Burning with desire

Meng Guowei's business was booming, but his wife unfortunately contracted rheumatoid arthritis, an illness that wouldn't heal anytime soon. To care for his wife's daily needs and manage their 300-square-meter apartment, he hired a young housekeeper named Hu Lala from a domestic service company. At first glance, she didn't look like an 18-year-old girl; she resembled an undeveloped, dark-skinned young woman, thin and dark-skinned, with dry, yellow hair and a pale face. Fortunately, her features were fairly regular.
Meng Guowei didn't assign Hu Lala a heavy workload: grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning. In her spare time, she would talk to his wife. Meng Guowei handled the medical consultations himself and even arranged for a therapist to come and massage his wife. Hu Lala was very diligent and efficient, quickly tidying up the living room and even helping her mistress to walk in the park from time to time. After two months, Hu Lala had won the hearts of Meng Guowei and his wife.
Just then, headquarters assigned Meng Guowei to go abroad for training for six months. This trip was crucial to his promotion to vice president. His wife supported his decision, after all, he was only in his forties with a bright future ahead of him. "We have a nanny at home, nothing serious. Our son is studying at a boarding school, you don't need to worry about him, so don't worry,"
she said. Now, Hu Lala's position in this wealthy family became more important. Meng Guowei secretly gave her a large red envelope, instructing her to take good care of his wife. He also installed broadband internet and a computer in her room so she could pass the time online when she was bored.
The days passed peacefully.
Six months later, Meng Guowei returned home. Stepping through the door, he noticed his wife's complexion had improved significantly, and her symptoms had lessened. He was amazed by Hu Lala; she had not only grown taller and become more radiant, but her breasts also jiggled with every step, and her buttocks swayed noticeably. When she helped Meng Guowei with his luggage and took off his coat, a sweet, youthful fragrance wafted into his nostrils. In the master bedroom, Meng Guowei sighed, "The saying 'a girl changes drastically at eighteen' is true. Hu Lala, you seem like a completely different person in the past six months.
Uncle Meng, it's all your fault for raising her." Hu Lala's eyes held a strange look, an expression that was hard to decipher—perhaps gratitude or tenderness.
On the night Meng Guowei was officially promoted to deputy manager, something happened. That night, Meng Guowei attended a party hosted by his friends and returned late. When he tiptoed to close the security door, he noticed that Hu Lala's room light was still on, and the door wasn't fully closed.
He went over and couldn't help but gasp. Soft music was playing from the computer. Hu Lala was half-reclined on the bed, a pink pair of panties draped over her ankles. Her legs were spread apart, one hand roaming over her private area, the other pushing up her lace bra and vigorously kneading her two firm breasts.
Meng Guowei knew what was going on. He wanted to leave, but his feet seemed nailed to the ground. Hu Lala, her eyes half-closed, was masturbating with a grimacing expression, seemingly unaware that her husband was standing outside the door. Meng Guowei's lust was ignited by the scene before him.
He hadn't made love for over a year since his wife fell ill. He longed to push open the door and devour the peach-like Hu Lala, skin and pit. But reason warned him against such transgressions. Finally, he tiptoed upstairs.
That night, he felt restless and agitated.
Life continued uneventfully.
Similar incidents occurred from time to time. However, Meng Guowei always pretended not to notice. A nagging worry began to creep into his heart: his estrus-prone house cat might not be able to stay. As expected, about a month later, Hu Lala left a heartfelt thank-you note and quietly departed the Xiao family home where she had lived for over a year.
Meng Guowei's life was suddenly thrown into chaos. His wife was utterly bewildered by Hu Lala's departure, and Meng Guowei, of course, dared not explain. He could only comfort his wife while simultaneously starting to look for another nanny. At the same time, he secretly resolved to find Hu Lala no matter what and bring her back.
Fortunately, he had helped Hu Lala register her QQ account, and the password hadn't been changed. Meng Guowei easily tricked a friend into giving him her phone number and asked her to arrange a meeting with Hu Lala.
Next to the statue in the square, Hu Lala was startled by Meng Guowei's sudden appearance. She tried to turn away, but Meng Guowei grabbed her elbow tightly. "Uncle Meng doesn't want to make things difficult for you. I just want to know, I've treated you well, why did you leave so easily?" "I don't want to be a nanny, it's boring." "Then what do you do now?" "I work as a hostess in a nightclub." Hu Lala seemed to have no intention of hiding anything.
Meng Guowei was angry. "Giving up a perfectly good job to become a hostess! Are you out of your mind or bewitched?"
"I've thought about it for a long time. I'm very grateful to you and Auntie. But I'm grown up now, and I want to live my own life. I don't want to get up so early anymore, I don't want to deal with cooking every day, I don't want to be a cleaner endlessly. Both are serving people. Being a hostess gives me more freedom, and I can have a few friends to live a lively life with."
"But how can you do this to me?"
"I am sorry to you. But Uncle Meng, I hate you!"
"Hate me?" Meng Guowei was completely bewildered. "I'm probably the only person in the world with the surname Wen who treats a nanny this well."
"But you don't love me!" As Hu Lala said this, she turned to look directly at Meng Guowei, her eyes filled with tears. “I know you’re peeping at me while I masturbate. I know you need it, and I long for a man to hold me.
Whenever you don’t come home late at night, I can’t sleep. I listen intently for the sound of you parking your car, and I deliberately masturbate so you can see. But you only make me despair. Uncle Meng, I need someone to care for me!” Hu Lala became increasingly agitated, throwing herself onto Meng Guowei’s shoulder and sobbing.
Meng Guowei was speechless. He knew it was impossible to persuade her to turn back. “I won’t stop you. Be careful when you’re out in the world alone. If anything happens, remember to call Uncle Meng.”
Hu Lala’s figure quickly disappeared into the hazy streetlights. From a shop nearby, a desolate, distant, and sorrowful song drifted out, “The wind brings sorrow…”

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