The turmoil of his birth year - betrayal by his wife

Prologue
At the beginning of the year, while shopping with Aqiong, we saw an old man who looked like a Taoist priest setting up a small stall on the street. A couplet hung in front of the stall: "Calculate Heaven, Calculate Earth, Calculate Life," and below it, "Cross Mountains, Cross Waters, Cross the Dust of Life," with the horizontal inscription "Five Yuan Per Life."
I've never believed in fortune tellers; I always felt that fate was predetermined, so what difference would it make? The Taoist priest, however, was quite handsome, with eyes that seemed half-open, half-closed. Combined with the couplet, he possessed a unique charm, which piqued my curiosity. Wanting to see what his expertise was, I asked him to tell my fortune.
The old man slightly opened his eyes and asked me to give him my birth date and time. After I finished, Aqiong insisted on having hers told too, giving me hers as well. The old man didn't say much, then squinted and started counting on his fingers, muttering something unintelligible. After a while, he opened his eyes and uttered some incoherent words: "This is your birth year, you may face hardships. You must remain calm at all times. If you can get through it safely, you will have boundless good fortune in the future. Don't act impulsively, think thrice before you act, remember this well."
After saying this, the old man packed up his fortune-telling stall and left. I offered him money, but he didn't even glance at it, which made Ah Qiong so angry that she cursed him "crazy" several times behind her.
Zhou Shuqiong is my wife, she works at the Municipal Bureau of Culture, and I work at the Bank of China in the city, as the manager of the credit department (internal evaluation of section chief level).
I, Chen Yufei, was born on March 3, 1969. My wife, Ah Qiong, is four days younger than me. As a result, in the fifteen years we've been together (including the five years before our marriage), Ah Qiong has refused to celebrate her own birthday anymore. Every time, she insists on celebrating her birthday with me, often looking at me with teary eyes and saying: I want to be born on the same day, month, and year as you, and I want to die on the same day, month, and year as you.
This year is our shared zodiac year.
I'm a very content person.
Work has been going smoothly; I haven't taken many detours. After graduating from university, I worked at a bank. Although I had no connections and never gave gifts to my superiors, I still managed to become the loan manager (even though my internal evaluation only placed me at the section chief level).
As for life, "happy" is the only word to describe it: our 130-square-meter apartment is more than enough for our family of three
; our savings of several hundred thousand yuan are more than enough for us in our small to medium-sized city; my wife, Aqiong, has
a relaxed job and is beautiful, which allows me to work hard for over ten years without getting tired; our son, Wanwan, is eight years old, inheriting the best features of both of us—he's adorable, and I don't have to worry about his studies.
This life often makes me smile even in my dreams.
I often think that I should be content with my life; let my son fulfill my ideals of making great contributions to the Party, the country, and the people, or even liberating all of humanity. For the rest of my life, I'll just work hard. If I can get a promotion, great; if not, I'll be happy to keep my current position. My main tasks are to cultivate a great person and to ensure Ah Qiong lives a happy life. I never dreamed

that
Ah Qiong, whom I always considered a gift from heaven, someone I considered a blessing, and who had always remained chaste and untainted by love, would have already given me a cuckold's horns—a practice modern men readily accept, giving to others while avoiding their own love.
On March 5th, I was ordered to report to the head office and do some public relations work, scheduled for a week. I finished
reporting on the 6th, but before I could even do the public relations, a major fraud case occurred at a branch in the south, forcing me to abandon my work. I returned on the 7th, which happened to be my wife Ah Qiong's birthday. Considering I'd never celebrated her birthday separately, I spent several thousand of my savings on a platinum necklace for her, and also bought a large bouquet of flowers in the provincial capital. I didn't get back to the city until 11 pm.
As I gently opened the door, I imagined presenting the flowers to the sleeping Ah-Qiong, her surprise and delight as she took them, then snuggling into my arms. I smiled inwardly.
(This proves how big a mistake it is for a married man who frequently travels for work not to tell his wife his exact return time.
Don't always think about surprising your wife and forget the shocks you might encounter!)
The moment I gently closed the door, my smile vanished. I sensed something was wrong.
The room lacked the fresh air I always felt when I came home; I only smelled tobacco, a different scent from my usual Baisha cigarettes, with a faint hint of masculinity—not mine, of course.
My mind went blank, and my heart ached as if stabbed by needles.
I knew my life was about to change drastically.
The sounds of flesh colliding and voices coming from Ah-Qiong and me in our spacious bedroom woke me.
I quietly approached the door; I could hear voices coming from inside.
"Darling, thank you for spending such a romantic birthday with me. I haven't had a birthday celebration in over ten years, and today's birthday is the most unforgettable one of my life. Oh, come in a little closer, push harder."
"Hehe, Xiaoqiong, I've been saying I wanted to come to your house for ages, but you wouldn't let me. Only when I'm on your big bed can I find the feeling of being your husband. Look, your husband is watching me on his bed with his wife. Qiong, who's better, me or your husband?" "
Ah, ah, you're so good, you're so good, push harder. Don't mention him, you're a dragon in the sky, he's just a little worm on the ground. You're not even thirty-five and you're already a department head, while he's still just a section chief. You really disappoint me. Oh, push harder, don't stop, don't stop, you're so amazing, oh, it feels so good, it feels so good."
I gently pushed open the door, and what came into my eyes was a scene that made my blood boil. A naked man's body was pressed against Aqiong's white and voluptuous body, Aqiong's two white legs were tightly wrapped around the man's waist, and the two were making their final sprint.
"Damn, I can't believe your pussy is still so tight after all these years of being fucked by your husband, hehe, it feels so good... Your husband is such a wimp, he can't even handle his own wife's pussy... Tell me, is your husband really that bad... Hehe, if I had known, I should have been the one to deflower you before you two got married. I even taught my old subordinate how to fuck women, cough... Luckily it's not too late now, your pussy is still tender, tender and horny, hehe..." The man ignored Ah Qiong's life or death, and thrust hard, only seeking his own pleasure, and going all the way in.
"Oh, oh, Hu Lai, I can't take it anymore, Hu Lai... You're going to fuck my pussy raw, oh..."
Ah Qiong begged for mercy in pain.
The man seemed to have a change of heart and stopped. "Now you know how good I am, much better than your limp husband, right... Hehe, tell me, what are we doing?"
"Hu Lai, please spare me, I'm too embarrassed to say!"
The man continued to thrust hard.
“Oh, Hu Lai is concerned about me… Oh…”
“No.”
“Oh, Hu Lai is on top of me…”
“No.” The man continued to thrust hard.
“Hu Lai is having sex with me!”
“Having sex? You filthy bitch, letting me fuck you behind your husband’s back and still acting all polite, you slut, you should say it like this: ‘Hu Lai is fucking my little cunt with his big cock, my cunt loves being fucked by men, I’m a big slut…’”
Ah Qiong completely abandoned her self-respect. Anyway, she had already been fucked, so one or ten times was the same… “Hu Lai is fucking my little cunt with his big cock, my cunt loves being fucked by Hu Lai, I’m a big slut…” Ah Qiong responded.
The man's lust was completely satisfied. "Damn it, I've fucked plenty of women, even virgins, but none of them are as satisfying as your cunt. Your pussy is so tight, I'll loosen it, I'll fuck you to death... You stinking bitch, you big slut, you like being fucked so much... You cheap cunt, you rotten cunt, I'm going to fuck you to death, I'll fuck your tender cunt until it's calloused, so you'll be a slut again, so you'll buy sex again..." The man thrust like a madman, and after a "whoosh," he collapsed on top of Ah Qiong. I yelled and pounced on him, pulling the man off Ah Qiong and punching him in the face with a backhand. Then I unleashed a series of punches, each one aimed at vital points. Blood streamed down the guy's face, looking particularly damn bad in the dim bedside lamplight. Finally, I kicked the adulterer in the groin, and he screamed and fell to the ground.
I rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and in my emotions, I was ready to either kill the adulterous couple or cut off the adulterer's penis.
But in my haste, I made a mistake; in the swing of the cleaver, I accidentally cut my own finger. The sharp pain brought me back to my senses.
"Don't act impulsively, think twice before you act, remember that," the fortune teller's words echoed clearly in my mind.
But I still rushed into the room. After all, I'm still a man.
My lovely, wanton wife, Ah-Qiong, was curled up on the bed, trembling. Seeing me enter with a knife, she stammered, "Husband (damn it, she still has the nerve to call me husband), you—you mustn't kill anyone! Murder is punishable by death! You—think of Wan-Wan at home!"
Hearing her mention our son, Wan-Wan, I flew into a rage, pointing the knife at her. She trembled again.
"You shameless woman, how dare you mention Wan-Wan! Get the hell out of here in that room!"
Ah-Qiong, her plump white buttocks jiggling, went to the next room.
Only then did I see the adulterer clearly; it was Hu Lai, the deputy director of A Qiong's bureau.
Hu Lai was fairly good-looking, about my height, but a little thinner. His wife, Liu Ying, was the daughter of a deputy secretary in the city. She used to work at the same branch bank as me; she was quite pretty and had once harbored feelings for me. At the time, I considered that Liu Ying's family background and personal qualities were better than A Qiong's, but unfortunately, A Qiong and I had already boarded the train without tickets, ignoring her attempts to steal him away, so she had to give up. It's said that Hu Lai was lecherous even when he was just a clerk, and my wife A Qiong used to express her disgust for him, saying that Liu Ying marrying Hu Lai was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. I never expected that this guy, now a deputy director, would become even more lecherous, even coming to my house. It seems that once a man has power, even cow dung becomes fragrant.
The adulterer, Hu Lai, was still kowtowing to me, his face covered in blood: "Brother Chen, please have mercy, please don't kill me. I'll do anything you want, I'll give you money, I promise I'll never do it again."
*Slap*... I slapped him again, this time getting my hand covered in blood.
"I want ten million, do you have it?"
I grabbed Hu Lai by the hair, dragged him to the living room, turned on the light, grabbed paper and pen, and yelled, "You fucking write down everything about your affair with Zhou Shuqiong, from the first time until today. If there's even a slight discrepancy, I'll cut off your thing right now, you believe me?"
Hu Lai shakily picked up the pen: "I'll write, I'll write."
I rushed into my son's room. A-Qiong was sitting naked on my son's bed, staring blankly, not even bothering to put on her clothes first. I dragged her to the desk, grabbed paper and pen: "Write down everything, if it doesn't match his, I'll kill you both."
While the adulterer and his wife were writing their essay, I finally noticed the situation at home. On the table sat a sliced birthday cake, a large bouquet of vibrant roses, and an empty bottle of XO. Damn, they really lived a romantic life! It seems women, no matter what, always like this. Damn it, I used to want to be romantic for her too, why wouldn't she agree?
After more than an hour of intense struggle, the adulterous couple finally submitted their confessions. I checked them, and they were mostly consistent: the first time was last Christmas, in Deputy Director Hu Lai's office. They had both been drinking and did it on the sofa. Later, it happened once each on the office desk and chair, five times at the Regent Hotel, once in the grove by the river, and the last time was when they were caught red-handed.
Seeing that the case was clear, I officially made them sign a guarantee that they would never do it again, then yelled "Get out!" at the adulterer. He ran out as if he'd received a royal decree, not even properly dressed.
I collapsed onto the sofa, my mind blank, even the pain from my cut finger gone.
Ah-Qiong brought me a bandage and bandaged my finger. She knelt before the sofa, sobbing softly, saying she was sorry, begging me to hit her, begging me to forgive her for the sake of the child, and promising she would never do anything to hurt me again.
Looking at this body I had been infatuated with for fifteen years, I found it so ugly, so disgusting.
I didn't say a word. What could I say?
My own home had been taken over; as a man, what could I say?
I slowly stood up, put on my clothes, and opened the door. Ah-Qiong saw me and clung tightly to my leg, crying, "Husband, it's my fault! Please don't do anything rash, don't leave!"
I silently looked at her for a moment, then coldly said, "Please take your hands off me. I'm not that cheap to commit suicide for a woman like you. Do you want me to smell other men's semen here?"
She stared at me blankly, slowly releasing her grip. I turned and rushed into the night.

II.
Standing alone on the cold street, I felt so helpless, so insignificant, like a fallen leaf drifting in the city, ignored by everyone.
Unlike northern cities, this small southern town was still bustling with activity even at midnight. The flashing neon lights, while giving the beautiful city a touch of vulgarity, also created a vibrant atmosphere, adding a touch of glamour to the midnight cityscape.
Couples strolled by frequently; they were probably still young lovers. Those married men and women seeking excitement were likely already fast asleep, embracing each other.
Watching these couples, I recalled how similar it was to when I first met and fell in love with Ah Qiong.
Would they be like Ah Qiong and me years later?
Ah Qiong used to work at the branch bank in my district. I had just graduated from school, and she was hired as a temporary worker (of course, through connections; she was guaranteed a permanent position). Back then, genuine university graduates were rare in the entire Bank of China, and since I wasn't particularly unattractive, I was considered a prospective employee and became the object of many girls' open and covert flirtations.
It was my inexperience that led to this. One night, she came to return a book to me, and something I said made her burst into tears. I was at a loss, so I just sat next to her and comforted her. As she cried, she leaned on me, and I couldn't resist giving her my first kiss (based on later feelings, that was probably her first kiss too). One kiss wouldn't have been so bad, but it ignited a desire I'd suppressed for twenty-one years. While she was still dazed, I pulled down her pants and frantically searched for an outlet for my desire. She had to guide me inside before I found my way. With a scream from her, I ejaculated for the first time in the right place. When I came to my senses and saw traces of blood-red semen on the sheets, I knew the deed was done. At that moment, I became a real man, and a sense of responsibility, a feeling that all men experience, welled up inside me.
Back then, Ah Qiong was like a newly blossoming flower bud, incredibly innocent. The day after I got involved with her, she brazenly took my hand and walked into the office the next day, as if solemnly announcing to the other girls in the office: Chen Yufei is mine.
From that day on, I never again enjoyed the treats of the girls in the office bringing me all sorts of snacks.
Although she later went to work at the Cultural Bureau, to prevent any future problems, she would come to our office every day after work to cook with me, do my laundry, read with me, and keep me company, making it impossible for the other girls to steal her away, even though they had the desire.
Ah Qiong came from a well-off family; her father was the director of the municipal finance bureau at the time, and she was an only child. She was originally a very outgoing and somewhat feisty person. But after we got together, I never saw her playfully interacting with other men again; she just clung to me constantly. In the years before our marriage, I often threw tantrums, and she would sit beside me, sobbing. After I calmed down, she would lean on me and apologize, instantly softening my heart.
Countless times, we walked arm in arm down the street, and she would suddenly run ahead of me, spreading her arms as if flying. Her red dress reflected on her rosy face, like a fluttering red butterfly, incredibly captivating. Looking at her, I silently vowed: My fiery butterfly, I will always let you fly so happily like this.
Back then, when Ah-Qiong returned to my bachelor apartment after playing, she would often ask me to massage her hands and legs, and afterwards, she liked to hold my head against her chest and stroke it repeatedly.
"Chen Yufei, you're never allowed to hit me in this lifetime."
"Silly girl, I love you so much, how could I bear to hit you?"
"You're not even allowed to have the thought of hitting me."
"Okay, okay, if I have that thought, I'll be a little puppy." " 　　You're
not allowed to like other women." "I'm too busy with you, how could I care about others?" 　　"Even if I care, you're still not allowed. By the way, you're not allowed to look at other women, especially Liu Ying." 　　"Okay, okay, I'll definitely ask your permission before looking at other women." 　　Aqiong often pestered me to say "I love you," and I always answered her with a firm hug. 　　Until one day, when she insisted I say it aloud, I solemnly replied, "I don't want to say those three words aloud, I'm afraid they'll be blown away by the wind. But those three words are already a promise in my heart, and it will be a promise for my whole life. Even when we're old and frail, I will always silently recite those three words in my heart, and forever uphold this promise!" Some of my words brought tears to her eyes, and she hugged me tightly, unwilling to let go. 　　I've never forgotten what Ah-Qiong said to me with tears in her eyes after our first time, nestled against my chest: 　　1. You're the first man to make my heart flutter; 　　2. You're the first man to kiss me; 　　3. You're the first man to enter my body; 　　4. I'll be the first woman to have your child; 　　5. I'll be your woman for life; 　　6. If you ever betray me, I'll be the first woman to commit suicide for you. 　　Those words were so sincere and heartfelt, they moved me deeply. From then on, although many girls tried to get involved, and although I often found myself in various entertainment venues due to work, I never cheated. At most, I'd occasionally touch a prostitute's breasts in nightclubs or dance halls to ensure the customers weren't having enough fun. But every time I touched a prostitute's breasts, I'd think of the same spot Ah-Qiong had, and I'd never go any further. This made my lecherous colleagues often suspect I had erectile dysfunction. 　　On March 3rd, my 36th birthday (in our area, men celebrate their age using the traditional Chinese age reckoning system; I had a big birthday celebration when I turned 35, and of course, A-Qiong celebrated with me too), she and I treated some close colleagues to a meal to commemorate my birthday. 　　That day, after dinner, while singing at a karaoke bar, I, emboldened by alcohol, roared into the microphone: "The most successful thing in my life, Chen Yufei, is finding a wonderful wife like A-Qiong, and because of that, we have a lovely son. A-Qiong, my dear wife, I will definitely make you happy for the rest of my life, and I will always be good to you!" A-Qiong, with tears in her eyes, also said: "Finding you is the happiest thing in my life, and I will always be by your side." 　　Thinking about it afterwards, when a man and woman have an affair, it's always the husband or wife who finds out in the end. Her colleagues probably just looked at us like we were watching a circus act. 　　Having experienced more than ten winters and springs, and witnessed countless blooming and withering flowers, haha, suddenly, it all seems like a damn dream. 　　My sacred Ah-Qiong is no longer the vibrant butterfly that once bloomed beside me. 　　From this day forward, she will be the trail of crimson blood on the wound in my heart, blood that will likely never dry! 　　Sacred love, sacred marriage, how could you have become so vulnerable without me even realizing it? 　　Life, you once made me feel that life was so beautiful, but it turns out you've played such a cruel joke on me! Three 　　. A person wandered onto the flood control embankment by the Dieshui River, like a homeless stray dog. 　　His mind was blank; there was no anger, no emotion. 　　He forgot where he came from, and he didn't know where he was going. 　　Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Chen Hong, the manager of the Golden Years Karaoke Bar: "Brother, are you alone by the river? I didn't notice you when I took a taxi past, but now I think it looks like you." 　　"It's me. Xiao Hong, are you okay? Come out for a drink." 　　"What's wrong, brother? I'm coming." 　　Chen Hong was twenty-five years old, quite plump, and a very capable woman. Her uncle, Ren Feiyang, was the backstage owner of the Golden Years Karaoke Bar. He also owned a real estate company and had a considerable amount of loans from our bank. He was a very nice man, and we got along very well, often eating together. That's how I became acquainted with Chen Hong. 　　I had been to Golden Years countless times and had called countless prostitutes, but Chen Hong knew that the prostitutes were just making money for nothing by keeping me company—because I only sang and never touched anyone, or only occasionally touched them a little. Unlike other men who would spend a hundred yuan and practically want to eat the prostitute alive. 　　Chen Hong once told me, "After seeing so many men's behavior in karaoke bars, I've realized that you're the only gentleman among all the men who go there. The others aren't there to sing. I'd like a husband like you, but unfortunately, I don't have that chance anymore. I'll just call you brother from now on. I respect you; my brother should be like this." 　　Over time, I really started to see her as a younger sister. 　　A little while later, Chen Hong arrived by taxi, and we went to the night market in the back alley. 　　I rarely spoke, except when drinking. Chen Hong neither urged me to drink nor asked many questions. 　　By the end, I was completely disoriented, utterly lost. (Later, Chen Hong told me that I had only drunk five bottles of beer that night, while I had once drunk ten bottles without showing any signs of intoxication.) 　　In the morning, a loud phone call woke me up. It was the bank manager's voice: "Xiao Chen, why aren't you at work yet?" 　　"Boss, what's up? I'm coming." But when I sat up, I found myself lying naked on a strange, large bed. 　　Just as I was still in a daze, Chen Hong came in carrying a bag of clothes: "Brother, you drank too much last night, and your clothes got dirty. I've already washed them for you. I just went out and bought you a few new clothes; you can wear these for now."

After saying that, she blushed and turned to leave the bedroom.
I hurriedly put on my clothes; wow, they fit quite well.
"There's a toothbrush and towel over there, go wash up." As I finished washing up and was about to leave, Chen Hong straightened my clothes, put her hands on my shoulders, and stared at me with her big, watery eyes: "Brother, no matter what happened, you have to think positively. At least you still have me as your sister."
What a clever and quick-witted girl; she knew I never fooled around outside, so something serious must have happened yesterday.
My heart warmed: "Good sister, don't worry, brother will definitely handle it."
At that moment, I decided that from now on I would truly treat her as my own sister.
I reported to the bank manager, Liu Tianming, briefly reported on my trip to Beijing, and then asked for two days off, saying I wasn't feeling well.
I needed to take care of things at home.
I went to Mingya Coffee Shop; the owner, He Qiwei, is a good friend of mine. I even helped him get a loan to open this coffee shop.
I'd long wanted to open a coffee shop like this, and had been planning it for a long time, but my wife and I'd been too afraid of being jeopardized by my relatives, so I had to give up.
It turned out I had a good eye; this guy paid off his 300,000 yuan loan in just one year and even tried to give me 50,000 yuan.
I remember saying righteously, "Qiwei, I helped you get the loan because I value you as a friend, and I also believe you'll definitely make money with this coffee shop. If you do this, we won't even be friends anymore."
He took the money back, hugged me tightly, and cried and snot all over me: "Brother Fei, you're like my own brother! I won't say anything else, just say the word, and I, He Qiwei, will do anything for you."
The coffee shop manager noticed I arrived early in the morning and quietly booked a private room, sensing something was wrong, and immediately called He Qiwei over.
"Brother Fei, what's wrong? Why are you here so early?"
"What, is it a problem?" I stared at him listlessly.
"Alright, alright, I'd love for your brother Fei to come. You haven't come to see your little brother in ages."
"Go ahead and do your thing, I'm feeling down and need some peace and quiet."
"Okay, just tell me what you want, I'll have lunch with you then."
I sat alone in the private room, sipping strong, bitter coffee, reflecting on everything that had happened.
The first day of our adulterous affair was last Christmas.
There was an event at the Cultural Bureau that day, so I had to take Wanwan around aimlessly.
When we got home, I put Wanwan to bed, and around eleven o'clock, Aqiong didn't come home.
I remember she took a long bath that day, and when I pushed open the door, she was still naked in the tub, resting with her eyes closed.
In the steamy room, I felt she was like a fairy.
I quickly dried her off, carried her into the room, and excitedly made love to her.
That night she was wild, kissing me incessantly, constantly shouting, "Darling, I love you, I miss you, I want to climax with you."
Now it seems she had already slept with that lover that day, but wasn't satisfied, and mistook me for her lover. I was oblivious, thinking it was just her excessive love for me.
Women, have you become promiscuous, or has the world become promiscuous?
Around noon, He Qiwei came back and had lunch with me.
We drank a bottle of Deshan Daqu. At first, He Qiwei was animatedly talking to me, but seeing my silence, he also stopped talking.
This was probably the most subdued drinking session of He Qiwei's life.
After finishing the drink, He Qiwei went out. Before leaving, the young man said something that was truly enlightening: "Brother Fei, I don't know what happened, but I know it must be something big. I won't ask if you won't tell me. But I hope you can be happy, brother. There are no insurmountable obstacles, only unresolved issues. You're thirty-six already, halfway through your life. Don't be so hard on yourself. Deal with whatever troubles you have, and enjoy the rest of your life." Having spent the afternoon pondering, he cleared some of his thoughts, felt a bit lighter, and even
took a nap on the sofa.

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