Love Story of My Wife

(I & II)

My wife—I won't describe her appearance in detail; everyone who has seen her praises her highly. From our first meeting, I felt as if "nothing compares to the beauty of Wushan." When we first got married, we were full of passion and inseparable, truly enjoying the sweetness of marriage. However, passion that lasts too long is no longer passion. When intimacy is gradually replaced by the mundane realities of daily life, and the feelings between the sexes become as numb as holding your own left hand with your right, where will the marital relationship go? Perhaps only the people involved can answer that.

By chance, we moved to our current city. My workplace is relatively remote and leisurely. Everyone gets together to play cards and chat when they have nothing to do. At that time, my wife was unemployed at home, spending her time chatting and playing cards instead of reading.

In my third year at the new workplace, I was recommended to study in a place 500 miles away for a total of four months. I took this study very seriously, devoting most of my energy to it. I only went home once during the study period. On the afternoon of graduation, I got into the company car to head home. The driver and I knew each other well, so we chatted about everything under the sun. He suddenly mentioned my wife, saying she was a good person, warm and cheerful, and could hold her liquor quite well. Seeing his animated expression, my heart skipped a beat, and I became alert.

"She can't hold her liquor! Who told you that?" I teased, but my ears were on high alert, ready to catch every word he uttered. Because when I was at work, I had never taken my wife out for drinks with him.

"It's been about three weeks! Old A organized a dinner for a few of us, and my wife went too." The driver seemed to realize he'd said too much and stopped talking, changing the subject. But his words were already imprinted in my mind.

When I got home, my wife wasn't there, and the house was a little messy. I put down my luggage and started tidying the bed and the things on the cabinets. I opened the wooden cabinet under the bed, intending to put some infrequently used items inside. But as I rummaged through the items, a newspaper package caught my attention. Opening the package, I found three books and two videotapes inside. The books were printed with erotic pictures of women, and some of the videotapes featured nude illustrations, while others depicted men and women kissing. After reading the book descriptions and the videotape labels, I realized these were no ordinary books, nor were they ordinary videotapes.

Although I had read some erotic novels and watched some videos, I never brought them home. Who gave her these things?

Why? These two huge questions brought back a memory of a phone call.

One evening, about two months after my wife and I separated, around nine o'clock, I received a call from her on my way back to my dormitory. I was very excited. I spoke to her about things that only husbands and wives talk about. After about five or six minutes, I vaguely sensed that her breathing was uneven. I teased her,

"Your voice sounds off, are you missing me?" But she gave a low hum and hurriedly hung up. Although I was disappointed at the time, I didn't think much of it. But now, seeing all this, and recalling what the driver had said, I began to doubt whether my wife was… Who was that person? I mentally went through all my colleagues one by one. Two people came into my view: Old A and Little K.

Old A was the deputy leader of my unit. Although he was a deputy, he was in charge of most of the unit. He was a head taller than me, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. When my wife and I first met him, we were both surprised by his fierce appearance. However, he didn't show any sign of rejection towards me, a newcomer, and helped me a lot in settling in and smoothing over relationships with superiors and subordinates. My wife and I respected him from the bottom of our hearts and regarded him as an elder brother.

Little K was both her fellow townsman and my colleague. He was very handsome, not only eloquent but also a very good singer. He also helped a lot when we settled in. My wife also had a good impression of him.

In the early 20th century, after being influenced by market concepts and the baptism of Western thought, people's minds were much more open.

Many people engage in extramarital affairs due to unbearable loneliness and temptation, especially in certain regions and among certain groups, creating a situation of "springtime romance." Having been repressed within the "walled city" for so long, had my wife also secretly slipped out to get some fresh air? Thinking of this, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.

I had just finished tidying up when my wife returned. Because I hadn't told her I was graduating, she was both surprised and excited to see me. Although she scolded me for not telling her I was coming back, her face was always filled with joy, making me doubt my earlier thoughts. These books and tapes alone couldn't be enough to draw conclusions; even if I showed her these things, she would find a reason to explain. Besides, we hadn't been intimate for two months. Her firm breasts and full buttocks had already aroused my inner desires. I wanted to experience the feeling of "absence makes the heart grow fonder," to once again appreciate her vibrant body on that long-missed bed, so I couldn't disrupt the warm atmosphere. Questions about the books and videotapes were swallowed back down my throat.

"I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise you! We haven't seen each other for months, so you'd better treat me well tonight!" She understood my unspoken meaning and glanced at me with a smile. "Dream on!" "Haha, if you're going to dream, you'll do it well!" Before I finished speaking, I suddenly hugged her and kissed her hard on the lips.

"Stop fooling around, I'll go prepare dinner!" She gently pushed me away, tied on her apron, and went into the kitchen. A little while later, the sound of chopping vegetables and her soft humming came from the kitchen.

"Ring ring," the phone next to me rang. I picked up the phone, and Old A's voice came through. "Brother, I knew you were coming back today. I'm free tonight, so I'll get some food and drinks and bring them over to your place for a little celebration. Consider it a welcome-back dinner! How about it, are you happy?" It's like someone delivered a pillow when you're sleepy. I was just about to observe him, and he delivered himself right to my door.

"Haha, it's our honor that the leaders have graced my humble abode!" "Don't try to fool me, kid. I'm going with Xiao K, see you in a bit." After talking to him, I went into the kitchen and told my wife that Lao A and Xiao K were coming over for dinner.

"You agreed to come?" My wife stared at me blankly, her smile fading.

"They're bringing food and drinks, so you can have an easier time. Let's have some fun together tonight!" Seeing my words, my wife remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "Come on over!" Lao A and Xiao K arrived and helped set the table and chairs. After the food and drinks were served, the four of us sat down, and the drama began. I first toasted Lao A and Xiao K in turn, thanking them for their help in settling me in. Then I encouraged my wife to drink more. I wanted them to drink more, including my own wife; once they drank a certain amount, they would be less reserved and might notice something amiss.

In the past, when guests came to our house, my wife was very proactive. This time, unusually, she sat there quietly, sparing with her words. I spoke twice, but she didn't touch it. Old A took the initiative to clink glasses with her, and she only took a token sip. Little K's eyes darted around, scanning the three faces.

"Haha, sister-in-law, you're not in a good mood today! Are you not welcoming us, afraid I'll spoil your good time?" Hearing his teasing, my wife chuckled. She glanced at Old A, then at me, and her face immediately turned red, making the others burst into laughter.

"You're so picky, sister-in-law will drink with you." My wife said, picking up her glass and downing it in one gulp. A joke enlivened the atmosphere. Then they started chatting.

Little K was a joke machine. Fueled by alcohol, he told a joke. He said: A male waiter mistakenly entered the women's section and was surprised to find a woman lying naked on the bed. The woman rolled her eyes at him and snapped, "What are you looking at? What's so interesting!" The waiter was quick-witted and replied, "Oh! I just wanted to say that my wife also has a leather jacket like that." He had also bought it from someone else. This was the first time I'd heard of such a thing. I laughed and said, "Who's so flashy! Making up this kind of joke!" When I asked Xiao K, Lao A was looking at my wife. Their eyes met and then quickly looked away, but their expressions were ambiguous. They thought I hadn't seen it, but I saw their expressions clearly.

After a couple of drinks, my wife regained her usual energy. Not only was she more talkative, but her eyes also sparkled with desire. She asked Lao A, as if speaking in riddles, if his mother-in-law had gone home. Lao A said she hadn't, and that she would be alone if she went back anyway, as his wife wouldn't let her.

"You're the one who doesn't want her to go back, aren't you? You're such a good son-in-law!" She finished, glancing at Old A and chuckling.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Old A quickly changed the subject. The conversation was loaded with meaning. These should have been Old A's private matters, yet his wife knew them and even brought them up—that was even more unusual. My heart stirred.

I was, after all, the host; it wouldn't be right for me to just be a spectator. I shared some of my experiences during the training camp, and then started offering drinks. I placed the glass of wine in front of Old A again, thanking him for his help and for taking care of our family during the training camp. Actually, I was just being polite; it wasn't my intention. He seemed a little awkward. "No need to be so polite, just say what you need," he said, downing a full glass of wine.

"How are you? Why are you drinking so fast?" his wife asked with concern.

"Nothing—nothing, just happy today," Old A stammered, about to pour himself another drink. His wife snatched the glass from him.

"Stop drinking. It'll only make things worse if you get drunk." Without waiting for anyone's permission, she brought out the main course.

To be honest, we'd all had enough that day. Old A didn't eat a single bite, and Little K only ate a little before hurriedly leaving my house.

My wife and I cleaned up the dishes and quickly went to bed. I won't go into the details. I buried my doubts and indulged in my rights and obligations. We seemed to have returned to that intoxicating wedding night.

(III)

Attentive readers will focus on Old A. Actually, I also sensed that my wife's relationship with him wasn't quite right. However, when I was in school, my teachers often said: "Base your actions on facts and adhere to the law." Although this matter hadn't reached the level of law, without concrete evidence, relying solely on feelings wasn't convincing. Moreover, without clarifying the circumstances under which they broke moral constraints, what psychology drove them to do so, the extent to which they had progressed, and their ultimate goal, hasty confrontation is bound to be fruitless and may even create a negative chain reaction. As a man, one must be rational and clarify the cause and effect of the event before determining the next course of action. This is not only being responsible to the family but also to oneself! Therefore, I decided to observe for a while longer. As I

mentioned at the beginning, my initial workplace was relatively remote, not in the city center, but two or three miles away from villages and towns. Most of my colleagues had bought houses in the city and could go home on weekends as long as they weren't on duty; some even traveled back every day. At that time, I hadn't been there long and couldn't afford to buy a house. I could only live in the staff quarters assigned by the company. Each house in this staff quarters was the same size, with three main rooms, one small room, and a small courtyard. This staff quarters were not located with the company offices; they were more than a mile away. My wife and I lived in those three bungalows for four whole years, until we were transferred to new units and bought a house in the city, finally leaving that place behind.

The day after I returned from the training camp, I went back to work, and my life returned to a regular, orderly routine. I spent eight hours a day at work and went home to rest in the evenings. Every day when I came home, my wife had already prepared dinner for me. Because my work was so busy, I didn't want to go back to my former unit after leaving. After dinner, we would sometimes go for a walk, sometimes visit colleagues, and if there was nothing else to do, we would stay home reading or watching TV, and when it was time to be affectionate, we would continue to create our own happiness. Time flowed quietly like the stream in front of the door, and more than half a month passed without me realizing it. The peaceful life almost made me forget the psychological torment that Old A had brought me.

On Friday evening, my wife and I returned from a walk, chatting and laughing. As soon as we entered the door, we heard the bedroom phone ringing incessantly. My wife rushed over and picked up the phone. I stood in the outer room, quietly observing my wife's expression.

After my wife said "I'm not going," she fell silent and listened to the other person. "Who called? What does she need to do?" My doubts resurfaced. My

wife held the phone, looking troubled, and after a long silence, she finally hummed in agreement. She put down the phone, turned to me, her face slightly flushed, and said softly, "Old A asked me to join in a game of cards. Is that alright?" The fish that had been swimming underwater surfaced again. I had come back and interrupted their good time. From my wife's blushing face, I could imagine Old A's state of mind; he was probably anxiously waiting in his office right now. Humph! He couldn't control himself after less than twenty days. Since you want to meet, I'll let you meet. I want to see how you continue your act; today I'll expose your charade. That's what I thought in my heart, but I didn't show it on my face.

"Ha, go ahead! I often play with them; if you suddenly don't go, people will have something to say. It's too late; you can rest in my dorm!" I said generously to my wife.

"Honey, you're so good to me!" My wife's eyes lit up with excitement at my words. She came over, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. "Leave the door open for me, I'll be back." With that, she floated out of the room, pushed her bicycle out of the courtyard gate, and disappeared from my sight.

Years of ups and downs in the workplace and the trials of life had ground those distant memories to the bottom of my heart's lake.

Now, I was alone in the room, like someone sitting alone in a small boat, gazing at the misty rain on the cold river, listening to the soft songs of parting. Those fragments of memories surged back into my mind, rippling on the surface of my heart's lake.

My path to marriage was not smooth. Including my wife, I had met and been in contact with twelve women. After marriage, I introduced them to my wife, jokingly calling them the "Twelve Beauties." The first eleven "beauties" were either dull in luster, delicate and fragile, or simple and solemn. The expensive ones were beyond my reach, and the coarse ones I disdained. I never met one who truly suited my heart. It wasn't until my wife appeared that I realized I had met a kindred spirit in life. It wasn't just her appearance that attracted me; I saw in her a resemblance to a female classmate from high school. Although the title of "class beauty" didn't exist then, she was indeed the most alluring flower in the eyes of the male classmates. During puberty, with the stirrings of sexual desire, it's normal to develop feelings for the opposite sex. I don't know what others thought, but she was indeed the person I longed for day and night. However, I knew that given my circumstances at the time, I could only have inappropriate thoughts, not inappropriate actions. She left a very deep impression on me; I still remember her name and her appearance.

When I first met my wife, subconsciously I regarded her as that female classmate's younger sister, and I immediately secretly pledged my heart to her.

A month before our marriage, we had our first sexual encounter. This first time left a deep impression on me. Later, I recorded the scene in a poem. I'm copying it down now to share with everyone!

"Autumn Night":

Outside the window, the rain has stopped, the moonlight rises, a gentle breeze stirs, and a rainbow appears. Before me, a beautiful woman smiles silently. Her jade-like fingers loosened her silk skirt, her eyes sparkling with springtime passion.

The moon peeked through the window, casting a hazy shadow within the bed curtains. Her hair piled on the pillow, a hairpin lying askew beside it. In a dream of Wushan,

their love was intense; though there was no rain, there were still fallen petals! On our wedding night in late autumn, the room was rather cold. After our passionate outburst, to quench my thirst, she went naked to pour water and make coffee. When she slipped back into bed, her body was so cold that I shivered. This touched me deeply, and on the third day of our marriage, I confessed my true feelings to her in writing: I am a silent volcano, enjoying the tranquility of solitude in silence. Coldness is the outer shell I show, passion is the eternal essence. The burning lava within me is licking and licking its hardened chest with fervor. Recalling your figure under the moon, the cold, desolate shell cracks, and molten lava of love overflows; savoring your smile in the mirror, the cloak of reserve fades, and the flames of love burn it to dust. You ignited the fire in my heart, you gave me hope for love. I will grasp the wings of dreams and fly to the sky of passion, to run with you to the shores of joy!

Later, I was hospitalized with a high fever, and she stayed by my side day and night, massaging and rubbing my body. During the time I was unemployed, she always had a beaming smile in front of me, but when I woke up at night, I saw her frowning, staring blankly at the ceiling. Ah! She was worried about me, trying to share my burdens!

I forget which wise person said this: fashion is a woman's most gorgeous outer garment, her body is her most alluring underwear, and her temperament is her most expensive brand! The most important thing for a woman isn't sleeping in a five-star presidential suite or a cheap hotel room; the most important thing is who the man sleeping next to her is. Living together has made me deeply realize that my wife is a gentle and charming woman, but also a devoted family woman. From her tenderness and comfort, I can feel her affection for me. If she were to cheat on me, should I erase all our past love? It's said that even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness. Would that be too heartless?

Thinking of this, I couldn't bear to expose their affair. If this were made public, the pressure from all sides would force me to take the path of divorce. A woman as beautiful as her is bound to be a target for men, and she inevitably encounters more temptations than ordinary women. I really can't bear to divorce my wife; divorcing her would not only break up my family but also shatter the dream I've harbored for so many years! Reflecting on the past brought me a sense of relief. As my emotions surged, time ticked by. I looked at my watch; it was already ten o'clock at night. Was my wife really playing cards, or was she having a secret rendezvous? If it was a rendezvous, where would they be? These questions made me restless; curiosity took over, prompting me to leave the house.

At this moment, night fell upon the earth. The trees on both sides of the asphalt road stood tall, as if silently seeing me off. The orchard outside the trees appeared so hazy and quiet in the night, as if hiding restless ghosts, wandering among the branches, secretly accumulating an ambiguous mood and a seductive aura. Ha, here and now, if a beautiful woman were before me, any man's domineering spirit would melt into tenderness.

I hurried along the asphalt road and soon arrived at my workplace. First, I found the room where they often played cards. Pushing open the door, I saw the room filled with the smoke of cigarettes. Through the smoke, I saw Xiao K and three other colleagues sitting around the card table, each with a row of mahjong tiles in front of them. The three of them were smoking and deep in thought. Seeing me come in, Xiao K was the first to notice me.

He laughed and teased, "Hey buddy, what brings you here? Your wife went home. If you're late, she might not leave the door open for you." I lied then, "Ha, I was working overtime in the office today, so I just came over to check it out. Who lost?" "Ugh! Don't even mention it." One of the colleagues complained. "Old A is such a jerk. I didn't want to play today, but he insisted that no one else would join in. When I came, he made me play for him. He won and left, ha, I'm paying off his debt here. I'll definitely make him treat us tomorrow." Oh! My wife was gone, and Old A wasn't there either. They must be together. I couldn't bear to watch them play cards anymore.

"Haha, you guys play, I'm going back." With that, I walked out. To be more thorough, I went back to my dorm first. I turned on the light and saw my wife's coat on the bed. I turned off the light and sat on the bed for a good half hour, but my wife still hadn't returned. My mind started to wander again. She should have been back by now, having been in the bathroom for so long. It was impossible for her to have taken a shower; there were no showers upstairs. I hadn't seen her on the way, so she definitely hadn't gone back.

Could she really be in Old A's bedroom? Together so late, she and him… Thinking of this, my heart started pounding inexplicably, and I even had a vision of them making love in bed. I couldn't sit still any longer. To avoid making a sound and being discovered, I changed into a pair of cloth slippers. I tiptoed down to the first floor and quietly made my way to Old A's bedroom on the west side of the office building. The office building and the cadre dormitory were separated by only one road, but it felt incredibly long to me. At that time, the office building was completely dark, with only a few slivers of light shining through the folded curtains of Old A's bedroom. These few slivers of light made my heart pound even harder. Actually, my heart was also pounding with nervousness. I didn't want to make this public, afraid that these two people would find me, and also afraid that others would see me. I tried my best to control my racing heart and slowly approached the brightly lit window.

(IV)

I looked through the gap in the folded curtains and was surprised. Perhaps surprised the reader as well! There was no one in the room. Old A's walnut-colored double bed was empty, with only a green military blanket casually spread out on it. The bathroom was directly opposite the window, and the faint light shining through the window was projected from the crack in the bathroom door. Seeing this, my feelings of both jealousy and excitement vanished instantly, replaced by a subconscious feeling of disappointment. At the time, I didn't quite understand my disappointment, but after reading articles on the subject, I finally understood. It was late at night, and I had no more interest in exploring their secrets.

I went back to my dormitory to change my clothes and then returned home.

My wife wasn't home. Since I have a habit of sleeping naked, I quickly washed up and stripped naked, pulling back the blanket and crawling inside. But this night was different from usual. The felt of the blanket clung to my skin, making me feel itchy and tingly, especially when I turned over or moved my limbs. This sensation stirred up a surge of desire within me. Stimulated by the two of them, I tossed and turned, my mind racing with excitement.

Historical figures imprinted in my mind surfaced one after another like a movie, reenacting scene after scene of intoxicating allure. My thoughts first drifted to the harem of the Tang Dynasty, where I saw the nearly sixty-year-old Empress Wu Zetian embracing her two most favored male concubines like a baby. I saw the jeweled Empress Wei, naked from the waist down, straddling Wu Sansi, swaying her hips and humming a lascivious song of pleasure.

Leaving the Tang Dynasty palace, Zhu Wen, the traitorous general under Huang Chao and the first ruler of the Later Liang Dynasty, appeared. He displayed military genius in his campaigns, but after establishing his kingdom, he was quite dissolute, even taking his daughters-in-law to serve him in bed. Since their father had such tastes, his two sons, for the sake of their future thrones, willingly satisfied his demands. Those two fair-skinned, smooth-skinned daughters-in-law willingly became the old man's jade pipa in bed. Fearing loss of favor, they each used their seductive arts. Haha, anyone with experience can imagine with their eyes closed how they would playfully tease him, how they would speak softly to him, and how they would flirt with him.

Zhu Wen disappeared, and the image of Emperor Hailing of the Jin Dynasty appeared in my mind. He leaned against the minister's brocade couch, his robes open and eyes glazed with drunkenness, and said to the minister, who stood with his head bowed, "Tonight, your beloved daughter should not come. Go and invite the noblewoman and the young master's wife!" The minister was utterly astonished, but dared not refuse, and covered his face as he left.

A moment later, a middle-aged woman in her forties and a young woman in her twenties entered, heads bowed.

They shouted "Long live the Emperor!" and knelt at his feet one after the other. He staggered and hurried to close the door, not immediately telling the two women to stand up. Instead, he chuckled and came up behind them. He lifted the middle-aged woman's skirt and, through her silk trousers, grabbed her crotch, causing her hips to tremble slightly. He then came up behind the young woman. Because she was kneeling, her pert buttocks stretched the thin, light black dress without a single wrinkle, making her hips appear even rounder and fuller.

Having slept with countless women, his lust was aroused once more. He grasped the young woman's waist with both hands and slowly pulled down her clothes. The lowered garments revealed her slender waist, slid over her buttocks, and brushed against her two plump, white buttocks, until finally, the young woman's most intimate garden was gradually revealed. Whether from excitement or shame, the young woman's alluring buttocks trembled slightly as the garments were pulled down. The moment Hailing's large hands pressed against her plump buttocks, the young woman couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm." Hearing this moan, he rose and sat back on the brocade couch. He ordered the mother and daughter-in-law to undress in front of him. The two women, intimidated by his lewd power, blushed and removed their clothes one by one. Without his command, the two women dared not move and could only stand naked before him. The middle-aged woman, her face full of shame, covered her private parts with her hands, lowering her head, not daring to look at the emperor who was younger than herself.

The young woman appeared slightly more relaxed, only occasionally glancing at the emperor before her, but daring not to make a move. He made the two women raise their heads, his gaze sweeping over the mother-in-law's face, then moving to the daughter-in-law's, scrutinizing her body from top to bottom, before returning to the mother-in-law, examining her inch by inch from bottom to top. His gaze lingered on the two women for a full five minutes before he laughed loudly, embracing them both and falling onto the large brocade couch… Thinking of all this, I was even more unable to sleep. I simply got out of bed naked, took out a videotape from the paper package, and put it in the player. Soon, the words "Jin Ping Mei" appeared on the screen. This was also a Category III film titled "Jin Ping Mei," but this "Jin Ping Mei," in terms of both the actors' figures and the scale of the performances, was superior to previous films. When I saw the scene of Pan Jinlian and Chen Jingji having an affair in the storage room, I suddenly thought of my wife and Old A.

Ah! I was confused. My wife hadn't come home; her coat was still in my dormitory. This proves she's still at my workplace. The guesthouse key is guarded by someone, and she couldn't possibly be in a colleague's dormitory; she's most likely at Old A's. Old A hasn't gone home, judging from the clothes on his hanger. Even though no one's in bed, could they be in the bathroom? The unit leaders' bathrooms are huge, with showers and bathtubs; three people could fit comfortably inside, and the light is on! Thinking this, I felt like I'd discovered a new continent, becoming even more excited.

Seeing the erotic scene of Pan Jinlian and Chen Jingji, I felt a surge of heat building within me, growing stronger and slowly descending. Unable to endure the torment of lust any longer, I went into my own bathroom and stood beside the milky-white toilet bowl. I gripped my erection, closed my eyes slightly, and listened intently to Pan and Chen's seductive whispers and moans, fantasizing about my wife and Old A making love. At that moment, it was as if a woman with her buttocks raised awaited me before me; I couldn't tell if she was my wife or Pan Jinlian. It was as if a towering mountain peak stood before me, its summit adorned with a flesh-colored flag fluttering and beckoning me. I gripped my long spear tightly and thrust forward with all my might, chasing the woman's shadow towards the mountain. I pushed through the rocks at the foot of the mountain, parted the vines along the cliff edge, exhausted and breathless, yet still desperately pushing upwards. I climbed the low trees halfway up the mountain, circled the rustic plank road, and ascended the narrow stone steps, finally reaching the summit. The flesh-colored flag vanished; only a few white clouds drifted across the azure sky. Exhausted, I slumped down, collapsing directly from the summit to the valley below.

After calming down, it was already two in the morning. I turned off the computer and lay back down… When I woke up, it was nine in the morning. The house was clean, and the sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen. As I went to wash up, I passed by my wife. My wife glanced at me, then immediately looked away. She said softly, "I was going to come back, but it was too late, so I slept in your dorm. Do you have any clothes to wash?" "No, I don't." As she said this, I looked at her face, trying to find some clues.

"Strange, you went to bed early last night, but you woke up late today."

"Didn't you always have this problem?" She spoke to me, her gaze still avoiding mine, a forced smile on her face. "Early to bed, late to rise; late to bed, early to rise." "What time did you get back? Did you run into anyone on your way back?" "I got back before six, and I didn't run into anyone. Why are you asking?" At this moment, she met my gaze, a look of surprise on her face.

"Nothing, just asking." Through the conversation, I had grasped her thoughts and basically understood her relationship with Old A. I decided to find time to have a long talk with her, and didn't say anything more.

Because it was a day off, we didn't eat breakfast until ten. After dinner, we went into town together, and I helped my wife pick out a couple of new pajamas (underwear). One was a black, semi-transparent lace bra, sleeveless, low-cut, and backless, with a very short hem that only covered half of her buttocks. The other was a purple tulle slip dress. My wife immediately fell in love with both of them. Although they were quite expensive, seeing how much she liked them, I reluctantly bought them. My purpose in doing this was to set the stage for my conversation. When we got home, it was already four in the afternoon. My wife was still in high spirits and tried on both bras as soon as we got home. The two bras were indeed exquisite, making her even more sexy.

"Haha, my wife looks great, and with these bras, other men's eyes will definitely pop out of their sockets," I teased her. "

Hehe, others won't even have the chance to have their eyes pop out!" my wife joked as she knitted by the bed.

At that moment, a light drizzle began to fall outside, making the room slightly darker and damp, and my heart felt damp along with it. I sat on the sofa, quietly watching my wife knit a sweater stitch by stitch. Her head was bowed, and in the dim light, her forehead shone even brighter, and the tip of her small nose gleamed. Her nostrils twitched slightly with each breath, and her lips remained full and moist. Seeing her expression, I found myself involuntarily lost in thought. Ah! We've been married for so many years, and yet I still felt this way.

What would other men do when they saw her? Many would probably be filled with lust and desire, wouldn't they? Thinking this, I became even more determined to probe her. I continued our casual conversation.

"There's a joke, I don't know if you've heard it," I said, starting the conversation.

"What joke?" She glanced up at me, then continued knitting. I knew she was waiting for my response.

"A female secretary accompanied a city leader on an inspection tour. The two sat together, and the city leader couldn't resist reaching out to touch the secretary's fair thigh. The secretary asked, 'Do you remember what's written on page 216, paragraph 7 of Deng Xiaoping Theory?' The city leader's face flushed red, and he quickly withdrew his hand. Back home, he couldn't wait to open page 216, paragraph 7 of Deng Xiaoping Theory. Guess what happened next?'" I deliberately left the story in suspense.

"What happened?" my wife asked curiously.

"The book says: 'Be bolder, move faster.' This leader slapped his thigh and exclaimed: 'My God, how many opportunities will I miss if my theoretical understanding is too low!'" "Who is this? So bold! Hehe, daring to make up stories about leaders!" My wife laughed heartily.

"Although this is a joke, it reflects social reality. It's not just in officialdom; there are plenty of scandalous affairs among ordinary people too!" My wife, hearing this, didn't respond and continued knitting her sweater. Meanwhile, I continued to employ roundabout tactics, gradually approaching my goal.

"During this training camp, I heard a story about a young man who married a very beautiful local woman. But what a surprise! On their wedding night, the bride told him that someone was looking for her and she had to go tonight. The young man knew that this person was the head of the local underworld, a notorious thug. He didn't dare to mess with him, so he had to let his bride go and spend the night with someone else." I paused for a moment, then sighed, "Wow! The world is full of wonders! That young man must have been thinking about his wife and that thug all night; he definitely didn't sleep a wink." "That's quite a story! Is it true?" my wife asked, puzzled.

"It's true. Their later child doesn't look like them, but they still live together." After I finished speaking, my wife just said "Oh" and didn't say anything more.

"Things like this happen. Extramarital affairs and one-night stands are nothing compared to this." I observed my wife's expression and noticed she was listening quietly. "I've always believed that men and women are relatively independent individuals, and no one is anyone's appendage. Especially with extramarital affairs, there are social conditions and objective circumstances that allow them to occur. A beautiful woman, when lonely or needing something from someone, is easily drawn into another's arms. What do you think?" "I—I don't know." My wife seemed to understand the implication in my words, and her hand holding the bamboo skewer slowed down. But I remained unmoved; I wanted her to tell me who was behind her. To dispel her concerns, I continued to guide her indirectly.

"Actually, emotions and the body can be separated. Giving emotions to the one you love and the body to someone you use is a smart choice for a smart woman. Besides, extramarital affairs aren't without their benefits; at the very least, they're good for people's physical and mental health and can add variety to married life. I'm open-minded about this. Foreigners having spouses and lovers isn't necessarily a bad thing. As far as I know, this phenomenon has spread from the south to the north." At this point, I was about to get to the crucial part when my heart started pounding. I paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and keep my tone even.

"During the months I was gone, did anyone come over often? Or rather, did anyone intrude on our family?" "No!" My wife said resolutely, but she was clearly flustered; a bamboo skewer had pierced her finger.

My words hadn't worked; I was angry. I jumped up from the sofa. I paced back and forth in the room twice, then coldly said to her, "I've seen something going on between you and Old A. The day I came back, I saw you two exchanging glances. Do you think I'm stupid? Where did you sleep last night? Don't tell me you slept in my dorm." My wife froze, realizing I'd been to her workplace the night before.

"And, I just figured it out. Last week when I was on duty, Old A came back to work early in the morning.

You know best, of all the houses around here, where else would he go besides ours? When I came back, you were sleeping like a log, and the toilet paper at the foot of the bed gave me away!" These heavy blows stunned my wife. She was both nervous and ashamed, her face flushed.

"Moreover, I have even more reliable evidence. But I don't want to say it now. If you don't admit it and give me a reasonable explanation, I'll go find Old A. Even if I expose this whole thing." This last, drawn-out bomb completely shattered my wife's defenses.

After a long silence, she whispered, "Honey, I'm sorry. I did have that with him." She quickly added, "But it wasn't me who initiated it!" Hearing her admit it, my anger subsided considerably. I sat back on the sofa and continued speaking to her calmly.

"Husbands and wives should be honest with each other. You know me; I hate being lied to. I'm not asking you these questions to get back at you. You're a kind and innocent woman, unaware of how treacherous people can be. I'm talking to you honestly today, asking these questions not out of curiosity, but mainly to help you make the right choice!" My sincere words made her nod repeatedly, basically dispelling her doubts.

"Honey, I got together with him for the sake of this family, for you! Please believe me." My wife said this with emotion, her eyes even reddening slightly.

"Actually, what I just said was from the bottom of my heart. I also bear some responsibility for what happened to you. After all, I was away from home for four months." My wife exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!" She hadn't expected me to say such a thing, or for the conversation to end like this. "Honey, I don't understand what you mean." I waved my hand magnanimously and said, "I don't object to you continuing your relationship with him, but there are three conditions. First, it must be kept secret. Second, it can't interfere with our normal life at home. Third, you must keep me informed of the situation promptly. I think you understand why I mentioned the third point." "Honey, you're so good! I agree to everything." My wife felt a few tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffed and murmured, "I'll cook dinner first, and we can talk after dinner, okay?" I nodded in agreement, and she wiped away her tears and went out… When it was time for bed, she carefully washed her private parts. I knew she felt guilty and wanted to make amends with her body. She changed into the black underwear she had just bought, climbed on top of me, and used her tongue to explore every inch of my skin. Under the dim light, she appeared even more alluring. Her seductive movements not only aroused my desire but also reignited my curiosity and urge to explore.

"How did he get you? What are his feelings for you?" Hearing my question, my wife stopped above me, her two beautiful eyes gazing at me quietly. It turned out that she also understood my feelings and thoughts, and in the quiet and cozy world of just the two of us, she relaxed. She smiled slightly. "You really want to know? You're really not jealous?" "I want to know, haha, I'm afraid of sour things, I don't like vinegar."

"Okay! I'll grant your request." After she finished speaking, she lay down next to me and began to recount her encounter with Old A.

(V)

I arrived at this unit. When he first saw my wife, his eyes lit up. Getting excited when seeing a beautiful woman is a normal reaction for men, a common trait. So, I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. When I first arrived at this unit, I also needed to interact with people, and my wife and I gradually had more contact with him, and of course, not only with him, but also gradually became familiar with others. Not everyone in the unit agreed with him. Those who agreed said he was a good friend and a loyal friend. Those who disagreed said he was cold-hearted, ruthless, and vindictive. In reality, human nature is multifaceted and contradictory. It's normal to treat different people differently. As a model hero once said: "

Treat comrades with the warmth of spring, and enemies with the ruthlessness of autumn leaves."

Through our interactions, my wife and I felt that Old A was a good friend, and since we had no conflict of interest with him, we could develop a friendship without becoming enemies. Because of this belief, my wife and I accepted some of his help as friends, such as his previously mentioned assistance with resolving relationships and settling down.

Two weeks after I went to training, my wife heard that Old A's family had arrived at the unit. She wanted to get to know them and build a relationship. After dinner, she went to my unit. But when she entered Old A's office, she found him alone, drunk and leaning against the headboard. It turned out that Old A's wife was in the area on business. She had lunch with people from her workplace and went home afterward. When Old A saw his wife come in, he immediately perked up, poured her tea, and offered her a seat. Since they were all acquaintances, his wife started chatting with him. According to her, Old A said a lot, mainly that he would always treat her like a brother and her like a sister. His sincere declaration moved her. She also said she would always consider him her older brother. Later, he talked about how beautiful his wife was and how much he liked her, which made her feel uneasy. She tried to leave, but as soon as she got up, Old A pounced on her and hugged her, his hand slipping inside her thin clothes and pressing against her breasts. His wife was filled with shame and anger, desperately breaking free from his embrace and running away.

After this incident, Old A was very nervous for several days. He was afraid his wife would report him and spread the news. However, his wife didn't report him and kept the matter quiet.

It was 10:30 at night. We turned off the lights, shed all our clothes, and snuggled close together. A few rays of moonlight streamed in through the window, casting soft, dappled shadows on the bed and our bodies. The quiet, warm atmosphere stirred my wife's desire to confide in me. She abandoned all her reservations and shyness, opening her heart to me.

"Why didn't you sue him? If you had, none of this would have happened," I asked her calmly.

"I was very angry at first, and I did think about sueing him," my wife sighed softly. "But after I calmed down, I didn't dare to make a sound. Think about it, could I win? Putting aside his current position and connections, even if a higher-up were willing to handle this, what evidence could I possibly have? Besides, he was drunk, and I was in his room.

If I couldn't bring him down, I would only embarrass myself!" "

If it didn't happen the first time, when did you two have sex?" I continued to ask my wife. Strangely, when I asked this question, I felt no urge; it was as if I were talking about someone else's affairs.

"About two weeks after that incident, I had just finished dinner when he called. He said he was coming over to talk about what happened last time, apologize, and that since his husband wasn't home, he wanted to see if we needed anything so he could help us." The wife's voice became more urgent. "Honey, you have to believe me. I genuinely thought he was truly remorseful and sincerely wanted to apologize. I thought to myself, he's been good to us, we can't let this turn us against each other and make him our enemy! You should know that offending him won't do us any good." "Oh! I understand your thinking. You did the right thing." I said, giving her smooth buttocks a gentle pat, a gesture of affirmation and comfort. "You don't need to say it again, I can already imagine it. He probably said things like he was drunk, too impulsive, and would always treat you like a little sister, etc., and after rekindling your feelings, he..." The wife blushed and softly murmured an "Mmm." After a moment of silence, she buried her head in my chest, her fingers gently tracing my lower abdomen. "He's so big, how could I be as strong as him!" My wife told me these things, and I was moved. She then stroked my lower abdomen, bringing comfort to both my body and mind. Since it had already happened, this matter would be forever imprinted in my mind, never to be erased. What was the point of dwelling on it anymore? It would only add to my troubles. Thinking of this, I felt an urge to probe for details again.

But I didn't want to ask directly, lest I embarrass my wife.

"As you said, he raped you. Why are you still with him? Men don't cherish what they get easily. I think he was just playing with you." Hearing me say this, my wife remained silent for a long time. I pressed her again, and she finally raised her head, resting her chin on my head.

"Do you really want to hear it? I'm afraid it will upset you." As she said this, she quietly looked at my face. Although the light was dim, I could still feel that she was looking into my eyes, trying to figure out my reaction.

"I'll tell you if you don't mind!"

"Go ahead, it's okay. Since we've already done it, what's there to be embarrassed about?" I touched her face, making my stance clear with the gesture.

"I was indeed passive that time." She paused slightly before continuing. "He's not like you think. He really likes me, I could feel it when we were together. He said I'm the epitome of womanhood, and after having sex with me, he didn't want to have sex with his wife anymore." "Hmph! Anyone can lie to you like that! I don't believe it." I deliberately provoked her, and she fell for it.

"I think he's telling the truth. To be honest, while you were gone, he came over every week, and one week he even came three times." As my wife said this, her shyness was tinged with a touch of coquettish pride.

"He comes so often, and you still never refuse. Do you have feelings for him too?" "Don't be angry. I feel great and comfortable when I'm with him. His is thick and long, and he has great stamina. He can make me orgasm twice in one go!" As she said this, my wife put one of her legs on my thigh, pressing her lower body tightly against mine.

"No way! Did he take some kind of drug?" To be honest, I was a little suspicious.

"He didn't take any drugs. If I'm on top, no matter what I do, he won't ejaculate. I've tried it." As my wife said this, her hands started to wander, her fingers constantly stroking my nipples.

"Did you do it with a video? How many times?"

"Only once. That night, he performed the best. He was with me three times, and we didn't sleep much." "Ah! That's amazing! Did you see the videotape under the bed?" I wanted to take the opportunity to ask about the origin of the paper package. Hearing this, she suddenly paused. She put on a sweet expression and rolled onto me.

"Honey, please stop talking, okay? Humph, I want it." I reached out and touched her; her lower body was already wet. I also became aroused and hugged her tightly, and we began to perform a symphony of intoxicating passion together.

(VI)

About half a month after that long talk, my mother-in-law and brother-in-law came to my house. My brother-in-law was a short, chubby man with a pair of smiling eyes on his round, doll-like face. He was a clever fellow, witty and loud, and he would never speak without smiling. But he was not a well-behaved person; if he got impatient, he would dare to cause trouble. He had driven a large bus and worked as a transporter in his hometown, but he had not been able to stay in either job for long due to his own reasons. My mother-in-law thought that he might be more restrained in a strange place, so she brought him here, hoping we could help him find a job. Hearing that my mother-in-law and brother-in-law had come, they came. The next day, while I was still at work, my wife's fellow villager, Xiao K, came to my house to meet them. My brother-in-law struck up a conversation with Xiao K as soon as they met, and they hit it off immediately, finding

they shared similar interests. Unexpectedly, this brother-in-law and Xiao K even came to my workplace, playing ball, singing, and loitering around, which made me very uncomfortable. To be honest, I was quite annoyed by this brother-in-law. From the bottom of my heart, I didn't want to get involved in his affairs; having him around was like having a leech stuck to me. Objectively speaking, I didn't have the power at the time. My wife and I were both from out of town, and having only been here a short time, how could we have any connections? Before coming here, my mother-in-law had mentioned this to my wife on the phone, and my wife knew our situation, only agreeing to give it a try. Unexpectedly, she brought this brother-in-law along, catching us off guard and putting my wife and me in a difficult position.

Because my brother-in-law kept coming to my workplace, Lao A also knew my mother-in-law was here. On the fourth night after my mother-in-law's arrival, he and Xiao K brought food and drinks to my house. I knew very well that he was doing this entirely to show my wife. At the dinner table, my brother-in-law was more lively than my wife and me. He and Xiao K chatted and laughed with Old A and my mother-in-law, making my wife and me seem like supporting characters. I hadn't realized before that my brother-in-law was so experienced in drinking at such a young age.

When the drinks were flowing freely, he raised his glass to Old A, reeking of alcohol, and said, "Brother A, I haven't been here long, but I felt a connection with you from the first moment I saw you. I've also heard from Brother K that you're a very capable person." This not only flattered Old A but also won him favor with Xiao K. I chuckled inwardly but didn't show it.

Ignoring everyone else, he continued on his way. "Brother A, I brought my mother here, and I was thinking of seeing if there's anything suitable for me to do. At first, I didn't have high hopes; my sister is a woman and she can't manage on her own, and my brother-in-law just arrived, so it's also difficult for him. But since I saw you at your workplace last time, I feel like you're my benefactor, and I think I'll have a chance." "Leaders have a lot of work to do; don't trouble them," my mother-in-law stopped my brother-in-law.

"Auntie, you don't know, Old A has a lot of connections! He's got everything he wants done, and so far, nothing he can't get done!" Little K chimed in, encouraging his brother-in-law.

"Mom! Don't worry about it." The brother-in-law glanced at his mother-in-law, then turned to Old A. "Brother A, we haven't known each other long, so I shouldn't be asking you for help. But I can only rely on you for this. If you think highly of me as a brother and want to help one of my brothers, then drink this toast I'm offering you." The brother-in-law said, handing Old A his glass.

Hearing this, Old A stood up. "Brother, don't say that. I'm a kind person. You're my brother's brother, how could I not help?" Old A glanced at his wife, paused briefly, and then downed his drink in one gulp. As soon as he sat down, Old A laughed heartily, "Drinking is like accepting a mission. Brother, don't worry, I'll do my best, giving it my all. But I'm just saying I'll give it a try. If I succeed, don't laugh; if I fail, don't be angry." As he said this, Old A glanced at his wife.

A few days after that drinking session, Old A really did get his brother-in-law a job. He got a driving job at a very well-known private company, with holidays and high pay, just a bit far from my home. But the distance was actually a good thing for me.

My brother-in-law stayed at my house for a week and then happily went to work. My mother-in-law stayed at my house for a month and a half, during which time Old A visited her several times. Each time he came, he brought something and said many witty and humorous things, making the old lady very happy. After hearing all this, I truly forgave Old A from the bottom of my heart, even though his actions had an element of showmanship. Between people, a little showmanship isn't necessarily a bad thing; it can even enhance mutual affection. I could sense that Old A's actions stirred something within my wife's heart.

After seeing my mother-in-law off at the train station, I returned home. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when I got home. My wife was wearing a suit and lying on the bed. Ah, we were back to our time together. Seeing my wife's tender arms and legs, I couldn't help myself and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

"What are you thinking about with those squinted

eyes?" I teased her. "Get lost, I really wanted to take her home. I couldn't bear to let her go home alone. But my mom wouldn't let me. She'd definitely get home very late." As she said this, my wife's eyes reddened again. I quickly changed the subject, saying a few words to cover up her emotions. Seeing her expression change from worry to joy, I felt relieved. Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang. I immediately realized it was Old A calling.

I said to my wife, "You answer it. No matter who calls, just say I'm not home yet." After saying that, I gently pressed the answer button. My wife was slightly taken aback, but immediately understood what I meant. The two exchanged glances. The wife picked up the phone, and I leaned closer.

"Hello. I know you're home alone." It was Old A's voice.

"Yes, what's up?" the wife said softly.

"Haha, I want to eat your steamed buns." Old A's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was unrestrained, which infected me as well. Since she was alone in the house, Wang Hui was less reserved.

"Go away, don't talk nonsense."

"Haha, aren't you home alone? We've talked about everything when we're together. You're not a little girl anymore." Old A's teasing piqued my interest. I smiled and looked at my wife, wanting to see how she would respond. My wife winked at me playfully. Because of our long talk last time, my wife understood my true thoughts, so her reservations about me disappeared. The two of us had reached a tacit understanding. She had guessed what I was thinking.

"Life is better now, every family has steamed buns, hehe, go home and eat some!" my wife teased him.

"I miss you." Old A's words were full of sincerity.

"Hehe, you're thinking about too many people." His wife continued playfully.

"No! You stormed into my heart and drove away all the other women. You're the only one in my heart." His wife declared in a teasing tone.

"Hmph! You men just use sweet words to fool people, you all fall in love with every woman you see. I don't believe it." "Heaven and earth bear witness! Haha, you can tell I'm not lying just by looking at my honest face." Old A sighed and continued, "I've summarized five good things for you, do you want to hear them?" "Which five?" his wife asked softly.

"A charming smile and expressive eyes are the first good thing; a delicate nose and fragrant lips are the second good thing; skin as smooth as jade, delicate and flawless is the third good thing; a full figure, curvaceous and shapely is the fourth good thing; as for the fifth good thing, can you imagine it?" At this point, Old A deliberately kept her in suspense.

Women all like to be praised, and his wife was no exception. Hearing such a frivolous compliment, her face blossomed into a smile.

"I don't know." His wife replied with a giggle, her tone becoming even more coquettish. I could tell my wife already knew what he was going to say.

"Your butt! Haha, especially when you're kneeling with your back to me, it's so full, white, and round, it makes me lose control." Old A chuckled twice. "I'd be willing to be welded to you every day." "Hehe, you're so naughty, so bad," my wife said with a laugh.

To be honest, I never expected a burly man like Old A to say such things. To keep listening, I gave my wife's buttocks a slap as encouragement.

"Haha, little sister! I want to eat your steamed bun, but not for free, I'll give you a banana in return." Hearing Old A's words, a blush spread across my wife's face.

"Hehe, your banana is too hard, I can't handle it!" my wife said in a soft, seductive voice. At this moment, seduced by the sweet words, she completely ignored me.

"Shall we go to your house now?" I could feel Old A's breathing quicken.

"No, he'll be back soon. It's not good if he sees us," my wife quickly nipped his idea in the bud.

"That's right. When I'm almost back, I'll come to your house and we can chat tonight. You won't object

, will you?" My wife looked at me, seeking my opinion, and I nodded to her in agreement. Seeing that I agreed, my wife finally agreed to his request. After hanging up the phone, my wife went into the bathroom. A little while later, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. It turned out she was washing herself, and my heart couldn't help but churn. Thinking of Old A, I felt a mix of emotions. I was both jealous and sympathetic towards him.

(VII)

Every family has its own troubles. This saying couldn't be more fitting for Old A. When he was having an affair with his wife, he told her about his situation. His wife then relayed what he had said to me.

Although he had achieved some success in his career, his family life was far from satisfactory. As I mentioned earlier, his wife was an ugly woman. Not only that, this woman suffered from postpartum hemorrhage, which left her with chronic illnesses and a significantly reduced libido. She often avoided him and was unwilling to have sex with him. In the prime of his life, full of energy, how could he endure such torment?

Not long after, he began an illicit affair with his mother-in-law, who had been living with him for a long time. It was said their first time happened while his wife was in postpartum confinement after giving birth to their second child, when his mother-in-law was fifty-two. At first, I was skeptical of my wife's account. But upon reflection, it couldn't be a fabrication. By chance, I met his mother-in-law, and to my surprise, this now sixty-year-old was even more attractive than his wife.

Initially, this mother-in-law had strongly urged her daughter to marry this poor young man. Her husband had died before she was fifty.

After his death, she lived with them. One had nowhere to vent her energy, and the other, widowed for many years, accepted her son-in-law. Thus, an illicit affair became a natural consequence. Of course, my wife later provided fragmented accounts of his situation, which further convinced me of this. Old A was a strong and vigorous man with a very strong sex drive. He not only charmed everyone at home, young and old, but also frequented brothels. According to my wife, since he met her, he has rarely had relations with her mother, and he hasn't been unfaithful outside the marriage. He thinks my wife is the epitome of womanhood, and he's captivated by her. Of course, the latter part might just be his usual flattery, so there's no need to delve into it.

My wife, wrapped in a bath towel, walked into the bedroom, while I remained in bed, pondering my husband, considering how to face him and how to deal with him. Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang again. My wife picked it up, and it seemed the other person asked her something. She replied, "Not back yet," and then the other person talked for a while. My wife listened attentively, and finally excitedly said "Okay" before hanging up.

"Who was that? What was it?" Because I hadn't pressed the listen button, I didn't know what the other person said, so I just asked casually.

"Hehe, honey, good news! I passed my written exam, and I can have an interview in a month." "That's great news! We have to celebrate properly tonight." Actually, for the past year or so, my wife has been both idle and busy with important matters. She spent most of her time studying at home. To find a permanent job, she needed to pass an exam and interview to qualify. While her mother was alive, she took the written exam and passed, which was a step closer to success. I was happy for her.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I have to go out tonight!" my wife said, sounding slightly embarrassed.

"What for?" I asked, surprised.

"Old A just called. A friend in HR told him I passed the written exam. That friend wants to meet him tonight. Old A wants me to come too, to meet them; they might be needed for the interview." "Then I'll go. After all, I'm the head of the family!" I joked.

"Parent, add your leg! Hehe, I just told him you weren't back yet, and you're making it look like we lied again." "Oh! That makes sense. Don't go outside and wait for Old A when he comes over. Go on!" "Okay! You can make dinner yourself! It shouldn't take too long." My wife said, picking out clothes from the closet, trying them on three times. After changing, she sat in front of the vanity mirror and carefully groomed herself.

Only when she was completely satisfied did she pick up her handbag and leave.

Old A's call completely disrupted my plans. But there was nothing I could do; smoothing things over and finding a job was the priority.

I couldn't let a small thing ruin everything! That evening, I made myself something simple to eat. After eating, feeling bored, I went back to my workplace and retrieved the books I'd left in my dorm. The long night passed, and I kept company with my books, leaning against the headboard and reading a novel.

First, I read three stories from *San Yan Er Pai*: Yu Boya smashing his zither to thank his soulmate, Bai Niangzi eternally imprisoned in Leifeng Pagoda, and Bai Yuniang enduring hardship to become her husband. Later, I switched to *A Grand View of Ming and Qing Romance Novels* and read the story of Jin Yunqiao. I read

until I was dizzy and my eyes were blurry before I finally fell asleep. Because I read it so quickly, I don't remember many of the plot details clearly.

However, the character of Jin Yunqiao left a deep impression on me. Her life was full of hardship. In her early years, her family suffered a sudden tragedy, and she left the man she loved with tears in her eyes. Her sister married her lover in her place, while she herself married far away. Her husband died early, and she was sold into a brothel. Later, by a twist of fate, she became the wife of a mountain bandit chief.

But her good fortune didn't last long, and the mountain bandit chief was wiped out by the government. She ended up in a nunnery. Later, her brother-in-law, who was also her first love, went through many hardships to find her and take her home. He wanted to rekindle their relationship, and her sister also persuaded her to share a husband. This passionate and righteous woman only agreed to share a room but not a bed. Before the red candles and jade curtains, with tears in her eyes, she recounted her plight to her former lover, saying that she was already a withered flower, and could not let vanity tarnish her pure feelings. The next day, she moved to a nunnery behind the official's tomb, praying day and night for the happiness and well-being of her lover and sister. Whenever I think of this story, I am deeply moved. Her lover was a well-read official; he must have remembered the poem "Willow of Zhangtai": "Willow

of Zhangtai, willow of Zhangtai, are you still as green as you once were?

Even if your long branches still droop as before, they will surely be broken by another's hand."

He could fully imagine how difficult it was for a weak woman in a chaotic world to preserve her chastity. However, even after marriage, he still couldn't forget Jin Yunqiao, sending people everywhere to inquire about his lover. His deep affection moved even the heavens, and Jin Yunqiao's selflessness in saving her family and her willingness to reflect on her actions are even more touching!

She had lived a life of luxury, but it wasn't something she willingly embraced. The book contains a long passage describing her feelings at the time. I don't remember the exact details, but the poem by Xu Yueying, a famous courtesan from the Jianghuai region, perfectly captures her sentiments: "For losing my three obediences, I weep frequently; what use is this body in human relationships? Though I spend my days in revelry, I long for simple clothes and plain garments." Facing her former lover and the impending wealth and glory, she didn't feign affection or try to win his favor by "lying on his lap." Instead, she always considered others' feelings. This woman's body was tainted, but her heart was pure. Her heart was clean because she always retained pure and genuine feelings. Humans are emotional beings. When we seek our own happiness and joy, shouldn't we also maintain a pure heart and sincere feelings towards our partners and friends?

My wife's opening the door woke me. I looked at the clock; it was already three in the morning. Her hair was slightly damp, and there was still a trace of alcohol on her lips. Coming home so late, I knew without asking that she must have been intimate with Old A. Seeing me awake, she hurriedly stripped off her clothes and slipped into my bed.

"Honey, I'm so happy today. You know what? There were five people at dinner today. Besides Old A and me, the other three are all useful people. One from the personnel department, one from the supervisory department, and one from the civil affairs department. They all said they'd done their best." Hearing her say that, I was happy too. But I also reminded her not to get too excited; you applied for the civil affairs department, so there's a lot of competition. However, my words didn't dampen her spirits. Perhaps it's because of this happy occasion.

Neither of us felt tired. She told me about the dinner, how much the person from the personnel department could drink, how witty the person from the supervisory department was, how the person from the civil affairs department had such a wandering eye, how Old A and she had managed to socialize with these people, and so on. While

she was talking, I leaned in and smelled her, asking if she had taken a shower again. This time, she was no longer shy. After a slight hesitation, she readily said, "Yes, I'm going to take a bath to sober up." "Did you and him do it again?" I asked Old A, and my wife could tell.

"No. Those three went too!"

"Why does taking a bath take so long?" I thought she wasn't telling the truth.

"Don't doubt me," my wife sensed my suspicion and explained, "They went to watch a two-person comedy show. Hehe, those two-person comedy shows are hilarious, though the things they say are a bit risqué." In that case, they didn't have time to be alone together. I said "Oh" in agreement. However, I guessed Old A must be anxious! Holding my wife, listening to her say that the two of them hadn't done anything wrong, I felt sorry for them.

Tonight, the night was as clear as water, with a gentle breeze. With wine as matchmaker, I wonder how many wild couples were entwined in love. Haha, I hope we can be together for now, and let the moon be hazy forever. I let go of my wife and lay down again.

(VIII)

What you can't have is the best. This applies to finding a partner and getting married as well. People often find that their choices, once made, are not about choosing a partner, but about helplessness and regret. As a man, if you marry an unattractive woman, you feel guilty and don't want to take her out; if you marry a beautiful woman, you constantly worry that she might cheat on you. In fact, women also complain, complaining that the men who stay by their side every day are incompetent, while the capable ones often leave them feeling like widows.

So they tell themselves, "Be lenient with yourself, otherwise, if you work yourself to death, someone will spend your money, live in your house, play with your lover, sleep in your bed, and even tear up your photos and beat your children." Life is full of disappointments; what we consider lucky often comes with risks. Nothing can be perfect. So-called perfection only exists in dreams. Although my wife has made mistakes, she is still like a willow on the lakeshore, her branches still so tender and beautiful reflected in the river of my heart. In my eyes, she is still a delicate flower in the mist, her dreamlike charm stirring my heart. Although we have had our share of bumps along the way, we are still inseparable, like fish and water. Because of this, I became indifferent to my wife's affair with Old A.

However, when the image of a woman weeping flashed through my mind, my heart became uneasy again. An incident from when I was ten years old had left a deep impression on me.

A beautiful woman walked past a crowd with her head down. Someone immediately shouted, "Oh! It's torn, it's torn!" The word "torn" was a euphemism for a woman having an affair, a derogatory term for a married woman having an extramarital relationship.

Even as a child, I understood the weight of that word.

"Haha, kid, where's it torn?" another person chimed in, adding to the jeers.

"Her pants are ripped?" Hearing these grown men's mockery, the woman glared at them with shame and indignation, then turned away, wiping her eyes and hurriedly fleeing.

"It's hard enough for a woman, have some decency!" another woman walked by, criticizing the two.

"Oh dear! Auntie, you should pity her, let Uncle take care of her!" As soon as she finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. The woman laughed and chased after the speaker, scolding him.

Later, I learned the whole story. This woman and her husband were both labeled as rightists, and her husband was later sent to work in a faraway place. The woman was left to care for her child and blind mother-in-law alone. A man from the village often helped her, and over time, she developed feelings for him. Lonely and dejected, she fell into his arms. They were discovered kissing in the shed where the threshing ground was located, and the two were taken to the brigade headquarters that night. She initially remained silent, but after being questioned several times, the militia company commander became enraged, rushed over, slapped her twice, and had her pants pulled down, handcuffing her to a pillar in the headquarters. How could a weak woman withstand such threats and intimidation? Finally, she had no choice but to lower her head and tell the truth. They questioned her in great detail: who initiated it? How many times? Where? Nothing was left unanswered. Later, they even asked what methods they used. The woman blushed deeply under their questioning, but terrified by their power, she had no choice but to tell the whole story. Her story quickly spread throughout the village, embellished and rewritten in many different ways. This woman was pitiful; the shame and indignation on her face when she turned back is still etched in my mind.

I know my wife won't stoop to that level. But if my wife and Lao A were to meet secretly outside, it would be easy for them to be discovered, leading to gossip and whispers behind their backs—a consequence far more serious and unbearable than the affair itself. Conversely, the thought of them entwined in my home would put my mind at ease.

At my old workplace, we had to work shifts every two weeks, under surveillance, one person for the first half of the night and one for the second. Shifts were strictly forbidden, including sleeping. Friday night was my shift. Sitting in the duty room, bored, I started watching "Wenji Returns to Han" on CCTV's drama channel. The plot wasn't complicated, but the female lead was beautiful, the lyrics exquisite, and the melody melodious. I was quickly drawn into the story.

Cai Wenji was the daughter of Cai Yong, a literary figure of the Eastern Han Dynasty. She was learned, eloquent, and skilled in poetry, a renowned woman of talent in ancient times. Taking advantage of the chaos, the Qiang and Hu barbarians plundered the Central Plains, and Cai Wenji, along with many other captured women, was taken to the Southern Xiongnu. She married a man of the Xiongnu's Left Wise King and had two sons. After Cao Cao pacified the northern warlords, he sent someone with a thousand taels of gold and a pair of white jade discs to ransom her, and she was remarried to his bodyguard Dong Si. While many may not be familiar with Dong Si, they should know about the Three Kingdoms period and Sima Shi and Sima Zhao. Her niece, Xiahou Hui, married Sima Shi. While I sympathize with her difficult circumstances, I also marvel at her unique life experiences. Looking at the actress's beautiful face and graceful figure, I thought about how unfortunate it was that she was forced to leave her homeland and abandon her husband and children. But in truth, she was also fortunate.

Including the time before her abduction, the talented Cai Wenji married three times in her life. The first was a gentle and refined gentleman, the second a gentle and refined nobleman, and the second and third were burly and muscular men. She experienced both the gentle caress of a soft breeze and the awe-inspiring power of a raging storm; it could be said that she enjoyed the love of the opposite sex that other women rarely experienced.

As the lingering notes of "Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute" faded, my thoughts returned to reality.

What was she doing? With this question in mind, I picked up the phone and called home. The first time I called, I heard a dial tone; perhaps the phone wasn't placed properly. I used this excuse to justify my wife and to comfort myself. Half an hour later, I called again, and the answer was still a dial tone. My wife is a very meticulous person; could she make such a basic mistake? I began to wonder. I knew she wouldn't be asleep before ten o'clock. What was she doing?

Watching TV? Reading? Or…?

I hadn't noticed if Old A had come home. If he had left, there was no need to say more. If he hadn't come home, the two of them must be together. He's usually in charge of arranging the duty roster, so he knows I'm on duty tonight. Given how passionate they are right now, he won't just sleep peacefully, will he? If they're together now, are they at my house or his dorm? If they really are together, I'd rather they were at my house, so no one would find out, whether they're cuddling and talking or making love in bed. Imagining what might happen when they're together, my heart aches with a mix of bitterness and excitement.

The next day, I got home very early. My wife was still fast asleep in bed. As soon as I entered, I looked around and noticed something—two used condoms in the trash can!

Ah! Old A was here. I shook my head, threw the two condoms back in the trash, and quietly began cleaning the house.

While cleaning up, I was also thinking about a question. Everyone hopes for love to last forever and be perfect, but external erosion often leaves cracks and imperfections, making it unrecognizable. No matter how deep the love, who can guarantee their love will be perfect? Life has its art, but also its flaws; I know this very well.

But I also firmly believe in myself, in my rationality, and in my ability to handle emotional issues and crises in family life.

The first light of dawn broke in the east, and soft light streamed through the glass window onto the thin blanket, clearly outlining the curves of my wife's body. Her eyes were slightly closed, her jade-like arms protruding from the blanket, lying across her chest, a strand of bangs curving across her forehead, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathed evenly. Her long, disheveled hair was gathered and spread on the pillow, her neck appearing even longer and more graceful in the soft light, making my heart flutter. I carefully reached out to stroke her neck, afraid of accidentally disturbing her sweet sleep. But the moment my fingers touched her skin, she opened her eyes.

"You're back!" she murmured dreamily.

"It's still early! No need to get up," I said, taking off my clothes and lying down next to her. She nestled in my arms, her rounded buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, curled up like a kitten. I lovingly pulled her closer, kissing her hairline behind her ear. In my heart, Yan was my daughter. I loved the feeling of her snuggling in my arms, loved her clinging to my neck and acting coquettishly, loved her occasional mischievous expression. Relaxed, I began to savor the warmth and romance of our time together. Ah! She was still my precious darling!

After holding her for a while, I propped myself up, letting my lips and tongue roam over her body, kissing her shoulders, her back, and her full buttocks. I noticed a faint red mark on each of her buttocks.

I knew her skin was delicate and tender; even a little too much pressure would leave a mark.

"Why are your buttocks red?"

She didn't answer, but turned her body towards me, her breathing becoming heavier. My teasing reignited her desire.

"Was he here last night?"

"Mmm!" she hummed nasally.

"Was it him who left the red mark?" I could guess that it was a mark Old A left on her when he was crazy. However, I wanted my wife to say it herself, so I asked again.

"If you're not here, who else could it be! Ha, you know perfectly well!" As she said this, her face showed a shy yet playful expression.

"That person is so inconsiderate, so cruel, I'm not talking to him anymore!" I pretended to be angry.

"Hehe, you're so cutely silly!" My wife saw that I was teasing her on purpose. She stroked my head twice. "I like him like that, it makes me feel like I can fly, fly to the sky." Saying this, my wife pulled me into her arms. My face was pressed between her breasts. Talking about Old A, my desire was fully aroused.

"Husband, you're so good!" Before my wife finished speaking, I had already turned over and pinned her down.

(IX)

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's Qixi Festival again. On this traditional Valentine's Day, people's sensitive and tender heartstrings are most easily plucked. Especially on the night of Qixi Festival, gazing at the star-studded sky, one's thoughts wander through the deep, quiet night, traveling to the Magpie Bridge of Love, feeling the Weaver Girl's sorrow and the Cowherd's heartfelt cry.

The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl has endured for thousands of years, because it contains the longing for love and the tenderness of affection.

For over a year, we've weathered life's storms together. My work has been recognized by my superiors, and she has successfully entered the civil affairs department, officially becoming a member. It's like seeing a rainbow after a long, arduous journey; though the rainbow isn't very clear, it's enough to lift our spirits. On a long, quiet autumn night, with a gentle breeze, my wife and I finished dinner and walked hand in hand into the peach orchard. The peach trees were taller than a person, row upon row, many branches intertwined, like lovers holding hands, gazing at each other, leaning on each other. I put my arm around my wife's waist, like a couple deeply in love, strolling through the peach grove. In the dim, tranquil atmosphere, we would sometimes take a deep breath, savoring the freshness and leisure the peach trees offered. Sometimes we would look up, searching for the enchanting Milky Way. When our gazes fell upon the pale Milky Way, my wife smiled radiantly; though silent, her eyes revealed a tender, ambiguous affection. I knew her heart was overflowing with feelings for him, and her emotions were stirring again.

"What are you thinking about?" I gently stroked my wife's waist and hips. "On Qixi Festival, you're here with me, but has your heart wandered elsewhere?" I teased her softly.

"Hehe, I'm thinking about handsome guys, is that wrong?" I knew she was teasing me too.

"Hmph! You're such a greedy little cat!" I said, pulling her into my arms and hugging her tightly before letting go.

"In here, no one outside will find out. A perfect place for a rendezvous!" At that moment, I couldn't control my heart, and the urge to investigate resurfaced. I knew that, by some twist of fate, they hadn't been together for two months. I also had a vague feeling that my husband realized I'd discovered their affair. Because I'd subtly asked my wife. She had gone with him to a dinner party once, then went to see a traditional folk opera, returning home very late. Not long after, my husband asked her if I knew about it, and what my reaction would be when she got home. My wife told him I hadn't made any move, and he just nodded and said nothing more. From my wife's simple account, I could completely glean Old A's thoughts. If I took the initiative to break the ice, he wouldn't admit his relationship with my wife. He acted without speaking, and I pretended not to see; the two men reached a temporary tacit understanding.

"Have you two been here before?" I asked. My wife was touching a peach, her loose sleeves slipping down to her shoulders, revealing her tender, lotus-root-like arms and sparse armpit hair, her red bra faintly visible. Her knee-length skirt accentuated her rounded figure, making my heart flutter.

"Yes," my wife replied, already used to my questions. She glanced at me and casually uttered two words.

"A quiet night, a gentle breeze, a beautiful face. Haha, he's not as honest as me, is he?" "Of course!" She understood my unspoken meaning and gave me a shy smile. "Last May Day, on a night like this, we came here once." "Did you do it here?" I tried my best to control my excitement and asked calmly.

"No. I didn't want him to, it's embarrassing to do it in the wild. But his hands were restless, touching you everywhere." "Where did he touch you that time?" I pressed on.

"Don't ask, it makes me embarrassed." My wife said, letting out a coquettish sound.

"Haha, you've already done it with him. What's there to be ashamed of or hide?" I said, slipping my hand under her skirt and pressing it against her buttocks.

"Did he touch you here?"

"Yes! He pulled my skirt down halfway, the cool breeze and his warm hands together on my buttocks, the feeling is indescribable." My wife said, glancing at me again, though I couldn't see her expression. From her bright eyes, I could feel her pleasure and excitement. "Are you satisfied now? That time he almost lost control. He was touching and kissing me, giggling, he made me all wet down there." "Haha, what a pity I didn't get to see such a lively scene! I'll have to see how he performs next time." "Giggling, watching your wife being intimate with someone else. Are you crazy?" "You two haven't been intimate for two months. Has he found someone else?" "No way. His heart is still with me. He called me several times, saying he misses me. I didn't say yes." "There are some things I shouldn't be saying. Old A is a good person. He's always taken care of us, helping us find jobs and helping your brother solve his problems. We can't do something like that—use them and then forget them!" I seemed to be comforting my wife, but I was actually just making excuses for myself.

After I finished speaking, my wife remained silent for a long while before whispering, "I'm worried you'll be unhappy if I see him so often." "Don't worry about that! I'm not two-faced. I've already thought it through. I remember talking to you about this before: the reason extramarital affairs are so prevalent is that they complement family life. Emotions and the body can be separated. Giving your emotions to the one you love and your body to someone you use is a smart woman's choice. Foreigners do this quite well; they have spouses and lovers, and they can coexist peacefully. I won't object to anything that makes you happy and is beneficial to our family." I paused briefly, then continued, "When you get back, give him a call and ask him to come over for a chat tonight.

Haha, I want to see just how charming you are and how deep his feelings for you really are." "It's too late. How late are you going to drink?" My wife looked surprised; she hadn't expected me to say that.

"It's alright. It's too late, let him sleep at our house, haha, you can go keep him company, I'll just watch!" "Hehe, I think you've gone crazy!"

My wife is a woman who loves cleanliness. She takes more water and time to shower than other women, scrubbing her entire body thoroughly every time, applying shower gel to every inch of her skin. This time, she was especially meticulous in her washing. After rinsing off the shower gel and drying herself, she applied "smoothing lotion" to her body while admiring herself in the mirror. Sometimes she would tilt her head back to look at her firm breasts, sometimes she would bend down to touch her round, full buttocks. The more she looked, the more confident she became, the more she felt she was a top-tier woman, one in a hundred.

After her bath, she put on her specially made casual clothes. These clothes were made of grayish-white silk fabric, with a low-cut, short-sleeved top and a pencil skirt. Because of the low neckline and thin fabric, her red and black bra and red panties were faintly visible. This was her favorite outfit, and she usually wore it at home.

We had just finished showering when there was a knock at the door. My wife went to unlock the door, and it was Old A.

"Why are you only coming now?"

"I went to the city. I rushed over from there, and if I bought anything else, I'd be late." Old A said, handing a plastic bag to my wife. "I'm free today, so I thought I'd have a drink with you two." "Brother A! Sit here." I'd started calling him Brother A at home, forcing a smile as I spoke.

Old A seemed quite pleased with the title. He chuckled.

"Haven't been here for two months. You're a good brother, and a good sister, I consider you family!" He started with this as soon as he sat down, his voice a little louder because we were inside.

"Hehe, we remember how good you've been to us!" My wife said, handing Old A a cup of tea.

"Haha, I've always thought Brother A is a trustworthy person, a good guy!" I casually agreed.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that, brother. I was worried I'd get kicked out if I came too often!" "Oh! Don't be like that!" My wife, alluring and smiling, sat down next to Old A. Seeing her coquettish demeanor, I felt a pang of jealousy, but I kept smiling.

"Brother! I brought two bottles of Wuliangye. We're free today, let's have a drink and chat." "Okay! I'll go prepare it." I said, heading into the kitchen. While I was preparing the food, my wife let out a soft "oh" from the bedroom. My hearing is always excellent, and I caught that sound perfectly. Just as I was about to investigate, my wife came over, her face flushed. The first button of her shirt was undone, revealing a line of bright red against her fair skin. To hide her embarrassment, she adjusted her hair while striking up a conversation with me.

"You're so clumsy, let me help you!" she said, her emotions still turbulent, her breasts heaving noticeably. It wasn't until five dishes—two cold and three hot—were placed on the table that my wife returned to normal.

Old A and I sat facing each other, with my wife in the middle. We had barely sat down when Old A picked up the bottle and poured three glasses, keeping one for himself and handing the rest to my wife and me.

"I'm not drinking, you two drink!" my wife said, trying to push the glass away.

"You're the lady of the house, how can you not drink? This wine is good for your skin and complexion. Haha, it even helps with the fun!" From her voice, it was difficult for others to distinguish between "fun" and "sex." Old A cleverly used the ambiguity of Chinese pronunciation to both persuade her to drink and flirt with my wife. Old A was perceptive; my wife gave him a suggestive look, smiled, and accepted the glass.

From the very first glass, Old A displayed his unrestrained side.

"A cadre's work hours and leisure time are different. Cadres are human too, aren't they? The friend I met before I came here is the Party Secretary. You'd think a Party Secretary would be serious and solemn, right? But at the dinner table, he was quite talkative and witty. Of course, haha, it's more fun with you guys than with him." "Hehe, you're just saying that." My wife laughed and patted Old A's shoulder lightly.

"You don't know. He told a joke at the dinner table that made everyone laugh." "What joke? Tell us quickly!" My wife urged him.

Old A cleared his throat, deliberately putting on a solemn expression. The story reflects a conversation between two women. They were strolling around town when a strong gust of wind suddenly blew by. Woman A said: "What a strong wind!" Woman B said: "How dangerous!

What if my skirt gets blown up?" Woman A then said: "Then I need to go home and change my pants!" Woman B asked: "Change to long pants?"

"Guess what Woman A's answer was?" Old A looked at my wife and me.

"She's probably worried about showing too much skin, so she wants to change into long pants," my wife chimed in without hesitation.

"No, she wants to change into pretty underwear!" Old A deliberately raised his voice, mimicking a woman's mannerisms.

"How annoying. Always making fun of women," my wife chuckled, accepting the joke. Some say a woman's genitals are directly connected to her soul. If a man develops special feelings for a woman, initially he'll be attracted to her upper body, but over time, he'll inevitably desire her lower body. When a woman offers her lower body, her feelings undergo a qualitative leap. At first, I didn't believe this, but seeing my wife and Old A's expressions and actions, I started to believe it.

"Haha, have you heard of the four great joys and sorrows of life?" Not wanting to spoil the fun, I tried to join in.

"What joys and sorrows? Tell me, brother."

"The first joy is passing the imperial examination, the second sorrow is being named after someone else; the second joy is rain after a long drought, the third sorrow is the rain continuing; the third joy is meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the third sorrow is the old friend asking for money; the fourth joy is the wedding night, the fourth sorrow... haha!" I paused deliberately, waiting for both of them to turn their attention to me. Then I slowly said, "The fourth sorrow is the wedding night, being unable to get an erection!" "Haha, brother, that's a good joke! Sexy but not lewd. Good! Good!" Old A clapped his hands exaggeratedly twice. "For your good joke, brother, I'll toast you!" He then downed his drink in one gulp. I followed suit and finished my drink.

"Brother! From now on, your business is my business. Come on! If you acknowledge me as your brother, let's have another drink!" Old A said, raising his glass.

"Don't let him drink. He can't outdrink you!" His wife tried to stop him.

"Women shouldn't meddle in men's business, haha, I'm just here today to have a good drink and chat with Brother A!" I knew in my heart that Brother A had already had a drink once, so there was no need to be afraid of him today.

After drinking a second cup with him, we had both drunk three cups. During this time, my wife also told some anecdotes about her new workplace, and the atmosphere in this small drinking party for the three of us was warm and harmonious.

"Brother A, my husband and I have always regarded you as a friend and family. Thank you for taking care of us." I toasted him. My wife handed the wine to Brother A.

"Sister, if you say that, you should be punished. You're not honest, sometimes you're just not honest with your brothers." Brother A then said a lot of high-sounding words like a gangster, and declined to drink. I hurried to join him, and my wife and I drank with him. He had no choice but to drink. Because I drank too fast, I coughed violently, and two drops of water spilled from the corner of my eye.

"Ouch! Why are you being so stubborn!" my wife complained, and got up to massage my back.

"Stop drinking! I'm getting a bit of a headache too." Old A said, putting two pieces of food into my bowl.

"Brother, eat some food to calm down!"

"It's okay. The alcohol just went astray. Haha, it went astray." My unintentional remark made Old A pause for a moment. He quickly recovered.

"I've been choked by alcohol before, drink more water, it'll pass in a bit." He chuckled twice, quickly using other words to cover up his panic.

Although I hadn't drunk too much, my head was already throbbing, and my face felt a little hot. Also, to give them some time alone, I pretended to be drunk and said to Old A, "Brother A, I can't go on, I'm going to lie down for a while. Let her have a couple more drinks with you!" "Your face is red. Go and rest. I can't stay here either, let my sister-in-law massage my head for a bit, then I'll leave." Old A continued from where I left off. I knew he wasn't being sincere. However, I didn't want to expose him yet. I didn't say anything, just waved goodbye and stumbled into my master bedroom. My wife followed me into our bedroom, made me some tea, pulled back the covers, and quietly closed the door behind her.

I lay alone on the bed. Ah! It truly lived up to the saying, "A brocade quilt covers half the body, leaving the other half idle."

After my wife left, I quietly got out of bed, gently turned the lock on the door, opened it a crack, and then lay back down.

I lay motionless, but my ears were constantly listening to the sounds outside. The conversation outside had become much quieter, but I could still hear it intermittently.

"My brother has been detained by the police again. Can you help me think of a solution?" It was my wife's voice. I didn't know what my brother-in-law had done this time. This time, my wife didn't tell me.

"Why?" Old A asked in surprise.

"He got into a fight, and the police want him released and paid for medical expenses!" My wife sighed. My husband disliked my brother the most, and this time I didn't dare tell him. He continued, "I'm afraid the injured person might use this opportunity to extort money!" I listened intently, waiting for a while, but there was no response from Old A.

"Just help him one more time! I won't interfere if he causes trouble like this again," my wife said urgently.

"Hehe! You need to be in a good mood to get things done," came Old A's chuckled reply from the other room.

"Aren't you in a good mood today?" My wife raised her voice eight octaves in confusion.

"Haha, how can I be in a good mood if you don't perform well?"

"Hehe, I see you! You're full of filth," my wife said, laughing and scolding him. Then came a rustling sound.

"Don't—tear it—mmm," my wife uttered in a sweet, coquettish voice.

I could imagine the allure my wife was in at that moment. Her sweet, coquettish voice made my heart race, my blood rush, and I was no longer sleepy.

"You're wet down there," Old A whispered.

"I'll go check on him, I'll be back in a bit," my wife said in a low voice, but I still heard her.

My wife quietly came to my side. Through the corner of my eye outside the bedroom, I saw that she wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas. She called my name softly twice, but I didn't respond. Then she quietly closed the door and left. Our house isn't very soundproof; any noise, even slightly loud, can be heard from elsewhere.

First, I heard the rushing sound of water flushing from the bathroom, then the slam of the door, followed by my wife's excited "Mmm." Hearing these clearly purposeful sounds, my heart nearly leaped into my throat. Later, everything quieted down. But the images of my husband and wife kept haunting my mind. Several times I wanted to open the door to see what they were doing. I gently turned the lock, then turned it back.

That night, I repeated this action three times. From some point, a light rain began to fall outside, raindrops pattering on the banana leaves. On the night of Qixi Festival, a light rain fell—could this rain truly be the tears of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl? I wasn't sure about that, but lying in bed, the sound of raindrops outside and the ticking of the clock beside me somehow reminded me of the creaking of the bed. At that moment, my heart was also filled with sorrow, a mix of excitement and sadness. Alas! I was giving my wife a lover! But how many people could understand this? Thinking of this, my heart ached, and my eyes welled up with tears.

I don't know what time I fell asleep, nor what time Old A left. That night, we didn't do what most people imagine—a threesome. Such an activity would inevitably require overcoming a psychological hurdle, but how easy is it to overcome?

Four days after Qixi Festival, on a whim, I wanted to check the novel I kept under the bed. But the novel and the videotape were nowhere to be found. After repeated questioning, my wife finally revealed it belonged to her fellow villager, Xiao K. It turned out to be Xiao K's; he had asked my wife to keep it, and later, when he was transferred, he took it. I remember my wife's expression was still somewhat flustered when she said Xiao K's name, but I didn't ask any further questions. Alas! She's gone; let bygones be bygones.

My beloved wife's love life ends here.

Truly: A few romantic escapades, a fleeting dream.

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