[A Wife's Heart is Like a Knife] Chapter 48

Author: Yao
Published: December 10, 2017
Original: Yes
First Published: No
The woman was deeply moved, constantly hugging the man tightly. Her hands held him close to her chest, as if trying to
keep him inside her body.
I couldn't see Lin Qian's face, but I seemed to know her expression at that moment...
The sounds of a woman's casual laughter drifted from outside the study.
My mind was torn between two completely opposite worlds, a contradiction that was impossible to continue...
In the scene, below her vagina, at the opening where the two were joined, a glistening stream of fluid was flowing down. The fluid seemed
very viscous, trembling as it flowed longer and longer, yet it didn't fall.
As it trembled, it hung down from above like beads, eventually connecting to the sheets. With
the movements of the two, it trembled back and forth. The trembling became faster and faster.
I know that women secrete that extremely excited substance when they are extremely excited, as a way to protect themselves. That substance
could only mean how excited Lin Qian was.
Given the length of Yang Taozi's penis, I don't know how deep it actually went in. How could Lin Qian endure
such a depth?
I saw Lin Qian's reaction: she suddenly used her arms and legs to tightly hug that small, thin body, her hands
and legs trembling.
I could see the glistening moisture on her snow-white body; I could tell she was sweating profusely, and I could tell
how much she was suffering.
I couldn't help but jump back. Actually, the video was very short.
At the end, the penis of that little devil-like man was suddenly pulled out. Her snow-white body
trembled violently.
This was the last scene; the moment it was pulled out,
white liquid splattered. It was like the blood splattering when a knife is pulled out in a movie.
The image showed the core of her snow-white body being pulled out, an open, empty hole.
I felt it looked like a grinning ghost face.
Outside the door, the laughter of women in the sunny afternoon could be heard.
Editing videos is a very tedious and troublesome process; often, you need to edit it bit by bit.
But after watching it once, I finally gave up on that approach. I probably couldn't concentrate that much.
So, I thought later, I didn't really need to be so meticulous. I'm not a filmmaker; there's no need
to make the video perfect. I guess I was just feeling guilty, that's why I wanted to make it perfect…
If it's just about not letting people know who's in the video, it's much simpler.
The angle of this video is fixed.
I just need to forcibly remove the audio track and cut out the side of Lin Qian's face that might appear
.
That way, I don't need to look closely at anything. And I won't give anything away…
With my mind made up, I started editing like crazy.
By 10:30 that night, I had actually finished processing the video with great efficiency.
With the job done, I felt relieved. I comforted myself: it's just for my colleagues; the female
lead is a complete stranger to them. And that's it.
They don't know who these things are anyway.
That night, I actually slept very well
…
The next day.
After arriving at the company in the morning, I handed the camera in to the HR department.
I sat in the office for a short while…
Xiao Gong sneaked over to find me with the hard drive. A few people followed him outside, but they waited
outside and didn't come in. After all, my status was different now, and they were still a bit hesitant.
It seemed Xiao Gong had boasted quite a bit, as the people outside kept glancing this way
.
Xiao Gong wasn't using a regular external hard drive, but a hard drive reader—a
rare, black gadget that could directly accept a regular SATA computer hard drive.
"Boss, I brought the hard drive. You must have copied the videos, right?" he asked shamelessly.
I used to have a good impression of him. But seeing him now made me very unhappy: This guy's mind must be filled with
this stuff all day long.
While copying the videos to his laptop, I pretended to be completely nonchalant, but my hands were actually
trembling slightly.
I hadn't actually watched the videos very carefully.
After copying them, I even regretted not watching them again from beginning to end.
A lingering worry lingered in my mind: what if something was missing...?
While I was pondering these thoughts, he suddenly asked, "Boss, is this the complete version? Why is the video file
so small?"
I retorted, annoyed. "How should I know? It's downloaded from the internet, not some American blockbuster."
He wasn't distrustful, but he muttered to himself, "...that's why it's so short. I absolutely adore this actress's figure
..." He glanced at the colleagues waiting outside, looking somewhat disappointed.
As Xiao Gong walked out, I casually remarked, "Don't spread it around. It's best
to delete it after you've watched it. Having this kind of stuff on your computer these days is almost like being caught soliciting prostitution—you'll be in jail."
He grinned. "Don't worry. I have thousands of pieces of evidence on my hard drive. Even if I get caught, this
one won't make a difference."
I could only feign indifference.
After he left, I immediately closed the door and began checking the hard drive he had brought.
His hard drive contained a vast number of video files.
He even meticulously categorized the downloaded Japanese and Western adult films and images by date, month, and
details about the actresses' figures, all with remarkable order. He even included recommended videos and
images.
He put far more effort into these things than he did at his regular job.
Wandering through the vast sea of various film categories felt like navigating the
alleyways of a giant city.
Finally, I found Lin Qian's video in a corner. It was still in image format
, so it was categorized under images.
An instinct told me I recognized it instantly: the thumbnail still showed her genitals and the splattered white fluid
…
I selected it,
deleted it, and
cleaned it up. I knew hard drive recovery software could 　　recover
deleted files without copying anything new . 　　So, to be safe, I randomly copied a few more videos to my hard drive, pasted them in, and then deleted and 　　cleaned them up again. 　　The copied content prevented the recovery software from working. 　　I repeated this process several times before cleaning them up again. I also restarted the hard drive twice. 　　Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. 　　“After this, nothing else matters to me…” 　　I unplugged the hard drive, convincing myself to focus on my work and get everything done. As for those masturbating geeks, let them do 　　whatever they want, let them masturbate until they die. 　　Time seems to pass faster when you're immersed in work. 　　At noon, Xiao Gong took the opportunity of lunch to ask me about the video again. Several colleagues were with him nearby 　　. They seemed unsatisfied and wanted to find more. 　　I made up a few excuses to get by… 　　In the afternoon, the boss suddenly came to my office and chatted with me for a bit. Before leaving, he invited me to his home for dinner 　　. 　　This was somewhat unexpected but also somewhat expected. 　　Actually, I had heard rumors two months ago—the boss was going to be transferred to headquarters. After this promotion 　　meeting, the matter was settled. 　　This invitation that evening was probably a farewell. 　　The boss lives in Century Garden. 　　This is a very famous high-end residential area in our city. It's also a development example we often study in our work. 　　The park covers an area of approximately 480,000 square meters. However, the residential area only accounts for 20% of the park area, with the remaining 　　80% being gardens. 　　It is currently the high-end residential area with the largest proportion of green space in the city. 　　Basically, driving in feels no different from entering a park. 　　Its location is also excellent. The subway station and train station are both within one kilometer. The surrounding primary and 　　secondary schools are among the top key schools in the city. 　　Cinemas and large shopping malls are all within a five-minute walk. 　　Houses in this kind of community are highly sought after by white-collar workers, and can be said to be in high demand but short supply. 　　This development company made its name with this apartment complex. I wonder how many shady dealings they pulled 　　to acquire such prime land. 　　The boss treated me to a private dinner that evening. 　　The internal struggles of a large company are often no less intense than the political infighting of a country. Factional conflicts 　　are never absent. 　　Choosing sides is crucial. My promotion this time was due to my own efforts, but also to the ebb and flow of power between factions 　　. 　　The boss's wife had already resigned and gone to the city where he was being transferred to take care of things. So, 　　the boss cooked dinner himself: 　　braised shrimp and tiger-skin green peppers. We had a couple of drinks. After dinner, we went to the balcony to overlook half the city 　　. 　　When the wind blew, we could hear the rustling of the nearly century-old trees. 　　The conversation mostly revolved around the company's factional entanglements. 　　And then, the boss revealed something that surprised me—he planned to sell this apartment in Century Garden 　　. 　　He leaned against the balcony railing, somewhat wistfully, and said, "The current national policy restricts multiple properties. My 　　new position is sensitive, and I won't be here for a long time. So I'm thinking of selling it. Do you have any plans to buy a house?" 　　Frankly, buying a house in Century Garden has always been my dream. 　　He then told me that if I was interested, he would offer me the lowest market price. That's equivalent to a direct 　　discount of over 400,000 yuan. 　　This area is coveted by all the white-collar workers in the city; houses are extremely scarce. 　　Even buying a second-hand house here is about 15% more expensive than new houses in the surrounding area. 　　I didn't expect him to mention selling this house, especially at the lowest possible price. 　　This is something I would definitely agree to. 　　I bought my own house quite early. Although prices were already rising (and I already thought it was very expensive), 　　I had to buy it because I was getting married. 　　After I bought it, prices skyrocketed. I'm always so glad I did. 　　And if I had lived in Century Garden earlier, someone like Yang Taozi wouldn't even 　　be able to get in such a high-end community. Sometimes I think, if I had been rich back then and could have bought a house in such an expensive neighborhood, many 　　things wouldn't have happened. 　　This was really good news. 　　I practically rushed home to tell Lin Qian the good news. She rushed over and hugged me after hearing my story, "Husband 　　, you're amazing!" 　　She continued happily, "Oh, the child can go directly to the top-tier experimental primary school!" 　　"Of course. Century Garden is also a school district property." 　　... 　　For the next month or so, I was almost constantly busy with paperwork and borrowing money. My savings of many years 　　were almost instantly depleted. 　　I sold the old house, added my own savings from over the years, borrowed some from relatives, and used connections to get 　　a loan from the bank. After running around to raise the initial funds, everything was finally settled. The rest was just a matter of paying monthly. 　　My boss was transferred. 　　He left very decisively. 　　And after more than a month of busy work, my living environment finally changed. 　　This was an environment I truly loved. 　　Many things felt like a dream. It 　　was completely different from the chaotic neighborhood I used to live in. Clean, peaceful, and the professionalism of the property management company is 　　completely different. 　　Coming home feels like a good night's sleep—calm, secure, and comfortable, allowing you to relax 　　completely.

From the balcony, you can see most of the city, including the riverbank in the distance. It gives you a sense of vastness, like you can see the whole world.
Lin Qian's relationships with her neighbors in the community are surprisingly good.
Two weeks after we officially moved in, many people in the area seemed to know Lin Qian.
She rarely greets these people, but she seems to have quickly become a well-known figure among the wealthy families
.
Every day when we come back, people greet us everywhere. It makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
Life is as calm as still water.
The beautiful ladies and wives in the community sometimes invite Lin Qian to participate in some community charity events. Lin
Qian doesn't usually like to go out much. She only occasionally agrees to participate.
On Friday afternoon,
she texted me after work saying that she was participating in an event in the owners' hall.
The owners' committee of such upscale communities is often quite wealthy. There is a huge courtyard donated by the owners
as a meeting room.
When I arrived, someone was playing the piano and singing in the European-style meeting room.
Looking in from the door,
I saw Lin Qian's slender figure, wearing a pink European-style long dress, sitting in front of the piano, playing. A blush graced her face
, and the music book in front of her was pristine white, with neat, elegant black lettering. She was playing
Jane Eyre.
She had been practicing piano since childhood, reaching level ten by junior high. She had practiced for at least sixteen years. After marrying me, she
touched it less often.
The black, gleaming piano had an indescribable coldness to it.
The women singing around her were all dressed in long dresses, their faces serious, looking very beautiful.
Behind them, other women sat or lay on sofas. The sunlight streaming in through the window
made Lin Qian feel as if she were enveloped in white light.
Lin Qian was a woman who exuded elegance. This atmosphere really suited her.
After finishing a song, Lin Qian greeted me at the door, "Honey, wait a moment."
I hadn't expected her to notice me while playing the piano, and I nodded. All
the women in the room were looking at me. It felt like I was the center of attention. I'm considered fairly good-looking in a crowd
, but not to the point that these women were staring at me so intensely.
I think most of those looks were from the perspective of "Lin Qian's husband." Women seem
to have this kind of mentality. For example, if Lin Qian is outstanding, they'll think "Lin Qian's husband" is also
outstanding.
So I might be seen as some kind of rare find.
I find Lin Qian's popularity in the neighborhood rather strange. She's always been rather aloof
. From what I can tell, in those years in that old neighborhood, she rarely
interacted with other people.
"Actually, I rarely greet them. They're the ones who come to me," Lin Qian
said to me earnestly as she walked home, stepping carefully on the white marble among the withered grass. Century Garden has a large green area, almost
like a park.
I laughed beside her, "Your wife is so popular, it's unstoppable."
"Hehe, you think your wife is popular too!" She ran forward along the path with her hands behind her back, the wind blowing
through her pink dress like a beautiful swan.
Life moves forward in this tranquility. Work-related matters, like the video incident, seem to be
going as I expected, without any problems. Everything
seems
fine. The only minor flaw is…
I have a strange unease; I keep feeling Lin Qian's face is slightly flushed.
It might be my imagination.
That evening at dinner, I kept observing her.
Actually, I noticed this before when we moved, but it was less noticeable then.
I assumed she was just tired from moving.
Now, a week has passed, and she's no longer busy. The fact that she's still like this is
a bit alarming.
And recently, I've noticed other changes in her.
For example, when shopping at the high-end boutique, she seems interested in clothes that are subtly revealing, like
V-neck dresses (those black dresses with a V-shaped slit at the chest),
which she never used to look at.
And at night, I noticed she sleeps naked from the waist down. She used to always sleep in pajamas
. She has a lot of pajamas because she always feels that sleeping naked is unclean, so she buys a lot of pajamas.
I asked her about it, and she said she read in some articles that sleeping like that is better for your health.
As for clothing, although she doesn't wear revealing clothes, she wears some transparent sexy lingerie underneath
.
I originally bought these lingerie for her to wear during sex for fun.
She would never wear them out during the day, not even as an undergarment...
This
morning after getting up, I sat at the white wooden dining table in the living room eating breakfast.
This new house is a duplex, meaning one house is divided into two floors by a staircase. All the bedrooms are on the upper floor.
The dining room, kitchen, and living room are on the lower floor.
Lin Qian was trying on clothes in front of the full-length mirror in the small bathroom in the living room not far from me. She was wearing a blue floral
A-line skirt.
It was a skirt that made her tall figure look very beautiful.
The problem was that the little swan print on the skirt was transparent. At first glance, it looked very dignified and no different from ordinary clothes
. But upon closer inspection, you could see the underwear underneath through the pattern.
After she finished tying her skirt, she turned around with a smile and asked me, "Isn't my wife pretty?"
I poked at the noodles in my bowl with my chopsticks and said, "The skirt has a nice design, but isn't it a little revealing?"
She had been adjusting her skirt behind her back, but then she turned her head and stared at me for a few seconds.
Then she suddenly leaned closer to me and said, "Is my husband jealous?"
I could smell her familiar, faint fragrance.
She looked at my face and said, "How novel! I've never seen my husband jealous before."
I really hadn't shown any of that. Besides, her previous habits wouldn't have made me react this way.
I put down my chopsticks and said, "You didn't seem to like these kinds of clothes before."
Actually, this dress wasn't that outrageous. It wasn't that I really couldn't accept these things.
What puzzled me was the change itself.
She patted my hands and said, "Okay, fine, if my husband's unhappy, I won't wear it."
Lin Qian seemed very happy that day. Like she'd won the lottery.
Even when she came back to cook dinner in the afternoon, she was humming a song. It was as if discovering I was jealous was something that made her very happy.
At dinner that night, she cuddled me like she was coaxing a child. She even wanted me to sit on her lap and feed me. She seemed particularly
excited. I couldn't understand why she was so happy about something like this.
Then, in the following days,
I noticed that she really didn't wear those clothes anymore, and even her usual clothing
choices completely returned to her old style.
There was no longer that previous tendency.
Just as she herself said. She won't wear it if I don't like it.
However,
her habit of sleeping naked at night hasn't changed.
I haven't mentioned this to her.
But in the last two days, I've noticed that she's even taken off her top, sleeping completely naked.
It's like she's very hot.
I vaguely feel that her face seems to be getting redder and redder.
I'm not sure if it's just my imagination. It's like there's a fire smoldering inside an object in the dark... [
To be continued]
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