A deeply adapted version of a heart-wrenching surrogacy contract novel - Part 3 (Completed)

The Xinghai Parking Lot's backyard parking lot is quite large. Because it's Sunday evening and everyone has to go to work early tomorrow morning, there weren't many people at Xinghai Parking Lot today. The front street-facing parking lot was already full, but the backyard had very few cars. Because there weren't many cars, only the highest lamp in the corner of the backyard was casting a dim, yellow light. The large parking lot seemed quite dark, with only five or six cars scattered around, all with dark interiors.
On the way here, I was thinking about the "old place" Wen Liangui mentioned. I guessed that Wen Liangui arranging for someone like the head of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission to use the presidential suite was very likely referring to that. However, I should check carefully first; otherwise, I might end up with nothing.
I parked the car in the innermost, secluded spot and looked towards the presidential suite. The presidential suite was easy to find; it was on the top floor, with all the windows being floor-to-ceiling glass…
I only glanced at it twice before remembering that because of the club incident, I had lied to the hotel cleaning staff the next day, claiming I'd left my phone inside, and thus easily reached the presidential suite on the 12th floor of Xinghai Hotel. After taking the elevator to the 12th floor, you first need a card to open the first door. After entering the first door, there's a wall on the left and a corridor about 20 meters long on the right. Following this, you'll pass two doors. The first is the fire escape door, which is normally closed but automatically unlocks in case of fire. The innermost door is the presidential suite door. There's also an iron door at the outermost edge of the presidential suite, which is the escape door in case of fire. Outside the iron door is a staircase leading directly to the ground, surrounded by iron railings. Before reaching the ground, there's another door, which also opens automatically in case of fire or requires a card; without a card, you can't get in. I remember the suite was a complete mess; the bed, sofa, and even the bathroom were covered in filth. The cleaning staff shook their heads in disbelief. But come to think of it, I wonder who designed this presidential suite; it was undeniably secluded and secure.
Thinking about it, I slapped my forehead. I'd just been too hasty. If I'd been certain the "usual spot" was the presidential suite, there would have been no way I could get in. I was frantic in the car, but couldn't think of a good solution.
I rolled down the window, making the lights in the suite's living room even brighter. Was my wife inside? A thought struck me. I dialed Xinghai's main switchboard, hoping to be transferred to the presidential suite. However, the operator, upon hearing I needed to be transferred, said I needed to go to the front desk and provide my name and the guest's name before being transferred. Just as I was about to get out of the car to the front desk, a familiar woman's figure appeared in the suite window—it was my beloved wife! She was wearing a black lingerie outfit, pulling the curtains closed. The outfit clung tightly to my wife's already alluring body. Tonight was the closest I'd been to her in a long time. Suddenly, the curtains seemed to get stuck, and she jerked them, her firm breasts and full hips swaying with her movements. Tonight, my wife wasn't wearing underwear; her pubic area was smooth and glossy under the light, and her legs, taut with stockings, looked even straighter and more shapely…
What an enticing sight! My body reacted instantly. My wife, I wanted to go upstairs right now and pour all my pent-up longing into the mysterious paradise between your legs…
The living room window was large, and the curtains were divided into two sections. After my wife pulled the left curtain closed, she moved to the right to pull the right one. I snapped out of my reverie, quickly got out of the car, and prepared to shout my wife's name upstairs. Just then, a completely naked… The man, a head taller than my wife, was burly, with black chest hair extending down to his crotch. His face was too far away to see clearly. He hopped towards my wife on one leg, while the other leg appeared to be pulling down his underwear, which had already fallen to his ankles. His erect penis swayed up and down with each jump. Soon, he was close enough to grab my wife from behind, one hand rapidly kneading her breasts, the other impatiently reaching between her legs… My wife twisted her hips, trying to avoid his already erect penis, while simultaneously pulling the curtains closed. The man's mouth continued to kiss her neck from behind, and she bent over, trying to dodge…
My wife “struggled” to pull the curtains closed, and as the two curtains drew closer, through the remaining gap of about a meter, I saw my wife's bent-over body suddenly lunge forward. I thought I heard her scream “Ah!” from downstairs. From the shadow cast on the curtains, I could see the man's genitals pressed tightly against my wife's ample buttocks. The man was standing, holding my wife's right hand, and pushing her to the left like a cart, pressing his genitals against her buttocks. Soon, the two curtains closed, and the bright light turned into a dim, yellowish hue, leaving only a narrow gap in the middle through which light peeked out...
This guy surnamed Gao had arrived even earlier than me. This guy really was as sexually active as Wen Liangui had said, starting so quickly. My wife was going to be "terrified" tonight... I dared not think any further.
The silhouettes of the two men were projected onto the curtains. The one bent over was undoubtedly my wife. Behind her, a tall shadow held her hands, which were clasped behind her back, while his lower body thrust rapidly into her ample buttocks. The man seemed utterly merciless, each thrust forceful, causing my wife's long hair to whip wildly like a disco dancer's rhythm. Due to the large amplitude of her movements, her silhouette projected onto the curtains appeared to fluctuate in size. Less than two minutes later, the silhouettes disappeared. Just as I was growing anxious, two bulges suddenly appeared on the curtains. Under the light from inside the room, a figure reappeared on the curtains, seemingly bent over, as if gripping the curtains tightly. The two bulges kept shifting their positions, one small... After a while, the position settled, and the bright light filtering through the curtains flickered, the curtains clearly shaking rapidly...
"That damned Gao," I cursed inwardly...
I was sweating profusely, desperately wanting to do what they do on TV—turn on the fire alarm, triggering the building's alarm and ruining their "good time." But the reality was, there were cameras everywhere in the building; doing so would definitely be recorded, and if it turned out to be a false alarm, that Gao guy's criminal investigation skills would surely find out who did it. No, that was too risky.
I was truly at a loss... I'd never seen a man so frenzied during sex. What if my wife was "ravaged" tonight? What if my wife suffered serious consequences from Gao's violent thrusts...? If that happened, would Gao call an ambulance immediately, or would he abandon my wife and run away in a panic? The latter was unthinkable, but if it really came to that, I wouldn't care about anything else; saving my wife was the priority.
But how could I find out what was happening in the room? Am I just supposed to stand in the car and watch my wife be "abused" by that guy surnamed Gao? I need to at least know if my wife is in any danger! I was so anxious that I pounded my fist on the steering wheel...
I suddenly remembered that I had bought a "wall-penetrating" device to listen to the recordings transmitted from my phone. It's a device that can "penetrate walls" and filter noise; it's basically a highly sensitive amplifier. I bought it to listen to the recordings more accurately, and today it came in handy.
Because I had previously tried to hack Xinghai's network, I had also studied the layout of Xinghai's rooms. Now I know Xinghai's rooms like the back of my hand. The presidential suite is a single-level suite with very high walls, at least 4 meters high. Upon entering, there is a large living room that is open to the north and south. Further in is a corridor with bedrooms and bathrooms on both sides. At the very back is the emergency exit. As far as I remember, the largest bedroom is on the sunny side, and the other rooms are a study, a private reception room, and a bathroom. I rushed to the front desk and booked a standard suite below the presidential suite's master bedroom. This suite was on the far end, so it was larger and much more expensive than the others, and since no one else had booked it, it was perfect for me.
After booking the room, I immediately sped home, grabbed my "wall-peeping device," and headed back. A glance at the Buddha statue on the altar made me decide to take it with me…
I prayed to the Buddha all the way, arriving at the room without stopping. Before I could even catch my breath, I placed the Buddha statue on the coffee table outside, immediately put on the headphones, extended the telescopic rod to its maximum length, and pressed the receiver against the ceiling to search…
Finally, I heard a sound! It was just the voice of a variety show host on TV. I turned the volume up to the maximum and heard intermittent "tsk tsk" sounds, probably kissing or licking skin, every few seconds.
"You work downstairs?" It was a man's voice, somewhat authoritative, like the tone a leader often uses when speaking to subordinates.
"Yes."
"How old are you?"
"26," my wife replied.
Hearing that my wife's voice sounded normal, I relaxed a little.
Then came the voice of someone surnamed Gao:
"I'm 42, 16 years older than you. It's good to be young, everything is so tender." The man sighed, then continued, "I saw you at Lao Wen's house the other day. I thought you worked for their company, but I didn't expect you to be a prostitute here... that makes things easier. How long have you been doing this?"
It was clear that my wife had already prepared for the "role" she would be playing tonight.
"Just started, only
been doing this for a few days." "You look like you're new too. When I was fucking you just now, you seemed a little shy, and your labia weren't very dark. You don't seem like a seasoned pro. How many times have you fucked me?" "
..." My wife didn't speak.
"Oh, the fifth one." I guess my wife was diligently "serving" him, so she could only gesture with her fingers to show the man.
After another five or six minutes, the "tsk tsk" sounds grew louder and faster.
"Is it good?" It was the man's voice.
"..." No response.
Then came the "mmmmmmm" sound of something in her mouth, probably my wife sucking on the man's penis... The frequency increased, and the man made comfortable "ah..." sounds. After a while, a woman's voice came:
"Boss, is it comfortable?"
"Comfortable...?"
"Mmm..."
"Good job, hehe, you're the most to my liking, you look like a lady from a wealthy family. When I first came in and saw you, I got hard as hell, hehe..."
"Thank you, boss..."
"Hehe, very obedient, I like it, hehe."
"Mmmmmmm" was my wife's voice.
"Bend your ass over here!"
Sounds of churning and tearing stockings followed, then a man's voice:
"Smells great, so wet, you little slut." The sound of noodles being eaten came through.
"Mmm..." My wife moaned softly,
they must have switched to 69.
"Who shaved your pubic hair? It's pretty clean."
"Mmm..." My wife was probably busy...
After a while, the sounds stopped...
"Old Wen told me to just cum anywhere, and I don't like using condoms anyway. Get down and kneel... ass up high..."
The mattress springs bounced, clearly the two were adjusting their positions.
"I'll teach you a lesson. Men at home don't want to be fucked by their wives, they put all their effort into prostitutes. Today I'll teach you a lesson..."
At this point, the man let out a soft "Ah,"
"So tight..."
Just then, the variety show on TV started clapping loudly, as if celebrating the man's successful penetration—how ironic...
Then came loud "slap slap slap" sounds, and my wife's moans grew louder.
After the man had been thrusting into my wife from behind for a few minutes, a heavy thud suddenly came from the mattress.
After a brief pause, the "thump, thump, thump" sounds grew louder, the springs in the mattress creaked more frequently, and the mattress vibrated much more heavily. It seemed my wife, overwhelmed by the man's forceful thrusts, had been forced to lie face down on the bed, and the man had taken advantage of the situation, straddling her back and thrusting his hips into her ample buttocks.
I listened intently, my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, I heard a text message notification from upstairs through my earphones. The amplified sound from the wall made my ears ring, and I quickly took off the earphones, rubbing them hastily.
Once the discomfort subsided, I quickly put the earphones back on and listened.
The "slap slap" sounds had stopped.
"Lie down, put your legs on my shoulders, let me test if the 'cannon stand' works..." came the man's voice. After
a short while, the mattress vibrated heavily again. Presumably, in this position, my wife's vulva could face upwards, and the man would thrust his penis deep inside from above, using his own weight to push it in...
"Ahhh, my back can't take it anymore, be gentle, be gentle..."
The voice paused for a moment.
"Your nipples are so tender," came the man's smacking sound.
Then came the heavy sound again, followed by the "slap slap" sounds.
A few minutes later, the "slap slap" sound slowed down. The man sounded tired.
"Not bad, you can handle it. I'll rest for a bit, you come up here..." It was the man's voice.
Then came the sound of flesh hitting flesh, one after another, not as fast as before, but each one was very loud. My wife was definitely sitting on top of the man, her narrow vagina completely engulfing his penis...
The "slap slap" sound then turned into the sound of rapid friction between a person and the mattress. It must have been my wife twisting her waist rapidly on top of the man. Soon, I heard the man's loud "ah" sound as he ejaculated, and my wife
's soft moans. Her vagina was definitely filled with the man's semen at this moment. I heard a commotion on the bed, and the two of them laughing. Then there was a long silence.
The variety show had long since ended, replaced by the sound of a TV drama.
The man and my wife must have fallen asleep. My nerves relaxed, and I lay on the bed, moving my already sore arms...
After a while, I became drowsy. I thought I heard some noise upstairs. I immediately perked up my ears and listened carefully. I glanced at the time; it was almost 11:30 p.m. Aside from the occasional car passing by on the street, it was very quiet. I listened carefully and could definitely hear noises coming from upstairs.
I jumped out of bed, set up the "wall-peeping" device, and put on my headphones...
"That last time in the bathtub was so good, soaking in the bath while having sex, it was so great!"
"You were so strong, I even came...hehehehe" It was my wife's laughter.
So she wasn't asleep; she had done it again while showering. It seems my wife's regular workouts haven't stopped, otherwise, with Gao's relentless pace, most people couldn't handle it...
"I'm old, I can't do it anymore. I was much better when I was younger. Look at you, you slut, I need at least three of you to fuck you to be satisfied."
"You're so bad."
"Hehe, my darling is beckoning to you again,"
the man continued,
"This time I'm going to test how fragrant your chrysanthemum is." The man lewdly grinned.
The mattress creaked, and there was a sound like a bottle being squeezed.
"Okay, all applied. Take it slow, put your head in first..." It was my wife's voice.
"So tight, so tight." After a pause, the man's voice continued, "I'm going all the way in."
"Ah!" came my wife's exclamation. The man's penis must have been fully inside.
Then came a "slap slap slap" sound, very loud, I could hear it without headphones, the sound was so loud it pierced the ceiling, and at the same time I heard a "thump thump" sound of it hitting the wall.
I could feel the bed shaking violently from downstairs, my wife was moaning loudly... and the man was thrusting wildly...
more sounds of slamming against the wall, the man was definitely using all his strength to pound...
I knelt in front of the coffee table, muttering prayers, begging Buddha to protect my wife...
then came a series of crisp "slap slap" sounds, different from the sound of flesh hitting flesh, like the man repeatedly slapping my wife's plump buttocks...
followed by loud flesh-on-flesh sounds, my wife screaming...
after more than ten minutes, the man seemed to let out a roar from his throat, "Ah...", Mr. Gao finally ejaculated.
I quickly put my headphones back on.
"I was in a hurry today and forgot to bring Viagra, I really can't take it anymore."
"Is the boss satisfied?"
"Satisfied, very satisfied," the man said, panting heavily.
"I'll go to the bathroom to wash up first, then I'll give the boss a massage when I get back."
Hearing this, my heart relaxed a little.
Ever since my wife entered Wen Liangui's house, she's become so "capable," how come I never noticed before?
As I was lost in thought, I heard another crisp "snap" sound...
A little while later, I heard the sound of someone moving around on the mattress.
"Why don't you come with me? I like you so much."
"How can I?"
"Why not?"
"Mr. Wen definitely won't agree."
"Don't worry about Mr. Wen, as long as you're willing, leave the rest to me."
"Let me think about it."
"What's there to think about? Being with me will definitely be better than here."
"Let me consider it first," my wife said in a coquettish voice.
"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say."
"How come you're so good with women?" It sounded like my wife was changing the subject.
"..." The man didn't answer, but said, "There's half a bottle of XO left in the fridge in the living room, bring it to me."
A moment later, I heard a "gurgling" sound coming from the man's throat.
"Ah..." The man made a satisfied, pleasant sound after finishing his drink.
"I had a great time fucking today, and I drank a lot too."
"As long as the boss is happy."
"Hehe, you little girl, you're quite the smooth talker."
"Hehehe..." My wife's agreeing laughter
sounded like the man was a bit drunk. He continued, "Do you know Old Wen's two biggest fetishes?"
"..." My wife didn't answer, probably surprised.
"One is watching other people fuck his wife, and the other is fucking other people's wives."
"Huh? You mean Sister Deng lets..."
"Hehe, yes... Old Wen likes to watch. The more enthusiastically the pretty boy fucks her, the more excited Old Wen gets!"
"Is this guy a pervert?"
"That's called cuckoldry, he knows how to play."
"Oh..."
Then the room gradually quieted down...
A few minutes later,
I heard even snoring through my headphones...
The TV suddenly went silent, it must have been turned off...
And then there was no sound at all...
I was afraid something might happen, that Gao might go crazy again once the effects of the alcohol wore off... So I forced my eyes open...
It was almost 5 a.m., and I couldn't hold on any longer. I thought I'd just take a nap, but when I woke up it was almost 8 a.m. I was startled. I quickly got up and took the elevator to the 12th floor. Both doors to the presidential suite were wide open, and only the housekeeper was inside cleaning. I asked and learned that they had checked out and left around 7:30 a.m. Ignoring the housekeeper's attempts to stop me, I barged in... I checked each room...
The blankets in the master bedroom were all on the carpet, and the trash can by the bed was almost full of wads of white tissues. Opening the trash can, I found a damp wad of black lingerie. I pushed aside the cleaning lady who followed me and went to the bathroom. It was wet, and the fog on the glass hadn't completely dissipated. Back in the living room, I quickly walked to the curtains and saw small patches of pale yellow slime on the carpet. Looking around, I saw only a leather sofa in the living room with a slight dent in the middle, clearly someone had just sat on it. I touched it; it was still warm, and I even found a short, curved hair and a small, clear, watery liquid on it. Could it be that Lao Gao and my wife had sex again this morning before checking out? That damn Lao Gao, he probably emptied his scrotum!
Just then, the cleaning lady was about to pick up the phone, pretending to call security. I quickly apologized and ran out...
In my haste, I rushed to the front desk, pretending to inquire about the presidential suite reservation. Then, I secretly slipped the lobby manager a thousand yuan to inquire about the situation. The lobby manager said that around 6:30 this morning, Mr. Wen's driver had called the guests in their room from the front desk, saying he would come to pick them up. However, the guests hadn't come down, and the driver had left through the back door after making a phone call, instructing the cleaning lady to hurry up and clean before leaving...
That Mr. Gao is really cautious; he must have taken my wife out the back door...
I'm so damn guilty, a wave of regret washed over me.
I'd missed a golden opportunity... I'll never miss another chance, even if it's to the ends of the earth, I will find you, my dear wife.
...
I hurried home, ignoring my exhaustion, suppressing my complicated feelings, and focused on waiting for the stock market to open. It continued to hit the daily limit up. For the next few days, I sold a portion of my shares every time it hit the limit up. Because I had previously mortgaged my house to obtain 10x leveraged financing, and invested it all in this stock, it took me five trading days to finally clear out my entire position. After deducting other expenses, I netted nearly 60 million… I had finally turned my life around… Two trading days later, the stock crashed…
After the brief joy, I missed my beloved wife even more… I would never give up…
As soon as the money arrived in my bank account, I contacted Wen Liangui, requesting that… I proposed terminating the surrogacy agreement in the form of breach of contract, even though doing so would result in a five-fold fine. After hearing what I said, that idiot was surprised and then stopped answering my calls, disappearing from my contacts...
The afternoon after I contacted Wen Liangui, the courier downstairs called me. I hurriedly picked it up. The sender was listed as "Wen Liangui," and this time the address was his villa's address. I squeezed it; it seemed to contain a stack of papers. I initially thought it was a "divorce agreement" or something similar, but when I opened it, it was a thick sheet of paper with three large characters written on the cover: "Hu Xinxin."
Upon opening the package, the first page contained my wife's name, date of birth, blood type, and other basic information. The following pages included illustrations of my wife standing naked, taken from the front, side, and rear, covered with various measurements such as height, bust, waist, hip circumference, the distance between her nipples, nipple diameter, and the length of the thin scar from her C-section—in great detail.
The further you turned the pages, the more detailed the information became, including descriptions of the sensitivity of different body parts, and close-ups of my wife's vulva, meticulously marking the dimensions and spacing of the labia and clitoris, as well as the detailed changes in her vulva before and after intercourse.
Even more absurdly, there was a sectional view of my wife's vagina; I don't know what method this guy used to scan it, but it had many arrows indicating parameters, and the folds inside the vagina were clearly visible. There were also close-ups of Wen Liangui's enormous penis before and after erection, with various dimensions marked. The erect penis was accompanied by seven or eight pictures, all of the same penis, but each marked with a colored ring on the outside, and the ring's position varied—some at the base, some at two-thirds of the way down. Each picture had a corresponding positional diagram below it…
The file contained many pictures of Wen Liangui and my wife having sex in various positions, each with a close-up of the penis penetrating my wife's vagina, showing different depths of penetration in each position. The pictures also included size parameters, the position of the glans penis inside the vagina, and detailed explanations of the key points and sensations of each position, as well as the position of the cervix and the chances of conception in each position.
Furthermore, it recorded the time, place, and frequency of sex since my wife moved into Wen Liangui's house… One instance was even recorded right at the entrance of my apartment complex.
So close to me, and I had no idea...
what Wen Liangui meant by sending me all this information...
...
Every day I anxiously waited at the entrance of his residential complex, hoping to intercept his car, but after several days, I still hadn't seen him. I asked the security guards, but their wary looks left me helpless. Finally, I found out from the housekeeping company that the housekeeper who collected the bed sheets for Wen Liangui's family said they had moved...
I'd been tricked by that idiot again; he'd disappeared somewhere...
I could only wait for Wen Liangui at the entrance of his company, but his company was a Grade A office building with very good security, so sneaking in was unlikely...
For several days, I didn't even see a trace of Wen Liangui's car. I wondered how he got to work...
After staking out for a week, around 7 pm that evening, I finally saw Wen Liangui's black GLS emerge from the underground parking garage. I quickly drove after him and followed for more than half an hour. I saw Wen Liangui's car drive to the St. Antu Maternity Hospital in the distance. It's a private hospital; I had referenced this hospital when I was making my fake PPT. However, Wen Liangui's car disappeared after entering the hospital...
I parked my car and waited for a while before going inside. The interior was decorated like a five-star hotel, magnificent and luxurious. Perhaps because it was evening, there weren't many people in the lobby, just a few pregnant women and their relatives walking around. As soon as I entered, a guide came over to introduce me. My eyes kept glancing around. The guide asked, "Excuse me, sir, are you looking for someone?"
"Yes."
"May I ask your surname, sir, and who you are looking for? I can help you check."
"My surname is Li, and I'm looking for someone named Wen Liangui." I lied.
"Are you Mr. Wen's...?"
"I'm his colleague. He forgot to take a document, so I brought it to him. I'm in a hurry."
"Have you called him?"
"Yes, but no one answered." I said this deliberately in a hurry.
After listening, the guide went to the front desk and started searching on the computer. After a while, she said,
"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have any record of Mr. Wen's reservation here."
"Oh, I just saw him come in. Maybe..." I had a sudden inspiration, "How about we check if Hu Xinxin is his wife?" I said against my will.
"Just a moment..." After a short while, the guide said, "Ms. Hu has booked a floating device with us for tonight. If Mr. Wen is here, he should be over there. However, they booked the VIP section, and outsiders are not allowed in. But I can transfer you to the room. Oh, and there's a note: you have an appointment with a supervising doctor tonight, so please don't transfer the room before 10 PM. Sorry..." "
Uh... before 10 PM?" I immediately understood...
A strange pang of heartache and a sense of helplessness welled up inside me. I casually asked, "What is floating?"
"It's our latest equipment imported from the United States. It can increase the conception rate by 50%."
"Oh?"
"If you're interested, I have some information I can show you."
I took the information and glanced at it casually. Floating is a conception device that makes people feel like they're floating in a swimming pool. According to the information, this method can relax people, thereby increasing the chances of conception. The information also used comics to illustrate how to have sex and conceive in this floating device, etc.
My mind was in turmoil. After reading it, I said helplessly, "So I really can't get into the VIP building?"
The receptionist smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, we can't help you right now." I
could only wait. I sat down dejectedly in a seat in the hospital lobby. The receptionist came over and said, "Why don't you leave the documents at the front desk and I'll give them to Mr. Wen first thing tomorrow morning?"
"First thing tomorrow morning?"
"I just checked and the appointment is for one night. What do you think?"
"Well... I can only give it to him tomorrow." Just then, an ambulance screeched to a halt at the entrance. It turned out to be a pregnant woman in labor. A crowd of people rushed into the lobby, creating chaos...
Leaving the lobby, I didn't see Wen Liangui's car in the parking lot. I checked the floor plan on the Sheng'antu website. The VIP building should be the innermost detached building, not tall, only two stories, in a villa style. On the online floor plan, it was marked "Building F." I walked in that direction, studied the surroundings, and made sure I understood the situation. The VIP building was a detached house with only one driveway. There was an iron gate at the entrance, and a security guard. The building was about 30 meters away through the gate. I asked the security guard, and he said you needed a card to enter. I glanced around and saw only one car parked inside, a black GLS. I stepped aside, pretending to be fiddling with my phone, and observed the VIP building from a distance. Only a few windows on the second floor had lights on. A few pine trees outside blocked part of the view. Looking out the window, I saw a figure moving about—a female doctor standing in front of a wall, wearing a hospital uniform, with shoulder-length hair. She had her right index finger extended, while her left hand made a gesture similar to an OK sign, her index finger moving in and out of the "O" shape formed by her left hand, seemingly in a thrusting motion. Behind her, on the wall, there was a projected image, and the female doctor appeared to be explaining something, pacing back and forth, sometimes obscuring the projector lens. Her shadow was cast on the wall, and the image from the projector lens was reflected on her face, in various colors. I couldn't understand what she was saying…
My wife is going to "conceive" in that floating pod tonight… I could almost see Wen Liangui's penis violently ejaculating… Thinking of this, a pang of sadness welled up inside me…
I returned to the lobby and found the guide, saying I also wanted to apply for VIP. The guide said that both husband and wife needed to come to San Antu for a medical check-up, and after receiving the report and paying the fee, we could check in. Then she took me to a trial room to see the floating conception device, which resembled a large egg filled with liquid, allowing people to float inside. Seeing my puzzled look, the medical guide said,
"We have dedicated doctors to guide you and your wife through conception. It's very safe and there are no discomforts." She continued, "We will sign a confidentiality agreement to ensure your privacy is protected."
"Do I still need professional guidance?" I found it quite amusing.
"Yes, many people believe that sex is an innate instinct, but they don't know the best time and position for conception. Every couple's sexual organs are structurally different. With the guidance of a professional physician, the most suitable position and depth of penetration can be found. It's not as simple as the common misconception that deeper penetration is better. There are different solutions for small and large penises. A detailed examination at our hospital is necessary to determine the best approach, because only what is suitable is optimal," the guide explained professionally. "Furthermore, we can monitor the wife's ovulation time and the opening of the cervix, reminding the husband to ejaculate at the most appropriate time, and also monitor the semen after ejaculation." "The location and flow of semen within the vagina, based on the detailed structure of different vaginal and cervical openings, will allow your wife to adjust her body position in a timely manner until the semen accurately and quickly flows into the uterus, achieving the best effect of natural conception. Our systematic method can 100% prevent ectopic pregnancy. If needed, we can also monitor the process of sperm and egg fertilization within the uterus, but this carries certain risks, and many clients choose not to do it." The guide continued, "Many men experience semen leakage from the vaginal opening after ejaculation, which is caused by incorrect posture. With guidance from our professional doctors, this will not happen."
"What are the chances of Wen Liangui and his wife conceiving today?" This was my biggest concern.
"I'm sorry, we cannot disclose client information. I can only tell you that they will soon have their own baby."
I thought for a moment, found an excuse to call the guide outside, then took 10,000 yuan from the car and gave it to the guide, who accepted it after a couple of refusals.
"Mr. Wen's descendants have a significant impact on the company's share inheritance. I am Mr. Wen's assistant, and this matter must be verified, so I'm troubling you." I continued my lie.
"Would you like to wait a moment? I'll go to the front desk to check."
"Could you give me a copy of their medical records?"
"No way, I'll be fired!"
I immediately took all the cash from my car, about 100,000 yuan. I had originally planned to buy a grey market watch, but I didn't care anymore. I put all the money in a bag and gave it to the receptionist... About
half an hour later, the receptionist came out furtively and handed me a USB drive, repeatedly telling me not to tell anyone. I also told the receptionist not to say I had been there.
The two furtive people had reached an agreement...
I went back to my car, opened my laptop, and copied the data into it. There were two folders inside, named with two numbers: "200191255" and "200191256". I first opened the folder numbered 200191255, which belonged to Wen Liangui. After a quick glance, I noticed phrases like "frequent sexual activity," "low sperm quality," and "abuse of sildenafil-like drugs." Skipping over the unsightly photos of Wen Liangui's penis, I jumped directly to the last page, which summarized his sperm quality as normal, indicating he was capable of fertilizing an egg. The report was dated today.
The other folder was undoubtedly my wife's. I examined it carefully. It contained information such as "excessive sexual activity," "residual sperm genes, suspected multiple sexual partners," "first child cesarean section, vaginal delivery recommended for second child," "normal eggs," "abuse of contraceptive drugs," "history of intercourse, minor sphincter tear," "high sensitivity," and "capable of conception," along with various test results for my wife. One image was a clear color sectional view of my wife's vagina. It turned out that some of the materials Wen Liangui sent me originated from here. It seems he had already started his examinations here, and those photos of sexual positions were likely taken here under the doctor's guidance. Flipping to the last few pages, I saw my wife's recent checkup results. It stated that today was her ovulation day. A few words on the last page sent a chill down my spine.
It read, "Comprehensive assessment: 97.65% chance of conception," dated 5 PM today.
No wonder Wen Liangui didn't go home but went straight to the hospital and even made an appointment with a specialist. He was going to get my wife pregnant tonight! I finally understood the purpose of the document Wen Liangui sent me: he wanted to completely take my wife's body and her heart away!
I sat frozen in the car, unable to process what was happening. Tonight, Wen Liangui's filthy semen would undergo a qualitative change inside my wife… After my wife became pregnant with Wen Liangui's child, she would truly be his devoted concubine.
I could almost see my wife lying in the floatation chamber, her body covered in sensors, her firm breasts swaying rhythmically with each thrust. The female doctor observing her would occasionally remind her, "Mr. Wen, you can ejaculate now..." After Wen Liangui, panting heavily, pulled out his large penis, the doctor skillfully operated the various instruments, and my wife, under her guidance, constantly adjusted her position...
With such advanced technology, my wife would definitely conceive tonight. One egg from that pool of dirty semen would combine with my wife's precious egg tonight, nurturing a new life in her womb...
I regret it so much. If I hadn't been so greedy for money, my wife would still be by my side. Now that I possess immense wealth, that little bit of money seems meaningless. Why is fate so cruel to me? When I was short of money, I had a loving wife and a warm family. But now that I have money, I'm losing it all. Is this what they mean by "you can't have everything"? I regret waiting until it was 10 times the initial investment to sell. If I had cleared out my inventory earlier, even if I made less money, I would have had more opportunities…
It's all too late now. Perhaps that sperm has already fertilized my wife's egg…
I drove home dejectedly, unable to sleep all night…
…
I didn't leave the house for over ten days, just drinking, vomiting, then drinking again…
I always saw the same scene in my dreams:
my wife kneeling on the bed, her belly huge, and Wen Liangui thrusting his enormous penis into her anus from behind, while my wife moaned, “Husband, slower, slower…” …
Life
has to go on. It's time to bring the child back, and it's time to explain the situation to the elders. No matter what the outcome, it's all my fault…
I took a shower, which made me much more sober. I sat in front of the computer, ready to delete the old pictures, videos, and so on, to completely erase the unbearable memories of the past.
I habitually opened my email first, finding messages from my pre-set recording software. I casually opened the latest recording and listened…
I listened intently, but the recording didn't seem to mention anything related to my wife's pregnancy. I then opened several more recordings, and in one, Deng Zefang's voice said, "Xiao Hu's period is here."
Huh? Did I hear that right? I
listened again; Deng Zefang definitely said "Xiao Hu's period is here," followed by Deng Zefang complaining about Wen Liangui.
Wen Liangui defended himself, saying, "You saw the video, it definitely leaked in," and something like, "The tickets are already booked, we'll contact them again when we get back."
At that moment, I was overjoyed!
Thank God, I knelt before the Buddha and kowtowed.
There was still hope, still hope! I couldn't contain my joy.
I then listened to all the recordings from the previous ten days, hoping to find the address of Wen Liangui's new home, but I never heard anything...
Sometimes I could hear my wife's voice in the recordings...
I will rescue you, my dear wife...
Through the recordings, previous surveillance and wiretapping, and that document, I pieced together Wen Liangui's approximate timeline:
From Monday to Friday, during working hours, it's basically all investment meetings and daily tasks, sometimes working very late. If Wednesday night isn't busy, Wen Liangui will have sex with my wife, Deng Zefang, or all three of us… Occasionally, it will happen at other times…
From Friday night to Sunday night, during free time, intercourse can occur anytime, anywhere, without any regularity, but basically every Sunday morning he goes to play golf.
The golf course seems like a good opportunity. Based on previous emails and QQ records, I analyzed that Wen Liangui frequently goes to the Oriental Double Star Sports and Leisure Club. The next day was Sunday. Learning from my previous experience of oversleeping, I rushed to the golf course overnight, arriving at the entrance before 5 a.m., but no one was there… I lied and said I was Wen Liangui's friend, found his golf course receptionist, and successfully befriended him by offering to buy a membership. According to the receptionist, Wen Liangui was going abroad in the next couple of days, supposedly for his honeymoon in the Maldives…
A honeymoon in the Maldives? What's going on? As I was lost in thought…
just then, someone who knew Wen Liangui chimed in, saying that Mr. Wen must have made a fortune recently. He said that's how he always is; after making money, he takes his mistress on a honeymoon… Almost everyone in the investment circle who plays golf here knows this…
I pretended to be clueless and asked him for advice. The man seemed incredibly envious of Wen Liangui, saying he'd recently bought a large villa and a whole bunch of other things. Later, he mentioned that whenever Wen Liangui travels abroad, he only uses Honghao Travel, which is right next to their company, for arrangements. He also said that Wen Liangui boasted to them that Honghao Travel is top-tier in China, with excellent arrangements, etc… After hearing this, I immediately drove to Honghao.
I chatted with the salesperson for a long time, saying that I was introduced by Mr. Wen, that Mr. Wen has excellent taste, and that the travel agency he chooses must be the best. Honghao's service is indeed the best, and I wanted to go to the same place as Mr. Wen. The salesman told me the truth, and the neat stack of cash in front of him must have played a role. He said, "Mr. Wen booked the tickets yesterday afternoon for three people, a total of 10 days of five-star luxury travel, staying at a villa hotel on XX Island in the Maldives."
I originally wanted to go to the Maldives immediately today, but looking at the time, I knew I wouldn't make it, so I discussed the itinerary with the salesman for the next day and paid the full amount.
After more than 20 hours of long-haul flight, we finally arrived at XX Island in the Maldives. It was already evening when we arrived at the villa on XX Island. The villas were built on the edge of the island, half on the island and half over the sea. The part protruding over the sea had a private viewing platform, and further in from the platform was the first floor of the villa. The walls were made of large glass windows for easy access to the sea. At the front of the platform was a wooden staircase for easy access to the sea. There were five villas in total, each quite far apart, connected by a winding road.
I donned my pre-prepared disguise and stealthily climbed to a high vantage point, my eyes darting anxiously for that figure. Night fell quickly, and everything except the villa became dark...
It seemed I wouldn't be discovered this way. A sudden idea struck me. I went straight to the island's only restaurant, choosing the most secluded corner to sit down... I casually ordered a juice and waited quietly...
Finally, finally, that familiar figure appeared—it was my wife, my dear wife... She entered the restaurant and sat alone by the window, her melancholy gaze fixed on the gloomy beach outside... She turned her head, our eyes met, and I abruptly ripped off my hat and fake beard. My wife, so delicate and fragile... Her small hand pressed against her cherry lips, her eyes red-rimmed, yet she tried hard to control her emotions, trying not to let the tears fall… Just as I was about to get up and go over, my wife subtly waved her hand at me… as if shooing away mosquitoes… As I was wondering what was going on, I saw Wen Liangui walk towards my wife… My wife forced a smile, and Wen Liangui walked to the table, leaned down, and gently kissed my wife's lips…
My wife chatted, but her gaze kept glancing in my direction…
I saw her make an excuse to go to the restroom… so I followed her, listened at the door of the women's restroom, and when there was no sound inside, I pushed the door open and went in…
My dear wife was waiting for me inside…
I excitedly rushed over and hugged my wife…
“I heard them say you don’t want me anymore…” My wife pushed me away, saying with some anger and confusion.
“Don’t listen to their nonsense. I said on our wedding day that I would always love you, forever… and that hasn’t changed. I’m here to take you away…” I said urgently.
“Then what about you and that woman…”
Wen Liangui must have shown my wife the photos from that time.
“I was framed by him. That pig drugged me, found a prostitute, and secretly took the photos. I have audio recordings to prove it…” I stamped my foot in frustration.
Everything became clear...
A tight embrace and a passionate kiss, our hearts pounding, the pent-up longing of days exploding in that moment...
My wife softly moaned, enduring the thrusts from my lower body... We became one in the cramped bathroom stall of a foreign land...
The adrenaline rush subsided quickly after the explosive ejaculation. We exchanged villa address information; it turned out my villa was only one building away from Wen Liangui's, quite close. We then discussed our meeting plan for tomorrow, not wanting Wen Liangui to become suspicious, so we didn't linger too long and parted hastily...
The night was long... I couldn't sleep due to excessive excitement, so I jumped into the sea and swam towards my wife's villa...
I climbed the wooden stairs leading down to the sea, peeking out from the platform, hoping to see my beloved wife again… However, the villa's large windows were all covered by white curtains. Lights were on inside, bright but I couldn't see clearly, only shadowy figures moving about. The platform, however, was dark, appearing much dimmer in contrast to the villa's bright lights…
Suddenly, a door opened in the large glass window. Startled, I quickly pulled my head back down the stairs, cautiously returning to the sea. Grabbing the stair rails, I hid at the bottom of the stairs. My slippers creaked on the wooden platform, the sound growing closer. My heart pounded. The creaking stopped above my head; it was a woman's voice:
"The night view is so beautiful!"
It was my wife. Overjoyed, I was about to come out when the creaking came again from behind, the footsteps noticeably heavier. "It must be that idiot Wen Liangui," I cursed inwardly.
"I got you a nightgown, don't let my little darling get cold."
"Old Wen, no need, the sea breeze is quite nice, I don't feel cold at all."
"You should still put it on, I'll be heartbroken if you get cold."
"Oh, you're so naughty, touching my butt, aren't you afraid someone will see?"
"Who else is here besides the two of us? The sea is right in front, are you afraid the fish will see us? Hahaha..."
"You're so naughty, where's Fang Jie?"
"She's watching Korean dramas inside, don't worry about her, she always plays by herself when we go abroad. Hey? You looked so happy when you came back, I've never seen you so happy before, even putting on makeup so late at night."
"It's my first time seeing the sea in the Maldives, I'm just happy."
"If you like, I, Old Wen, will buy you an island here, build you a little villa, just the two of us, have a bunch of kids, hahaha... that's life, so comfortable..."
"Oh, who's going to have kids for you? If it's a son, he'll take after you, how many young girls will he ruin?"
"Hahaha... When the time comes, I'll pass on all my experience of playing around with women to him, and he'll have way more fun than his old man..."
"How old are you? Still so immature."
"Hahahaha..."
After laughing, Wen Liangui said doubtfully, "Saint Antu Hospital is supposed to be very good, but I still haven't gotten pregnant. I don't know what's going on. I'll have to go back and see what's wrong." Wen Liangui continued, "My little wife, we've never slept by the sea before. It's rare that you're in such a good mood today, and I'm feeling all throbbing down there. How about we... hehehe, if we can get pregnant today, we can save ourselves a trip to the hospital."
"No, I just put on makeup."
"Hey, what's wrong with makeup? If you smudge it, I'll fix it for you later, hahaha..."
The creaking sound grew louder...
The man's footsteps became heavier, making the wooden platform creak even more...
"Old Wen, put me down..."
"Okay, okay, I'll put you down when you say so."
The sound of his body touching the cushion, followed by the creaking of the massage couch on the platform.
"Hey, hey, Lao Wen, stop, stop! Weren't you just worried I'd catch a cold?"
Wen Liangui called out towards the villa, "Xiao Fang, Xiao Fang, bring me the robe I brought from China." He then said to my wife, "This robe is good quality and big, it can even be used as a blanket. Bring it over in a bit, and we'll wrap ourselves up tightly and get intimate, hehehe..."
"Xiao Fang, Xiao Fang, hurry up, I'm holding down my little wife, if you don't come soon, she'll run away..."
A smacking sound rang out, the sound of a man greedily sucking, I couldn't tell if it was lips or nipples being kissed...
I strained my neck upwards, squinting my eyes to see my wife's slender, snow-white legs hanging down on either side of the massage couch through the gaps in the wooden platform, a small pair of panties hanging from one toe...
Above was Wen Liangui's massive body, my wife was deeply pressed into the cushion, the man's buttocks shifting from side to side, adjusting the angle, his huge member searching...
The creaking sound of slippers stepping on the wooden platform rang out, heading towards the massage couch.
"Aren't you two afraid of getting cold? Here you go," it was Deng Zefang's voice.
"Don't hand it to me, cover us up first, can't you see I'm busy?"
"Oh... it's already inside, you always do this, women need to be properly caressed..."
"Okay, okay, next time, next time, cover us up first."
"Sister Fang, Lao Wen is so naughty, I knew what he was going to do as soon as he touched my butt."
The man's head was buried between my wife's firm breasts, his hands were constantly stroking them, his fingers gently flicking my wife's pink nipples...
"You're so clever. Sister Fang is old now, she can't do it anymore, if it were before, I would be the one chasing after him..." Deng Zefang chuckled.
Deng Zefang carefully draped a bathrobe over Wen Liangui, then pressed hard on the man's buttocks...
"I'll give you both a little more pressure."
"Wait, I'll fuck you again in a bit."
"No, I haven't finished watching my Korean drama yet. You two work hard, I'm going inside."
Through the gap in the wooden platform, I could see the large bathrobe hanging on both sides of the massage table, swaying back and forth with Wen Liangui's movements. The massage table creaked against the wooden platform, and the man's panting and the woman's moans mingled together. I could feel that my wife was definitely mistaking this man for me, enjoying the surging impact I was giving her...
I didn't hear any flesh-on-flesh "slap" sounds. The two of them must have been pressed tightly together, wishing they could become one...
My penis swelled violently, painfully squeezed by my swim trunks. I imagined that at this moment, the man on top of my wife was me...
Wen Liangui's movements quickened, and he shouted loudly, "Ah..." My wife cried out loudly, "Ah...ah..." as the massage chair slid forward little by little...
After several thrusts, the heavy breathing of the man and woman continued for a long time.
"Baby, this was so wonderful, I could feel that we were connected on a deeper level, this is what love is... before it was just lust..." "
..." My wife didn't speak.
"I haven't felt like this in so long, I love you, my darling, my little sweetheart," Wen Liangui said affectionately.
"You've taken advantage of me and you're still being playful, go wash up first," my wife said in a coquettish tone.
"I'm telling the truth. Although I've lied to you many times, this time it's absolutely true."
I cursed inwardly, "You're just my substitute tonight, you idiot. Tonight is your most enjoyable time, and also your last with my wife..."
The chaotic footsteps and the creaking of the wooden floor faded into the distance until they disappeared...
I swam back to my villa, took a shower, lay on the bed, and started stroking myself...
The next day, just as the breakfast hall opened, my wife and I met again in the women's restroom of the restaurant... We stood in the cubicle, my penis slowly thrusting in and out of my wife's smooth, hairless vulva. I explained the plan to my wife in detail. My wife was both surprised and delighted, especially when she heard that I had earned 60 million. She was overjoyed. Her tender vagina sucked on my penis, and after a short while, I ejaculated my thousands of semen inside her.
That afternoon, my wife and I disappeared from the island, along with the passports and plane tickets of that despicable couple, Wen Liangui and Deng Zefang…
We returned to China three days later. Ignoring our travel fatigue, we rushed back to our little house to pack. When we were almost finished, my eyes fell on a cigarette box on the altar. My wife asked curiously,
“What’s this?”
“Wen Liangui sent it to me. It contains your pubic hair,” I said softly, head down.
My wife found an iron basin, poured all the pubic hair in, and lit it. The room filled with the smell of burning…
“Goodbye, my pubic hair…” my wife said with a smile
. I laughed too. We looked at each other and laughed even harder, until we were both coughing violently, almost choking. After a long while, we calmed down…
“Is it all over?” my wife asked.
“Soon, it’s up to fate,” I replied.
...
I confessed to my wife that I had ruined her life. We hugged each other and cried. Our previous life had been a nightmare. My wife recounted her emotional journey over the past few months, from initial resistance to feigning liking, to later indulging in lust, until she met me again in the Maldives, and that's when she
finally came back to her senses... When I asked why she hadn't gotten pregnant at the Sant'Antu Hospital, my wife said that she only wanted the pleasure of sex and didn't want to get pregnant so early, so she secretly took a birth control pill afterward when no one was looking...
After hearing this, I felt that the arrangements of life are truly wondrous, and so many things have changed by chance...
...
We've moved to another city these past few days, cutting off all contact with the past. In our new home, my wife and child are sleeping soundly. I look at them with peace of mind and feel incredibly happy. This ordeal in life has made me much more mature. I used to have many unrealistic fantasies, but now I've cast them all aside. Living in the present and making the most of this family is what I should be doing.
Thinking back, Wen Liangui should be back by now. He should have seen the email, and probably even seen the "Xinghai Suite Selection" I meticulously prepared for him. In the email, I clearly stated: the surrogacy agreement is invalid, and past matters will be forgiven; from now on, we'll leave each other alone. If he still persists, these photos will not only be sent to Li, Zhao, and Liu, making him lose face, but also to the mayor's email and major newspapers, ruining their reputations.
A long time has passed, and I haven't heard from Wen Liangui. Perhaps he and his group have found new targets to harm, or perhaps they've reformed. I think the former is more likely… However, for us, there have been gains. For example, now we're not only wealthy, but also very sexually happy…
(The End)

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