People's hearts

"I say, is it wrong to be inherently ruthless?
Nothing in the world pleases me more than doing bad things. The only time I fell was a hundred years ago, when some ugly witch smeared my face with incense ash, causing me to revert to my fox form. I had to hide for a long time before I could barely transform back into a human.
But living in this civilized era is truly a blessing. There are so many ways to transmit information now, yet people's hearts are so fickle, easily swayed by whichever wind blows.
I sit in my private secretary's office, idly browsing online shopping. My job is to chat with the boss to pass the time, occasionally making a bright and beautiful appearance. Even fox spirits have their hard work. The boss's wife?
Please, that old woman is not only past her prime but has also lost all her charm. Can she even be presentable?"
There was a knock on the door: "Come in."
It was Fala, the company's accountant.
"Nana, these documents need the boss's signature." Fala handed me the documents with her short, chubby hands. I accepted them with a sweet smile. Good heavens, what a disaster she was wearing today! The obviously too-small black suit jacket was bunching up her butterfly sleeves, and underneath she was wearing a pilling bright blue turtleneck sweater. Even her belly fat seemed to be sucking in a breath, and the table was about to be overturned!
"Fala, you look so good today. The color of this sweater is so eye-catching." I stood up, took the documents, walked over to her, and took her arm, praising her affectionately.
A blush crept onto her dark, pockmarked face. "Thank you, I like this color too." "Huh? You didn't tie your hair in a ponytail today! And you got bangs! No wonder you look so different today, everyone looks great." She touched her bangs, swaying slightly. "I'm not used to it either, does it look weird?" I patted her shoulder lightly. "It doesn't look weird at all, the new hairstyle suits you, be more confident! But... suddenly wanting to change, could it be that you're in love?" She gave a shy smile. "No, not at all."
From then on, I became close to Fala. It's quite easy to be friends with this kind of person. They lack confidence and aren't good-looking, but after a few words of comfort, they open up to me and treat me like a confidant, telling me everything, big or small.
Of course, this also includes Jim from the company next door, a friendly, ordinary man.
According to Fala and my private conversations, Jim has recently been inviting Fala out for lunch, and the two seem to have a crush on each other.
Oh, what a touching love story. I listened, chuckling to myself. It wasn't her looks that attracted me, but rather her kind and gentle heart. This fun opportunity had fallen into my lap; it would be a waste not to participate.
I suggested to Fala that we arrange a weekend getaway for dinner and shopping, so I could help her assess potential boyfriends and perhaps even subtly spark their relationship. She happily agreed, completely oblivious, treating me like a true best friend.
That day, I put in extra effort: light, elegant makeup paired with a white short dress and a sweet, fresh floral perfume. Compared to her, the short, stout, and tasteless Fala looked like a mere servant.
Fala smiled shyly, revealing her yellowed teeth, and introduced me: "Jim, this is Nana, my best friend." Jim politely shook my hand in greeting: "Hello, Fala often mentions you, saying you're not only beautiful but also kind-hearted." I lowered my eyes and smiled sweetly: "Fala speaks too highly of me; I envy her for meeting a good man like you. I'm usually in the secretary's office, so I don't have many opportunities to meet people." While shopping, I deliberately twisted my ankle, and Fala anxiously asked, "This won't do; what if you twist it badly?" "It's okay, I'll take a taxi home. It's rare for you two to go on a date, and I feel bad being a third wheel; I can't spoil your fun." I took Jim's hand and tried to stand up, but twisted my ankle again.
"Why don't you take her home, Jim? I'll take the subway; I'm worried about her being alone," Fala suggested to Jim.
"Fala..." I wanted to say something more, but Fala interrupted me,
"It's okay, you're my good friend." Fala grinned, revealing a sincere smile, along with a set of yellow teeth.
Jim took me home, carefully supporting me the whole way. "Jim, you're so kind. I really envy Fala's luck, to have met such a genuinely loving and gentle man like you." Jim's ears turned red. "You flatter me too much." Jim helped me back to my apartment and settled me on the sofa. "Thank you so much for preventing you two from going on your date. Otherwise, I would have made you coffee as an apology." "But what about your leg?" Jim looked at me hesitantly.
"I can manage, as long as you're willing to help me over. There's a high chair in the kitchen I can sit on." I gave him a bright, unyielding smile.
After that day, Jim and I became more familiar with each other. His lunch gatherings with Fala gradually decreased, but he appeared at my apartment more and more often. Of course, Fala was completely unaware and genuinely thought Jim was just busy with work.
Jim pressed down on me, kissing my fair and delicate neck, his slightly rough hands gently caressing my soft waist, his lower body thrusting rhythmically ever closer.
My legs wrapped around his back, the contractions and releases of my lower body stimulating his sensitive nerves.
He lifted me up, placing me on his lap, his hands hooking around his shoulders and back, twisting his waist as he moved in and out, the tightness inside eliciting low growls from him. One hand moved to my round, firm breasts, kneading them forcefully, the pale red marks making my skin appear even whiter. His lips pressed against my chest, leaving a rough mark.
I gently bit my earlobe, letting out seductive moans in his ear, telling him how much I loved his deep penetration and forceful thrusting. Jim, aroused by the lewd whispers in the room, worked even harder, harder, harder, I cried out, arching my back, until Jim's fluids gushed into my body.
"Your skin feels so soft," Jim said, lying beside me, his hands sliding up and down my bare back.
I turned closer to his chest, tilted my head back, and looked at him coquettishly with a pout: "Your touching makes me so itchy." He hugged me tightly: "Knowing you is the greatest honor of my life." I felt honored too. It's true that it's better to pick up young people; that old man at the company doesn't pick up much and just takes up a lot of my energy.
Some people say that appearance is just superficial, and there are so many things in life that we should strive to learn. External appearance is just a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning. Humph, that's just ugly people comforting themselves with nonsense. Having lived for so long, I've never seen a man who doesn't love good looks.
I sat in my office leisurely touching up my makeup. Modern cosmetics are so much better than before. The coffee was on the right side of the keyboard. It was another happy and wonderful day. Fala, that ugly woman, stormed into my office with a look of indignation. She yelled that I was stealing a man behind her back. Humans are such strange creatures; they don't even take care of their own things and then blame others for taking them.
I casually said to her, "Who told you to be so ugly? Even breathing is a sin. You'd better open your beady eyelids a bit and not offend people. Do you think I'm someone you can just point at and yell at? Besides, has he ever admitted to being your boyfriend? Could it be that you've been shamelessly offering yourself up only to be rejected, and now you're coming here to complain?" I stood in front of her, pointing a finger at the tip of her nose: "Blame your parents for not giving you a better-looking face." I left Fala, who was still standing there dumbfounded, and happily left the office. There's nothing better in the world than malice.
A few days later, Fala didn't come to work. A few days after that, a commotion broke out in the company: Fala had hanged herself. Rumor had it that she had hooked up with a blond, blue-eyed guy, been swindled out of all her savings, and couldn't bear the blow of losing both her money and her virtue, so she committed suicide.
"But I saw she was really close to Jim from the company next door before?" Ann from the company asked me curiously. I shook my head and wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes: "I felt sorry for her because she was all alone and she was so devoted, so I kept it a secret for her. Don't tell anyone. Jim didn't like her at all. She was the one who kept stalking and harassing her. Jim was going to call the police, but I stopped him." Soon, no one felt any regret for Fala's death.
I returned to my fox den reeking of alcohol. The lights in the room flickered on and off. My goodness, a vengeful ghost, is it? A white, eerie figure with a touch of red stood under the flickering lights.
I couldn't help but laugh: "It's a pity you became a ghost, and a fat one at that!" Fala, dressed in red and hanged herself, rushed towards me. She really overestimated herself. She just died and she wanted to fight a fox spirit. What right did she have? With a casual wave, not even a fragment was left.
The indoor lights came back on, and I turned on my computer, sat down, and opened a job search website. Time to change jobs and find something to play around with.
I curled up on the sofa and turned on the TV; some sound is always nice.
I didn't want to be alone.
Three months ago, I was a highly renowned stylist, admired by everyone. A successful career, a handsome and upright husband, a beautiful and sweet marriage. What woman wouldn't envy that?
That chilly evening, I was driving home after finishing an interview, everything was so wonderful. Although I was tired, I had a smile on my face. Who could be happier than me? Especially today, our 7th wedding anniversary. Last year's gift was a pair of T brand diamond earrings. The day after receiving them, I deliberately put my hair up in a bun, revealing my earlobes. Everyone who saw them looked at me with a mixture of envy and jealousy. A slight smile played on my lips. Yes, I deserved to be envied.
A female celebrity who had married a wealthy man saw me backstage and walked over: "Lanlan, your earrings are so pretty! I bought a similar pair last month, the ones I'm wearing, but they're more expensive than yours." I turned and smiled at her, looking at her ears. She laughed heartily: "But mine have special meaning, they're different. My husband gave them to me yesterday for our wedding anniversary." I glanced at her thoughtfully: "But Wenwan, I remember seeing the exact same pair on Li Zhen the day before yesterday when I was doing her hair and makeup." I deliberately kept my voice moderate, and everyone was listening intently.
Wenwan's expression changed, forcing a stiff, unnatural smile: "Oh, what a coincidence! Haha… I have another gig, Lanlan, I'm off." She fled in a panic. Hmph.
Everyone knew that her wealthy husband had been having an affair with Li Zhen for a long time, and Li Zhen's earrings were a token of their love from her husband. So, when she got jealous, she spent her own money to buy the exact same thing, and then dared to bring it out in
public, making a fool of herself? Hehe. I drove the car into the garage, tidying my appearance in front of the car window. What kind of joy will this year
bring? Stepping into the house, the candlelight flickered dimly, and a CD sat on the living room table. With a few light steps, I stepped forward and put the CD into the player. It must be my husband's heartfelt confession, right?
I pressed the start button.
The silent screen showed a pure white room, with nothing in the center except for a white double bed.
A couple entered from the bottom of the screen. The woman's back was to the camera, her slender waist exposed as the man embraced her, passionately kissing her.
The man impatiently removed the woman's clothes, his hands caressing her wantonly. He quickly pushed the woman onto the bed, her black panties still hanging on her ankles.
The woman's delicate legs were hooked around the man's back, while his hips thrust forward violently. Though it was quiet, I could almost hear the man's deep growls in the scene.
A lewd and naked scene of intercourse unfolded before my eyes, and my hand gripping the remote trembled uncontrollably.
The woman skillfully concealed her face, but the man's face was crystal clear.
Sounds came from the spiral staircase. I turned to see a woman with a beauty mark under her eye descending, arm in arm with my husband. Her long, smiling eyes said, "Happy 7th Wedding Anniversary!" She walked up to me, her delicate features playfully teasing me. "Is it nice? I prepared it especially for you." I turned to look at my husband, but he looked away.
Her hand rested on my shoulder: "Stop looking. Don't you know a man changes his mind? What do you expect him to do for you? Besides... he's in this video too!" My husband finally spoke, calling out to the woman: "Feifei!" Weakly... The woman didn't turn around, just waved her hand casually: "It's okay." She handed me a piece of paper: "Sign it, at least it's still yours." I gritted my teeth and glared at her: "I can sue you!"
The woman hooked her arm around mine, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight: "I said, what are you going to use to sue me?" The man behind me still didn't say a word... I still signed the paper, and the woman didn't take a penny more than what was agreed upon. She said she was only interested in collecting all sorts of stories. I didn't understand what she meant, nor did I want to.
I leisurely painted my nails, and there was a small, insignificant demon spying outside the window. I bared my teeth and growled, and it jumped away in fright, giggling.
Lately, I've been so bored I'm practically lazy, except for the time I hooked up with someone's husband, which was slightly more interesting.
I guess I'm doing a good deed? It's a blessing to see through men like that who easily seduce and then abandon their wives.
Even foxes have a kind heart!
After all, it's always people's hearts that change, not me.
On TV, another celebrity couple is being interviewed, talking about how happy they are. A smile crept onto my lips; I won't be bored for a while.
As usual, I left the tutoring center my husband and I started and went home first. In recent years, our reputation has grown, and enrollment has become more stable, finally allowing me to relax a bit and not be busy day and night at the tutoring center.
Returning to our new home, which we bought and decorated at the beginning of the year with a lavish investment, I smiled with satisfaction. Every little detail, no matter how small, was meticulously discussed and overseen by the designer and myself. Visiting relatives and friends all praised my cooking, and even my husband felt proud, hugging me affectionately and saying he was truly blessed to have such a supportive wife.
I changed out of my suit and into simple loungewear and went to the kitchen. We'd gotten tired of eating out these past few years, and my husband wanted to enjoy some family time and my cooking while his tutoring classes were going smoothly. I was happy to oblige, as I've always enjoyed cooking but hadn't had the time before.
I laid out napkins on the teak dining table and set the dishes on the table one by one. My husband came home too: "Perfect timing, I just finished cooking. Change your clothes and come eat!" I said, taking off my apron and hanging it on the hook on the kitchen wall.
My husband looked at the dishes on the table with a satisfied expression, his chopsticks moving non-stop. "Business has been getting better and better lately. We need a few more new people to keep things going." "I've already trained them for you. Last month, I helped you recruit a few administrative assistants. There's a girl named Feifei who's quite clever." "Really?"
I reached out and brushed the rice grains from the corner of my husband's mouth. This man, almost 410 pounds, is still like a big boy in private. "Mr. Lin, you really have a bad memory. I introduced her to you when you came. She's the one with the little beauty mark under her eye, long eyes, and long black hair." My husband put down his chopsticks with a satisfied expression. "I don't remember that. You know..." "Tell me more about it, otherwise you're too busy with enrollment lately to handle my teaching staff. I'm already in a complete mess on my own." "Okay, okay, now it's all my fault." I pouted and complained. My husband got up and walked behind the chair to surround me: "How dare I complain about my dear wife? Without you, how could I be a boss?" He kissed my cheek. I grabbed his arm and turned around, laughing and scolding: "How old are you and still so fond of taking advantage of me? You're so indecent." Although I weigh 315 pounds, I think I maintain my figure as well as a 210-year-old girl. I'm very strict with my daily diet and exercise.
My husband's hands slipped inside my thin white t-shirt, resting on my waist. I deliberately rubbed my slender legs against him. "So eager?" he asked. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Who could resist such a sexy wife?" he said, lifting my t-shirt to reveal my bare upper body. "So fair and tender, I just want to take a bite." Even after years of marriage, such explicit words still made my cheeks flush. I half-closed my eyes and scolded him in a soft voice, "You're not young anymore, yet you're still acting like a lecher!" This time, my husband didn't reply, focusing intently on exploring my fair body, making me breathe heavily. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, my warm tongue circling his skin.
Married for many years, even with intimate familiarity with each other's bodies, desire still burned fiercely when naked together. He lightly rubbed his lower body with his fingertips, feeling the wetness of love juice mingling with his fingertips, a slippery surface.
We entwined and swayed on the beige sheets with pink floral patterns, the force of our thrusts carrying me to a state of semi-consciousness, my hands limply clinging to my husband's shoulders and neck.
The next day, I transferred Feifei to my husband's side as his personal secretary. After all, there were too many things to manage at the tutoring center, and it was currently the peak season for enrollment; I was overwhelmed myself. I needed someone clever to help my husband with the trivial matters. When Feifei
came for her interview, I felt an instant connection. She was around 21 years old, with long, curved eyes that always seemed to smile, and a beauty mark under her eye that made her appear even more shy. She spoke with a refined and elegant manner, very much like a lady from a wealthy family. However, she learned quickly and grasped things very easily. She was also kind and considerate, which won me over.
I transferred her to work alongside my husband, partly because she was intelligent and quick-witted, and partly because she wasn't a seductive woman. What woman wouldn't be more attentive to her successful husband?
She quickly managed my husband's work perfectly, relieving me of much worry. Seeing her alone in the north, I sometimes took her home for meals. After all, meals with just two people are always a bit monotonous; it's nice to have someone else to share the experience. Feifei quickly became close to my husband and me, and sometimes we'd take her on trips on weekends, like having a little sister. A little
over a month later, the busy recruitment season was over, and my period, which was usually on time, was two weeks late.
A check-up at the OB-GYN revealed I was pregnant. This was a big deal for us, as we were nearly 40 and hadn't originally planned on having children. We began to hope for the arrival of this new life.
I suppressed my overwhelming joy and went home to tell my husband the good news. Upon hearing the news, he seemed to be in a daze for a few minutes before hugging me tightly and shouting loudly. Then, he nervously held my shoulders, asking if I was too excited and might hurt the baby. Being
an older mother is indeed difficult; I experienced all the exhaustion, nausea, and swelling I was used to. To ensure a healthy pregnancy, I even minimized my visits to the tutoring center, leaving everything to Feifei. After ten months of pregnancy, I finally gave birth. My husband and I took a family photo. In the picture, we smiled sweetly, successful in our careers and blessed with a son. What more could a husband ask for?
That evening, my husband called to say he was busy at the tutoring center and wouldn't be home until later. Having not been to the tutoring center in a while, I thought it would be good to take the child there. I put the child in his high chair and drove there.
I pressed the elevator button and arrived at the top floor office, but Feifei wasn't there at the secretary's desk. I checked the time; it was almost 10 pm, so she had probably already left.
I reached out to push open my husband's office door, but heard sounds that shouldn't have been there.
It was a woman's moans.
My outstretched hand froze in mid-air, my face frozen. I slowly pushed open the door, and there lay Feifei's slender, pale body on the desk, my naked husband on top of her. I gritted my teeth and slowly uttered each word: "Is this your excuse for being too busy?" The coldness in my voice made my hands, which were holding our child, tremble. My husband, who was lost in the pleasure of the woman's body, looked at me in shock, and knelt beside me without even putting on his clothes, begging for my forgiveness.
I glared at Feifei, who slowly put on her clothes: "I treat you like a sister, and this is how you repay me?" Her previously shy face seemed to have changed completely, her eyes filled with a gentle, alluring light: "Did I ever ask you to treat me well?" Her tone was full of innocence. She picked up her coat and strode outside, saying, "Besides, it was your husband who provoked me. Don't blame others for not controlling your own husband." I collapsed to the ground. My husband held me and the child tightly, begging for forgiveness. He said he had to be patient because of my pregnancy, but his body was very weak after giving birth, and he was afraid I would be too tired, so he refrained from having sex with me.
That's why he acted impulsively and promised never to do it again. I looked at my husband's repentant face: "You really won't betray me again?" "I swear." Later, Feifei voluntarily resigned from her job, and my husband and I returned to our normal lives. He just stopped going to tutoring classes and spent more time at home with me and the child. We hired a professional manager to handle the tutoring classes.
Our marriage had cracks, but I loved him and trusted him. My world couldn't exist without my husband. We would gradually mend these cracks, no matter how long it took.
Was it really over?
This vixen hadn't even officially appeared yet, how could it end so easily? Hehe, to be honest, the tutoring center owner is really a jerk. His wife got pregnant, so he replaced his wife with a baby. Whose fault is that?
This time, the owner's wife is actually a good person, but who told her to be so stupid? She entrusted all her husband's affairs to another woman. Shouldn't we have known she'd cheat?
I was planning to quit the night they found out, but out of sheer boredom, I sent a shikigami to their house to check on them, and I discovered something really funny.
The husband's slightly dried-out corpse was placed on the dining chair, and next to the wife was a baby table. She was happily feeding the baby while chatting softly with her corpse husband. The family was enjoying dinner together. It was really too interesting!
I recalled my shikigami and clicked my tongue. Humans are really interesting. Sometimes they even deceive themselves, burying their wounds deep in their hearts, thinking that if they can't see them, they don't exist.
Human hearts, oh human hearts... hehe...
I leaned on the pillow and lay on the bed, looking out the window. The clear night sky was dotted with a few twinkling stars, and there was a faint meow outside the window. I opened the window, and a cream-colored tabby cat darted in and settled on the windowsill. Its round eyes blinked as it watched me. I reached out and gently stroked the back of its neck, and it meowed contentedly, its eyes
half-closed. It seemed to be a little cat demon who had cultivated for several years. Usually, I would chase away these kinds of little demons to keep them out of sight, but perhaps I was just bored and had unusually let it into the house.
A hundred years ago, I too had quietly perched on a carved wooden windowsill.
It belonged to the third young lady of a wealthy family, whose eyes always curved into a gentle smile, her lips curving into a warm smile. She was ten years old that year, and I was given my name by repeating the character from her given name. I always carried it with me, even while eating and sleeping.
I loved early spring, leaning against the window with the young lady, watching the garden begin to bloom. She would hold me in her arms, her cheek pressed against my fur, and talk about everything, big and small, happening in the family.
Sometimes I was very happy, when my wife praised my handwriting, or when my husband returned from a long business trip and brought back some rare and precious gifts for the children.
Sometimes I was very sad, like when my second concubine tripped my young mistress during a meal, breaking a bowl and causing her to be scolded by my husband. Or when my second young mistress tore up my exercise paper while the teacher wasn't looking.
Hearing these things always made me very angry.

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