Wife's final affair

Ever since my wife got a computer and video chat, I see her on QQ almost every night. When I ask her when she can come to Beijing, she always makes excuses, saying she still has things to take care of there, acting all mysterious.
Three years ago, I might have suspected she was having an affair again. But not now, especially when I think of her tearful, grateful eyes on our wedding night in prison, and her doting and affectionate behavior towards me during our "two-day Hyatt trip," even more so than during our honeymoon. I'm even more confident—my wife will never cheat on me again!
Last time, my wife agreed to return to Beijing "at least a week, at most half a month," but it's been a full ten days since we parted in Datong. Judging from the situation, she won't be back until she's stayed in Suzhou for at least half a month. What's with all this mystery? She even told me on QQ that she has a surprise for me. Fine, keep being mysterious, I'll pretend I don't care, I won't rush you back, let's see what you're up to!
I'm not a womanizer, and my friend and dean, Cheng, is a traditional, good man. So, during these days waiting for my wife in Beijing, I mostly just went to bars with Cheng on Saturday and Sunday afternoons, and went to the gym or a martial arts training center in the evenings. I didn't have any romantic thoughts whatsoever.
However, chatting with my wife on QQ every night rekindled the sweet feeling of our courtship. After resolving our past grievances, I feel that our relationship is even deeper and more intimate than when we first got married! Although we are thousands of miles apart, that deep love is frequently transmitted through the internet. We're connected online…
Of course, this includes intimate whispers, playful banter, and even some... suggestive moments!
For example, last night after dinner, my wife video-chatted with me after showering. On camera, she was wearing a thin white nightgown, without even a bra. Her half-wet hair cascading over her shoulders, her deep cleavage, her full, firm breasts, and the faintly visible rosy nipples—it almost made my nose bleed!
"Little vixen, trying to seduce your husband again today?"
Even though the video and microphone were on, I still preferred to type.
"Hehe...so you can see but not touch, making you drool!"
My wife preferred voice chat because I said I liked hearing her sexy, coquettish voice.
"Don't ignite my lust, or I'll go find a drummer!"
I teased her with my typing, secretly plotting to provoke her into another nude video chat tonight.
"You dare!...Wait, honey, it sounds like Mom's knocking..."
My wife suddenly left the camera, seemingly going to open the door.
"Mom—oh, hello Xiaolin, please come in, please come in...Oh! Wait!"
I heard my wife's voice opening the door through my earpiece, then suddenly she said "Oh!" and "Bang!" as if the door had slammed shut. After a few rustling sounds, I heard the door open again; it seemed like my mother-in-law and guests had come in. After a brief conversation, I roughly understood that it was Lin Bo's son, Xiao Lin, who had come to help her scan her computer for viruses.
"Hello, Brother Wang!"
A young man with glasses appeared on the screen, handsome but a bit naive.
"Honey, this is Lin Bo's youngest son from next door, he's a sophomore in college. He came to help me scan my computer for viruses today..."
Half of my wife's body peeked out from beside the man with glasses. Judging from the two straps showing on her shoulders, she had been wearing a bra with the door closed...
After Xiao Lin finished scanning and left, the couple's sweet talk resumed.
"How embarrassing! I forgot I was dressed like that when I opened the door!"
My wife spoke in a sweet, Hong Kong/Taiwanese accent.
"Didn't that guy see everything?"
I couldn't help but ask via voice message.
"No, not really—it seems... only for a few seconds, right?"
My wife's voice was a little weak.
"A man's eyes are like a digital camera, a few seconds is more than enough, it's already stored in his brain chip! Especially your two protruding nipples, I could see them clearly in the video!"
I deliberately typed to tease her.
"Men? In my eyes, he's just a little kid—huh? Really that clear? You men… none of you are any good!"
My wife subconsciously glanced down at her breasts, which were already covered by a bra.
"Hehe! You're seducing a minor! You know that?"
"Hmph! If you say that again, I might actually seduce him next time…"
My wife was a little embarrassed and angry.
"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. Now that the little boy is gone, why don't you hurry up and take off your bra so this big boy can have a good look?"
"Tch! Trying to act young? You shameless old man—"
My wife pouted, her face flushed as she scolded, but her hands obediently reached into her pajamas to unhook her bra.
"Hey! You audacious slut! Still trying to hide it! Take it all off and show me your wicked possession that's been ruining the young man!"
As I typed these words, I felt both smug and excited.
"My lord! I'm innocent!"
My wife, aroused by my teasing, even adopted a delicate, orchid-like gesture and sang a line from a Peking Opera female role, making my heart flutter.
But knowing how to seduce me, she didn't take off her nightgown. Instead, she tremblingly and slowly pulled out half of her plump, white breast from her bodice, her face convincingly displaying a pitiful resentment! This act was far more poignant than my mistress's performance on stage! In an instant, my "little doctor" in my pants stood up and perked up!
This act lasted for a full minute before she switched to the role of the "jealous wife"—"Hmph, you really enjoy this! Tell me! Are you thinking of singing a drum ballad?"
No one knows a husband better than his wife; I feel like we're becoming more and more in sync!
"No! My wife, I'm innocent—"
I replied to her in a strange, incoherent singing voice.
“Honey—tell me the truth, aren’t my breasts prettier than the ones of the drum singers…”
My wife switched back to her sweet, Hong Kong/Taiwanese accent, slowly pulling out her plump, round breast from her front.
“Beautiful, beautiful! My wife’s breasts are the best in the world! Quick, there’s the other one…”
I was so excited I couldn’t even type anymore, swallowing hard as I urged her repeatedly.
“Hmm (third tone, long)—I don’t believe you, I want you to stand up and prove it to me—”
I understood what my wife meant, and knew that tonight’s “inappropriate for children” was inevitable, so I quickly stood up and pointed the high tent that “Dr. Wang” had erected at the camera…
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Similar erotic chats happened almost every night, and my wife and I enjoyed them immensely, but I never dared to ask the question about anal sex. It was too sensitive a question; if I asked it hastily, it might hurt my wife’s feelings, or I might only get a “white lie” from her, both of which went against my intentions. I've decided it's better to slowly test the waters after we reunite, during our intimate moments, just like we did in Datong last time.
I don't understand why, since I've already forgiven my wife's past, I'm still so conflicted about this issue. Maybe it's because of Chen? Chen, this beautiful red apricot, why did you so easily give away your precious first night, your young wife's last virginity, to that scumbag!
Gong's perverted diary has really driven me crazy! Now, whenever I see a woman with a good figure walking down the street, swaying her hips, I can't help but think of Chen's delicate chrysanthemum hidden deep in her buttocks, and Gong's crooked handwriting clearly appears in my mind—"Today we made up, and I fucked her twice at the villa, but she said she was still in her fertile period and insisted I wear a condom. After showering, we lay in bed and hugged each other again, kissing her, touching her breasts, and touching her pussy. Soon she got aroused again, so I took the opportunity to touch her anus, wanting to insert my finger. At first, she twisted her hips to stop me, saying it hurt for days last time! While complaining about not letting me have my seed, I gently rubbed her anus, and soon she softened, saying, 'Only your finger is allowed, it hurts too much with the other one.' I lied to her and said, 'Okay, okay,' and slowly inserted my finger. Looking at her expression, she seemed to enjoy having my finger inserted into her anus, squinting her eyes, tilting her neck back, her whole body arching in pleasure, and even trembling..."
"I climbed on top of her, first inserting the penis into her tender pussy a few times, and when she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure, I gently pulled it out, then aimed the head of the penis at her anus and thrust it in hard. Hey, it went in all at once! She really knows her way around! She only cried out 'Ah,' and then she didn't dare to move. Women, once it's in, it's fine!" "
...When I first inserted the head of the penis, her whole brow furrowed, and she kept moaning in pain, saying, 'You rascal, it hurts! Be gentle!' There seemed to be tears in her eyes. I knew she was repaying my debt, the debt of not letting me plant my seed in her belly, so she tried her best to endure the pain in her anus. Seeing her aggrieved expression, I felt a little sorry for her. But then again, who told He to be so arrogant! Who told you to be so haughty before! Isn't it only right that you suffer a little now? Besides, the feeling of the penis being tightly wrapped in her little anus is really fucking good! Hehe, only an idiot wouldn't insert it!"
"...I slowly pushed the whole thing in, then gently pulled it out, then pushed it in a little more. Each time I did that, she'd let out a soft moan of pain... After a few minutes, although she was still frowning, she stopped moaning. With each thrust, she started twisting her waist, making moaning sounds similar to when I was fucking her, and her pussy started leaking again. Damn, what a slut! She gets horny even when I'm fucking her ass!"
"Now, seeing He acting all high and mighty like a big boss makes me laugh. What's so great about him? I just fucked your wife's ass yesterday! She was all lovey-dovey in front of me, arm in arm with her. You stupid bastard, didn't you notice your wife walks with her toes pointing outwards? That's because her ass still hurts, hehe..."
"I had promised to take them, mother and daughter, to Longqing Gorge today. I arrived at her house early this morning, before the little girl was even awake. I took the opportunity to slip into her bed, hugging her soft, fragrant body, touching her breasts and groping her pussy. She got wet immediately. This beautiful woman is getting more and more horny! It's all thanks to my 'good teaching,' hehe! But the little girl was right there, and she wouldn't let me do it. She twisted and turned in my arms, begging for mercy, saying, 'Good man, I'll give it to you tonight.' But how could I force my erect penis down? While she was making breakfast in the kitchen, I kept hugging and kissing her, touching her all over. In just a few minutes, she leaned softly against me, stopped making breakfast, and said, 'My darling, I really owe you...' Then she let me lift her clothes and pull down her underwear..."
"...It was my first time fucking her in the kitchen, it felt so good! She had her hands on the sink, her bare buttocks sticking up high as I fucked her hard. My stomach was against her buttocks, her white and tender flesh swaying like waves, it was a sight I could never tire of!...After I fucked her until she came, I pulled my thumb out of her anus, then aimed my big cock at her slightly dilated anus, and before she could react, I thrust it in! She kept calling out 'bad boy, bad boy,' but she didn't seem to resist as fiercely as the previous two times. That slut, she must be addicted to fucking her ass..."
"While we were at Longqing Gorge, I kept thinking about her slutty face in the kitchen, her ass sticking out as she was getting fucked. Seeing her frown or stop every few steps, occasionally covering her butt crack, I thought, 'Everyone thinks her butt looks so pretty in her jeans, but who knows her anus isn't completely closed yet? Hehe, maybe my semen is still bubbling out!' Seeing her bending over to pat the dirt off a little girl, her cute butt sticking out, I couldn't help but poke her butt crack with my finger. She hummed in response, turned around and glared at me, but there was a clear amorous smile on her lips. I was secretly pleased, and when no one was looking, I secretly groped her breasts. Wow, they're so full! She's definitely in heat; I'll have some more fucking tonight…"
"I rarely dream, but last night I had a dream. I dreamt of lots of white bubbles, bubbling out of Chen's cute little bottom, one bubble flying and flying, and then one of them landed on someone's nose and popped! Looking closer, it was actually President He! Haha..." 　　Thinking of these perverted words, I always 　　have a vague hallucination.
In the blur, Chen becomes Yan, and Gong becomes that old scoundrel... Heavens! As the blur slowly clears, will the hallucination become reality? A pang 　　of sadness rises in 　　my heart, tinged with a slight sense of melancholy. ********** ... Since I started working in Beijing, I've developed this boring habit, and gradually, I've frequented almost every bar near Sanlitun. 　　The afternoon after I returned to Beijing from Datong, in a bar on a street corner in Sanlitun, I met someone—someone just as bored as me, but with an added air of loneliness. 　　Actually, I noticed him the moment I stepped into the small bar. He was sitting alone at a table by the window, drinking alone. There were three empty glasses on the table, only ice cubes left, and he held an iced whiskey in his hand. 　　The warm sunlight streamed through the glass, softly illuminating his lonely face. His gaze out the window was so lonely and lost. 　　I was all too familiar with that look; I'd seen it so often in the mirror over the past three years. 　　I walked over and sat down at the empty table opposite him. After ordering a whiskey from the bartender I already knew, I savored the cold drink while observing this lonely man. He seemed to notice me too, giving me a polite nod before continuing to drink alone. 　　Normally I only drink three glasses at most, but that day, for some reason, I kept drinking one after another. When the lonely man across from me had his seventh glass, I caught up too. The lonely man was clearly less of a drinker than me; although his face wasn't flushed, his forlorn eyes were already filled with drunkenness. He glanced at the seven empty glasses on my table with a hint of surprise, then at me, a knowing smile appearing on his face. 　　I snapped my fingers at the bartender, who came running over. I pointed to the lonely man and said, "Sir, I'll pay for your drinks. Ask him how many more he wants, and we'll settle it together." The bartender went over and said a few words to him. He slowly raised his head and waved to me, his voice slurred with drunkenness. I sat down opposite him. He didn't say anything to thank me, just told the bartender, "Two more, please!" 　　That afternoon, we drank a total of 18 whiskies. Meeting and getting to know strangers is different from meeting women; words aren't important. A raised glass and a knowing smile are enough. 　　But after exchanging business cards, I became noticeably more talkative, and the conversation gradually shifted from politics and economics to women and my wife. I pretended to be drunk and rambled on about my and my wife's tumultuous past. He, still quite intoxicated, mostly listened attentively, occasionally interjecting with, "Brother, think positively...we're destined to meet, let's drink...cheers!" 　　Why would I pretend to be drunk and tell a stranger about my family's troubles? Because of that business card! Because it bore the name "He Ming, General Manager of Beijing XX Construction Company and Shenzhen XX Building Materials Company"! 　　Yes, that was He! Chen's husband! The He who had been shamelessly humiliated countless times behind her back by Gong! The farmer who saved the snake! The cuckolded husband with a similar experience to mine! 　　It was indeed a rare coincidence.

But now I believe that subconsciously, my three weekly trips to Sanlitun bars were all about seeking such "chance encounters"! Because in my essay, I mentioned a particular bar in Sanlitun more than once, a place He used to unwind; because a dream about reconciliation lingered in my mind.
Just as there's love at first sight between men and women, there's also love between men, only it's called "love at first sight." Similar experiences, similar personalities, and especially our easygoing drinking style made us instant confidants after only one afternoon.
So, the following Saturday afternoon, we went back to that bar to drink and talk.
This time, although he really wanted to pour out his heart to me, his "confidant" with whom he'd met over drinks, he was still a bit reserved, glossing over his painful past, only mentioning that he hadn't heard from Chen for the past three months, which worried him greatly, and asking if I should go to Germany to find her.
I said, "If you really want to find her, there's always a way. Her parents, friends, and her classmates studying in Germany can all help. The most important thing now is whether you're prepared to accept her back. If you're not ready, what's the point of finding her? It'll only add to your troubles!"
He was silent for a long time. I could tell he was still confused; the shadow in his heart hadn't yet dissipated.
I continued to tell him about my own experiences, my psychological journey from hating my wife, to forgiving her, to now cherishing her even more.
"...Okay, now let's make a hypothetical scenario, putting Chen in my wife's situation back then... Oh, sorry, your wife's name is... Chen, right? You mentioned it last time..."
I almost let it slip, but luckily He was a little tipsy and nodded in agreement.
"Alright, if your driver also wanted to harm you, Chen... wouldn't your wife turn against you like mine did? No matter how you interpret a wife, my answer is definitely yes! Over a decade of love, over a decade of marriage! How could a fleeting, impulsive affair compare to her husband's life-or-death situation! According to your description, your wife is a bit... well... a bit too romantic, but she's fundamentally kind and upright. Faced with matters of principle, she will definitely choose to protect her husband! What is that? That's what marriage is!"
I never knew I was so eloquent. My passionate speech left He sometimes thoughtful, sometimes nodding in agreement. Perhaps it was the alcohol in both of us, or perhaps it was because I had already said these words countless times in my mind before meeting He.
"Of course, marital affection and romantic love are two different things. Perhaps, like us back then, your love... has long since faded and hardened. But I'm telling you, and you really shouldn't disbelieve me—ever since I completely forgave my wife in my heart, our relationship is even better than when we were young and dating! Love, after being tested by hardship, is truly even stronger... well, I won't use those cheesy lines from romance novels, but anyway, my wife and I are still in love! Really, every day I feel like I'm flying high, and I can still maintain a genuine smile even when facing the grieving faces of patients! Even the gray skies of Beijing seem so blue to me!"
He was amused by my words, raised his glass to me, and downed it in one gulp. I knew these heartfelt words had some effect, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief for my beloved in Germany.
"He Ming, what year were you born? Oh, then I'm a year older than you, born in '72. You're a big boss, you've seen far more of the world than I have, but I'll still call you 'brother' now. Listen to me, a man should be able to take things in stride. If your wife makes a mistake, just treat it as a scar on your chest, what's the big deal? A wife is a man's treasure. If she was stolen before, you can just win her back with your own abilities! Cherish her in the future, and don't let her be stolen again. Tell me, am I right?"
I inadvertently brought up the old British man's theory. The familiar words filled He Ming's drunken eyes with admiration and agreement.
"So...should I go find her now?"
"Like I said, are you ready to accept her back?"
"It seems...yes! Ready!"
"I mean, you no longer have...that shadow in your heart? You're only thinking about welcoming your new wife?"
"Yes...yes!"
"Then go find your wife all over the world! Through mountains and rivers, through fire and water, search every inch of the earth, until you find her!"
"Haha..."
Two drunken men laughed unrestrainedly in the bar.
That day, we were all drunk, and then I took a taxi to take He Ming home... I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and found myself lying in a strange bed, but when I looked up at the large wedding photo on the wall, it immediately felt familiar. I had been to this place countless times in my dreams, in my fantasies, and while reading Gong's perverted diary.
Yes, this was He Ming and his wife's bedroom.
On this very bed, Chen's precious virginity was taken by Gong! On this very bed, Chen went from shy to proactive, having countless affairs with Gong! On this very bed, countless drops of Chen's semen were spilled during their trysts!
I felt like I was dreaming—had I really come to this place that had haunted my dreams?
I turned to look at He Ming, who was sleeping soundly on the bed fully clothed, and pinched my cheek hard. Yes, it was real!
I subconsciously glanced at the bedside table drawer. On Chen's first night with Gong, why didn't she resist afterward? Instead, she let Gong take out a condom from that drawer! Then I looked at the wooden floor in front of the bed, where Chen's bra and panties had once been thrown, making Gong, who had woken up in the morning feeling like he was in a dream, finally believe that he had "really slept with the noble city beauty"!
I shook my aching head, got out of bed, and went to the kitchen to get some water. There wasn't a single bottle of water in the refrigerator, only beer. It seemed I could only "cure my hangover with alcohol." Leaning back
on the sofa in the living room, drinking ice-cold beer, looking at the beer and wine bottles piled up on the coffee table and floor, I shook my head and sighed. He Ming, this guy, really is a bit like me, except when I'm depressed and drowning my sorrows in alcohol.
I hope that after he sobers up, he'll be as happy as I am!
While I was still nobly wishing He and Chen could reconcile, my mind immediately turned to something vulgar and sordid! It was all because of this familiar environment! Especially this damned sofa! It made my filthy imagination dance uncontrollably again…
Chen seemed to be right beside me, wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, her white, full breasts and rosy nipples faintly visible… On the sofa, Chen was being teased by that damned Gong until she was panting heavily, her nightgown lifted up, her white breasts being kneaded and deformed by a pair of dark hands… Chen shyly tugged at her panties, but Gong still pulled them down, oh my god! Sparse black hair on the plump white mound… Her graceful legs were parted, revealing two tender labia at the end of her jade-like thighs, a bright red slit glistening with moisture…
Gong, eager to penetrate, was pushed away by the beauty's jade-like hands, who cried out, "You bad boy, put on a condom…" Gong carefully put on his so-called "big penis" with several needle marks on it… Finally, with a soft moan from Chen, Gong once again penetrated the beautiful married woman's delicate hole… In the end, with Chen's trembling response, Gong thrust violently, and the two reached orgasm simultaneously…
But Chen didn't know that Gong's millions of sperm, as perverse and filthy as his thoughts, were desperately swimming through those needle marks towards her tender cervix, to defile that innocent, precious egg!
Yes, according to Gong's diary, this was on the sofa once, and another time two days later at the villa; Gong had tampered with the condoms both times. Based on the dates, Chen's later pregnancy was due to conception during one of these encounters!
Chen, Chen, it's one thing to have an affair, but how could you be so ignorant as to get pregnant with that bastard's child!
The thought of beautiful Chen, her legs wrapped around her lover's waist, trembling as she was impregnated on this very sofa beneath me, made my "little doctor" (referring to a male genital organ) involuntarily stand erect.
My imagination then drifted to the open kitchen. In a daze, I imagined Chen, wearing a lace apron, washing dishes at the sink, her hair piled high, her cleavage partially exposed—she looked so elegant and sexy… She occasionally looked up, talking to He Ming, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper…
Gong arrived, and He Ming told him to get some water from the refrigerator… He Ming was still engrossed in his newspaper, talking to her husband when Chen suddenly opened her mouth, but no sound came out, her face turning red… It turned out that the audacious and shameless Gong had secretly touched her buttocks, right in front of her husband! Even though it was just a touch, that annoying middle finger skillfully slid along her buttocks to that sensitive spot! In an instant, she trembled, feeling a sudden wetness in her slit… Are
men inherently filthy?
I came here to persuade He Ming, and I genuinely wanted Chen to find a good home, but why can't I shake these vulgar and disgusting images from my mind? It seems I have to leave this place of trouble immediately! Otherwise, I'll be haunted by Gong's ghost sooner or later.
Seeing that I couldn't wake He Ming, I left him a note and hurriedly fled.
The note read: "Brother, besides shouldering responsibility, a man also needs to know how to make himself happy! Cast aside unnecessary worries, unload useless burdens, quickly find your wife, and be happy! See you at the bar sometime!"
The next night, I finally decided to burn everything Gong left behind, except for Chen's underwear, which I couldn't bear to burn. So, I squatted in front of the computer, vigorously washing Chen's sexy underwear in a basin while video chatting with my wife.
"Poor husband, he has to wash his own underwear..."
My wife couldn't see what was in the basin.
"I know your husband's been working hard, so hurry back and help me with the laundry!"
"What's the rush! Didn't I tell you? I'm going to Shanghai for the alumni reunion tomorrow, and in a few days, I should be going to Beijing. What? Missing your wife? Hehe..."
"Yes! I miss her, and my little doctor down there misses her even more!"
"You filthy..."
It was another sunny weekend afternoon. I sat in the bar where I met He Ming, leisurely enjoying an iced whiskey.
He Ming didn't come.
He called me yesterday, excitedly saying he finally had news of Chen; it seemed she had just returned from Germany and was temporarily staying at a classmate's house in Shanghai. He decided to go to Shanghai today, just like when I visited her in prison, to give his wife a surprise.
The cold whiskey lingered in my mouth, the rich flavor spreading and lingering on my tongue.
But what lingered in my heart was satisfaction and happiness—He and Chen could finally be reunited.
"Let's row our oars, little boat..."
That was my phone ringtone.
"Hey, honey—I've arrived in Beijing."
The moment I answered, my wife's sweet voice sent a shiver down my spine.
"So you finally decided to come back!"
I wanted to put on airs, but I couldn't resist. "When did you get off the plane? Are you still at the airport? Wait here, I'll come pick you up right away..."
"No need—I'm already in a taxi!"
"Then I'll go home right away and wait for you. You know our address, right?"
"I'm not going home yet, I'm going to come find you right away—I've missed you so much, you silly goose! Hehe… Tell me, where are you?"
"Oh, okay, at a certain bar in Sanlitun. You really missed me that much… you little vixen!"
"Stop being so sweet, just wait here obediently, bye!"
Continuing to bask in the afternoon sun, sipping my chilled whiskey, imagining my wife anxiously watching the traffic jams on Beijing's streets, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. In my heart, besides feeling relaxed and comfortable, there was also a hint of erotic anticipation for the evening's reunion...
Half an hour later, the glass door of the bar was pushed open, and my wife's familiar, flowing figure appeared in the doorway.
"Husband—"
Her sweet voice preceded her arrival.
I waved to greet her, but my hand immediately froze in mid-air because there was another beautiful figure next to her.
Although it was backlit, her elegant figure, beautiful face, and high bun made me recognize her at a glance!
How could it be her? My wife and her...
Two beauties were right in front of me, and I was still dumbfounded.
"What are you doing? You've never seen a beautiful woman before, how embarrassing!"
My wife gave me a light punch on the chest. She hadn't seen the photos I had burned, so she didn't know that I had recognized Chen.
"Let me introduce you, this is my silly husband, Wang Zidong. And this beautiful lady is my senior from Fudan University, Li..."
"Li Xiaochen. Hello, Dr. Wang."
Chen gracefully extended her hand to me.
"Oh—hello, hello, senior... oh, no... Miss Li, hello..."
I hurriedly lowered my right hand, which was still hanging in mid-air, and reached out to grasp that elegant, soft little hand, feeling as if in a dream.
In that instant, I finally understood what my wife had said a few days ago. Chen, that was the surprise!

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