Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange Chapters 107 and 108

Chapters 107-108
My name is Chen Xinyue, I'm 28 years old, a native Shanghai girl, and currently an English teacher and homeroom teacher at a well-known private junior high school. The story of how I met my husband, Lu Jianhao, is quite interesting.

That year, I was 22, graduating from a 211 university in the city with a degree in English. I dreamed of a job related to foreign trade or translation, like the office lady in movies and TV dramas, wearing a business suit and moving in and out of high-end office buildings.

However, with the encouragement and efforts of a relative, I unexpectedly became a teacher. I was somewhat resistant at first, but my parents kept nagging me about how good it was to be a teacher—a stable income regardless of circumstances, plus two long holidays every year. Yes, those two long holidays were what ultimately made me decide to become a teacher.

So, I entered this school as a student teacher, somewhat haphazardly. Only after truly entering the teaching profession did I discover that I actually quite enjoy interacting with children, and the children also like this young teacher—of course, because I'm good-looking, hehe, a little vain.

I have a cousin named Chen Qianyi, who is three years older than me. She's been my playmate since childhood. There are quite a few children in our Chen family, but she's the closest in age to me, so I've always been very attached to her. She, in turn, really loves and takes good care of me, her little sister. During winter

and summer vacations, we would often take turns staying at each other's houses for ten days to two weeks. Qianyi's father is a seasoned master chef; his skills are undeniable. For family gatherings, we preferred their house to restaurants. My uncle, who loves a lively atmosphere, would always host two tables at home for the two or three family gatherings each year, letting us feast on his superb cooking.

That day was one such routine family gathering. As usual, the three of us arrived at Qianyi's house early.

"Sis, after lunch, let's go shopping and see a movie," I said as soon as we arrived.

"Uh...no, I have something to do this afternoon. I'll go with you if I get back early," Qianyi said hesitantly.

"Oh, what's up?" I asked casually.

"Ah, haha, nothing much, I'll be right back."

At this moment, Qianyi's mother laughed and betrayed her daughter, "Haha, Qianyi's going on a blind date this afternoon."

Chen Qianyi was extremely embarrassed, glared at her mother, and then blushed.

"Oh my, you're a grown woman now, why are you so shy about a blind date? If Xinyue doesn't find someone herself in a few years, I'll make her go on blind dates too." My mother added insult to injury. "Wow, you

kept something this fun from me? I'll go with you and help you check her out." I said boldly.

Qianyi rolled her eyes at me, "What do you know, you little brat? Check her out? What can you look for besides looks?"

Qianyi was right, of course I couldn't see anything, but out of curiosity I still insisted on going with her. She got annoyed by my persistence and reluctantly agreed. It was this unintentional act that led me to meet the most important man of the rest of my life.

The blind date wasn't nearly as fun as I'd imagined. The man, Lu Jianhao, was tall and handsome, but honestly, he wasn't quite there for me. I spent the whole time eating cake and drinking coffee, listening to their awkward, disjointed conversation, occasionally chiming in on topics that interested me.

He seemed gentle and refined, with impeccable manners, so when Qianyi asked for my opinion, I agreed. This ultimately led Qianyi to decide to start a new relationship, after all, her ex, Gao Jian, had hurt her deeply, causing her considerable depression for a while.

Seeing Qianyi and Lu Jianhao holding hands in public made me very happy for them. As for me? Of course, I had no shortage of suitors, but my seemingly passionate love affair in college had left me exhausted; I needed a break.

Another month of uneventful days passed, then one day I received a call from Qianyi, inviting me for afternoon tea.

Actually, after growing up, especially after starting work, we see each other much less often than when we were children. Every time we sisters get together, everyone has to be available, making these opportunities quite rare. Luckily, I was free that day, so I gladly went.

As soon as Qianyi met me, she came with a long face and poured out her troubles. It turned out that Gao Jian had come back to find her, launching a fierce pursuit to win her back. At this time, she was immersed in the sweet atmosphere she had just created with her new boyfriend, Lu Jianhao. On one side was her ex-boyfriend, whom she had once loved madly but who had given up a promising future abroad to come back and rekindle their relationship; on the other side was her current boyfriend, who was slowly melting her heart with gentle affection, and with a little more time together, they might spend the rest of their lives together.

This difficult choice plunged her into endless pain. We talked for an afternoon, and her final decision was to painfully break up with Lu Jianhao. Actually, I had played a part in encouraging this decision, since she and Lu Jianhao hadn't been together long, and this way the pain would be a little less intense.

And so, I made Qianyi choose Gao Jian, whom I'd never met before, instead of Lu Jianhao, whom I'd only met once and even eaten his food. I don't know if I did the right thing or the wrong thing, but many things in this world are interconnected, and I soon realized that.

That day, I arranged to go shopping and have afternoon tea with a close friend, but when I arrived, she said she'd misremembered the time, and that it was her boyfriend's birthday so she couldn't come. In a fit of anger, I hung up on this woman who valued romance over friendship and started wandering around alone. Just as my anger had subsided and I was about to go home, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

I turned around and it took me two seconds to realize that it was Lu Jianhao. My first reaction upon seeing him was guilt, since I had played a part in Qianyi's decision.

After some questioning, we learned that he was just bored and had gone shopping alone. We ended up pairing up and continued shopping. During this time, I told him why Qianyi had broken up with him, but I didn't mention that it was also my opinion. I was afraid he might do something if he knew the truth in public.

That afternoon, we walked and chatted. He told me about the ups and downs of his love life, and I suddenly felt a strange attraction to him. Before we parted, I inexplicably asked for his phone number, which surprised him quite a bit.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I just think you have great stamina; you haven't gotten tired at all after walking with me for so long. I'll invite you shopping again next time I'm free," I said casually. Okay
~~~ A beautiful woman invites me, even if my legs break, I'll come. "Lu Jianhao looked at me with a half-smile.

Fate is so strange. It was as if I was given to him by heaven as compensation for him. I rejected all my suitors, including those who were much better off than him, and ended up in his arms.

Thus began our two-year-long love affair. A lot happened during those two years. For example, I finally got a permanent teaching position and passed the teacher qualification exam, becoming a real teacher. Moreover, thanks to my professional skills, I became the youngest homeroom teacher in the school.

Qianyi and Gao Jian got married, and I was her bridesmaid. Her ex-boyfriend, who is now my boyfriend, sat in the audience watching our performance.

We had our first real physical intimacy a year after we met. It was a natural and inevitable process. He never seemed to be in a hurry about it. He didn't show any emotional fluctuation when he found out I wasn't a virgin. In his words, what he cared about was the future he would have. I wasn't someone who existed as an appendage to him. He didn't need to know what I was like before we met. This attitude deepened my determination to marry him."

Finally, shortly after my 24th birthday, we walked hand in hand into the hall of marriage. He said that day was the most beautiful moment of my life, and I firmly believe that it was the beginning of my lifelong happiness.

Both sets of parents provided maximum support for our marriage. In a city like Shanghai, where land is incredibly expensive, we, as young people, couldn't afford even a place to stand. It was our parents' generosity and selflessness that gave us shelter from the wind and rain, a place to settle down and make a living, and we will use this as a foundation to create a better life for ourselves.

Everything after marriage was new and exciting: a brand new home, a brand new identity, and a brand new life. For the sake of my career, my husband and I agreed not to have children for several years. Out of love for me, he agreed despite pressure from his parents.

To be a good wife in this new role, I tried to try things I had never done before. I learned to pick and choose when buying vegetables, to select the lean and fatty parts of meat, to judge the oil temperature by observing the fumes, and to use various cleaning products to keep our little home spotless.

For a period after our marriage, we always regarded sex as the supreme and ultimate pleasure, surpassing all others. No matter how hard we struggled during the day to make a living, or how dirty and tired we were after doing housework at night, as soon as we climbed into bed, all the hardships would vanish like smoke. We were both obsessed with each other's bodies, experiencing the true meaning of love in wave after wave of ecstasy.

However, even the most beautiful things fade, and for us, it all came too soon. We didn't even make it to the legendary seven-year itch.

In just three or four years, our sex life became like a prematurely aging engine, no longer powerful enough to bear the weight of our marriage. This was a chain reaction; many problems that had been buried deep beneath the surface gradually surfaced due to the increasing disharmony in our sex life.

Looking back calmly, I think the problem likely lies more with me. I'm too fixated on the conflict between my child and career, which extends to our home life, manifesting as the issue of condom use. My husband prefers unprotected intercourse first, using a condom during the final push, which is perfectly acceptable. However, sometimes in the heat of passion, he ejaculates before I can even put on a condom, which infuriates me. I react like a rape victim, jumping out of bed and rushing to the bathroom to wash away the semen.

This instantly shatters the romantic atmosphere.

Furthermore, even previously nonexistent disagreements like whether or not to turn on the lights during sex are magnified. In short, small things can ruin the feeling of intimacy. Over time, we've both become somewhat afraid of and even avoid sex. I secretly breathe a sigh of relief every month when my period comes, but strangely, my husband seems to feel the same way.

Women without love often wither faster than men, and unintentional teasing from colleagues and friends about "your sex life isn't going well lately" makes me secretly anxious.

Looking at my husband, although he didn't say anything, I could sense his suppressed emotions. Then one day, the conflict finally erupted. He ended the first time without ejaculating, a sexual encounter that had lost its pleasure, and angrily slammed the door and went to the living room.

At that moment, I felt incredibly wronged, and tears welled up uncontrollably. This wasn't the way I wanted things to turn out; I didn't know what had gone wrong. In that instant, I felt incredibly lonely, a chill running down my spine. I couldn't help but open the bedroom door and sit down next to my husband. He was drinking beer and watching a football game.

My husband seemed to sense my emotions; he hugged me and kept apologizing. Our bodies drew closer again, which aroused me once more. Then, he uttered the word "3P" in a muffled voice. I felt a jolt run through my body, a jolt of electricity shooting from my feet to my head. I was shocked, even angry. Was our years of marriage going to be salvaged by something like group sex? I felt a slight tingling sensation on my scalp.

Seeing my strong reaction, my husband quickly silenced me with a passionate kiss, but the word lingered in my mind like a demonic whisper, preventing me from calming down.

My body, aroused by my husband's teasing, slowly began to react, while my thoughts struggled against that hateful word of numbers and letters, trying to banish it from my mind. But gradually, I realized it was futile. A mysterious force seemed to be protecting the word in my subconscious, not only preventing its removal but also making it clearly visible, like a pinned post. Its presence acted as a catalyst, accelerating my physical reaction.

I panicked. What was happening? Why was this vulgar word causing such a reaction? I was completely baffled.

That night, we seemed to rediscover our long-lost passion. I only know that the next day, my body was still tingling. Moreover, I even brought up the word again the next day, though my tone suggested I didn't want him to mention it again. But when those numbers and letters left my lips, it was as if a weak electric current passed through my body, making my already tingling sensation even more intense.

My husband, following my lead, began to instill some so-called "new generation woman" ideas in me, urging me to let go of unnecessary moral burdens and enjoy life.

The next few days passed peacefully, until that trip to Ningbo.

It was supposed to be a short road trip under the guise of a business trip, but so much happened in those two days, and these events led to a transformation in me—a complete transformation I couldn't even imagine.

After arriving at the hotel in Ningbo, I insisted on going with my husband to the Hilton Hotel where the exhibition was being held, since it was a more lively area, and I could take advantage of his business trip to do some shopping.

Just as I watched my husband enter the venue and was about to turn away, I noticed a pair of eyes staring at me. It was a woman's intuition; I looked in the direction of my feeling and saw a short, fat, bald old man with a large belly looking at me. When he saw me looking at him, the old man gave me a fawning smile. Out of politeness, I didn't give him a disdainful look, but simply turned away with a faint expression and walked out of the hotel.

I strolled around for a while and had a coffee, and almost two hours had passed. My husband's exhibition should be ending soon, so I headed back to the hotel. The hotel lobby was much quieter now. Suddenly, a voice rang out behind me, startling me.

"Hello, beautiful."

I turned around and saw it was that lecherous old man who had been staring at me earlier. I ignored his advances and took a few steps forward to keep my distance.

"Beautiful, it's fate that we meet again." The old man shamelessly followed me closely.

"Sorry, I don't know you."

"Oh~ we'll get to know each other after a few words. Are you here for the exhibition?"

"No, I'm waiting for my husband." I didn't want to waste any more words on him. I emphasized the word "husband," hoping he would back down.

"Beautiful, are you a local?"

"What's it to you?"

"Hehe, let's be friends, don't be so aloof." The old man was shameless.

I took a few more steps forward, but I still couldn't shake him off. Just as I was about to rebuke him, feeling disgusted, he pulled out his phone and started saying "hello, hello, hello" as he ran away. I secretly breathed a

sigh of relief. I'm not assertive enough, and I often can't firmly refuse when men harass me; my husband has brought this up with me many times. Just when I thought I had gotten rid of the older man, he came running back anxiously.

"Beautiful lady, I'm so sorry, I had an important call to make, but my phone died halfway through. Do you have a power bank?" he said, his eyes glancing at my handbag, but the bag was so small that there wasn't a power bank inside.

"Sorry, I don't," I replied coldly but politely.

"Well... what should I do? How about I borrow your phone to make a call?"

I glared at him, but before I could refuse, he continued, "Miss, I'm really in a hurry. Look, there's no one I know in this lobby. Please, do me a favor."

"Ha, we already know each other?" I found it amusing.

"No, no, didn't I just say we're destined to meet? I'll just lend you my phone. I won't lend it for free; I'll give you a hundred yuan." He pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his purse.

I really didn't want to get entangled with this guy anymore. Seeing that he was practically clinging to me like a leech just to borrow a phone, I had no choice but to hand him my phone.

He took the phone as if it were a treasure and ran off a few steps. In this environment, I wasn't worried that he would run off with my phone, after all, we were still some distance from the hotel entrance.

Just two minutes later, he came running back with the phone, holding it in both hands, and returned it to me.

"Thank you, thank you so much! You've helped me so much, beautiful lady, I mean, you've saved my life!"

Not wanting to waste any more words, I took the phone and forced a smile.

"Haha, beautiful lady, you smiled! You look so beautiful when you smile, like a spring flower." The older man even started singing as he spoke.

Seeing his comical appearance, I couldn't help but chuckle. This made the older man even more smug, his old face beaming like a steamed bun.

At this moment, the older man leaned closer to me and lowered his voice, saying, "Beautiful lady, I see you have such a refined air, you're clearly a lady from a wealthy family. I, Old Zhou, like women with such elegant demeanor. How about this, I'll give you ten thousand yuan, you just need to play with me, okay?"

The older man finished speaking and stared intently at me.

I didn't understand at first. "Play? What play? What kind of play?"

"Look, look, you're playing dumb, aren't you? You're a married woman, why are you acting like a young girl? What can men and women play?"

I suddenly realized what he meant, and my face flushed red. "What do you take me for? Get out!"

I said, and strode off towards the other side of the lobby, but the old man followed closely behind.

"What do you really take me for? You need so much money? Twenty thousand, twenty thousand for one time, how about it?"

I was so angry that I could hardly speak. "Get out, if you talk nonsense again I'll call the police, you believe me?"

"Thirty thousand! Thirty thousand yuan!"

Just as I was about to explode with anger, I saw my husband appear in the distance.

"My husband is here, stop bothering me." I said and hurriedly ran towards him.

At that time, I never imagined that this unassuming old man, whom I wanted to avoid at all costs, would become a turning point in my life.

To be honest, ever since my husband calmly shared his thoughts on letting go of mental burdens and pursuing physical pleasure, I've been somewhat moved. I don't consider myself a promiscuous woman. Although I tasted the forbidden fruit before I was twenty, it was mostly out of curiosity. Before meeting my husband, I could count the number of times I'd had sex on one hand.

I'm surprised I didn't react with fury or a firm refusal to his absurd suggestion. I displayed a strange silence, which my husband took for granted as tacit agreement. Well, perhaps deep down I did agree.

That evening at dinner, I was told I'd be experiencing my first threesome. Yes, that same cryptic combination of numbers and letters again. Heaven knows how turbulent my heart was beneath that calm exterior.

My husband kept urging me to let go of my inner burden of chastity, because it's a feudalistic shackle binding women. But shackles worn for so long become part of the body, even etched into our genes. Are they so easily removed?

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