[Wife's Poison] Chapter Eleven - You're So Good, Girl

11. You're so good, girl.
Spring has arrived, and Jiangnan in spring is beautiful. The wind is gentle, the air is fresh, and

even the steel-like city buildings are bathed comfortably in the soft sunlight. Along the crisscrossing roads, willows sprout tender buds, and grass

stretches its arms and legs from the ground.
My career is as vibrant as spring. In the past two or three months, I've completed three design

projects —even our department manager, Lin Zheye, couldn't have done that. The bonuses, of course, came pouring in, and my

smile was full of sunshine.
In the midst of my busy schedule, I didn't forget my love life—which, of course, refers to my affair with Xunmei.

So my sunny smile took on a touch of spring, and my heart was filled with tenderness. Colleagues and clients

alike were involuntarily infected by my charm, and my career became even smoother.
But at night, when I looked up, the sky hung low like a gray fog, and cold dust fell onto my face,

chilling me to the bone. My wife, Mengchan, seemed to have never truly emerged from winter. Her face was etched with the chill of winter,

growing colder and colder until it was almost frozen
solid. Rome wasn't built in a day! Finally, one day,

Mengchan . That day, I used my newly received salary to buy Xunmei an expensive, elegant dress. Xunmei

came out of the fitting room, did a 360-degree turn, and the dress billowed like a small umbrella, her smooth, white legs dazzling all the men in

the store .
Xunmei happily closed her eyes and kissed me, but when she looked up, her eyes were fixed blankly on something

behind me. Her face turned pale instantly, and she quickly pushed me away, standing to the side,

her .
I turned around and saw Mengchan's jade-like face frozen solid, her gaze like knives,

slashing at . Behind her stood her sister, Mengjuan, carrying bags of clothes, standing like a lackey

behind my wife.
My wife glanced at me with her sharp eyes, then turned and left, her high heels clicking

loudly .
Mengjuan looked at me reluctantly, then stamped her foot and followed Mengchan.
I was torn. Should I leave Xunmei and chase after my wife, or stay to take care of my frightened little one

?
The moment my wife Mengchan stepped out of the glass door, I made my decision. I turned to Xunmei and comforted her,

"Baby, it's okay. You go back first. I'll explain to her. I'll call you tonight." Xunmei stared at me blankly

, looking a little aggrieved and worried. I quickly kissed her slightly cold cheek and hurried

after Mengchan.
In the Lexus, Mengjuan was driving, and my wife Mengchan and I sat in the back. I tried to take Mengchan's hand,

but she forcefully shook me off. Mengchan's face was ashen, and a chill ran down my spine. Actually, I had long expected

this to happen, and I had prepared myself, but with my sister-in-law Mengjuan present, it wasn't convenient for me to say anything.
Mengjuan drove while glancing at us through the rearview mirror every now and then.
Only my mother-in-law was home; she usually rested on weekends. This mother-in-law seemed

to sense a strong tension between us and quickly asked what was going on. Mengchan and I remained silent,

heading towards our room. I saw my mother-in-law quietly pull Mengjuan aside to ask her.
The spring sunlight streamed through the window, bringing warmth, but it was now

chilled . The setting sun brought the lingering chill of winter.
"Wife, you've seen it all. I have nothing to say. Take your anger out on me first. I'll take it all," I

said first. I was in the wrong, I was willing to accept punishment. But saying this was extremely irresponsible, because

I hadn't offered a solution.
"You want me to hit you, yell at you? You bastard! You only know how to bully me! What am I supposed to do?" Mengchan

collapsed onto the bed, as if an iceberg had melted, tears streaming down her face.
So she had been pretending to be strong all along, holding back her outburst and tears. Was she

holding back for my sake? Or for her own dignity?
Her cries now sounded so helpless, and even my stone-like heart softened, but I still uttered

those cold words.
"Girl, I'm sorry to you, but I'm also sorry to Xunmei. I can't give her up. You...you see,

could you accept her?" I stammered out these shameless words.
"You want me to accept her? You want me to share a husband with this vixen? Ye Daren! You're shameless! You

want to enjoy the blessings of having two wives? Dream on!" Mengchan looked at me with disdain. Indeed, beautiful wives and concubines seemed to be a thing of the past

.
"Then, then what do you suggest?" I stammered. I loved two people at the same time,

but my wife didn't occupy even half of my heart. I didn't know if this was her tragedy or mine.
"Cut off your relationship with Su Xunmei immediately, write me a guarantee, and I can forgive you." Mengchan showed

the leniency that every kind wife would. If Mengchan had cheated, I doubt she would even

have had .
"I said I wouldn't leave her. If it really doesn't work out, let's get a divorce. I'll give you everything,

even our daughter. If you don't want to raise her, then give her to me." I finally said the words I had been preparing for so long.
These words were like a sharp sword; these words were like poison. Mengchan, sitting on the bed, trembled slightly at my words

. She looked at me with disbelief, as if she couldn't believe I had said those words. So heartless, so

irresponsible . Her face was full of disappointment, gradually turning to despair.
She suddenly stood up, her slender finger pointing directly at my nose, and said hysterically, "Fine! You pay

me back the 150,000 yuan you owe our family right now, and I'll divorce you!" I felt as if I had been slapped in the face. Money

is naked; it has no sense of shame. But if you take someone else's money and then try to have feelings for them, any normal person

would feel ashamed. Mengchan covered the money I needed for my trip abroad, and her family also

lent me the money I borrowed from relatives and friends. Now you're asking for a divorce, and they've agreed, they just want you to pay them back immediately—that's

perfectly reasonable .
"Could you give me a few more years? I... I really don't have the money right now, but my monthly salary is very high,

plus bonuses. Give me... give me a few more years, and I can pay it back." If there were a hole right now, I'd crawl into it.

My wife demanded I return her money. Besides heartbreak, I felt utterly humiliated.
"No money, huh? You have the nerve to divorce me? You have the nerve to cheat on me? Let's call

both sets of parents to come and judge this. Let's see if you can still say such things then!" Mengchan looked at me mockingly,

her disdainful gaze piercing my pride.
"I...I...I..." I stammered, unable to speak. If I called my parents, I

really didn't want to see them struggling over 150,000 yuan, and I was even more afraid of hurting them by my wife's words.
At that moment, I was ashen-faced. I stared blankly at my wife, who was usually so obedient to me, but now seemed

so distant and harsh. My heart was a jumble of emotions, I didn't even know what to feel. What I

couldn't bear was that every word she said was reasonable, every word was piercing my heart.
I hung my head, like a defeated rooster.
While showering, I secretly called Xunmei and told her that I couldn't visit her for a while, and could only

call her when I had free time. Xunmei said she understood and told me to spend time with my wife.
Once a crack appears in a relationship, it only grows wider. After the falling out, Mengchan and I

could never go back our warm past.
After that, I worked hard to earn money, giving almost all of it to Mengchan, but she said

she didn't want to wait until we paid off the debts before getting a divorce. I thought to myself, "If you don't want to, we'll get a divorce in court!"
Mengchan and I haven't had sex since. Sometimes she tries to appease me, wanting to reconcile, but

she's unyielding on Xunmei's issues. I resent her for hurting my pride with money that time, and I've always been cold and indifferent to her.

I know I've been selfish, so selfish that I hate myself.
Unlucky in love, lucky in career—that perfectly describes my current situation. I now

earn around ten thousand a month with my salary and bonuses. The more I earn, the closer it seems to be to escaping my wife's misery. I'm like an electric dick with a powerful

motor , only knowing how to fuck wildly.
I used to want to move out and rent a place, but now I don't have the spare money. My wife is like a landlady, hoarding my

generous monthly salary. Sometimes I prefer to work late into the night, dragging my tired body home to find

my wife asleep alone in bed, wearing a sexy nightgown, with what looks like tear stains on her eyes. I sigh,

and without even taking off my clothes, I collapse onto the bed.
Sometimes Mengchan looks at me with a hint of regret, and even more so, a hint of unease. Perhaps she knows that by doing this,

she will eventually lose her husband. But she has always disagreed with my relationship with Xunmei. Now I realize that her

possessiveness is comparable to a man's. I believe no man would like to share a

wife , and Mengchan probably feels the same way.
Lately, Mengchan seems to have become incredibly irritable, throwing things at the slightest provocation. Now even her parents

are a little afraid of her, and Mengjuan is like a mouse, avoiding her sister whenever possible.
Both sets of parents noticed a possible conflict between us, and held several family meetings.

However, neither Mengchan nor I revealed the key reason, and Mengjuan seemed even more hesitant to speak up. I suspect

she wouldn't dare tell the truth when her mother asked her.
Life went on like this, like a zombie's, and my relationship with my wife Mengchan had reached a freezing point.

Naturally, Mengjuan and I talked more; no one can remain silent in an environment forever, otherwise,

what's the difference between that and living alone on a deserted island?
That day, I had to leave work; the company was having a big cleaning, so I had no excuse to work overtime. As

I walked out , I saw Mengjuan across the street. She usually takes the bus to work, but today she was

at a well-known bookstore near my company. I happened to see her, so I called out to her, and she waved

excitedly .
The bookstore was bright and clean, with many books, but few customers. Mengjuan was browsing through the books, and in her

focus, she accidentally bumped into me while I was reading.
"Ouch! That hurts!" Mengjuan instinctively covered her pert breasts and exclaimed.
Mengjuan had indeed bumped her full breasts against my arm, but it shouldn't hurt this much, right?
"Are you alright? Juan'er, you're sweating. Are you hurt somewhere? Let's go to the hospital."

I noticed a slight sheen of sweat on Mengjuan's face, and her expression was one of extreme pain. I was shocked, thinking

she might have been injured or had some kind of health problem.
"No, I'm fine." Mengjuan's expression was a little unnatural. She avoided looking at me, seemingly a little shy, but

more likely trying to prevent me from asking further questions.
Mengjuan tried to calm herself down before saying she had already chosen her books and asking

if I wanted to continue reading. I said, "No need. You've bought them, let's go home."
I rode that electric scooter, which now felt out of place to me, but Mengjuan, sitting on the back,

didn't . She gently leaned her head against my back, the slight warmth seeming to travel from her cheek through her clothes

to my back. Actually, I was wearing quite a lot of clothes, so there shouldn't have been that much heat, but there was just

that feeling, maybe that heat was called tenderness.
But I noticed that no matter how uneven the road was, she wouldn't lean in. Was she in

pain somewhere? Just now in the bookstore, her breast brushed against my arm, and I felt

a slight flutter in my heart. She's my sister-in-law, what a sin!
We talked a lot on the way, but we seemed to tacitly avoid Mengchan's sensitive spot. When I asked Mengjuan what kind of guy she liked, I was surprised and asked her why she wouldn't like
someone as outstanding as Wei De . 　　Mengjuan said that if she were to find someone, she would want someone like her brother Da Ren. My heart skipped a beat. Could this girl have fallen for me? That wouldn't do! I was still in a cold war with her sister. If I accidentally crossed the line, the cold would immediately turn into a hot war. 　　I could only give an awkward smile and then remain silent. When we were almost home, Mengjuan told me to stop and go ahead, saying she'd go back later. It felt like we were having an affair, but if we went back together and Mengchan saw us, she'd definitely ruin everything. 　　I rode my electric scooter on, and casually glanced back, noticing a lone child . It looked familiar, but I didn't think much of it. 　　When I got home, my mother-in-law said Mengchan had taken her daughter for a walk in the garden. I nodded and went upstairs...

A little while later, Mengjuan returned. My wife, Mengchan, didn't come back until we were almost ready to eat, carrying our daughter.
That night, lying in bed, Mengchan had changed into a sexy nightgown. The nightgown revealed what shouldn't be revealed,

yet glimpses of what shouldn't be.
A soft fragrance wafted from the covers, and my penis was rock hard. Should I embrace this fragrant body

? But if I initiated the encounter, wouldn't that be tantamount to surrendering to her?
Mengchan casually unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra under her nightgown. Her breasts were

half-hidden, arousing my desire.
Mengchan glanced at me with a teasing look, and that one glance made my pride take over. I turned

my head away, refusing to look at her.
But Mengchan defiantly took out her weapon, striking my weak spot with her artistically exquisite little feet.
A pair of crystal-white jade feet emerged from the blankets, pure and natural, like a lotus rising from clear water. Those tiny, delicate

feet, as white as snow, were adorned with a sensual red lip and a vibrant rose carved on the instep. The red lips

kissing the jade-like feet, the rose reflecting on the snow-white skin—it was lifelike, breathtakingly beautiful.
My penis throbbed, my eyes, like a leech, climbed onto my wife Mengchan's alluring feet

, my gaze lingering on the tattoo, then on her ten slender, bamboo-shoot-like toes. Her toenails were unadorned, only lightly

coated with a glossy polish; the tender pink flesh shone through the thin, crystal-like nails, appearing exceptionally exquisite.

The toenails were clearly meticulously manicured, neat, clean, and fair. How wonderful it would be
to caress them gently in my hands, or to suckle and lick those plump,

pearly toenails with my tongue! But though the beauty before me was my wife, I had to give up.
Just as I was about to lose control, I abruptly pulled back the covers. When my wife, Mengchan, thought I couldn't resist being

intimate with her any longer, she puffed out her chest and stood on end, overjoyed. But I ran to the bathroom, only to hear

suppressed sobs behind me, a mournful and sorrowful sound.
In the bathroom, I pulled out my grotesque penis and began rapidly masturbating. Was I doing the right thing

? What husband acts like this towards his beautiful wife? I asked myself, do I still love Mengchan?

Yes, I still love her, but not nearly as deeply as I do with Xunmei. If I had to choose between the two

, I would choose Xunmei without hesitation.
Ever since Mengchan caught me with Xunmei, I haven't seen her again

. We mostly steal moments to call each other during work breaks. It's not that I don't want to see Xunmei, but I feel

that seeing her before the divorce would be breaking the rules. This game was my

cold war with Mengchan. My stake was being with Xunmei, while Mengchan's stake was 150,000.
We both knew that I might be the ultimate victor in this war without gunpowder, but if it were me,

wouldn't I also be a loser? My wife and children would be separated, I would be burdened with the accusations of ingratitude and infidelity.
The sperm stretched the tiny urethra, striking the mirror like a bullet. This semen, carrying suppressed,

guilty, and humiliated emotions, hit the bright mirror, thick and sticky like snot

, making the person in the mirror appear even uglier. The person in the mirror's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face slowly relaxed,

slumping weakly on the toilet seat. The person in the mirror slowly ran their hands through their hair, burying their face in

their hands ; the confident demeanor of the daytime was now gone.
Late at night, the innocent baby girl in the crib, already weaned, slept peacefully, sucking her fingers. Her

parents lay back to back on the bed, each seemingly staring into the endless darkness until the

first light of dawn broke, when the room was filled with the soft sound of their breathing.
Spring hadn't quite gone, yet summer had already quietly arrived. Most people took the May Day holiday, even

my father-in-law, Liu Dongxian, who was usually so busy he was rarely seen, took his beautiful wife, Mingyue, on a trip to another province.
I didn't want to face my wife, but the company did have a project that needed someone to work on, so I took it on

. Everyone at the company said I was a workaholic. I could only shake my head and smile bitterly; who else was as afraid to go home as I was?
I didn't bring Xunmei with me because I could feel a pair of piercing eyes

watching me from every little clue. I even suspected that she knew everything about the trip I took Xunmei to the underwater park.
I liked business trips; they allowed me to call Xunmei without restraint, whispering sweet nothings.

Although no longer had physical contact, our emotions remained inseparable.
However, I only stayed on this business trip for two days before I had to return. A dispute arose on the project, causing it

to halt, which was outside my jurisdiction. I was merely a third party, a designer, responsible for

following . If the person in charge had any questions, I was
only responsible for providing answers and suggestions. With the project halted, I had no choice but to return early. I didn't tell Mengchan; we were practically speechless now, and

we were locked in this deadlock.
The moment I entered the house, I heard the sounds of lovemaking, my wife's characteristic

giggles. My mind went blank. Had my wife, Mengchan, cheated on me to get revenge? My heart ached as if pierced by

needles , my mind a complete void.
Although my affair with Xunmei was indeed wrong, a betrayal of Mengchan, my male pride, or

perhaps selfishness, fueled a surge of anger.
I walked up the stairs, step by step, very quietly. I wanted to see who this adulterer was.
Just then, a shout of "You lowly dog!" rang in my ears like a thunderclap. This vile word had once again

come from my wife's mouth, but this time the recipient wasn't me, but the adulterer in the room!
"Hehe...it feels so good to lick you! Your tongue has improved lately! All my past training has paid off. Be good

, lower your head! I get annoyed just looking at your face." My wife, Mengchan's, cries were truly wanton and unrestrained.
Past training? So, it wasn't just recently that she cheated on me? Humph! So, you say I'm cheating

? Haven't you been cheating on me for a long time?
My anger surged, but my legs were weak and powerless. This was, after all, my wife. I had

loved . Had we really come to this?
My legs, as weak as noodles, finally made it to the second floor. The door was wide open. No wonder

the noise was so loud. You two are too arrogant! Taking advantage of my absence and your parents' absence, you're so wanton.

Shamelessness and lewdness are your true nature.
But when I stood at the door and looked inside, I was stunned.
Inside were the two sisters, Mengchan and Mengjuan, and Mengchan was clearly playing the queen. My

inexplicable instantly subsided. I was simply curious that these twins, who weren't usually close

, were engaging in lesbian acts.
I only glanced inside before quickly leaving the room. But I saw my wife, Mengchan, sitting like a queen

on the dressing table, her slender, white feet dangling from the table, clad only in black high heels—

the kind that —and without stockings. The blood-red rose tattoo, combined with her swaying feet, looked so alluring and wanton.
Between Mengchan's legs was Mengjuan's head, her long black hair covering Mengchan's hips and

inner . Mengjuan knelt naked on the cold floor, wearing only black

stockings. Her snow-white back and buttocks were shockingly covered in whip marks, and her delicate body

trembled slightly.
Twins, identical faces, identical figures. At that moment, one was like a queen, the other like

a slave .
In that fleeting glance, my wife's lewd behavior was fully revealed. Mengchan didn't notice me, and Mengjuan,

with her back to me, obviously didn't see me either. I was completely at a loss.
This seemingly respectable family was actually full of perverts. I don't know if Mengjuan was forced into this or

if she enjoyed it. That's why I didn't rush in to stop them. Everyone has privacy, everyone

has secrets they can't tell.
No wonder Mengjuan's chest hurt; I guess she was being abused. I've heard of sadists and

masochists abroad. I wonder if these sisters are like that.
Humans are curious creatures, especially when it comes to peeping into other people's privacy, and I'm no exception. My heart felt like it was being

scratched by a cat. After hesitating for a while, I finally quietly went to Mengjuan's balcony.
Mengjuan's balcony was next to ours, making it easy to climb over. For the first time in my life, I felt a little guilty climbing up my own property like a thief

, but even more so, a thrilling and dangerous feeling, like a burglar.
Upon reaching the balcony of my room, the glass door was open, with only thick curtains concealing

the erotic scene inside. Peeking through a crack, the debauchery within was laid bare.
A white-trimmed dressing table, fortunate enough to support the woman's white buttocks with its broad body,

seemed to relish the trembling body of the woman in its arms. Although it could only touch her buttocks, it involuntarily

trembled with her cries. One of its enormous eyes could see the woman's snow-white back; though it could only see

so much, it was probably already quite satisfied.
Mengchan looked down at her sister beneath her, occasionally lashing her

bare back . "Snap!" The belt lashed out, casting a dark shadow. Mengjuan let

out a muffled "Ooh," her voice seemingly drowned out by her sister's lower abdomen. Her body twitched as if electrocuted, but quickly returned to normal.
"Get up!" Mengchan haughtily pointed only her chin at her sister.
I saw that Mengjuan's jade-like face looked as if it had been soaked with water. Her once smooth and

dry black hair was now sticky and clinging to her pale cheeks. Her lips were completely bloodless, and I could only vaguely see one corner of her

lip; from my angle, I could only see her profile.
"Open your mouth, open it wider! Didn't you eat?!" Mengchan slapped Mengjuan across the face with a loud

"smack," making my heart skip a beat. My
wife, Mengchan, had sunken cheeks, her small mouth slightly pouting, then her lips tightened inwards. After a moment of preparation

, she spat her saliva into Mengjuan's mouth.
"Ugh... Sister... please don't humiliate me like this!" Mengjuan's mouth was full of saliva, making it

difficult for her to speak, but hearing her pitiful voice, I felt an urge to protect her.
"Are you courting death? Swallow it! You lowly dog, you can only call me master now, I don't want to remind you

a second time!" Mengchan reached out and viciously pinched one of Mengjuan's nipples, twisting it forcefully.
"Ah!" Unable to bear the pain, Mengjuan spat all her saliva onto Mengchan's body and face.
"Ah! You wretched dog, are you asking for death!" Mengchan, disregarding the saliva on her body, stood up, walked

behind Mengjuan, and lashed the already battered back and buttocks with the belt.
Each lash felt like a personal blow; every strike sent shivers down my spine. This wasn't

because I had any special feelings for Mengjuan, but because these were the people I knew best. To humiliate my own family like this

was too much for me to bear.
"Master, Master, I won't dare again! Master, please spare this wretched dog!

This wretched dog won't dare again, waah..." Mengjuan dared not dodge, enduring the lashes while pleading for mercy.
"Let's see if you dare disobey me again, hmph!" Mengchan seemed satisfied, placing the belt on the dressing table.

Then she sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs.
"You lowly dog, crawl over here and lick your master's feet! Didn't you say my tattoos were beautiful? Then

come lick them!" Mengchan sat with her back to me, so I couldn't see her expression, but judging from her voice, she was definitely the kind

of queen who trampled on others' dignity.
Mengjuan crawled over, her beautiful hair now a mess. She was on all fours, her head lowered,

her hair hanging down due to gravity, obscuring her humiliated face.
Mengchan gently nudged Mengjuan's chin with the tip of her shoe, then lifted her sister's face.

Tears streamed down her once beautiful face, and her eyes, usually as bright as autumn water, were now devoid of their former

liveliness. But apart from that, there wasn't a single scratch on her face. I then realized that if Mengjuan

wore her usual clothes, you would never guess she had been whipped.
Mengchan had avoided whipping Mengjuan's normally exposed skin, only whipping the flesh covered by clothing. She had actually

treated her own sister like this in private, showing absolutely no tenderness or blood ties.
"I hate your face! You look exactly like me, how can I trust you? When I'm

not around , will you use that face to seduce my husband?" Mengchan swayed her shoes from side to side, and Mengjuan's head

swayed along with her.
"Master, I won't seduce my brother-in-law," Mengjuan whispered in protest.
"You won't? Why don't you usually call him brother-in-law? You say you won't seduce him, but Daren calls him so much nicer. "

"Huh? You call him 'Big Brother Ren' in private, do you think I don't know?" Mengchan pressed

the heel against Mengjuan's smooth, delicate right breast. I saw that the beautiful breast was covered in bruises.

That breast, once as beautiful as my wife's, had been utterly ruined.
"Master, please spare me, I'll never dare to do it again." Cold sweat streamed down Mengjuan's face.

She wanted to dodge, but dared not, fearing even more brutal punishment awaited her.
"Hmph! You dare not? I've warned you many times, yet you still secretly go to please him. Do you think

I didn't see it that day? You were sitting in the back of his car, leaning your head against his back. Is that something you can lean on?

Are learning from that vixen? If I find you being intimate with my husband alone again, I'll

cut off both your nipples. Anyway, they're covered in your bra, no one can see them." Mengchan actually threatened Mengjuan, intending to mutilate her

body . I felt a surge of fear at her actions. Was this my wife? " When did you become so cruel

?"
"You lowly dog...you lowly dog will never dare again, please...please forgive me, Master, please...Master punish me!" Mengjuan

cried out, her voice trembling with fear.
I couldn't bear to watch any longer, but I couldn't just rush in like that. It would look bad for everyone. I retreated

the way I came, only hearing Mengchan's giggles and Mengjuan's pitiful cries.
I quietly stepped out the door, then slammed it open with the key, making a deafening noise. The sounds upstairs

stopped abruptly, then a moment later, the sound of things being knocked over could be heard again.
I deliberately dropped my luggage on the ground, and a sudden "thud" echoed in the quiet villa.
"Wife, I'm home!" I shouted, but I didn't go upstairs. The two sisters were probably frantically

getting dressed and cleaning up the mess.
"Honey, Mengjuan and I are upstairs tidying up. Why don't you eat something downstairs? There's some

noodles ." Mengchan's voice trembled with fear. If I hadn't witnessed the two sisters engaging in SM, I

would have thought something I didn't want to see had actually happened.
I waited quietly for a while before Mengchan and Mengjuan came down the escalator together. From the outside, there really

wasn't anything wrong.
Mengchan and Mengjuan were even wearing arm sleeves, both dressed in loungewear, their exposed skin fair

and translucent.
I secretly glanced at Mengjuan's face; she gave me a shy smile, but her eyes

held a deep fear. She stood slightly back, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Honey, you're back! Are you hungry? It's just Mengjuan and me today, so we didn't cook much.

There's only a little left. If it's not enough, I'll cook some more." Mengchan quickly went to prepare, and I was somewhat touched.
Mengchan and I were in a cold war, but it was only a sexual one. In our daily lives, we still cared for each other.
Seeing Mengchan's joy at seeing me, a surge of tenderness welled up within me. I silently walked

behind her, embracing her delicate body. Mengchan trembled, her hand, which had been stirring the pan with a spatula,

stopping abruptly.
I bent down slightly, burying my head in her shoulder, quietly resting against her shoulder,

kissing the fragrance of her hair.
A burnt aroma filled the air; the scallions in the pan, which had been frying, were now burnt.
"Honey, it's burnt," Mengchan's voice trembled with sobs.
I quickly turned off the gas and asked Mengchan to turn around. Her face was streaked with tears, a single tear clinging to

the tip of her nose , about to fall.
I quickly kissed it away; her nose felt cool, and the tears tasted salty.
"Little girl, I'm sorry," I said, cradling Mengchan's head and looking at her earnestly. Mengchan hadn't done anything wrong; it was all

my fault.
"Waaah…" Mengchan seemed deeply wronged, burying her face in my chest and sobbing uncontrollably.
I gently patted my wife's trembling shoulders; she was already sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't know what to

do; I had broken the hearts of two women.
I saw Mengjuan staring blankly at us, somewhat incredulous at our actions. She turned and silently

went upstairs.
"Let's make up, okay?" I said softly.
"Hmm, but...but..." Mengchan wanted to say something, but didn't want to ruin the

situation .
"Wife, can I talk to you about something?" I wanted to offer my wife a solution that would satisfy both of us.
"Go ahead," Mengchan looked at me stubbornly; I knew she wouldn't back down on this.
"Wife, I've told you about Xunmei, but...but in the end, I misunderstood her.

She didn't betray me; she was just forced. If I hadn't misunderstood her, we wouldn't have become husband and wife,

wouldn't you say?" I said softly, watching her expression intently.
"You misunderstood her, and then you two can be together?" Mengchan said with a hint of resentment.
"Can we compromise? I can't just break things off like this. I'll maintain a semi-lover relationship with her

, talking on the phone occasionally, only sleeping together once a month, and I'll have to report to you. What do you think

?" I proposed this absurd solution, which I thought would be the best of both worlds.
"Then, then you're still together, aren't you? I can't stand seeing you together, I

can't even bear to think about it." Mengchan's tone wasn't as explosive as before, which reassured me a little.
"Girl, I'll only cherish you more and love you more from now on. If I go to her place, I'll

tell you beforehand. Can you accept that?" Seeing Mengchan's wavering, I couldn't help but concede a little

more .
"I, I don't know." Mengchan seemed genuinely wavering; after such a long cold war, she was probably scared.
"Girl, I'll love you even more than before, I'll cherish you even more than Xunmei. Do you really want to see your husband leave you

and fall into someone else's arms?" Saying this, I felt a little ashamed. How

selfish I was, using my wife's love to blackmail her.
"Honey, you're such a jerk. Falling in love with you is the biggest misfortune of my life. But you have to listen to me from now on

, you have to be very obedient to me, and then I'll promise you," Mengchan said, sounding a little self-pitying.
I kissed her forehead and then said easily, "As long as you stop calling me a bitch and saying anything hurtful..."

"I'll listen to you about self-respect." "Honey, I was wrong last time. I don't know why I just

yelled it out. Maybe I have a natural tendency to be abusive. If I ever hurt you in the future, just tell me, and

I'll change immediately." Mengchan's big eyes were as clear and bright as the sky after rain.
I was so moved that I picked up my wife's delicate body, spun her around, and then said to her affectionately, "My dear,

you're so good!"
(To be continued
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