained slightly raised, allowing Yan Hua, leaning against the doorway, a clear view.

Yan Hua smiled, took off his clothes, and came to his wife, slapping her buttocks hard. The finger mark was clearly visible on her snow-white flesh. He pulled his wife up, saying, "Come on, before you wash, help me clean down there with your mouth."

His wife glanced at the man's bulging belly and thick, dark penis, then obediently bent down, not squatting, but kneeling on the ground, tilting her head back and gently taking Yan Hua's limp penis into her mouth. The wife didn't have much experience with oral sex, but she understood the basic stimulation. She first took the entire penis into her mouth and swallowed it, then occasionally stuck out her tongue to lick the glans, while gently rubbing the testicles with her hands. Gradually, she felt the man's penis harden in her mouth, so she grasped the base of his penis and began to swallow and spit it out vigorously.

Yan Hua squinted his eyes, enjoying his wife's enthusiastic service. He held her head with both hands, his lower abdomen moving slightly to allow his penis to penetrate deeper into her mouth. His wife frowned slightly, trying to adapt to the depth of Yan Hua's penetration, suppressing her gag reflex. Gradually, it became Yan Hua holding his wife's head and thrusting in and out of her mouth, the movements becoming more and more intense. Just when his wife couldn't suppress her gag any longer, Yan Hua suddenly pulled out his penis, and his wife made a "pop" sound. Then, thick semen spurted onto his wife's cheeks in spurts.

The wife didn't dodge, closing her eyes and letting the man ejaculate on her face and nose. Her mouth remained open, her tongue slightly protruding, and several streams of semen fell into her mouth.

Yan Hua let out a comfortable groan, his hand gripping his thick penis and rubbing it against his wife's cheek. It was clear he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of a woman submitting to him. His wife, having grasped this psychology, knelt on the ground to give him oral sex, even letting him ejaculate on her face without flinching, all to satisfy Yan Hua's desires.

After Yan Hua finished ejaculating, his wife took his penis into her mouth, meticulously cleaning it with her tongue.

Seeing his wife's performance, Yan Hua patted her head with satisfaction and said, "Not bad. Do you often give your boyfriend oral sex?"

His wife shook her head and said, "No, I've never given him oral sex."

"Haha, so that's considered a special service for me?" Yan Hua said with a smile, "Go take a shower, and then help me scrub my back." He then stepped into the bathtub.

The wife, as instructed, went to the dressing table to clean the semen from her face. Water streamed down her cheeks, making her look somewhat tearful. She looked up at her unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, the water droplets on her cheeks seeming like silent tears.

After cleaning her face, the wife went to the bathtub and, like a humble maid from ancient times, served Yan Hua a bath. She lathered the shower gel in her hands and carefully and evenly applied it to the man's slightly overweight body. Throughout this process, she suppressed the nausea churning in her stomach. Her wife was proud and elegant, yet at this moment she was doing something so lowly and repulsive. Despite her resolute heart, she couldn't help feeling nauseous.

After cleaning Yan Hua's body, their battleground moved to the bed. Throughout the entire process, the wife didn't try to cover her body with a towel. Yan Hua lit a cigarette, leaned against the headboard, and watched with interest as his wife knelt between his legs, gently licking his limp penis with her tongue. His penis was neither large nor thick, offering no advantage whatsoever for a man. It was precisely because of this that he relished the thrill of conquering women, especially enjoying his wife's submission and obedience.

He reached out and fondled his wife's firm breasts, his fingers grinding her nipples. He stroked her long, soft hair, brushing it aside to reveal her face; he loved watching women perform oral sex on him.

When his wife's penis hardened again from sucking, Yan Hua shoved her onto the bed, forcefully spreading her long, straight legs, completely exposing her genitals to him.

His wife had sparse pubic hair, only a small tuft covering her sacrum, making her vulva appear clean and delicate. Due to limited sexual experience, her labia retained a pinkish hue, and her tightly closed vulva glistened slightly. Her thick labia majora created a beautiful line around her vulva.
With almost no foreplay, Yan Hua roughly thrust his penis directly into his wife's tender vagina. The warm, moist sensation made him groan with pleasure. His wife frowned tightly, gripping the sheets with both hands, enduring Yan Hua's forceful thrusts.

Yan Hua held his wife's slender ankles, keeping her legs wide open. This position made his wife feel extremely ashamed, but she couldn't resist. Gradually, intense pleasure surged between her buttocks, causing her to completely abandon her cheap sense of shame, and she began to moan.

Yan Hua never cared about positions or techniques when playing with women; he only had the pure desire to conquer. He loved his wife's youthful and delicate body, enjoying the feeling of wantonly humiliating her. He released his wife's ankles, gripping her bouncing breasts tightly with both hands, increasing the force of his thrusts, and began to pound rapidly.
The loud sounds of flesh colliding, accompanied by the wife's increasingly high-pitched moans, filled the room… When the wife felt a surge of heat enter her body, she knew Yan Hua had ejaculated inside her. She could clearly feel the flow of fluid and the pulsation of the man's penis.

The wife felt an urge to cry, but she held back. She felt she hadn't been played by Yan Hua, but rather wantonly humiliated by this cruel society. Crying was merely a weak person's way of seeking pity; she didn't need it.
"To be honest, I really admire your wife. I couldn't do the same thing," Jon said, seemingly with a sigh, as he stopped speaking.

My face contorted, I could feel my facial nerves twitching involuntarily. I stared at Jon with a grim expression: "Finished?"

"Of course not, there are many more stories," Jon casually fiddled with her fingers, glancing at me as she smiled. "My stories aren't free, you know. Today is a free trial, but if you want to know the whole story, there are conditions and a price."

My expression twisted, and I said fiercely, "You're trying to blackmail me?"

Jon sneered, "Blackmail? Don't think of me as something so low. I'm not short of money, and besides, you're just a poor wretch. I wouldn't do anything illegal."

I couldn't suppress my anger any longer and said, "What exactly do you want?"

"I haven't decided yet, but I'll come to you when I want to tell you a story, and then I'll tell you my conditions." Jon laughed unrestrainedly, making me want to slap her across the face.
I stood silently with my arms crossed, seriously considering the veracity of what Jon had said. I was certain she hadn't made it up; the timing and some details matched our situation at that time, so it was likely that Asu had indeed mentioned it to her.

"Stop overthinking it. I don't have a talent for making up stories, and I don't like embellishing them. I'm just repeating what that bastard Asu said. I'm telling you because I feel sorry for you. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. That's all for today, I'm leaving." Jon finished speaking, gave me a meaningful smile, and swayed away.

I sat there silently for a long time, then called the waiter for a refill of my coffee. I picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. The scalding liquid stung my tongue, startling the waiter.

Looking out the shop window at the completely dark sky, and watching the cars coming and going on the street, a strong sense of powerlessness welled up inside me. Regardless of whether Jon's story was true or false, after finding the condoms in my wife's suitcase, I had lost all trust in her. The intense emotional shock made me want to vent and release; I needed to find someone to talk to, to seek relief and help.

I took out my phone, scrolled through my contacts, and finally dialed Zhang Hao's number.

"Ah Xiao, why did you suddenly call me? You should be enjoying your time together right now," Zhang Hao's teasing voice came through the phone. "

Brother Zhang, something's happened. Is it convenient for us to meet and talk alone?"

Zhang Hao hesitated for a moment, seemingly sensing something was off in my tone, and said, "Okay, where are you? I'll come over. We can talk when we meet."

I gave him the address of the coffee shop, hung up the phone, and buried my face in my hands. At that moment, I felt so helpless and vulnerable.

[To be continued]
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