Bringing cattle into the house

Jinan, midsummer, evening.

My name is Wang Cheng. My wife, Chen Yuting, and I both graduated from Fudan University with master's degrees.

Right now, my elegant and refined wife is sitting on the sofa in
the living room watching a movie.

I can only sit on a chair because my wife's husband is called Wang Daniu. Judging from his name, you can tell he
's a big guy.

He sits cross-legged on the three-seater sofa, then puts his arm around my wife, leaving practically no room for me. As

usual, Wang Daniu is shirtless at home. He sits casually on the sofa, the air conditioning is on, yet he's
still slightly sweaty, holding a bottle of water. There's beer in the fridge, but Wang Daniu doesn't drink it. He says if he's going to drink anything
, it should be baijiu (Chinese liquor). Beer is weak and makes you gain weight, so this guy drinks mineral water.

The DVD playing on TV is "Red Sorghum."

This is my wife's favorite Chinese film. She once said that Zhang Yimou has made several good films, and "Red Sorghum"
is one, and "To Live" is another. I asked her then if she had seen *Ju Dou*, and she said she unloaded the disc and turned off the TV as soon as Li Baotian
appeared on screen . She asked if I had read the original novel, *Fu Xi Fu Xi*, and I said no.
She said I should read it, that it was much better than the movie.

I later read *Fu Xi Fu Xi*; it's quite short, a novel by Liu Heng, about an old, withered
man who buys a beautiful wife, only to be conquered by his nephew, who has a large and powerful penis. After reading it, I didn't
think much of it, but I vaguely understood why my wife disliked Zhang Yimou's adaptation. Perhaps it was because Li Baotian's
short, thin appearance completely lacked the imposing presence of Yang Tianqing in the original novel.

It turns out that so many things in our past lives foreshadow our future.

My wife wanted Wang Daniu to accompany her to see *Red Sorghum*, entirely because of our conversation that afternoon.
This afternoon, I took a day off to talk to my wife while Wang Daniu was away. The conversation went like this:

"Yuting, do you really want to continue living like this with Wang Daniu?"

"What's wrong with it? It's been three weeks, and I'm incredibly happy, happier than I've ever been."

"But have you thought about the future? Wang Daniu is married. You have a master's degree, and you're just going to
be his mistress?"

My wife looked dejected. "My biggest regret is not meeting him sooner. Sometimes I think,
how wonderful it would have been if I had been born in his remote mountain village. We could have grown up together, and I would have been devoted to him since childhood!"

I was speechless for a long time before finally managing to say, "Are you really willing to be a mistress? I remember you used to look down on
women who relied on men for a living!"

My wife became agitated: "Wang Cheng! Don't talk nonsense! After he gave me the money, he never even asked how
it . He said, 'Men earn money, wives spend it, it's only natural!' He respects me, trusts me,
he's not buying me!"

"Wang Cheng, do you remember? When I came to Jinan with you and quit my job, what did you do? You earned almost
30,000 yuan a month, gave me 5,000 yuan as household expenses, and you managed the rest. You even made me keep track of that 5,000 yuan and check it every month.

Let me tell you, I saved all of Wang Daniu's money except for daily expenses. A few months ago, I
didn't feel any pain when I spent that 5,000 yuan of yours. Do you know why? I felt that Wang Daniu's money was also my money, and
your money was your own money!"

I couldn't say anything. I used to think that a real man should manage the money at home, but I never
expected that a real man would be like Wang Daniu, only responsible for earning money. As for managing money, he just waved his hand and said,
"Leave it to my wife, we don't care!"

My wife calmed down a bit and said, "I think Wang Daniu really treats me like his wife. As long as he can be with me for ten months out of the year , I'll be content. At least during those ten months, I'll have a real man
in my home , and I won't be afraid or worried. He looks at me as if I'm his most precious possession. He's both domineering and doting. If anyone lays a finger on me, he'll yell at that person for ages." 　　I knew she was talking about the other day when Wang Daniu went to the supermarket with her and was helping her carry her things. A young man bumped into my wife, and if Wang Daniu hadn't been carrying things, he probably would have punched him. He glared fiercely at the guy, and when the guy saw Wang Daniu's eyes and his size, he thought he was going to kill him and ran away faster than a rabbit. 　　That day, my wife held Wang Daniu's big hand the whole way home, and that big hand was carrying a large bag of things. They walked ahead, and I followed behind. Along the way, people kept greeting Wang Daniu: "Daniu , your wife looks even more beautiful!" "Brother Daniu, your wife looks radiant! Oh, hehehe, is she pregnant ?" "Daniu, this guy knows how to take care of his wife; he carries everything himself, haha!" 　　Indeed, now everyone in the neighborhood knows my wife is Wang Daniu's wife. Although it seems like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung, Wang Daniu is sincere and warm-hearted, especially towards the older women. He helps them carry things in and out, and he's incredibly charming. Now, the older women in the neighborhood all say to me: "Wang Cheng, your cousin-in-law is such a good man!" 　　I've lived in this neighborhood for several months, coming and going every day. Wang Daniu has only lived here for three weeks, and they've already remembered him as the husband, and I'm just his cousin? My sense of self-worth is truly pathetic… 　　Lost in thought, I asked my wife again, “What if Wang Daniu brings his wife and children from the countryside to live in the city? What will you do?” 　　My wife, the one who once held such rosy fantasies about love, said, “Then I’ll live with them . If his first wife doesn’t mind, I won’t mind either. Anyway, I’ll give him a son. Loving the same man, women don’t have any deep-seated hatred.” 　　What a self-degrading, truly degenerate! Or perhaps, this is what pursuing love is? This is what sacrificing for love is? 　　I had to resort to my trump card: “Yuting, have you considered that if you and Wang Daniu really live together long-term, you won’t have anything in common?” 　　My wife once told me that her partner must be someone she can talk to. I believe my wife’s fading feelings didn’t start with the sperm donation, but rather with my busy work schedule three months before the donation. During that time , I never listened to my wife and rarely communicated with her. 　　“Will Wang Daniu work? Can Wang Daniu communicate with you? What topics can you discuss?” 　　My wife was silent for a while, then said, “I’ll try tonight.”

So now, we're sitting in the living room, watching my wife's favorite Chinese film: *Red Sorghum*.

Twenty minutes into the movie, my wife wriggled out of Wang Daniu's arms, "You stinky Daniu, you're
like , burning hot!"

Wang Daniu chuckled, "Hehe, wife, you'll see how good it is in winter!"

There was a moment of silence, then he chuckled again when Jiang Wen put Gong Li down on the sorghum field.

When the Japanese devils were dismembering Chinese people, Wang Daniu panted heavily.

When the credits rolled at the end, with Jiang Wen and his son in the blood-red sunset, Wang Daniu let out
a long sigh.

My wife reads a book, Wang Daniu talks on the phone on the balcony, and then goes to sleep.

My wife and Wang Daniu sleep in bed, and I sit on the sofa beside the bed, as usual. For the past three weeks, I've
mostly come to watch them make love, but a few days I was too tired from work to come. Wang Daniu truly
couldn't be idle for even a day. His nearly one-hour nightly sexual encounter was clearly his routine. They were both willing to
have sex, and I was happy to watch. From a sexual perspective, we were living in paradise.

Wang Daniu was currently kneading my wife's breasts and kissing her, while my wife held his penis in
her hand, caressing it with increasing skill.

Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and spread my wife's legs to enter her.

My wife pushed against his chest and said, "Daniu, what do you think of the movie tonight?"

Wang Daniu, panting and eager, replied, "What?"

"The movie! 'Red Sorghum'!"

"Wow, that's good, pretty exciting!" He said, about to thrust again, when my wife suddenly covered
her crotch .

"I have a few questions for you."

Wang Daniu was trying to pry my wife's hands off. Seeing her serious expression, he nodded with obvious pain, his
thick penis throbbing. "Honey, do you really have to ask now?... Fine, then ask."

"Did you like the movie?"

"It was...it was alright!"

"What did you like about it?"

"The men were like men, and the women were like women!"

My wife chuckled softly, thought for a moment, and said, "That's true. So, which part did you like the most?"

Wang Daniu thought for a moment, "Hehe, the part in the sorghum field..."

"Seriously!"

"Oh," Daniu scratched his head, "The end, the part where they're fighting the Japanese."

"Who did you think acted the best?"

"Well...Jiang Wen!"

"Why?"

Wang Daniu thought for a long time without answering. I chuckled to myself on the sofa: I told you, you two don't have anything in common. He
can't even talk about your favorite movie for more than five sentences!

Suddenly, Wang Daniu jumped off the bed, naked from the waist down. This dark-skinned, burly man picked up
a water glass from the bedside table and began to sing:

"Drink our wine,

and your breathing will be clear and you won't cough;

drink our wine, and

your yin and yang will be nourished and your breath won't stink;

drink our wine,

and you'll dare to walk alone through Qingcha Pass;

drink our wine,

and you won't kowtow to the emperor!"

As Wang Daniu sang his famous "Song of the God of Wine," he grinned wickedly at his wife. His buzz cut, dark
red muscular body, his thick penis swaying between his legs, his hairy, wooden thighs, his
large, boat-like feet, and his deep, powerful voice—his entire being exuded masculinity, boldness, and charm.

His wife was stunned. When Wang Daniu finished singing and climbed back into bed, chuckling and pulling her into his arms, she seemed to snap out of her daze
, clinging tightly to his broad, mountain-like shoulders, refusing to let go.

What more needs to be said? Wang Daniu not only understood her favorite movie, but also understood why she loved it
. He not only understood why she loved it, but also gave her a man even more manly than the one in the movie.

Wang Daniu might not understand movies, music, literature, or drama, but he understood women.
His wife didn't even need to speak; he was already silently listening. This man, often clumsy with words, perhaps
by chance, perhaps out of instinct, firmly and irrevocably captured my wife's heart.

I leaned back on the sofa, watching Wang Daniu and my wife make love—no, using such elegant and modern terms
is inappropriate; they were having sex—my heart was truly dead. I had tried my last ounce of effort
to win back my woman, but the final result was that she was even more completely conquered by Wang Daniu.

"Hehe, wife, I have something even better than that wine!"

"What?"

"Our dick water, our 'cow,' that's also good for nourishing yin and strengthening yang!"

"You're so annoying, so bad!"

"Hehehe, wife, didn't you see Aunt Huo praising you for looking prettier today? Her eyes were always glancing at me, she knows
it's because of me!"

"So embarrassing! I'm never going out with you again!"

"What? Today you were holding my hand so tightly you didn't want to let go!"

"Annoying... ah... you stinky bastard... you came in without saying a word..."

"Wife... I... your tender cunt... I could fuck it for a hundred years and... I wouldn't get tired of it... it's so good!"

"Ah... ah..."

This scene on the bed, one black and one white, one strong and one weak, one rough and one delicate, one rugged and one gentle, like a
yin-yang symbol, yin within yang, yang within yin, yin and yang mutually generating, endlessly regenerating.

This is the way of heaven and earth, the method of the rise and fall of all things.

Completely, utterly, I withdrew from the competition.

I felt at ease. I was finally free from the moral turmoil of thinking I'd given my woman to another man
—I fought for it, I didn't give her to anyone but Wang Daniu. I simply couldn't compare to him; I was
utterly defeated .

I can accept this outcome. Really, I have a man, a woman, and myself in my home. I
will live well, with money, power, prestige, and fulfillment.

I will have a happy family life.

This is just an ordinary day.

I come home from work, sit at the dinner table reading the newspaper, smelling the aroma of beef in the oven, waiting for Wang Daniu
to come home and start dinner.

Who knew that Wang Daniu would come back from the gym after a massive workout, strip naked as soon as he walked in and strode
into the kitchen.

"Honey, roast beef! My favorite!"

"Hmph, I knew you loved it. Ugh, why aren't you dressed again! So annoying!"

I walked to the kitchen doorway, my little cock hard again.

"Honey... today at our gym... a young woman came... there's a sign at the door saying no women allowed... but she
insisted... taking pictures with her camera... saying she liked us... beautiful..." Wang Daniu's mouth was full of my wife's breasts,
his words slurred, while my wife was already slumped in his arms. I looked down and saw Daniu's thick cock was throbbing hard
against his lower abdomen.

Not satisfied, he grabbed my wife's buttocks, put her on the counter, and began to knead her
two . The nipples had turned noticeably darker from his pinching and kneading.

"Da Kui and I could tell at a glance she was a little slut. She was practically drooling over those muscular guys of ours
. We were just showing off our size in front of her. She was fair-skinned, not particularly pretty, but her breasts were huge,
almost as big as yours. We showed her our bulging flesh, and she not only took pictures but also touched them. Her face turned bright red as she touched them, and
our dicks were practically bursting through our underwear. That little slut looked down and almost peed herself, her legs
trembling. Da Kui said, 'Miss, how about I put on some bodybuilding gear?'" "You want me to perform in my underwear?" The woman nodded immediately. Da Kui
said, "Let's film at my place." The woman nodded again, and the two of them left.

My wife snorted softly, "So you were thinking about someone else. No wonder you were in such a hurry today!"

Wang Daniu, his face red and neck thick, pulled down my wife's underwear and started touching her cunt. "That little bitch is too slutty.
If it for you, I would have been with Da Kui long ago, fucking her in both holes, stuffing her in all night, letting her slut to her heart's content!"

My wife blushed and said, "Then go ahead!"

"Didn't I tell you? I was thinking about you! I was thinking about you cooking beef for me, thinking you're much prettier than her,
thinking your breasts are bigger than hers, your cunt is so tender and soft, your body is white, and you have a…" Wang Daniu was covered in sweat,
probably from running back from the brothel, "You smell like milk!" Daniu's face was red, and the veins on his neck were
bulging . Before my wife could answer, he pressed his big mouth against my wife's red lips.

A series of passionate kisses ensued.

Wang Daniu was kissing my wife, but his lower body wasn't still either. He spread my wife's legs apart with both hands. He was tall and muscular, and the countertop
was right at his crotch. He wanted to put his penis inside her like that.

My wife felt the heat in her lower body and reacted very strongly. She struggled to break free from Wang Daniu's kiss. "Daniu
, no!"

Wang Daniu's expression at this moment was extremely funny. I never expected to see such
an expression on that masculine and rugged face. It was like a child whose favorite lollipop had been taken away.

"What? You're my wife! I want to fuck you whenever I want..."

"You stinky Daniu! I..." My wife covered his mouth, which was running like a train due to unsatisfied desire. "I...

I haven't had my period, so..."

Wang Daniu and I were both shocked.

"What? Wife, what did you say?"

"Silly Daniu, I went to the hospital for a checkup today, and I'm pregnant!"

Wang Daniu stared blankly at my wife, and then...

"Ah!!!!"

My wife screamed, startling me. Her body was already airborne. I didn't know how he
did it; it seemed like in an instant, Wang Daniu lifted my wife onto his shoulders like a small child.

"Ah...ah...put me down!" My wife sat on Daniu's shoulders, her legs wrapped around his buzz-
cut head, both ashamed and scared.

"Hehe, what's there to be afraid of! Honey, sit firmly, you can even hold my chin!"

"Wang Daniu, I'm scared!" My wife had never been lifted so high in her own home, and she was still screaming.

"Hahahaha, good wife, what's there to be afraid of!" With my wife on his shoulders, Wang Daniu was as relaxed as if she
were just a leaf. "I can support you with both hands for half an hour without any problem, don't you believe my shoulders can't support you?"

My wife was still a little nervous, holding Wang Daniu's head. "You stinky bull, you big bull! You scared me to death!"

Once my wife was settled, Wang Daniu actually started walking. Our house is 3.5 meters high, so
it's fine for him and his wife to play like that. The problem is the door isn't that high. When they got to the kitchen doorway, my wife
screamed again, almost hitting the wall. Wang Daniu chuckled, half-squatted, and let my wife
pass safely through the door.

As I moved aside, I thought: This guy squats down to over 250 kilograms, hmm, not surprising.

Wang Daniu carried my wife into the living room, excitedly leading her around. "Honey, have you ever seen
anything this tall?"

My wife was still nervous. "No, no, Daniu, slow down!"

Wang Daniu walked to the crystal chandelier. "Honey, there are too many light bulbs on this chandelier. Didn't you say it was too hot
? I, Daniu, will be your ladder. Just unscrew two!"

My wife sat on Wang Daniu's thick, wall-like shoulders. I saw the sides of Daniu's thick neck, the wrist-thick tendons on
his trapezius bulging high, and the deltoid muscles on his upper arms like a large iron ball. With his powerful
pectoral muscles, latissimus dorsi muscles, and scapular muscles, my wife really looked like a child sitting on a majestic tree. The space she
occupied was less than half the width of Daniu's shoulders.

My wife probably felt the warm, firm lumps of flesh beneath her bottom,
bulging occasionally, thick and reassuring. She slowly relaxed, playfully scolding, "There's a ladder in the house, why do I need
you to be my ladder?"

Wang Daniu chuckled, touching my wife's slender white legs dangling from his chest. "Which ladder is as
safe ? This is a steel ladder!" He then bent his arms, showing his wife his well-developed biceps. "My
wife is pregnant with our child, how can I let you climb up and down like this? We can talk about changing light bulbs when I get back."

My wife felt sweet inside and quickly unscrewed two light bulbs, but still teased, "Silly Daniu, you're so
strong have nowhere to use them!"

Seeing her remove the light bulbs, Wang Daniu laughed, "Wife, a ladder can carry you? I can
show our house!" He then actually carried my wife around the house, and my wife beamed with joy.
Having never seen the house from this angle before, she exclaimed in surprise at how much dust was on the refrigerator, how much the air conditioner needed cleaning, and even
planned to wipe down all the lights.

I watched as Wang Daniu, like a mountain, carried my wife, legs spread wide, feet swinging, his
huge penis and testicles swaying between his legs, touring the house. My wife's face was beaming with happiness, like a flower in bloom.

Reaching our bedroom, she glanced at the camera on the ceiling—which I thought was well-hidden—and touched
the sophisticated lens. Seemingly burned by the cold glass, she withdrew her hand, her smile
vanishing . She sighed and said, "Daniu, Wang Cheng, we need to talk."

The conversation was very brief because my demands were simple. I had already decided: I wanted to stay in this house;
I wanted my child to call me "Dad"; I wanted my child to be registered as my son on the household registration; I wanted my wife to accompany me to respectable
occasions ; I wanted her to bring the child and me home for Chinese New Year; and I would give the family 2000 yuan a month for food
and lodging.

The rest was irrelevant. You can have your fun in this house, I don't care if I don't want to watch,
and don't stop me if I do. You can have a normal married life, I won't interfere and have no intention of interfering. You
can even continue to call me "Weak," then let me have my orgasm and you have yours too.

Wang Daniu and Chen Yuting, the couple, didn't say anything for a long time, looking at me. Wang Daniu, wearing baggy shorts, with
his big mouth , although this guy knew I "didn't seem like a real man," probably never expected me to be "so unlike a real
man," actually officially giving his wife away like this. My wife, on the other hand, was calm and collected; she had already suspected that I was probably
finding pleasure in this absurd relationship.

His wife spoke first: "Wang Cheng, I can agree to anything you've said. I'll go home with you to see your parents;
after all , they've been good to me. It's you who wronged me, not them. But..."

Wang Daniu snapped out of his reverie and said gruffly, "No, our son has to call me Dad!" His wife nodded
in agreement. "Wang Cheng, if it really is a boy, I want him to have a strong, upright father,
to grow up to be a little man."

I fell silent, conflicted. Yes, my father had always lacked masculinity in my eyes. He was always
hunched over at his desk, never playing ball or running with me like other boys' fathers, and never
telling me what boys and girls were really about. During the most confused years of my adolescence, I felt weak,
helpless, and vulnerable. I longed for a lighthouse, but all I found was darkness.

I looked at Wang Daniu. If I had had a male role model like Wang Daniu by
my side , he would surely have illuminated that darkness, guiding me towards a brighter future with his masculine strength and courage.

Besides skills and knowledge about the opposite sex, he would also pass on to his son a desire to conquer the world, the essence of
masculine fortitude, and the virtue of sincerity.

"Okay, the child can call you Dad, but in front of my parents and my colleagues, he should call me Dad."

This was the biggest concession I could make. I wanted this child to be happy, to have drive and
courage, and to be more like Wang Daniu, able to conquer the world instead of being
conquered by the darkness and desires within himself.

My wife heard my words, breathed a sigh of relief, paused, and then, as if trying to hold back, softly said
, "Wang Cheng, are you really so attached to your career, power, and face?"

I looked up and stared directly into my wife's eyes. Less than a month ago, she was still my true
wife . Now, her face radiated the glow of a young woman, fair and rosy, far from the pale
and weak look of before.

"Now, all I have left are career, power, and face."

A long silence followed. In the sweltering heat of Jinan in summer, it felt as if a heavy rain was about to fall.

My wife suddenly said, "I've deleted those emails. I won't use them to threaten you anymore."

I nodded, but I didn't feel relieved. Deep down, I knew that I stayed in
this family, that I accepted these unbelievable humiliations, not because anyone forced me, but because I chose to.
I got pleasure from them, both physically and psychologically.

After a long silence, Wang Daniu said, "I'm definitely going to buy a house in Jinan someday. Both my
wives will live with me. What are you going to do?"

I had already thought it through. "You can't live with them both. That would let people know you're bigamous. You can only
buy two apartments in one building. I'll live in Yuting's apartment, and everything else will be the same as now. I'll pay one-third of the price for
that apartment."

Wang Daniu looked at me incredulously again. "Why do you insist on living with us? You're rich and generous.
Why don't you find someone else?"

I looked at the beautiful couple in front of me. The man was strong and handsome, and the woman was gentle and virtuous.

"I need a home."

I need a home, a home where the man is strong and brave, the woman gentle and virtuous. I need security, I
need someone to protect me. I don't know why, but my heart yearns for such a home so much. My parents were happy;
in my memory, they gave me a great learning environment, but I... I don't know why I always
feel: if I had a strong, burly father when I was young, I wouldn't have experienced some misfortunes...?
What misfortunes? I don't even know myself.

And so, on the evening of August 2, 2009, I officially lost my home, but gained another.

My name is Wang Cheng. I have an enviable career and income; I have a master's degree from Fudan University, but what
I'm most proud of is my happy family life.

Outside the window, the rain is pouring down.

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