[Wife's Poison] Chapter Seven - The Strange Tattoo

VII. The Bizarre Tattoo
My heart ached as if it were being ripped apart. Xunmei still loved me; she loved me deeply! Looking at her

beautiful, tear-streaked face, I almost wanted to tell her, "I love you too!" But I didn't say it, because love was in my heart, but

words failed me.
The moment I saw Xunmei cough up blood, I knew that I still loved her deeply, loved the one who had hurt me

the most .
But it was all too late. I was already married; I had a wife and a daughter.
I gently wiped away the tears on her face, but the more I wiped, the more tears flowed. "Don't cry, Xunmei.

The doctor said you can't be too sad." How I wanted to call her "baby" again, but I couldn't say it now. I

had never called Mengchan "baby" before; that nickname was Xunmei's exclusive.
"Husband, tell me, this isn't real, this isn't real!" Xunmei seemed to have just woken from a nightmare;

she was seeking my approval.
"Xunmei, I'm married, and I have a daughter. Let's not do this anymore." I gently pushed her

delicate body , and those large, soft breasts were so far from my chest. I was so reluctant to let them go.
"No, you know, I still love you. I left him, I really left him. Let's

start over!" Xunmei hugged me tightly, her grip on my waist aching.
Those breasts were bigger, firmer, and more elastic than before, pressing against my chest, feeling very comfortable.

But then I suddenly remembered that they were trained by that Xu Qiyao. I felt like I'd been electrocuted, and I forcefully broke free from her

embrace.
Xunmei was caught off guard and fell helplessly onto the white quilt. She paused for a moment, then quickly got

off the bed, grabbed my hand, and said, "Daren, let me explain. I'll tell you everything."

Xunmei glanced at Zheng Xianyu and Li Suyin behind me, hesitating to speak.
It was only then that I realized those two despicable guys had been silently watching.
"Get out, get out!" I pushed them both by the shoulders, forcing them to the door, and then locked it.
Zheng Xianyu and his girlfriend even teased me, saying that my performance was quite spectacular.
I turned around, sat down in a chair, and looked at Xunmei, saying, "Tell me!" I wanted to hear

how betrayed me time and time again. Did she even have a reason?
Xunmei took a breath and then said, "I had already terminated the contract with him and

paid the 50,000 yuan penalty. I thought that was the end of it, but then he took

the videos and threatened to show them to your teachers and classmates at your school. He said that if I didn't comply with his wishes,

he would expose these videos and make you lose face. I often visit your school, and your teachers and classmates all

know me. I was afraid you would be looked down upon. So... so I... so I..." Xunmei was too embarrassed

to continue, her face filled with shame and guilt.
"And then you slept with him again? And you even happily licked his feet? You even licked his asshole?

And you called him 'Big Husband' and me 'Little Husband'! That's what I saw. Who knows what else I didn't

see ? Tell me, won't you admit you're despicable?" I looked at her with disdain, wondering

how long she could keep up her excuses.
"I am despicable! But that day, it really wasn't what you saw. None of that was my intention.

That day , that day he told me it was the last time. Those lewd words were things he taught me, words

I usually don't want to use. He said that as long as I acted willingly, actively pleased him, and did everything he wanted,

he would let me go. I thought it was the last time, so... so..." Xunmei's voice trailed off, and she

didn't .
"You did what he wanted? Then go find your 'Big Husband'! No, he's your real husband!

I'm nothing to you!" I was furious. Are there really women with big breasts and no brains like this? But then I thought,

she's so brainless because she doesn't want to drag me into this. I was both angry and heartbroken. This woman,

what am I supposed to do with her?!
"Besides that last time you mentioned, did you do it again?" I couldn't help but suspect. Was she

lying to me? Those breasts, so heavy, could they hold an even bigger deception?
Xunmei hesitated for a moment, then said, "Once, he forcibly dragged me to his villa.

That was the time I truly resigned." Once? Forcibly? Still acting! I was furious! I

took a step forward and forcefully ripped open her clothes. Her hospital gown had a single-breasted button closure, and I ripped the

buttons off, sending them flying everywhere.
Xunmei looked at me in horror. She couldn't believe I would treat her so roughly. Her face was pale,

filled with .
The roughness continued below. Then I tore off her bra.

Tiny drops of blood seeped from the delicate skin beside her breasts, then turned red, then purple.
I truly hated her for deceiving me; these enormous breasts were irrefutable proof! All her explanations earlier

paled in comparison! I grabbed one of her large, tender white breasts with one hand. Her breasts were so smooth and soft; such exquisite breasts couldn't exist
without slow, careful training . 　　I stretched Xunmei's breasts almost into long ovals, like those rugby balls I used to play with abroad. 　　Xunmei gasped in pain, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Desperately enduring the pain , her once-white breasts became engorged with blood, and the previously invisible veins slowly surfaced— blue, purple, red—spreading across the entire nipple. 　　She seemed to be enduring extreme torture, yet she remained silent. Was she going to become like Liu Hulan 　　(a notorious figure in Chinese folklore known for her cruelty and humiliation)? Xunmei's breasts were so slippery that the rugby ball bounced back rapidly, striking her chest with a thud. 　　Xunmei groaned softly, staring blankly at me, waiting for my next move. She was completely stunned. She didn't understand why the person she had always loved would do this. 　　Although it lasted less than 30 seconds, it felt like 30 years to her. She was waiting for an explanation! 　　I said disdainfully, "Your lying skills have really improved. If it weren't for those breasts, I would have been fooled by you." "I... I didn't lie to you at all. I don't understand." Xunmei looked completely bewildered.

"You still say you're not lying to me? These wretched breasts of yours, weren't they trained by him? The last

time I saw them, they weren't this big. Wasn't it him who 'nurtured' them for you these past two years?" I looked at her

feigned surprise, my face full of contempt.
"Ah! You've misunderstood, you've really misunderstood. He used to give me milk to drink, and later I found out it contained

estrogen. He also injected me with some drugs; I think he knocked me unconscious during the injections. My breasts

only slowly grew bigger in the last two years, and I only understood everything when I went to the hospital for a checkup." Xunmei hurriedly explained to me,

without a single pause, speaking so naturally.
Could it be? Could it be that I misunderstood her? She couldn't have woven such a perfect lie so quickly. Could it really be that

I misunderstood her?
My heart trembled. I was completely stunned. The truth was like this! I misunderstood her,

I said such hurtful things, and I even inflicted such cruelty on her most delicate parts.
My face was ashen; my heart was broken!
Time seemed to stand still as I stared blankly at Xunmei. Xunmei had opened her chest; her

left breast was so white, so tender, as smooth as cream,

surpassing all other beauty in the world. But on her right breast, five purple fingers were starkly imprinted on the tender flesh, those ugly

fingerprints defiling its purity.
My chest felt as if it had been dampened by a warm liquid. I realized then that

tears were streaming down
my face. I pulled her close, my lips fiercely kissing Xunmei's soft mouth.
Xunmei's previously lifeless face seemed to come alive. She responded passionately to my kiss, as if

trying to evaporate the loneliness of the past two years through this passion.
Xunmei's tongue was so sweet and soft. I used all my strength to savor the saliva on her tongue;

if it weren't for the fact that her tongue wasn't in her mouth, I probably would have swallowed it whole.

I stopped when I had already sucked her cheeks flat. Then I realized she had slumped into my arms,

her eyes tightly closed.
I cried out, "Baby, what's wrong? Don't scare me, what's wrong?" Xunmei was unconscious

, but a smile remained on her face.
I quickly pressed the emergency call button next to the bed, then swiftly straightened Xunmei's clothes,

opened the door, and rushed out to call the doctor.
Zheng Xianyu and Li Suyin were already gone. Passersby in the corridor turned to look at me;

I didn't know what expressions they had on their faces, nor did I have time to know.
I practically dragged the doctor back to the ward. He quickly examined Xunmei, then

scolded , saying he had repeatedly told me that patients shouldn't experience extreme joy or sorrow. He gave Xunmei an injection and then instructed me

to take good care of her and not let her continue like this. Even a cat with nine lives can't withstand this kind of torment. The doctor

shook his head and left.
I snapped out of my daze and ran out again to call a female doctor. The doctor was clearly annoyed by my rudeness

, muttering to herself as she followed me to the ward. If I weren't reasonably good-looking, she probably wouldn't have even

acknowledged me.
When the doctor saw Xunmei's injured right breast, she unleashed a torrent of vile language. I didn't care;

I deserved it.
Luckily, it was just a superficial wound, easily treated. The doctor's gaze at me completely erased any

remaining goodwill; in her eyes, I was probably a violent or sadistic maniac.
Sitting on the edge of Xunmei's bed, I gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, then leaned down

and lightly kissed her smooth, radiant forehead.
What to do? I couldn't let go of Xunmei, but I had a wife and daughter at home. Was I supposed to have one wife at home

and another outside? I ran my fingers through my hair, then gripped the roots tightly. Ugh!
At noon, I called Mengchan to tell her I wouldn't be going home that night, explaining that Xunmei's condition had worsened and I needed to stay

with her. I told Zheng Xianyu and his girlfriend to go home first; after all, they weren't family, and besides

, they had girlfriends with them. They also had to work; helping me take care of her for a day was already quite kind.
Zheng Xianyu said goodbye and left with his girlfriend. I didn't see them off; friendship is about

sincerity.
Mengchan sounded very reluctant on the phone; after all, it was only the second day of their marriage that her husband was out with another

woman—no one could tolerate that. But I didn't want to argue with her any longer, and I hung up before she finished speaking

.
Around 1 p.m., Xunmei woke up. I had already gone downstairs to buy porridge and some light vegetables,

bringing them up in a newly bought thermos.
Xunmei asked me to feed her, so I spooned small spoonfuls of porridge to her

mouth . Seeing the glistening, plump grains of rice slowly taken into her delicate lips, her pearly white teeth gently

clenching together, her pink tongue occasionally licking away the residue clinging to her lips. So adorable, and so sexy.
"Honey, you should eat too, you must be hungry. Hmm, let me feed you!" Xunmei seemed to suddenly

remember something, then offered her slightly bloodless red lips.
Xunmei actually fed me the porridge she had chewed. But with her saliva, this

tasteless porridge became the most delicious delicacy in the world. I didn't even have time to process it further before I

eagerly swallowed it.
Seeing that I didn't mind what she had eaten, Xunmei understood that I truly loved her, that I had truly forgiven her

. Tears of happiness flowed silently down her cheeks. Women are made of water, and Xunmei's frequent tears were

heartbreaking.
"Silly girl, don't cry, I'll never leave you again!" I gently wiped away Xunmei's tears, then pulled her soft,

fragrant body into my arms.
"Husband, I'm so happy!" Xunmei gently grasped my hand, placing it on her delicate

cheek , stroking it softly with her eyes closed.
I lovingly kissed her hair, the delicate fragrance of her hair reaching deep into my heart; I was captivated.
"Husband, will you come to see me often in the future?" Xunmei asked expectantly.
"Of course I will, I'll come to see my darling often." I hugged her tightly.
"Then I'm relieved. You should go home first tonight, don't worry your family." Xunmei said, but

her face fell.
"Baby, I'll stay here with you tonight. I already called home." I comforted her.
"Go home, I don't want to make things difficult for you." Xunmei looked at me with some worry.
I kissed her cheek and said, "But I can't bear to leave you. You're my darling."

Xunmei didn't say anything more. She leaned against me, quiet like a cute little kitten.
Today was the happiest day I'd had in two years. On this day, my heart was finally at peace. My beloved Xunmei,

she had no choice, she loved me so much, I couldn't let her down again.
But can a heart be divided in two? Xunmei was almost completely filling my heart right now. Was there any

room for Mengchan? I was a sinner! I hurt them both at the same time. What should I do? My heart

is small, it can only hold one person at a time. But Mengchan just married me, I can't just leave her like this.
When I was studying abroad, it was Mengchan who revived my dead heart. Her sunny

smile comforted my weary soul, and she gave me love anew. The past is vivid in my mind; I can't betray

her.
A dilemma! Most people would choose one option: procrastination!
I told myself, "Take it one step at a time."
Winter nights are always quiet. I gently embraced Xunmei's slender waist, watching the waning moon with her. The winter
moon is the loneliest, like a faded star, lacking the brilliance and dazzling light of autumn, seemingly

insignificant. But the moon isn't afraid of the cold; it still hangs high in the sky, bright and clear, waiting for people to admire and

praise it.
Although I had no heart to appreciate the moon's beauty, its afterglow shone on Xunmei's dreamlike face, serene

and radiant , captivating me. It was as if I were holding Chang'e in my arms, and we quietly watched her

beautiful home.
However, beautiful moments are always fleeting.
When Mengchan opened the ward door, we were still immersed in a dream.
"Husband." My wife's voice rang out behind me, like a bolt from the blue, and I froze. Xunmei was

the first to react; she gently pushed me away, her head bowed slightly, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? What's wrong so late?" I saw Mengchan's

eyes burning with anger, on the verge of exploding.
Mengchan said sharply, "If I had told you beforehand, would I have witnessed you two having an affair?" "I don't want to argue

today . Go wherever you want!" My tone turned cold. Ever since I saw this other side of Mengchan, my

feelings for her had slowly faded. All that remained were the beautiful memories of her from before, and our lovely daughter.
Mengchan took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and said, "Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have

raised my voice at you. Can I stay with you tonight?" Seeing her tone soften, I couldn't bear to disappoint her, so

I said, "Okay, but don't make a sound, this is a hospital." Mengchan sweetly agreed, then gently

took Xunmei's hand and said, "This must be Sister Xunmei? She's so beautiful! I was wrong earlier, it was

my fault." This woman's mood changed so quickly. But there wasn't a trace of anything unusual on her face anymore, as if Xunmei

were her sister. Xunmei was used to being submissive, and now that the person in front of her was deliberately trying to please her,

she chatted and laughed with her.
Mengchan let Xunmei sit on the hospital bed and then gently let her lean against a pillow. Her actions touched me

for a moment .
But then Mengchan took my arm and sat down with me opposite Xunmei. I felt incredibly awkward. My

wife was holding my hand, yet she was intimately chatting with my ex-lover, saying things that girls say to each other—it was very strange.
Xunmei was also very uncomfortable. While talking to Mengchan, she would occasionally steal glances at me.

When I looked at her, she would avert her gaze like a cat's paw.
Suddenly, I felt a delicate hand grab my penis. Because I was wearing a coat,

Xunmei couldn't see it.
Mengchan rubbed harder and harder, and my erection, uncooperatively, pressed against the fabric, causing a slight pain.
I didn't stop them, because they seemed so engrossed in their conversation, and I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere. Besides,

this feeling gave me a thrill of "cheating."
Reciprocity is always my best virtue. My left hand, which was resting against Mengchan's body, quietly slipped into her

buttocks. Since we were side-by-side, close together, Xunmei naturally didn't notice.
Mengchan was wearing low-rise jeans, barely wide enough to fit a hand inside. She cooperated, slightly lifting her hips and

leaning forward.
My fingers gently parted her plump buttocks, parting the cleft, and a finger pierced her tender, taut

anus. Her anus opened, the layers of flesh torn apart by my hard finger. I slightly bent my knuckle, hooking

the tight flesh inside her anus, gently scraping it with my sharp nail.
Mengchan's body stiffened, her voice trembling slightly. Xunmei quickly asked if she was feeling unwell. Mengchan

said no in a trembling voice. As if seeking revenge, she unzipped my pants with one hand, her jade-like hand reaching into my crotch,

two fingers forcefully clamping down on my glans.
"Oh!" I groaned softly, quickly shutting up. Xunmei thought I was also unwell and tried

to get up to check on me, but immediately realized that the woman beside me was the real wife, so she sat back down, only

looking at me with concern.
Mengchan and I both stopped, shifting from our fierce attack to a gentler one.
My fingers no longer scraped her tender flesh, but gently thrust in and out of her. Mengchan's delicate hand also gently grasped

my penis and began to stroke it.
How strange! How exciting! We, husband and wife, were actually having an affair right under Xunmei's nose. Looking at Xunmei's bright

face and her concerned gaze, my pleasure surged like a tide.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Afraid of being embarrassed and discovered by Xunmei, I quickly signaled Mengchan to stop,

and I withdrew my hand from her anus. Mengchan understood and obediently followed my instructions.
I excused myself to go to the restroom and left the ward. After a few steps, Mengchan came out behind me.
"She didn't notice, did she?" I asked, staring at the flush on Mengchan's face.
"No, she looks pretty, but she's actually a bit silly, hehe!" Mengchan said with a hint of mockery.
"Don't talk about her like that!" I glared at her, and Mengchan jumped in fright, sticking out her pink tongue.
As we reached the restroom door, I glanced around to see if anyone was in the men's room. Finding no one there, I quickly pulled

Mengchan inside.
The restroom had five individual stalls, each with a door. If you crouched down to look, you could see other people

's feet.
I closed the door and eagerly captured Mengchan's beautiful lips, sucking on her little tongue. My hands

ripped open her blouse, pushing up her bra, and her two snow-white breasts sprang out.
My large, fan-like hands covered her firm breasts, then grabbed the doughy flesh in my palms,

kneading and squeezing it, smooth and slippery.
My other hand quietly unfastened Mengchan's pants, pulling her black lace panties down to her smooth, white thighs,

my fingers penetrating her vulva, which was already overflowing with desire.
I took off my pants and sat on the toilet seat, my erect penis already throbbing. I pulled out

some and spread it on the floor. The floor was dirty, so I used all the toilet paper on it.
Mengchan understood immediately. She knelt down in front of me, slightly parted her mouth, and took my penis inside. Her

oral skills were no longer so hesitant, and my penis could slowly feel the tingling pleasure.
Under the caress of her small mouth, the glans of my penis appeared and disappeared in her mouth. Mengchan gently

scraped , her bright red tongue as nimble as a snake. After circling it, she sucked hard. Such a beautiful woman

serving me so humbly was truly intoxicating.
I stood up and let Mengchan sit on the toilet tank. Her eyes looked at me with watery eyes, seemingly

dripping with honey, full of desire.
I lifted one of her jade legs and placed it on my shoulder, while her other jade leg dangled limply to the side of the toilet.

Beneath a tuft of messy black hair between her legs, two tender, crimson labia parted, as delicate as flower petals.
I could no longer resist, and thrust my penis into her plump, fleshy opening. With a soft "plop," my penis

squeezed out a little of her sticky, lustful fluid, which trickled down, wetting her short stockings.
I thrust forcefully, and the tender flesh inside Mengchan's opening trembled slightly, sending a shiver down my

spine and making me feel an urge to ejaculate. I quickly slowed my movements.
With gentler movements, Mengchan's breasts, which had been pounding fiercely, began to rise and fall gently. Her delicate back leaned against the cold

tiled wall, goosebumps rising on her skin. But she seemed oblivious, her cloud-like hair cascading over

her chest, the fragrant skin of her breasts faintly visible. Her starry eyes were half-closed, her red lips slightly parted, and she occasionally let out soft breaths, suppressed yet

alluring .
Just then, someone entered the bathroom, and we quickly stopped, waiting anxiously. The two doctors

were talking urinating. The urine splashed in the urinal, making a "whoosh" sound.
"You mean that woman in room 302? Tsk tsk, she's absolutely gorgeous! I've never seen such a beautiful

woman. If I could touch her breasts and kiss them, I'd gladly give up a few years of my life

!" Doctor A said, lost in lewd fantasies.
"You haven't heard? The man next to her is incredibly fierce. He forced himself on her to call the doctor. He was extremely cruel to that

delicate beauty. I heard he's a pervert and a violent maniac! Xiao Mei said he

scratched her breasts until they bled!" Doctor B said indignantly.
"Really? I think I saw him being extremely gentle with her. Besides, someone so beautiful,

you'd be too busy cherishing her to hurt her," Doctor A said, half-believing.
"You don't know, there's a type of pervert like this. He's incredibly gentle with his wife normally, but when he gets angry,

or during sex, he's extremely violent!" Doctor B gave a very reasonable explanation.
"Sigh, these days, there are all sorts of birds in the forest," Doctor A sighed.
The two gossipy male doctors, having finished urinating, adjusted their pockets, and with the clatter of keys

, walked away.
Mengchan woke up from her desire and looked at me with a puzzled expression, saying, "You still hit your lover? Aren't you very fond of her?"
I said, "Never mind that, let's get down to business." Then I started thrusting again.
Mengchan seemed to have confirmed some information from me, and she was very happy, her moans unconsciously

growing louder.
I quickly covered her mouth with one hand, and then thrust into her body again and again. One of Mengchan's beautiful legs

rested on my shoulder, her smooth, silky skin rubbing against the skin on my shoulder, which felt very comfortable.
I lifted her calf, pressed her small foot to my mouth and nose, and inhaled deeply. A faint scent of silk stockings filled my

nostrils , igniting my desire. The toes of her stockings were slightly dark, probably from walking a long way.
I opened my mouth and took what others might consider unclean stockings into my mouth, savoring them gently. I love

every part of a woman's body, so I don't find it dirty. This woman, writhing beneath me,

is my wife, my lover.
The stockings were a little damp, a little smelly, but the alluring scent unique to a young woman was even stronger. The salty taste was stimulating, and

my saliva revealed her five full toes through the thin stockings.
I grabbed her tender foot, bit the stocking toe, and with a tearing sound, the five jade-like, snow-white toes hidden in the stocking

were no longer a mystery, just beginning to peek out.
My rough tongue probed between her tightly closed big toe, piercing through the gap, and I could

even .
My tongue moved back and forth, and my penis swayed back and forth beneath me. My tongue and penis were racing,

faster and faster. Finally, my pleasure reached its peak, and Mengchan's cries became even sharper. We

couldn't control ourselves anymore; we didn't care if we were discovered.
Luckily, it was nighttime, and there weren't many people around, so we were fortunate not to be discovered.
We came out of the bathroom and went to the sink, splashing water on our flushed faces, trying to restore

the abnormality to our original appearance.
Mengchan giggled softly; she seemed to really enjoy the feeling of having an affair. Her pleasure just now was

rare , except for the time she pretended to be the queen.
I told Mengchan to go back to the ward first, and then I went to buy a box of emergency contraception. I hadn't used a condom, and I ejaculated inside her;

it wouldn't be good if "someone got pregnant."
Back in the room, Xunmei and Mengchan were already asleep in bed together.
One was my beloved wife, the other my ex-girlfriend. Like crabapple blossoms in spring slumber, like lotus flowers blooming side by side. Seeing them lying

together in bed, seemingly in perfect harmony, I couldn't help but fantasize about having beautiful wives and concubines, one on each side. If only it could

be like that!
Lost in thought, I fell asleep on the edge of the bed. In my dream, I saw Xunmei, dressed in a nun's robe,

riding on clouds away from me. I ran frantically on the ground, but

couldn't catch up; one in the sky, one on the ground, how could I possibly catch her? Behind me stood a mother and daughter, none other than Mengchan and my daughter Zhenzhen. They were weeping, lamenting

my heartlessness, which I ignored. I ran towards the cloud, finally plunging

into a bottomless abyss.
I stumbled, waking with a start, drenched in cold sweat.
Looking at my phone, it was already past four in the morning, the time when people are usually in the deepest sleep. Looking at the two beauties in

bed , so peaceful and harmonious. It seems I dreamt about what I was worried about during the day.

I chuckled to myself and went back to sleep.
For the next few days, I visited Xunmei, but Mengchan always followed, so I didn't say anything. She and Xunmei

got along very well; she'd never been this close to Mengjuan. Mengjuan also came to see Xunmei; she seemed to really like her

.
Although I couldn't be intimate with Xunmei, seeing them so happy and harmonious was

comforting and a pleasure.
A week later, Xunmei was discharged from the hospital. Mengchan and I took her to her current rented apartment.
Xunmei's room was still neat and clean. On her desk was a photo of us

kissing , taken by a stream not far from the school. I held the camera I'd borrowed from a classmate,

stretched out my arm, facing away from ourselves, and pressed the shutter.
Xunmei and I stuck our tongues out at the same time, our tongues colliding, our faces

beaming with joyful and happy smiles.
The moment Mengchan saw the photo, her cheeks twitched violently. She stared blankly at the

picture , a hint of malice flashing in her eyes. I thought I was mistaken and tried to look again, but it was gone. Maybe I

was overthinking it, I shook my head.
Xunmei noticed Mengchan's unusual expression and quickly put the photo frame away, looking at Mengchan with some fear. Mengchan smiled and

said, "It's okay, your relationship with my husband is in the past. We're good friends now, no need to mind."

She took the photo frame from Xunmei's hand and placed it back on the desk, though the sound was a little loud

.
Life went on like this. Mengchan and Xunmei got along quite well, but I never had a chance

to speak properly with Xunmei. During this time, Mengjuan found an accounting job in the city, and I, through my mentor's introduction, was going to interview

at a large design company.
That noon, I received the interview notice, so I said goodbye to Mengchan. Mengchan insisted on driving me, and

I couldn't refuse, so I got into her car.
Mengchan parked her car in a designated parking space on the commercial street, the most

bustling . Pointing to a tattoo shop across the street, she told me she wanted to get a tattoo. I objected, but she said she

didn't want to look the same as Mengjuan. I asked what she wanted, and she said a rose, because we

had a bouquet of roses in our wedding photos.
I thought, since Mengchan cared so much about being different from Mengjuan, I'd grant her wish. I don't like

overly embellished natural skin; natural is beautiful.
I told her I'd come see her after my interview. The interview was approaching, and I didn't want

to impression.
Mengchan nodded and went into the rather large tattoo shop. Seeing how professional the shop looked,

I felt relieved. I just hoped she wouldn't catch any diseases; many tattoo shops are unsanitary, and bacteria can infect the skin,

sometimes even leading to HIV.
Fenghua International Architectural Firm is an overseas company; the boss is American. This is just one of his

subsidiaries ; his parent company, RSM, is based in Chicago, USA, and his companies are located all over the world. Many

landmarks in various countries and cities are the work of his employees.
The CEO of Fenghua Company is said to be a decisive and capable woman,

recruited from Shanghai by the boss with a high salary. She has considerable knowledge of various sectors of architecture and a certain level of design expertise. Of course, she's not

the best designer in the company; a leader needs to have a comprehensive grasp of the overall picture, not just toil day and night on tedious blueprints

.
The most talented designer in the company is a man in his forties named Lin Zheye, holding two doctoral degrees from

MIT . One is in architectural design, and the other in materials engineering.

There are many talented people, but few are as talented as him.
Five people are lined up at the conference table. The woman in the middle has deep-set eyes, a stylish short

haircut , and looks no more than thirty-five years old. She wears light makeup, a serious business suit, and

a brooch.
She was of above-average appearance, rarely smiled, and had slightly dry but fair skin. Every move she made exuded

strong confidence.
Several people sat on either side of the short-haired woman, all watching her expression. She asked me to introduce myself first,

then share my views on the industry and my future plans for the company.
I spoke fluently, clearly explaining everything I had learned and seen abroad. When I mentioned some highlights,

the man in his forties next to me nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing with many of my points, and even expressing surprise at

how much creativity and insight I had at such a young age.
The interview lasted only 10 minutes, short but quite grand. The heads of the company's main departments were all present.
The woman was the company's general manager, He Jing.
I was assigned to the design department as the deputy manager, and the manager was the man who had been nodding so much, Lin Zheye. I would officially start work

next week .
I gently pushed open the transparent glass door of the tattoo shop; the interior was luxuriously decorated. From the wall decorations in the corridor

to the furnishings placed throughout, the style was very elegant.
There were several private rooms inside, without doors, just covered by a black gauze curtain. You could vaguely see

the people inside, but not clearly. There weren't many people; one person had their back to me and seemed to be tidying something,

while another was playing on a computer at the bar, wearing headphones.
I saw a man bring out a white porcelain plate from a private room. His eyes were fixed on the

plate , as if it were a precious treasure. On it were several bloody, indistinct strands of flesh. I saw him

take two slices of bread from a nearby cabinet, put the bloody strands of flesh inside, add some cilantro

and other seasonings, spread a layer of butter, sandwich it between the two slices of bread, and eat it like a hamburger.
It was gruesome, utterly grotesque. That was probably beef strips; even medium-rare beef makes me nauseous, and he clearly

ate it raw.
Only then did the staff notice a customer had arrived. The man who had been eating the bread quickly turned away,

as if afraid I would notice something.
I asked which private room Mengchan was in, and after I described her, they pointed

to a room—the very same room the man who had eaten the bread had come from.
A sense of unease crept in. Those bloody strands of flesh came from this private room, and the person inside was

my beloved wife.
In horror, I pushed aside the black silk curtain of the private room and rushed inside.
(To be continued)

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