Wife's Counterattack

The night was deep, and the alleyway before me seemed especially somber.

I lit a cigarette in the darkness, but it couldn't bring any joy or brightness to this autumn night. I took a deep drag, my
Zhongnanhai cigarette replaced with a Daqianmen, and the tobacco burned unexpectedly quickly. A gust of autumn wind
swept in, scattering ash all over me.

Autumn was in full swing.

I took slow, leaden steps, one after another, as I ventured deeper into the alley, the already quiet
city night growing even more desolate.

I unlocked the door; my wife was clearly fast asleep. I didn't turn on the light, pacing like a thief—this
was my own home. I couldn't even manage a wry smile, afraid of disturbing my wife's dreams. I carefully took off
my coat and silently slipped into bed.

My wife was still disturbed; she turned over, seemingly still dreaming, murmuring and pouting, looking incredibly cute.

I, however, curled up, my back to my lovely wife, too ashamed to face her.

Suddenly, my wife's right arm wrapped around me, and in that instant, tears welled up in my eyes.

My gentle and clever wife probably never imagined that her useless husband would once again succumb to
the temptation and lose everything at the underground casino tonight. Even though she had threatened to divorce me before, gambling
truly is an incurable poison.

My wife is undeniably a goddess. Her snow-white, oval face smiles radiantly,
and beneath her long, delicate, velvety eyelashes, her large, dark eyes sparkle like stars. Her high, refined nose is elegant, while her thin
lips are fiery red.

She is about 1.71 or 1.72 meters tall, with slender shoulders and a graceful waist, and her long, straight
legs are simply breathtaking. I thought of her angelic appearance when I first met her six years ago, and her
ever-present smile. After so many years of shared life, if my wife really wanted a divorce, I would be speechless.

Indeed, I am more afraid of losing her. That year, I left my remote mountain village in Hunan and was admitted to a teachers' college in Shanghai,
China's largest metropolis. There, I met Yao, a vibrant and charming local girl, and I
was completely captivated by her. Perhaps it was destiny, but I, who had always been introverted and withdrawn, actually managed
to win Yao's heart during my junior year

of college. I was overjoyed, and right after graduation, we got married despite strong opposition from her family. To support my
business venture , Yao even gave up the teaching job her mother had arranged for her in Shanghai and went with me.

Yao was truly a good wife, but I was truly a disappointment. The business failed, and all our savings went down the drain.
After a year and a half, we had no choice but to return to Shanghai to seek new opportunities, this time with our
daughter, who was less than a year old.

Spring turned to autumn, and six years later, I revisited the scene of coming to Shanghai, but it was completely different. Back then, I was
the pride of the village, not just my parents, but the entire village was proud of me. Now, I'm a
complete failure. None of my former classmates are as down on their luck as I am. Sometimes, I really want to plunge into the Huangpu
River and end it all, but then

the image of my wife's gentle beauty and my daughter's cuteness flashes through my mind, and I quickly dismiss the thought.

For almost half a year since returning to Shanghai, my wife and I have been renting a small alley in Xuhui District,
a place mostly inhabited by migrant workers, a melting pot of all sorts, but one of the few places our family can stay. The rent
isn't expensive, and it's not far from the city center.

But my life is sinking deeper and deeper, especially after I became addicted to gambling last month. During the day, I can only
work at a real estate agency. I majored in chemistry, but I'm not good at talking, and I don't like to deceive people, so my sales and
commissions are pitifully low, making it almost impossible to survive in a city like Shanghai. My wife, with her teacher's degree, is even
less likely to find a good job, and stubbornly

refuses to ask her family for help. For the past six months, she's simply stayed home taking care of the child.

For over a month, no matter how hard I tried to win back my losses, I ended up owing 20,000 yuan.
This might not be much in an underground casino, but it was a huge sum for me. Especially after I secretly used the 4,000 yuan
my wife had saved for the next quarter's rent as a bet, I had nowhere
left to turn.

How could I face my seemingly perfect wife, and how could I face my still-crying daughter?

The night was eerily quiet.

**************************************************************

I woke up early. The sky wasn't as bright as it had been recently, but the alley's hustle and bustle
had already begun.

Lu Yao hadn't slept well all night.

Her daughter was at the age where she often cried in the middle of the night, waking up several times a night. Just as she was drowsy,
that good-for-nothing husband sneaked back home again.

He'd probably gone gambling again. Lu Yao had thought about how to deal with it; several times she'd wanted to
slap her daughter in front of her, but she'd held back. She both loved and hated this man. Her
mother had once asked her, "What's so good about a man like this?" Now Lu Yao wanted to ask
herself the same question.

Her husband, Chen Lin, wasn't handsome or tall, and came from a humble background—a typical rural-to-urban rags-to-riches man.
She was probably with him because he loved her, loved her simply and purely. What is love? Love is
self-sacrifice; the most intense love is sacrificing everything.

So Lu Yao had also learned to sacrifice herself, but now it seemed increasingly worthless.

Lu Yao truly felt the weight of her fall from an unattainable position after an argument two weeks ago.
She could hardly believe what her husband had said.

"Why don't you... go sell yourself?"

Lu Yao slapped him on the spot, but her heart ached even more than his. Lu Yao was outwardly a strong
girl, but she still shed tears that time. She began to regret why she had married this man and why she had
given birth to this suffering daughter. Many women don't actually seek wealth, only true love.

After finishing some housework, it was already seven o'clock before she knew it. Although she had given him a tender hug the night before,
Lu Yao was still too angry to speak to her husband during breakfast. Love and hate, mixed with love,
were completely intertwined.

Most housewives and full-time homemakers breathe a sigh of relief after their husbands leave, but Lu Yao
can't stop for a moment. Her young daughter is her greatest hope and longing as a mother, and taking care of her baby is
one of the few things that brings her happiness. Her

once slender fingers, which had played the piano, are now wiping furniture and appliances with a dirty rag. Despite
her current poverty, the clean-loving Lu Yao still clings to the last vestige of pride she holds as a member of a well-to-do
middle-class family. She

opens the second drawer of the bedside table with her key, only to find that the forty 100-yuan bills carefully wrapped in newspaper
are gone.

Lu Yao feels dizzy and her blood rushes to her head. She stumbles and falls heavily onto the bed.

It must be that bastard! It must be him!

Lu Yao can't believe that after she repeatedly threatened her husband with divorce, he's
gone gambling again, this time even betting the rent that's due later. Lu Yao not only hated this gambling addict, but
she also hated herself. Why had she pretended to unconsciously reach out and hug him last night, trying to
win him back and change his ways? This man was beyond saving!

Lu Yao was momentarily disoriented, knowing that the landlord would be collecting rent in an hour!

Her daughter, who wasn't usually prone to crying, suddenly burst into tears. Lu Yao felt like the sky
was falling, but as a great mother, she had to be strong at this moment.

When a man is unreliable, a woman is driven to desperation, and sometimes it is precisely in such desperation that
a way out can be found.

Wiping away her tears, Lu Yao decided to rely on herself.

The clock on the wall had just struck nine when the old-fashioned doorbell rang. Lu Yao had just coaxed her daughter
to sleep and went to open the door unhurriedly.

The landlord was an elderly man of about seventy, who, with the punctuality typical of his generation, knocked on
the door .

He was a typical Shanghai old man, with neat silver hair, a cleanly pressed white shirt tucked into dark blue
trousers, looking clean, refined, and energetic.

"Professor Wu, come in quickly." Lu Yao was unusually enthusiastic, young and energetic.

The old man was a retired pediatrician from a well-known hospital in the city, having served as an attending physician for thirty years
. Now, he would occasionally visit the hospital to mentor young doctors. He owned two houses; the one farther from
the hospital was rented out, making his already comfortable life even more comfortable.

Lu Yao invited the landlord to sit down, made him a nice cup of tea, and naturally started chatting with him
.

"You don't look too well lately. Did your son and daughter-in-law have a fight?"

"I don't have a daughter-in-law. I don't have a son. I have a daughter, who married and moved to America a long time ago, haha."
Professor Wu forgot about collecting rent and chatted with Lu Yao as if he knew the ropes.

"Oh, oh." Lu Yao nodded vigorously, seemingly understanding but not quite. "Professor Wu, are you going to the hospital for a round today?"

"Yes, I'm getting old, and I can't stand being idle with no one to talk to." The old man sighed. His first wife
passed away from lung cancer two years ago, and since then he has been all alone, quite lonely in his later years.

"Then let me keep you company!" Lu Yao seized the opportunity and couldn't help but flatter Professor Wu. "I
do housework at home all day, and I lack someone to talk to."

"Okay!" The old man didn't have any bad intentions; having such a young, beautiful, and attractive girl to talk to
was something he was more than happy to do.

Perhaps because he had been holding back for a long time, the old man Wu told Lu Yao everything he should and shouldn't have said.
The house had been rented out for almost half a year, and this was the first time he had had such a pleasant chat with a tenant, feeling as if they had known each other for a long time.

Learning that Professor Wu liked children, Lu Yao took him to see her sleeping baby, who was not yet a year old.

Knowing he enjoyed calligraphy and fishing, Lu Yao poured all the relevant
knowledge she had acquired over the past twenty-four years into her conversation. The two chatted more and more congenially, but Old Wu didn't notice the anxiety in Lu Yao's expression.

Before they knew it, the clock hands pointed sharply to eleven.

The old man suddenly remembered something, leaving Lu Yao looking embarrassed.

"It's already eleven o'clock. I should go back and cook."

"You can eat here if you don't mind."

"How can I trouble you like this, Lu? I should go. Look, I almost forgot about the important thing—today
is rent payment day!"

Lu Yao stood there blankly, without saying a word. Seeing that Old Wu was still sitting in his chair, she took a step forward,
her long legs carrying her to his feet, and then, unexpectedly, knelt down with a "thud."

This was part of Lu Yao's carefully planned "bitter trick." The young beauty instantly appeared
with tears streaming down her face, looking incredibly pitiful.

"Little Lu, what are you doing!" Professor Wu was startled by the sudden kneeling and quickly
got up to help Lu Yao up.

Lu Yao pressed her hands tightly against Old Man Wu's thighs, trying to prevent him from getting up and helping her up. Her bare, white knees
touched the weathered wooden floor. The lines she had prepared for so long finally
burst forth. However, Lu Yao herself didn't expect that these
lines, originally intended to gain the landlord Old Man Wu's sympathy, would instead make her feel increasingly sorrowful. After all, her complaints about her current impoverished life and
her and utter depravity were Lu Yao's most genuine emotional outpourings.

Professor Wu, sitting at the dining table, stared blankly at the young and beautiful woman before him, completely
unexpected that this Shanghai girl was living such a difficult life, with her family life a complete mess.

Lu Yao had indeed been holding it in for a long time. After all, she was a woman, and women have a vulnerable side.

Like a dam breaking, everything crumbles—Lu Yao's pent-up frustration began to pour out uncontrollably.
The more she spoke, the more agitated and moved she became. Professor Wu sighed repeatedly, his sympathy for Lu Yao growing ever more
profound .

Finally, at some point, the landlord, Professor Wu, was genuinely moved and reconsidered
his decision to collect the rent. "Little Lu, don't cry..." Professor Wu took a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to Lu Yao,
followed by a long silence.

"I'll come again next week..." the old man said, trying to get up, but Lu Yao held him tightly.

"Get up, Xiao Lu, the ground is dirty..."

Lu Yao's dark eyes were filled with tears, which streamed down her fair cheeks, making one want to kiss her
.

"Hug me..." Lu Yao's voice was still choked with sobs from time to time, especially this last sentence, which was extremely weak,
yet firm.

"Huh?" Professor Wu could hardly believe his ears.
It was already unusual for such a young and charming woman to pour out her troubles to him, but to actually receive a warm embrace from her. Professor Wu was actually a
gentleman , but he was also a man, so how could he refuse this youthful beauty who was forty-five years his senior? Perhaps,
just a hug would be enough?

For Lu Yao, she had already achieved her goal, but when would this life of hiding and
running end ? She blurted out those words as if possessed, and any regret vanished instantly.
Although Professor Wu's chest might not be broad enough, it could give her a fatherly warmth.

Lu Yao rested her head quietly against Professor Wu's collarbone, unwilling to move. She thought of the pain of losing her father at
the age , the disappointment of her husband's gambling addiction and nights away from home,
and the despair of her baby's bleak future. At this moment, she thought of too many things.

Even more unexpectedly, her body felt a strange restlessness. Thinking back, before and after her daughter's birth,
and in the past few months of her husband's gambling addiction, Lu Yao hadn't been able to remember how long it
had been since she had sex. What kind of power is a woman's desire?

Countless thoughts clashed in her mind, and the thought, "Why don't you... go sell yourself?" suddenly appeared.
The unexpected sadness and anger contrasted sharply with the sense of relief she felt at this moment.

A ray of midday sunlight slanted through a gap in the plain curtains and into the old glass window of the old house. In the shade where
the sunlight couldn't reach, Professor Wu, a retired chief physician nearing seventy, was embracing
Lu Yao, a beautiful 24-year-old woman. The young woman, still breastfeeding, had her delicate nipples exposed through her bra. Her thin t-shirt and the old man's old-fashioned
shirt, still perfectly firm, provided a wonderfully subtle sensation that penetrated the layers of fabric to the old man's rough skin,
startling him and leaving him bewildered. The young woman nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with a
barely perceptible hint of desire, and then closed them willingly.

The internal struggle beforehand was incredibly intense, but once a woman decided to have an affair, things became much
simpler .

How luscious her lips were! Youthful, full, and elastic.

How captivating her eyes were! Bright, clear, and alluringly seductive.

How adorable her breasts were! Full and firm, irresistibly alluring!

How slender and graceful her waist was! Her tight, smooth skin was irresistible!

Old Wu was completely lost in this deep quagmire of lust. He used almost his entire body to caress
the delicate , no longer thinking about why all this was happening. The girl in his arms not only let him
do as he pleased, but even assisted him in removing her outer clothes. With a "pop" of her bra button, the woman Professor Wu, still tucking
his shirt into his baggy trousers, was now embracing a naked young woman wearing only black underwear
.

The old and young lovers kissed passionately and urgently, moving the venue for their impending battle to
the bed.

Lust knows no age!

Professor Wu's calloused hands, which had worked in the countryside in his youth and later prescribed medicine for forty years
, now cunningly and bewilderedly reached for the young woman's mysterious
triangle . For people of his generation, sex, something shameful to talk about, was finally being discussed in the sunset.
The unexpected joy triggered an outburst.

A seductive black sheer panty glided across Lu Yao's slender, white fingers; her
hands were even more eager than Professor Wu's. Finally, the mysterious entrance to the flower cave was solemnly revealed before Professor Wu. Hidden beneath thick, dark hair
, it only fueled the old man's youthful fervor.

As the old man haphazardly kissed his beautiful body, Lu Yao's hand involuntarily reached for Professor Wu's
crotch, unzipping his baggy trousers. All her worries vanished;
the youthful vitality he hadn't tasted in so many years made the old man's penis as firm as a young man's, perfectly adequate in size and hardness.

Removing all their clothing, the old man and the young woman were naked before each other, their loose, dry skin and fair, smooth
skin pressed together. After a passionate kiss, Lu Yao impatiently guided Professor Wu's aged penis towards
the narrow entrance to the peach blossom spring.

"Sizzle!"

A quiet, sharp sound echoed in the empty room.

"Ah..." Although the young woman had only recently given birth, the rich, wavy folds of her vaginal walls provided
an indescribable stimulation. The youthful, elastic flesh channeled her vitality through the man's penis,
directly reaching the old man's entire body.

Penetrating to the hilt, the elderly man's movements gradually quickened, his hot penis
undulating within Lu Yao's burning vagina, the glans kissing her young cervix. Wave after wave of thrusts drove the long-starved
woman wild with desire, causing her to involuntarily twist her supple waist in rhythm with Professor Wu's advances.

The old man displayed an unexpectedly impressive stamina, which filled Lu Yao with both joy and resentment. With each fierce thrust
, desire gradually overwhelmed reason, and the shame of betraying her husband was completely
shattered .

A young, beautiful woman, her body glistening with sweat, was lost in pleasure beneath him. Professor Wu
witnessed , which filled him with a surge of pride, fueling his vigor. For an
elderly man nearing seventy, sex was something he could no longer desire.

The two completely incompatible bodies of the young woman and the old man merged perfectly, kissing deeply,

embracing, caressing, thrusting!

Lu Yao's sensitive body was awakened and aroused, and the old man's all-out thrusting reached its peak.

A tremor ran through him, and his aged, hot semen flowed into Lu Yao's young cervix. The pleasure of the orgasm
intoxicated ; this mysterious pleasure was the greatest happiness God had bestowed upon women.

The couple, after their illicit lovemaking, breathed heavily, silent, not only to avoid embarrassment but also
to savor the lingering pleasure after their climax.

Even in late autumn, the scorching afternoon sun remained the warmest source of warmth throughout the day.

As the heat subsided, reason regained its hold. The woman who had tried so hard to convince herself
and the man who had acted impulsively behaved completely differently. Professor Wu quickly
dressed and fled, his face flushed like a child who had done something wrong, a sight that Lu Yao found both amusing and endearing.

Even after the door slammed shut, Lu Yao, still naked, lay on the bed, the old man's yellowish semen
slowly seeping from between his legs. She closed her eyes, then suddenly remembered something. She abruptly sat up and rushed to the small room. Seeing her
daughter still sleeping peacefully in the crib, she smiled—a sweet smile.

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When I got home, it was already past seven. I unlocked the door, and my wife was sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching
TV . She was only wearing a thin, tight-fitting tank top, the beautiful curves of her full breasts and her two
erect nipples faintly visible. She was wearing only pink silk panties, looking strangely sexy.

"I'm home."

But my wife didn't even look at me, just kept fiddling with the remote control with her slender fingers, completely
ignoring me.

I shook my head helplessly and went straight to the inner room.

Slightly resentful, I loosened my tightly bound tie, ran to the refrigerator in the corner of the living room, opened the door, and took
out the last can of beer. At that moment, the front door lock was opened again.

"Godfather, you're here!" My wife suddenly became excited, her foxy eyes immediately brightening, her previous boredom
gone She sat up and ran to the door.

"My little darling!" Landlord Old Wu's face lit up with excitement as he greeted his wife with a big hug.

"Godfather, I've missed you so much!" his wife said sweetly, her cherry-like lips immediately
covered by Old Wu's large mouth. The two began to kiss passionately like lovers in the throes of passion, completely disregarding the more than forty-year age gap between
them , as if they were the real, legally married couple.

Of course, they weren't a legally married couple; Yao and I were. But after Old Wu paid off all
my debts my rights as a husband. My wife and I lived in
Old Wu's house for free, without paying rent. Even when our daughter, Nannan, had a high fever and needed emergency care, it was thanks to Old Wu, this
pediatrician .

My wife no longer loved me; I knew that, after all, I had wronged her. But seeing her with an old man nearing
his grave my wife
's "godfather" gave her a considerable amount of money every month, which was probably better for our daughter's growth and health.

The old man's hand unconsciously began to move towards his wife's crotch. I glanced at them; their French kiss was
spitting saliva, completely devoid of pretense—they were a genuine couple. His wife was
entirely dependent on him, especially after Old Wu provided timely help when their daughter was sick. I,
the helpless father of her child, felt my last hope stripped away. His wife's body and soul had
completely belonged to this old man.

I couldn't bear to watch any longer, so I went back to the room to check on my daughter, gently closing the door behind me.

After putting her to sleep, my mouth was parched, and I finished a can of beer in no time.

When I left the bedroom to use the restroom, Old Wu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, embracing
his naked wife. His old penis was thrusting in and out of her young, alluring body, and he was greedily
sucking on her full breasts.

In my own home, right before my eyes, my wife was passionately making love with the old man. She glanced up
and saw me, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

"Ah... Godfather, it's so big...so good...so good!" My wife's wanton moans seemed to be deliberately
prepared for me, completely disregarding the possibility of waking our daughter in the bedroom. If, ten months ago,
when their affair, she still appeared shy and hesitant, her coquettishness already enough to drive any man wild;

now, she was unrestrained and wanton, no longer deliberately concealing her feelings, creating a decadent atmosphere,
allowing sex to sublimate in unbridled indulgence.

I forced myself to finish using the toilet, and the sound of the flushing seemed to alert my landlord,
Old Wu, who was vigorously fucking my young wife. He turned his head while holding my wife, and my wife, swaying her slender
waist, actively straddled me. In my eyes, Old Wu's penis seemed to be covered with age spots,
but it was unusually vigorous in pioneering my wife's young and vibrant vagina.

"Little Chen, look how slutty your wife is! How can you not cherish such a good woman!"

I lowered my head, enduring the old man's humiliation, wanting only to leave and enter the bedroom as soon as possible.

"Godfather! Fuck me...fuck me to death!" My wife's moans were incessant. Then, she wrapped her arms around the old man
's head and began another passionate kiss.

I couldn't bear to see my wife so submissive to a nearly seventy-year-old man,
especially since she was doing it willingly!

I quietly closed the bedroom door. My wife's cries were unrestrained, each word piercingly harsh.
Usually, she would communicate with the landlord, Old Wu, in Shanghainese to avoid my understanding, but now, every
seductive moan she uttered lacked any of the gentle charm of the local dialect. Her purpose was to
humiliate , to humiliate me, this incompetent, perverted bastard husband.

I knew I couldn't divorce my wife. I was a coward. My wife controlled the finances; my
meager salary was insufficient to support me in Shanghai, and returning to my hometown would mean utter failure.

What's even more infuriating is that I actually felt a surge of desire. My wife hadn't let me touch her body for a whole year, and I
could only occasionally relieve myself at a roadside brothel. Ironically, while my young and beautiful wife
was making love passionately with her old lover in our own living room, I, her legal husband, had nowhere to vent my lust.

Through the crack in the door, the passion in the living room was palpable, growing increasingly lewd. The landlord, Old Wu, withered and
decrepit was freely and unrestrainedly riding on my wife's young, voluptuous, tall, and sexy body, and Yao's movements became
even more unbridled.

Finally, after a period of intense, ecstatic passion, Old Wu shuddered, followed by a deathly silence.

After a long while, he reluctantly withdrew from his wife's alluring youthful body, placing a cushion
under her soft waist. I knew that his sperm, now lacking sufficient vitality, was about to
meet and combine with Yao's young and vigorous egg, settling once more in her delicate uterus.

A calm yet wanton expression appeared on Yao's face. The old man wanted to
pour her uterus; he actually wanted Yao to have his child, and Yao didn't refuse.

I told myself I couldn't divorce her.

**********************************************************

Three months later, my wife finally divorced me.

My wife and daughter moved out of our old rented house, and I, alone, was only
able paying only a thousand yuan a month in rent. Every time I paid the rent, I would visit my daughter and
sometimes witness the old man and the young woman making love. They did it in the hospital office, and in the park at night
. It was said that Old Wu even managed to get Yao pregnant, but for his wife's sake, he
ultimately had an abortion.

Two years passed, and my life still hadn't improved. Yao gradually refused my requests to see my daughter, calling me a useless and scoundrel. The only comfort I felt
was hearing that Old Wu treated Yao like his own granddaughter. 　　Later, Old Wu was diagnosed with lung cancer and didn't have many years left. Lu Yao stayed by his side, taking care of him. She was only 26, yet she had to care for a 70-year-old man until his death. Two more years passed, and Old Wu finally succumbed to his illness. He left his property and 300,000 RMB as his inheritance to Lu Yao and Yao. His daughter, living in the US, couldn't tolerate a complete stranger trying to seize her inheritance , so she flew back to Shanghai to fight the case. 　　The lawsuit lasted for another six months before Lu Yao lost. She and her daughter were able to continue living peacefully, while I remained half-dead, merely existing.

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