【DTLV】(8)

Author: Ah Gou
Word Count: 6180
Published on 2016.11.13
First published on
(8)
Tonight, will his wife and Mike sleep in the same room?
Ma Hongyuan couldn't fall asleep at all. Lying in bed, even closing his eyes became an extremely difficult thing.
His mind was full of the scene of his wife sitting in Mike's lap in the bar, posing seductively. Although he kept comforting himself that this was just
acting, including staying at Mike's house, none of this was real, it was all for the drug dealers to see. But this play was
too realistic. As a husband, should he admire the actor's superb acting skills or laugh at his overly sensitive
nerves?
When he was so conflicted that he couldn't bear it, Ma Hongyuan even comforted himself by thinking about the husbands of those actresses.
Didn't they also have to endure their beloved wives flirting, being intimate, and even performing intense bed scenes with other men
, all in front of countless audiences, including their own family and friends?
But this consolation was almost futile, because deep inside Ma Hongyuan, a voice mocked
him: This isn't acting, it's all real! You fool, you useless man, you
pathetic wretch…
Ma Hongyuan couldn't bear this suffocating torment any longer. He longed to fall asleep and wake up to find
everything back to normal: the aroma of food mingling with the chirping of birds in the morning; his wife
preparing a delicious breakfast in the kitchen downstairs; a world without police, drug dealers, or even Mike
…
The next morning, Ma Hongyuan opened his eyes, half-asleep. He couldn't tell if he had
slept at all the night before, or how he had managed to get through it. He only felt a splitting headache and was disoriented.
After lying there for a while, Ma Hongyuan suddenly felt a jolt, as if he'd been electrocuted. His wife was still at Mike's house
! Ma Hongyuan practically tumbled out of bed, not even bothering to put on his slippers, and rushed to the window overlooking Mike
's house. His big toe smacked against the bedroom doorframe without him even noticing; the blood seeping from his toenail was nothing compared to
the bloodshot eyes.
In the morning light, the house was eerily quiet, showing no sign of life. The doors and windows were tightly shut, and the heavy curtains blocked
Ma Hongyuan's view. Should he thank the flesh-colored nylon fabric or hate it? It hindered
the anxious heart of a husband, tormented by the desire to see what was happening, yet it also
preserved a last shred of dignity and hope for this poor man.
11 a.m.:
Mike's house remained completely still. The couple inside seemed to be suffering from narcolepsy, showing no
intention of getting up, or perhaps they were simply too tired—who knew?
Ma Hongyuan cautiously surveyed the area around the house. He hadn't forgotten his wife's warning from the previous night; perhaps
a drug dealer with a handgun was hiding in some nearby corner.
Ma Hongyuan couldn't control his unease and anxiety. He tiptoed to Mike's
door. There was a window next to the door, with one end of the curtain sticking up. Ma Hongyuan quickly went closer and, through this only
"pipe," could see the living room on the first floor of Mike's house.
The living room didn't look much different from his own home; even the furniture was arranged similarly.
Of course, Ma Hongyuan wasn't there to see the interior design of Mike's house.
Near the door, a woman's high heel lay forlornly. The sexy black suede
covered the entire instep, and the 10-centimeter stiletto heel was coated with a silver finish, reflecting the light and
standing out against the dark wooden floor.
But where was the other one?
Ma Hongyuan couldn't find it for a long time. His wife was a very tidy woman; she always kept
her shoes neatly arranged at home. If Ma Hongyuan occasionally messed up his shoes even slightly, he would be scolded by his wife
.
The suitcase containing his wife's clothes lay sprawled on the carpet in front of the sofa, clearly tossed aside carelessly
. Why was his wife so flustered and impatient when she came in last night,
leaving her high heels and bag haphazardly? Ma Hongyuan couldn't imagine such a scene; it wasn't like his wife at all!
2 PM:
Ma Hongyuan had been standing motionless by the window for over an hour, not daring to blink, as
if afraid of seeing something. But the curtains in the opposite window remained tightly closed, equally motionless
, as if competing with Ma Hongyuan's patience.
Suddenly, the curtains seemed to sway. Then, the part near the windowsill was pressed against the window from the inside
, an area the size of a human back, as if someone had suddenly leaned against it. The figure behind the curtains suddenly moved
, rhythmically moving up and down, but then stopped. Then the curtains hung quietly again
. Until Ma Hongyuan's legs were numb, there was no further movement.
Who was that figure? Was it his wife or Mike? What were they doing?
6 PM:
The sounds of laughter and playfulness from a man and woman came from outside. Like an obsessive-compulsive, Ma Hongyuan rushed over again. Through
the peephole, he saw his wife and Mike just leaving the house.
His wife had changed her clothes; she wore a tight-fitting black dress that went past her knees, revealing half of her slender, white
legs. The long dress covered her lower body but couldn't hide her curvaceous buttocks, the alluring
curves extending all the way to her waist.
Her hairstyle seemed different too; last night it was long, flowing hair, but now it was styled
into an elegant bun on top of her head.
His wife must have dressed up carefully before leaving—was she under Mike's watchful eye?
Nearly 1 AM:
Ma Hongyuan still couldn't sleep, nor dared to. His wife and Mike hadn't returned.
The noise of a car again drew his bloodshot eyes to the door. Mike opened the passenger
door and helped his wife out, like a caring husband.
The two walked towards the house, their arms linked around each other's waists, like a couple returning from a date. Suddenly, Mike
said something, and his wife burst into laughter. With the laughter, her slender waist and full, rounded buttocks...
He unconsciously started swaying along. It was clear that although it was past midnight, his wife was in high spirits.
His wife's happy appearance felt somewhat unfamiliar to Ma Hongyuan; he couldn't remember the last
time she had laughed so heartily in front of him. It seemed that since his wife came to America, their relationship had been filled with more
arguments and silence.
Mike clearly possessed a magic touch that made his wife happy, which made Ma Hongyuan both jealous and angry. But at this moment,
no one cared about Ma Hongyuan's inner feelings. His wife and Mike continued to laugh and play, flirting unabashedly in the night
.
He didn't know what his wife said or did, but Mike suddenly seemed to be provoked,
scooping his wife up in his arms with effortless ease, his domineering posture like that of
a captive, letting his petite wife whine and "struggle" in his arms.
Ma Hongyuan watched his wife's small feet kicking wildly in the air, the silver heels reflecting a bright light under the streetlights
. Helpless, he could only watch the two disappear into the porch.
A loud "bang" slammed the door shut, piercing the night like a heavy punch to Ma Hongyuan's already fragile
heart. Two days and nights of torment had become unbearable for this Chinese man, and he
collapsed to the floor, utterly exhausted.
*** *** ***
It must have been the third night, though Ma Hongyuan couldn't quite remember. An hour earlier, his wife and Mike
's car had driven away. In the dark living room, Ma Hongyuan sat curled up on the sofa.
A question lingered in his mind: what caused this situation? Was it simply because
his wife had participated in that damned undercover operation? It didn't seem so! What other reasons could there be? He
couldn't think of anything; Ma Hongyuan was no longer capable of much thought.
"Bang, bang, bang," a rapid knocking sounded at the door. Who could it be?
*** *** ***
An hour later, Li Qian and Mike were sitting in Pete Lee's luxurious suburban villa. Tomorrow
morning, a shipment of 100 kilograms of heroin will appear at this villa. This is the final transaction, and
the last deal in Pete Lee's drug lord career. Fully armed FBI agents are already lying in wait around the villa, ready to
storm in and wipe out this criminal drug trafficking ring.
Mike and Pete Lee were chatting, and perhaps because of the sheer quantity of drugs, even the usually composed Pete Lee
seemed somewhat nervous. Suddenly, a scruffy-bearded, haggard-looking Chinese man was brought in. It was clear
he had been forcibly taken from his home; he was still wearing slippers.
"Why did you bring him here?" Mike was startled by the sudden appearance of Ma Hongyuan, unsure of
Pete Lee's intentions.
"You… what do you mean by this?" Li Qian was also confused.
"Hehe, don't be hasty, you two. The reason I 'invited' him here is to prevent him
from leaking information during our transaction." "After all, tomorrow's transaction is no small matter; it's always good to be prepared." Pete
Lee only gave half the reason.
"But he knows nothing about our business! Get him out of here!" Li Qian was getting anxious.
The operation was scheduled for tomorrow morning, and her husband's presence would only cause trouble.
"He might not have known before, but it's different now, am I right, Mr. Ma?" Pete Lee gave
Ma Hongyuan his habitual, insincere smile.
Ma Hongyuan felt like a toy to be manipulated, his face flushed with anger, but he dared not speak.
"I don't mean anything by it. I just want him to stay here tonight, and after the transaction is finished tomorrow,
he can take your car home. Of course, if you don't want that, I can send someone to take him home
. Hehe." Pete Lee said seemingly casually, but with an unyielding attitude.
Mike knew in his heart that it was impossible to get rid of Ma Hongyuan, this troublesome person, at this point. Suddenly,
an unplanned person appeared. He needed to carefully consider the operation the next morning. If Ma Hongyuan
was injured or killed during the operation, he wouldn't be able to explain it to Li Qian.
Li Qian, seeing Ma Hongyuan's disheveled state, also felt guilty. Regardless of her relationship with Mike,
Ma Hongyuan was still her husband, and she didn't want her participation in this dangerous undercover operation to
endanger his life. Li Qian could only repeatedly signal to her husband with her eyes to be careful.
At this point, no one said anything more, just waiting for dawn.
Ma Hongyuan was watched upstairs by Pete Lee's men, accompanied by his wife and Mike. Ma Hongyuan's room was right next to his wife's and Mike's, separated only by a wall—a seemingly 　　deliberate arrangement
by the cunning Pete . 　　As he pushed open the door, Ma Hongyuan hesitated, glancing at Mike, who was also opening the door, and 　　Li Qian behind him. His wife also looked over at that moment, their eyes meeting, a sense of awkwardness welling up inside. His wife's eyes were filled with shyness, and she looked 　　away. Ma Hongyuan's eyes held a multitude of emotions: resentment, jealousy 　　, pain, anger, and a sliver of last hope. 　　Li Qian was the first to choose escape; she turned and followed Mike into the room. 　　The moment the door closed, Ma Hongyuan felt a sudden urge: [u] He wanted to rush over and kick 　　the door open, [u] [u] pull his wife out, escape this damned villa, escape this damned Detroit, 　　escape this damned America, [u] [u] return to China, and never come back, even if it meant 　　living a simple life…[u] 　　All the guest rooms on the second floor of the villa were identical—style, layout, and decoration were all the same. 　　When Ma Hongyuan saw the almost transparent bathroom in the bedroom, he couldn't help but imagine his wife 　　bathing naked inside, while Mike, like a husband, leaned back comfortably on the bed, 　　openly enjoying the view. 　　The bedside table was filled with sex toys: condoms of various brands and sizes, as well as some sex 　　gel and lubricant—all for the guests to use freely. Ma Hongyuan suddenly had a question: what about the wife next door?

Will Zi and Mike use these things tonight?
Ma Hongyuan knew that before tonight, his wife and Mike had probably stayed in this villa for many nights.
How did they spend those long nights? Compared to those nights,
what were the three days his wife had stayed at Mike's house? For a moment, Ma Hongyuan felt that his worries and anxieties of the past few days were utterly ridiculous
.
Ma Hongyuan's mind was filled with these chaotic thoughts, making him restless and pacing back and forth in the room. When he reached the wall, he couldn't help but press his ear against it, but 　　there was no sound from the
thick concrete wall. The silence only made him more anxious. 　　Time passed by, his wife was in a room with another man, and he, the husband, 　　had to face this empty room alone, separated by only a wall. If he were completely certain that his wife had already slept with Mike, 　　he would feel a little more at ease. The key was that he still held onto a sliver of hope for his wife. Just as he had told his old friend Li Zhong 　　: he still felt that his wife shouldn't be that kind of woman. It was this last bit of persistence that made 　　Ma Hongyuan incredibly tormented and anxious. 　　The poor husband couldn't stand it any longer; he pushed open the door, only to find the hallway empty. 　　Mike looked at Ma Hongyuan warily in the doorway, then glanced down the hallway before lowering his voice 　　and saying, "Why aren't you in your room? What are you doing here?" "I need to talk to Anna," Ma Hongyuan 　　said anxiously 　　, seeing Mike shirtless and wearing only a towel . 　　"What's there to talk about! Do you know where you are?" Although Mike controlled his voice, 　　his impatience was palpable. 　　"I...I know, I just want to say one thing to her...just one thing." Actually, Ma Hongyuan didn't know 　　what he wanted to say to his wife; perhaps he really had a lot to say. But at this moment, he 　　wanted to see what his wife and Mike were doing. Rather than staying in his room lost in thought and 　　agonizing, he decided to come and find out. 　　"She's taking a shower." 　　"Taking a shower!" Ma Hongyuan's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but think of the transparent bathroom; there was indeed 　　a faint sound of water coming from the room. 　　Ma Hongyuan searched for the source of the sound, but Mike's broad frame blocked most of the half-open door 　　. Between the muscles and the door frame, Ma Hongyuan could only see the bed in the bedroom. 　　Wait, there seems to be something on the bed! It looks like his wife's clothes; the white one is probably 　　the sundress she wore today, and there's a black thing next to it, but he couldn't make out what it was. A pair of 　　gray pantyhose was hanging on the edge of the bed. Wait, why is the crotch of the pantyhose empty? 　　"You should go back now. We can talk later." Mike didn't want Ma Hongyuan to stand at the door any longer. 　　He used his thick, muscular arms to close the door, and as the door slammed shut, 　　he said in a low but stern tone, "I'm warning you, if you ruin our plans, I won't let you off!" 　　Plans! Perhaps Mike's intention was to prevent Ma Hongyuan from sabotaging the operation, but Ma Hongyuan interpreted it 　　with a different meaning. 　　Back in his room, Ma Hongyuan was filled with frustration; he had been sent back by Mike. The liquor 　　cabinet in the living room was neatly arranged with various kinds of foreign liquor, and Ma Hongyuan, who rarely drank, suddenly felt an urge to have a few sips 　　. He grabbed a bottle of liquor he didn't recognize, removed the cap, and took a large gulp. 　　Damn! The strong alcohol made Ma Hongyuan's throat feel like it was on fire. Ma Hongyuan kept sticking out 　　his numb tongue, looking utterly pathetic. It took a while for the effects of the liquor to subside. Alcohol can be 　　quite strange sometimes; it can numb the mind and limbs. Ma Hongyuan gradually felt his body warming up 　　, and the pain and anxiety in his chest seemed to lessen. 　　Ma Hongyuan sat on the sofa, holding the bottle, taking sips every now and then, and before he knew it, the bottle was more than half empty 　　. Ma Hongyuan was a little drunk, his head spinning and his feet feeling lightheaded. 　　"The last time I drank this much was probably at my wedding with Qianqian," he suddenly muttered 　　to himself, lost in thought. His thoughts drifted back: at the banquet, his wife, in a pure white wedding dress, 　　nestled gracefully against his arm, beautiful and captivating. They went from table to table toasting, their relatives and friends casting 　　blessings and envious glances his way. Yes, he, a poor boy from humble beginnings, had managed to marry such a beautiful 　　wife. That night, Ma Hongyuan was incredibly proud and incredibly happy. Back then, his wife was not only young and beautiful 　　but also possessed a girlish shyness. Whenever his college classmates teased him, she would shyly hide 　　behind him, her small hands tightly clutching the hem of his clothes… 　　"Ding, ding, ding…" The wall clock pulled Ma Hongyuan back from his beautiful memories; it was 　　midnight. 　　His wife was still next door! Ma Hongyuan seemed startled and jumped up from the sofa. 　　In his drunken stupor, he wasn't fully aware that he was in a dangerous drug den, surrounded 　　by ruthless criminals. At that moment, all Ma Hongyuan wanted was to see his wife, to see her beautiful face. 　　"Bang, bang, bang..." Ma Hongyuan pounded on his wife and Mike's bedroom door, slurring, 　　"Qianqian...Qianqian, I...it's Hongyuan, you...you...open the door..." 　　Two or three minutes later, the door reluctantly opened a crack, and his wife peeked out, 　　revealing her bare, white shoulders. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her face was flushed. 　　"It's so late, aren't you asleep?" his wife said anxiously in a low voice. 　　"I can't sleep, I miss you. Qianqian, I...I...I really miss you so much," Ma Hongyuan stammered 　　, his eyes glazed. 　　"Keep your voice down, there are people downstairs." Li Qian lowered her voice, glancing warily into the corridor and stairwell 　　. 　　"I...I don't care, I...I just miss you!" Ma Hongyuan was like a drunkard, oblivious to everything. 　　"You've been drinking?" 　　"You...you've been drinking too, your face is all red, so pretty! Hehe...hehe." By this time, Ma Hongyuan 　　was already delirious.

"Me?! I didn't drink. You shouldn't drink either, your body can't handle too much alcohol. Go back to sleep,
we can talk about it later, okay?" Her husband's words made Li Qian feel embarrassed, and she glanced nervously behind her.
"Qianqian, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" His wife's behavior was a little strange, but the alcohol had
numbed Ma Hongyuan's senses.
"I'm fine, you should go back. Go back, be good." Li Qian could only helplessly coax her drunken husband
; she was clearly eager to end this awkward situation.
Just then, Li Qian's expression suddenly changed, as if she had been subjected to some great shock. Her body lurched
forward, as if she had been violently bumped from behind.
"Ah...you...you should go back!" His wife's expression widened dramatically as she struggled to finish the last
sentence before closing the door. Ma Hongyuan, still not having had time to react, stood alone
in the empty corridor.
(To be continued)

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