My Memoir

A few days ago, I suddenly had the idea to write down my experiences over the years. One reason was to share them with everyone, and the most important reason was that recalling these experiences always fills me with excitement. You might not believe it, but this feeling is truly more pleasurable and exhilarating than sex. Since this is my first time writing, and my writing style is quite basic, please bear with me if you like it. I'm just writing whatever comes to mind, so please don't mind the details; the important thing is the authenticity. Because I'm really afraid of revealing my privacy—based on my own experience—not every friend or colleague who seems polite and respectable on the surface might actually be a pervert behind the scenes. Therefore, all place names and personal names in this article will be redacted. I can only tell you that these events took place in a large coastal city, where I currently reside.
The story might be a bit long, so I'll start with myself. I'm a post-85s generation, from Northeast China, 1.8 meters tall, and of above-average looks. Around the age of 20, I was harassed by at least three gay men, but I genuinely didn't have that interest, so that was the end of it. Over the years, I've slept with quite a few women, and I can say that I've basically succeeded with any woman I really wanted to sleep with. But my biggest regret so far is that I've never deflowered a woman (actually, I've slept with two virgins, but knowing I couldn't marry them, I didn't go through with it; I have a very strong sense of responsibility). But that's not the main point, so I won't go into details. I was born in a small county town in Northeast China. My dad was in the timber business, so we were relatively well-off. I was a late bloomer. Although I had a crush on a girl since the third grade, I didn't even know what a penis was until the second year of junior high. After that, I was hooked. I would watch pornographic DVDs and read erotic novels whenever I had free time, but at the time I would just feel blushing and my heart would race; I didn't feel anything special. Later, I started having wet dreams, which felt pretty good, but I didn't masturbate. I had a wet dream about once a month. Who would have thought that my first time masturbating would be with another boy? It was after I graduated from junior high and went to a vocational school. One time, we went out for a few days, and the three of us boys slept on a kang (a heated brick bed). One night, I suddenly woke up and felt my penis feel very good. As I continued to feel it, I realized that a hand was grabbing my erect penis, but it wasn't my hand; it was the hand of my second brother, who was sleeping next to me. My second brother was usually more refined than me, fair-skinned, and a little effeminate. What was he doing? Although it startled me, my lower body felt incredibly good. My penis had never been so hard before, and I didn't want to leave that feeling. So I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, enjoying the pleasure. After a while, my lower back went numb, and my mind went blank. That's how I completed my first masturbation in another man's hands. Afterwards, I was very wet down there. There were no tissues, so I just wiped myself with a pillowcase. My brother withdrew his hand. To be honest, I still don't know if he was asleep or if it was intentional. The next day, I started thinking about what had happened. In the morning, I also masturbated for a while in the bathroom, and it felt quite good. From that day on, I learned how to masturbate. Later, masturbating while watching porn became a regular occurrence. I don't know when I started to like erotic novels; I read all kinds, but I'd lose interest after a while. The only thing I never tired of was cuckoldry novels (my favorite was "The Young Woman Bai Jie," and later there was another one called "Talking About What My Wife Has Been Doed Over the Years," which I couldn't get enough of). When I was 19, my first girlfriend appeared. She was a doctor, five years older than me, and still a virgin. Actually, she had a boyfriend at the time. We slept together a few times. She genuinely wanted to give herself to me, but the most intense time, even with a third of my penis inside, I couldn't bear to see her in pain, so I ended up using my hand and mouth. Later, she got married. Once, when her husband was away on a business trip, we had my first real sexual experience in their marital home. I didn't feel much; I ejaculated in about five minutes. She got up and made me dumplings, and we went out for a walk in the afternoon before parting ways. I never saw her again after that. Later, I slept with a few more women, but none of them left a particularly lasting impression. Then I went abroad for two years. After returning, I traveled all over half of China until I met my wife in Binhai... ... At the time, I had some money. My friend in Binhai knew I hadn't found a suitable job, so he invited me to come and see if I could do business there. He also wanted to return to Binhai to develop his career. He had been working in other cities and wanted to start a business with me. So I went to his house. It was a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, just the couple living there. Because my friend was rarely home, and his wife often stayed at her parents' house near her company, I heard that one of the smaller bedrooms was rented to her best friend. She was usually there, but not on weekends. I arrived on a weekend, so I didn't see her. The next day, I met my wife for the first time. Her name was Yaoyao. She was three years older than me, 1.7 meters tall, very fair-skinned, and had impeccably long legs. Actually, I didn't have any special feelings when I first saw her; I just thought she had a good temperament and was very tall. Besides, I knew she had a boyfriend at the time, who was a local and quite well-off. So, we became roommates. The couple lived in the master bedroom, Yaoyao lived in the second bedroom, and I lived in the small bedroom. My friend went out of town again for some time to finish up some work, saying he'd be back soon and I should wait at his place. After he left, his wife didn't come back often either, so it was just me and Yao Yao at home. Yao Yao worked during the day and came home to stay at night. I cooked for her, and after dinner, she and her boyfriend would talk on the phone for a while, and the rest of the time we'd watch TV and chat together. I remember one night she came out wearing hot pants and a blue and white striped casual shirt after taking a shower. I was stunned when I saw her legs—they were so beautiful! A line from the movie "Young and Dangerous" popped into my head: "Damn! I could play with those legs all night!" It was from that moment that I started to have lustful thoughts about Yao Yao. Oh, right, a couple of nights before and after that, yes, Friday, my sister-in-law, Yao Yao, her boyfriend, and I had dinner together. But my sister-in-law was worried that Yao Yao's boyfriend would suspect something, so she told me not to say I was staying at her place, but that I was staying nearby waiting for her husband to come back from out of town. The meal was quite pleasant. Yao Yao's boyfriend, Lu Ping, was about 176cm tall, decent-looking, and worked at a joint venture company in Binhai. He owned a car and a house (I later learned he was divorced). After dinner, my sister-in-law drove me home, and Yao Yao's boyfriend took her away. On the way home and over the next weekend, my sister-in-law told me many stories about Yao Yao, such as how she didn't meet a good man when she was young, wasting her prime years, and now that she's older, she's anxious to get married. She said people have introduced her to two divorced men (actually three; the first divorced man was someone she dated herself), saying that men are driven by their lower instincts, and that her first boyfriend was a taxi driver who always wanted to have sex with her no matter how late he came home. Actually, my sister-in-law and Yao Yao hadn't known each other for very long. Yao Yao's family was pressuring her to get married, and she didn't want to live at home anymore. My sister-in-law's family needed someone to keep her company and look after the house, so they let Yao Yao live with them, paying a token rent each month. Yao Yao usually came home at night and was picked up by her boyfriend on weekends. They'd only been dating this boyfriend for about three months. Back to the point, ever since I saw Yao Yao's beautiful legs, I've had some wicked thoughts. It started with increasingly risqué jokes, then I deliberately touched her inappropriately, and finally, I even secretly kissed her cheek. She didn't seem too angry, but there was no real progress. She continued going to get off work every day and being picked up by her boyfriend on weekends. About two weeks later, one evening after we came back from grocery shopping, I took a shower first, then Yao Yao went to shower. I was watching TV in the living room when I heard Yao Yao crying and calling for me from the bathroom. I tentatively knocked on the door and asked her what was wrong. She said her stomach was suddenly hurting so badly. I said I'd come in and help her. She didn't say anything, so I went in. When I entered, I found her squatting on the floor wearing only flesh-colored underwear, her perfect figure on full display. I tried to control my racing heart. I went over and helped her up, then took her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I found her medicine and brought her water. Finally, I said, "Let me massage your stomach." I pulled back the covers, rubbed my hands together to warm them, and then placed them on her stomach. Her arms were covering her breasts, pressing them out of shape. Actually, I had already noticed; Yao Yao's breasts weren't small, and her nipples were quite large as well. I asked her if she felt better, and she said it felt quite comfortable. I lay down next to her and said I'd massage her stomach a little longer. We didn't say anything, and I held her as we slept through the night, my penis rock hard. The next morning, when I woke up, I asked her if she was better. She said the pain was gone. Then, naturally, we intertwined our bodies and mouths. When the time was right, I was ready to get down to business, but she stopped me, saying we couldn't do *that*. I asked, "Then what should we do?" She thought for a moment and said, "Then lie down, and I'll kiss you." I obediently lay down, and she began kissing my body from top to bottom until she took my penis into her mouth. Her oral skills were quite good. As I focused on enjoying the pleasure coming from my genitals, I thought to myself, "Women from big cities are indeed extraordinary." I ejaculated in no more than ten minutes, half of it going into her mouth and half outside. I wondered if she would swallow it, but she spat it all out. Afterwards, we lay together, and she called her company to take the day off. Then we went out together for a day. After we became intimate, we naturally became much closer than before. When we came back that night, she didn't hold back, and we had sex for the first time. After that first time, we stayed in the same room every night, at least once a day (my sex addiction isn't that big; I've heard many people say they can have sex seven times a night, but that's something I can only dream of). My sexual ability is pretty good. Every time, I start with foreplay using my hands and mouth, and then I ride her for about half an hour. Yao Yao can usually reach one or two orgasms every time. The most amazing time was when I ejaculated, and she was trembling down there, like she was having a spasm. After we finished, she said to me, "Zhang Ailing said: 'The way to a woman's heart is through her vagina.' You've achieved that."
So, Yao Yao slept with me during the week and with Lu Ping on weekends. I was happy with it. Every Friday night or Saturday morning, I would stand on the balcony watching Lu Ping pick up Yao Yao, thinking to myself, "You idiot, your girlfriend has been moaning on my dick countless times." Every time this happened, a wave of pleasure would surge through me, and I'd desperately want to rush into Yao Yao's room and masturbate with her panties and stockings. But usually, my sister-in-law would be home, so it wasn't convenient for me to do that. A year later, whenever I thought about it, I realized I was the real idiot. Every time I watched my wife being picked up by Lu Ping to have sex... sigh! Oh, I forgot to mention, before Yao Yao and I got together, I often went to her room after she went to work and masturbated with her panties and stockings. I even found half a box of condoms in her bedside table. The first time we had sex, she just grabbed one from there and put it on me. At the time, I didn't care because we had already agreed that we were just sexual partners, each getting what we needed, and that we could never actually be together. Based on this premise, she told me a lot about her past, such as her first love, whom she dated for five years. He was an unlicensed taxi driver and treated her very well. They lived at her house for a long time and often went on trips together during holidays (Yaoyao loves to travel). She even had an abortion. They originally wanted to get married, but one time she discovered that he frequently went out to see prostitutes. Although he knelt down and begged for forgiveness, they still broke up in the end. Later, she got together with a workshop foreman at her company. They were together for less than two years, and their relationship was excellent. However, because he was divorced and came from a poor family (her first marriage was a live-in marriage), her family strongly opposed it, and they eventually broke up. But deep down, she loved him the most. I've met this guy before, and I have a lot of photos of him at home. Let's call him Xiao Zhu. Xiao Zhu is very handsome, really handsome, and quite tall. He's two years younger than Yao Yao, and from what I've gotten to know him, he's a very nice person. Yao Yao even said he has the biggest penis of all her boyfriends (by the way, Xiao Zhu has always been the object of my cuckoldry fantasies; I always thought he was the most likely candidate for achieving that goal). Later, someone introduced her to a man much older than her, very rich. He gave her a car after only a few days of knowing her, but after spending some time together, she didn't feel anything and they broke up, saying they hadn't slept together. Then came Lu Ping, also introduced by someone else. They got along well in all aspects, so they started dating. As far as I can remember, this relationship lasted for about two months at most. During this time, my friend came back once but left again, saying things weren't settled over there yet, and I also found a job temporarily. One day, Yao Yao told me she had broken up with Lu Ping because we had actually developed real feelings for each other. I asked her why they broke up, and she said: First, Lu Ping had sexual problems. Although they had stayed together a few times (sometimes he would pick her up for a meal or a short trip on weekends and then send her back to her parents' house), they basically never succeeded. Second, she felt that Lu Ping probably had some psychological issues and a bad personality because he had been divorced, and his wife had cheated on him and he had divorced her. I initially thought the first point was also caused by the divorce and would get better over time, but after several attempts, it just didn't work. To be honest, I felt a little sorry for Lu Ping at the time; it was sad that a man like him would be like this! Later, we got together openly. My friends and their spouses were very surprised when they found out we were together, especially my friend, who didn't approve of our relationship and said she would introduce me to someone better. But I had truly fallen in love with Yao Yao, and she truly loved me too, so my friends could only wish us well. A year later, we got married. During that time, my friend and I started a company together, but it failed due to poor management. Our sex life was very harmonious until our daughter was born. During our courtship, Yao Yao knew I liked reading cuckoldry novels, and she called me a pervert. After we got married, I still read them often, and sometimes she would read with me for a while. When I asked her if she could accept it, she would again call me a pervert and tell me not to believe it, saying it was all just fiction. It's worth mentioning that to become a member of a certain website, she actually agreed to let me take some private photos of her and upload them there. However, the website was shut down a few days later, and that was the end of it. Occasionally, during sex, I would ask her about the details of her sex with her ex-boyfriends. She wouldn't go into much detail, at most mentioning who had the biggest size and who lasted the longest, saying she'd forgotten the details, only knowing that sex with me was the most pleasurable. So, most of the time, I had to fill in the blanks in my mind, because thinking about them would make me even more aroused. After our daughter was born, everything changed completely. Yao Yao devoted all her attention to her, but nothing changed. Even if we had sex once or twice a month, it was just a perfunctory affair. During those years, I ran a small company. While working there, I met a woman, and by a series of coincidences, I had an affair with her, which later developed into a long-term relationship. We maintained this relationship for about three years. As they say, secrets don't stay hidden forever. Yao Yao heard about it, but she only heard it; she had no proof. So I denied it vehemently, but my relationship with Yao Yao completely deteriorated. We argued constantly, small arguments every day, big arguments every three days. I couldn't take it anymore, so I moved into the company's apartment. To prevent her from coming to get me in the middle of the night, I didn't dare stay at my lover's place. Sometimes I didn't go home for a whole week. The incident happened a few months later, one weekend. On the way home from school, my daughter pointed to a tall Jeep Wrangler and said, "This car is the same as Uncle Xiao Lu's." I asked, "Which Uncle Xiao Lu?" She said, "He's Mom's friend. He said we're going to do business together." I asked again, "How do you know Uncle Xiao Lu's car is like this?" She said, "Because I've ridden in it twice. Once, the three of us went out for barbecue, and another time, Mom couldn't pick me up in time for my tutoring class, so Uncle Xiao Lu came to pick me up." A thought flashed through my mind. Could it be...? Deep down, I'd always hoped my wife would find a lover who could make her happy, whether it was a boss, a colleague, or an ex-boyfriend (specifically, Xiao Zhu; I know he's now a manager at a large hotel near my house, and they interact on Douyin). So, I decided to investigate secretly. About two or three days later, around 9:30 pm one night, I suddenly came home, but my wife wasn't there. My mother-in-law was making my daughter's bed, trying to put her to sleep. I asked my daughter, "Where's Mom?" She said she went out. I asked where, and she said she didn't know, only that she went to discuss business with Uncle Xiao Lu. I told my daughter to rest early, and I washed up and got into bed myself. But something felt off. It was past 10 pm, and she still wasn't home. What business could she be discussing? Something was definitely wrong! Thinking this, my blood started boiling. I fantasized about my wife being vigorously penetrated by her lover, and I started masturbating! But later events proved that I wasn't just fantasizing; it actually happened. I just never imagined it would be him! Just as things were getting heated, I heard the door open. Yao Yao was back. She was startled to see me lying on the bed. I asked her where she'd been. She said she'd gone for a walk with her best friend, and I didn't say anything more, because her lying expression was too obvious. Besides, I already had a plan in mind. She went to take a shower and came out a while later, lying on the bed. We were both playing on our phones, but our minds were definitely not on them. About 20 minutes later, I pretended to go to the bathroom, closed the door, and started rummaging through the laundry basket for her underwear that she had just taken off. Holy crap! She was wearing those black erotic panties today (not the really overtly erotic kind, though; the buttocks were transparent, and the front had lace flowers. She probably rarely wore them because the lace flowers were uncomfortable inside). My breathing immediately quickened, and my blood rushed to my head. There was also a matching lace bra next to her. I quickly flipped the panties over to check; there was indeed a small wet patch with a small amount of fresh discharge. I smelled it; there was a faint fishy and sour smell. Involuntarily, I grabbed the panties and started masturbating my already throbbing penis. After about ten strokes, I ejaculated—it had been so long since I'd ejaculated so satisfyingly! I flushed the toilet, quickly tidied the bathroom, and went back to bed to play on my phone, but my mind was racing. Now I was in a state of post-coital reflection, a bittersweet feeling rising within me. Many questions swirled in my mind: Who was he? What was their relationship besides lovers? Will our family break up because of this (I've never thought about divorce before, no matter what)? So many questions swirled around, but I decided to put everything else aside and find out who he really was first! It was already past 11 pm. I turned off my phone and pretended to sleep. After a while, I heard her lie down too. I don't know how much time passed, but when I heard her breathing become steady, I dared to slowly get up, take out her phone, and enter the password. It said "incorrect!" I thought I'd entered it wrong, so I tried again, still no luck! That's when I realized she'd changed her unlock password. A wave of desolation washed over me. After thinking for a moment, I realized I could only use fingerprint unlock. So, I quietly reached for her right hand and quietly slipped the phone under the covers...I was so nervous I was covered in sweat. What usually takes only a few seconds took me at least 15 minutes to finally solve. Calming my racing heart, I quickly opened WeChat and scrolled through today's chat history, but there was no relevant information. Searching for the word "road" yielded no clues. Hoping for the best, I found the chat history with the friend she mentioned, but their last contact was the day before yesterday, and they hadn't mentioned meeting today. I checked the call logs, still no clues. Thinking she must have deleted them, I searched her contacts and finally found a name and phone number saved as "Xiao Lu." I tried searching for this number on WeChat, and a contact named "Waiting" appeared, but the chat history was empty. I opened her Moments and scrolled through many travel photos and daily life pictures. Finally, I found a family photo: the man was wearing sunglasses, the boy looked about 6 or 7 years old, and the woman was short and a little overweight, with an average appearance. I felt the man looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him. Finally, I scrolled to the bottom without finding any useful clues, except that a black Jeep Wrangler frequently appeared in the photos. I checked my phone's photo album again, but all the photos were normal. Finally, I saw the deleted photos album. Opening it, I found they hadn't been deleted; they were automatically saved for 30 days. The last deleted photo was taken around 8 PM tonight—a picture of an eagle sculpture outdoors. It was clearly a location-based photo, meaning he took it and sent it to the other person to let them know he was there. I recognized the sculpture; it's in a park near my house. It was confirmed—this was where we were meeting tonight. But then I thought, surely nothing inappropriate would happen in a park. Knowing my wife, she wouldn't do anything like that in the park. After all these years, we've only had sex once in the car, and even that took forever to plan, ending in a half-hearted fight. How could she possibly do it in the park? At most, it would be kissing and hugging. I found the number again and searched it on Baidu on my own phone. Finally, results appeared: "Binhai XX Industrial Co., Ltd., Legal Representative: Lu Ping!!" I was shocked; my mind went blank! How could it be him? How could it be him? Someone almost forgotten, someone who dated my wife for months, someone with psychological issues and impotence! Yes, it's him in the photo. He looks much more mature after 8 or 9 years. Why would she choose an impotent lover?! Is he cured? Or was she lying to me from the beginning? And he already has a grown son. Was she lying to me to make me feel better, to cover up the fact that they've had sex many times? Why did they meet in the park today? You can't do anything in the park! And what's with the underwear? Were you prepared to do it but didn't? Why didn't you go to a hotel? Because of impotence? Then why did you have to go with someone who's impotent? I turned off his phone and lay numbly on the bed. What's going on? I gave a bitter laugh to myself. Fate is really interesting. Years ago, I stole his girlfriend, and now he's back for revenge! Yao Yao had said long ago that he had a strange personality and psychological problems. Did he hate Yao Yao when she broke up with him? Now that they're together, could this be revenge? Although I have a cuckold's mentality, I can't let my wife be in danger. In the end, I decided to investigate secretly first. My first thought was to buy a GPS tracking device and put it in her bag, but online searches showed they were all too big. Devices with batteries that lasted over a month were almost the size of a cigarette pack; there weren't any as small as a button as I'd imagined. Later, I found out about the Find My Phone feature on iPhones. Yao Yao uses an iPhone, and I have a spare iPhone 6s. All I need is the Apple ID and password. I created the Apple ID and password for Yao Yao when I gave her a tablet to keep her entertained during her pregnancy. She's always used the same Apple ID on her iPhones. I secretly took out my spare phone from my bag, charged it, and turned on the Find My Phone feature (this feature worked very well on older iPhones, but it's cumbersome on newer systems). I entered her ID and password, and it worked perfectly! The screen showed Yao Yao's phone was nearby; the two icons were practically overlapping. Great! Now I just need to check the location frequently and rush over if anything seems amiss. I believed Lu Ping, with his family and career, wouldn't do anything particularly outrageous. For now, all I needed to do was know his location and follow him to keep track of the situation. I didn't go home for the next two days, checking my phone's location whenever I had a spare moment. Everything seemed normal until nearly 10 pm on the third night when I discovered Yao Yao's phone location had appeared in Shixian Park, somewhere between my company and home. I immediately changed into black clothes and shoes, left the company, and rode my electric scooter there. Firstly, because the distance wasn't far, and secondly, because the scooter was convenient and maneuverable. No one could have imagined that tonight's tracking would shatter my worldview and witness a scene I would never forget!Nine years have passed, and he seems much more mature. Why would she choose a lover who's impotent?! Is he cured? Or was she lying to me from the beginning? And he already has a grown son; was she lying to me to make me feel better, to cover up the fact that they've had sex many times? Why did their date happen in the park today? You can't do anything in a park! And what's with the underwear? Were we prepared to do it but didn't? Why didn't they go to a hotel? Because of impotence? Then what's the point of having an affair with someone impotent? I turned off his phone and lay numbly on the bed. What's going on? I gave a bitter laugh to myself. Fate is truly interesting. Years ago, I stole his girlfriend, and now, after all these years, he's back for revenge! Yao Yao had said long ago that he had a strange personality and psychological problems. Did he hate Yao Yao for breaking up with him back then? Now that they're together, could this be revenge against us? Although I have a cuckold's mentality, I can't put my wife in danger. In the end, I decided to investigate secretly first. My first thought was to buy a GPS tracking device and put it in her bag, but when I searched online, they were all too big. Devices with batteries that lasted more than a month were almost the size of a cigarette box, not the button-sized device I had imagined. Later, I found out about the Find My Phone feature on iPhones. Yao Yao uses an iPhone, and I also have a spare iPhone 6s. All I need is the Apple ID and password. I had registered Yao Yao's account and password when I gave her a tablet to keep her entertained during her pregnancy. She's always used the same Apple ID on her iPhones. I secretly took out my spare phone from my bag, charged it, and turned on the Find My Phone feature (this feature worked very well on older iPhones, but it's cumbersome on newer systems). I entered her account and password, and it worked perfectly! The screen showed Yao Yao's phone was nearby, and the two icons were almost overlapping. Great! Now I just need to check the location frequently and rush over if I notice anything unusual. I believed Lu Ping, with his family and career, wouldn't do anything particularly outrageous. For now, all I needed to do was know his location and follow him to keep track of the situation. I didn't go home for the next two days, checking my phone's location whenever I had a spare moment. Everything seemed normal until nearly 10 pm on the third night when I discovered Yao Yao's phone location had appeared in Shixian Park, somewhere between my company and home. I immediately changed into black clothes and shoes, left the company, and rode my electric scooter there. Firstly, because the distance wasn't far, and secondly, because the scooter was convenient and maneuverable. No one could have imagined that tonight's tracking would shatter my worldview and witness a scene I would never forget!Nine years have passed, and he seems much more mature. Why would she choose a lover who's impotent?! Is he cured? Or was she lying to me from the beginning? And he already has a grown son; was she lying to me to make me feel better, to cover up the fact that they've had sex many times? Why did their date happen in the park today? You can't do anything in a park! And what's with the underwear? Were we prepared to do it but didn't? Why didn't they go to a hotel? Because of impotence? Then what's the point of having an affair with someone impotent? I turned off his phone and lay numbly on the bed. What's going on? I gave a bitter laugh to myself. Fate is truly interesting. Years ago, I stole his girlfriend, and now, after all these years, he's back for revenge! Yao Yao had said long ago that he had a strange personality and psychological problems. Did he hate Yao Yao for breaking up with him back then? Now that they're together, could this be revenge against us? Although I have a cuckold's mentality, I can't put my wife in danger. In the end, I decided to investigate secretly first. My first thought was to buy a GPS tracking device and put it in her bag, but when I searched online, they were all too big. Devices with batteries that lasted more than a month were almost the size of a cigarette box, not the button-sized device I had imagined. Later, I found out about the Find My Phone feature on iPhones. Yao Yao uses an iPhone, and I also have a spare iPhone 6s. All I need is the Apple ID and password. I had registered Yao Yao's account and password when I gave her a tablet to keep her entertained during her pregnancy. She's always used the same Apple ID on her iPhones. I secretly took out my spare phone from my bag, charged it, and turned on the Find My Phone feature (this feature worked very well on older iPhones, but it's cumbersome on newer systems). I entered her account and password, and it worked perfectly! The screen showed Yao Yao's phone was nearby, and the two icons were almost overlapping. Great! Now I just need to check the location frequently and rush over if I notice anything unusual. I believed Lu Ping, with his family and career, wouldn't do anything particularly outrageous. For now, all I needed to do was know his location and follow him to keep track of the situation. I didn't go home for the next two days, checking my phone's location whenever I had a spare moment. Everything seemed normal until nearly 10 pm on the third night when I discovered Yao Yao's phone location had appeared in Shixian Park, somewhere between my company and home. I immediately changed into black clothes and shoes, left the company, and rode my electric scooter there. Firstly, because the distance wasn't far, and secondly, because the scooter was convenient and maneuverable. No one could have imagined that tonight's tracking would shatter my worldview and witness a scene I would never forget!

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