Chapter 51 of "A Wife's Heart is Like a Knife"

Author: Yao
Published: January 28, 2018
Original: Yes
First Published: No
In my fantasy, I was incredibly powerful, conquering a harlot. But before my eyes, my own woman was
screaming beneath someone else.
I felt a chill on my brow, the sweat trickling down my neck like the sinister hand of a ghost.
The woman's arms were outstretched, gripping the sides of the table tightly. Her long legs trembled almost uncontrollably.
The cleft was as tight as an arrow piercing bone. From around it,
a ring of white liquid seeped out, slowly leaking like a blood-soaked body
sack.
I stood there, stunned.
I didn't see what was playing on the TV wall. I didn't know what the people around me were saying.
Then, suddenly, someone ran in from outside, shouting.
The men in the hall scattered like monkeys, some frantically mopping the floor, others picking up
cigarette butts. The TV on the wall was turned off.
The blue smoke from cigarettes lingered above people's heads like vengeful spirits. It hadn't been noticeable before, but
now it was quite obvious. Someone waved a broom, fanning themselves as if trying to disperse it.
Old Cai's voice had already drifted far away, "The woman from the meeting is back..."
Old A patted my shoulder beside me, "Let's go. It's not good to stay any longer."
I numbly returned to my office.
Inside.
There were some things I really couldn't wait any longer.
Ten minutes later, I asked for leave.
I planned to go home to find Lin Qian; some things I couldn't tolerate any longer. I was certain that the culprit was Yang Taozi,
so the woman must be Lin Qian without a doubt.
She had cheated on me again.
There was no point in forgiving her anymore.
It was Monday, and according to usual work habits, Lin Qian would be home resting in the afternoon shift.
When I got home, the house was empty; Lin Qian hadn't returned yet.
The room exuded a clean and familiar atmosphere. After moving here, I couldn't express how happy I was. But now,
I felt an indescribable sadness.
I went to the study and pulled up the footage of Lin Qian and Yang Taozi's affair in the bedroom.
I called Xiao Gong a few times during that time. I wanted to ask him which website he downloaded the video from. I planned to download it and
talk to Lin Qian about it.
His phone was constantly switched off. I don't know why.
But that's not important. I've made up my mind. I still have some things to do.
Then, I checked Yang Taozi's work records on the computer.
I keep backups of some company software at home. This is a sensitive matter;
I can check Yang Taozi's attendance records.
The spreadsheet for the most recent month shows that he's been working every day with good attendance.
This person seems to be the disciplined, honest type, with almost no record of being late or leaving early.
I frowned slightly, leaned back in my chair, and looked at the attendance sheets for the last three weeks twice more.
He came to work every day.
No absences.
So,
how did he get together with Lin Qian? This is a bit strange…
I hesitated in my chair for a while.
Suddenly, a question popped into my head—was it possible that Lin Qian…had gone to a construction site thousands of miles away on her own
?
For example, Yang Taozi didn't come, but she went to Yang Taozi's place!
This was a startling thought…
I suddenly realized how ridiculous I was. I looked up Yang Taozi, but I never considered that Lin Qian could go
to him. Although it's thousands of miles away, trains are fast these days. She could easily go early and return late!
Actually,
it's not that it's particularly hard to imagine. I think it's not that I can't think of it, but that I—don't want to
think about it.
But now I have to figure it out.
I found Lin Qian's ID card at home, along with her bank cards and various other documents. These documents
are kept together at home.
I used her ID number to log online and check her train ticket purchases. High-speed rail has been
a major high-tech symbol of the country in recent years. Plus, some Muslim uncles in the Middle East like to carry out bombings. So ticket
checks are quite strict; it's difficult to board without a valid ID.
But I checked, and there was nothing…
none of the ticketing apps had any records.
She hadn't bought a train ticket at all in the past two months.
That afternoon, I checked many things I could think of,
but suddenly I had no clue.
Lin Qian hadn't returned yet,
and unwilling to give up, I carefully searched every corner of the house, looking for everything I could find.
I found no trace of her.
I only found that chiffon dress from the Shu Nu Fang brand. She still had it, and the buttons weren't even patched
.
It was carefully hanging in our closet, visible as soon as the door was opened, and covered very well with a cloth cover. I
hadn't paid attention to this dress before, but now it seemed like I was looking at it every day when I took out clothes.
It was strange. But after that, I had almost never seen her wear this dress...
My mood was restless.
Time began to drag on uncomfortably.
Theoretically, it should be Lin Qian's time to get off work. She was probably already on her way home.
I sat on the sofa on the first floor of the duplex, lost in thought.
Xiao Gong suddenly called. I hadn't been able to get through to him before. I wondered what he was up to.
"Brother, I knew you were going to call me." He then asked, a little smugly, "You want the video,
right?"
I wasn't in the mood for small talk. "Send it to me." "
It's already uploaded to the company cloud drive. Go to the company's..."
I hung up the phone. I logged in on my phone. Xiao Gong was always exceptionally serious when doing things like this.
The cloud drive file contained not only the video but also its original website. It was an overseas video
website called xx. I checked, and the original release time was 1:30 AM the night before last.
That is, the night after I stayed at the hotel on my wedding anniversary.
"..."
I downloaded the video.
This was obviously a privately filmed video, less than 100MB in size, completely
incomparable to the AVs I usually watch.
The download was very fast on my phone.
Then I sat on the sofa and watched it.
To my surprise, at the end of the video, when that thing went in, there was no
shot of that little hand showing...
I was a little dumbfounded.
Did I see it wrong?
I kept sitting on the sofa, watching the video, watching
it over and over again,
the black thing repeatedly going in, the white liquid overflowing,
but there really wasn't...
When Lin Qian came back, I was still sitting there watching the video. She was changing her shoes at the door and said, "Oh, my husband
is home."
I didn't say anything when she said that, and she didn't seem to care. After changing her shoes, she carried the groceries she bought into
the kitchen. "I haven't taken care of my Black Prince (succulents) yet. Dinner will be a little later tonight." I hummed in agreement and
didn't say anything.
I sat on the living room sofa, watching the video. She didn't look at what I was watching.
She tied her hair up and mopped the floor from the bathroom to the living room. Then she went to the balcony to tend to the
succulents.
I sat there watching her. She was wearing a white silk bodycon dress that day. She took off her coat after coming home,
but she was still wearing stockings. Those white stockings.
She was lying on the floor, pruning the plants on the balcony. I sat there aimlessly, watching
her in the afternoon sunlight.
She was beautiful, and when she was working, she had a beautiful still-life quality, like a painting. But I didn't know
where to begin, or what I wanted to say. I just looked at her through the phone.
She then put the flowerpots on the balcony window and leaned over the windowsill to tend to the plants.
I watched her, and some things seemed a little indistinct...
I took a picture of her from behind with my phone.
On the phone screen was her rounded buttocks, encased in snow-white stockings.
Bathed in sunlight, they resembled a plump fruit.
I felt they looked a lot like the one in the video, yet I wasn't sure.
Sometimes it's like something you're very familiar with. You stare at it for a long time, and it starts to feel strange
.
But something just didn't feel right…
She was intently pruning the plant branches, oblivious to me.
I was filming her with my phone, and then the battery started to run low.
Above her ample buttocks on the screen was a line of text: "Low battery, please charge."
I persisted in filming,
the frame rate slowing down
, one frame after another. Then, the screen suddenly shrank, then brightened again.
She was shaking incessantly in the middle of the screen. Pressing the record button again had no effect; the screen began
to flicker rapidly, like her buttocks trembling.
Then, it suddenly froze, her buttocks appearing bleached on the screen. Then it grew whiter and whiter, until finally
completely white.
The white light on the screen lasted for about two or three seconds, then the phone suddenly went dark, completely black.
Like the silence after an climax.
I tossed my phone onto the sofa.
She was still bathed in sunlight. Her snow-white stockings still perfectly hugged her hips, like a
sacred object.
"Honey, what are you doing?" she suddenly turned around, holding a small shovel.
"Nothing..." Actually, before coming back, I had really planned to question her.
But now I didn't know where to begin.
PS: I created a Google community called "A Wife's Heart is a Knife" on my Google GM account
. Those interested can search for "A Wife's Heart is a Knife."

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