【Night Rain】(3) Author: lumps

Author: lumps
Word Count: 10072
(III)
This tangled feeling swirled in my mind: with my wife, those trivial scenes of our past life, and
Liu Neng, who suddenly flashed between us, his image from our student days, his image when we met again a few days ago—
that increasingly strange smile.
I tossed and turned until the next day, when I opened my tired eyelids, the bedroom door was wide open, the light piercing, and there
was no one inside. I sat up listlessly, my watch reminding me that I had to go to work as soon as possible. Later,
while busy at the factory, this inner despondency still surged up from time to time, and I had to suppress myself with reason.
Not long after, during that agonizing lunchtime, the phone rang.
I looked, and it was her calling.
It's hard to explain my feelings when I picked up the phone. In each prolonged cold war, her icy attitude always caused
me extreme pain and depression. This heavy sense of oppression, on the contrary, aroused an urgent impulse to get out immediately.
The longer the cold war lasted, the more I wanted to talk to her.
"Hello?" In the instant before dialing, I considered many ways to phrase it, but only this
one word came out.
"It's me." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was cold.
"Hmm."
I wanted to ask her why she hadn't said goodbye before leaving this morning; I minded that. But all those words were stuck in my throat
. She didn't like being blamed, no matter the tone.
"Where are you now?" she asked.
"At the factory. What's wrong?"
"I made an appointment with Liu Neng for you. He said he has a lot of dinner engagements lately and doesn't want to eat out anymore." Her tone
was still cold, as if I, on the other end of the phone, wasn't her husband, but some colleague.
"Oh? So he doesn't want to help?" Did Liu Neng make excuses?! This thought suddenly
stirred in my heart, and a heavy weight was lifted from my chest. But as soon as I exhaled, I immediately thought of
the pressure of repaying the loan at the end of the year, and I became conflicted again.
"No."
"Then what does he mean?" I breathed a sigh of relief again; this time it was for something else.
"He asked if it would be convenient for him to come over this weekend. It's far from home, and he'd like to eat home-cooked meals. What do you think?"
"This... isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
Liu Neng's request was something I never expected. Instantly, his secret rendezvous with his wife last night,
Mengjie's incessant giggling on the phone, and the scene of him secretly touching his wife's hand
flashed before my eyes like a painting I desperately wanted to avoid. I hadn't even realized my depression was so intense.
"He's not a stranger, what's wrong with him coming over for dinner?!" My wife's tone on the other end of the phone was
slightly angry; she was protecting him.
"Anyway, inappropriate is inappropriate!" This inexplicable jealousy made my tone a little impatient.
"You're the one who asked me to invite him, and now you're not happy about it."
"I think business should be business, and it's best not to involve private life!" Haha,
how could my wife have guessed my inner turmoil?
"That's absolutely ridiculous! He's an old classmate, and we need his help, yet you
refused to even let him come over for a meal!! The year-end loan repayment issue is coming up, didn't you ask him for help then?!" My wife
was getting impatient on the other end of the phone.
"That's not what I meant. I was saying, why don't we go out to a restaurant? Does he have to
eat at our house? How much does he like your cooking? Does he not help us if he can't eat there?!" At that moment
, I felt a strong urge to confront her about what happened last night; I felt utterly humiliated.
"Linda! I really think you're becoming more and more unreasonable!!"
"I think you value him more than me! So what if he can tell a joke to make you laugh?! He's a good-for-
nothing raised by his family, what's so great about him? If you like him so much, why did you choose me when we were in school?!" At this point,
it wasn't a discussion anymore; it had completely turned into an argument and a venting session.
"Linda, are you out of your mind?! You're fucking insane!" On the other end of the line, Mengjie angrily hung up
the phone, while I was so angry I almost threw my phone away.
But once you're alone, your heightened emotions slowly subside. Especially when I came to my senses and looked at this
small factory into which I had poured all my heart and soul, I truly regretted it. How could I not know? Not only was the loan
situation urgent, but Liu Neng's position was extremely useful for entrepreneurs like us who had no one to rely on. Yes, I didn't want to,
but I had no choice but to become his long-term, stable friend.
I sat in my simple office, lost in thought. After a while, when my anger and repression finally subsided, I called
my wife again. She didn't answer the first few times, but after my persistence, she finally picked up.
"What is it now?! I don't want to talk to you right now!" It was my wife's extremely impatient tone.
"I was wrong with my tone just now, I'm sorry, don't be angry," I apologized in a deep voice.
"Hmm, and then?" Her "hmm" was a snort coming from her nose.
"It's still about Liu Neng coming over for dinner. Is there any other way to negotiate? Didn't
that 'Northeastern Flavor' restaurant open on Qingyuan Road recently? The decor is pretty upscale. How about we invite him there?"
This time I used a very calm and gentle tone, but I didn't expect it to provoke
my wife's anger even more.
"Linda! What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?! Why are you
so hung up on this?!" Her emotions escalated even further, her voice shrill and almost
roaring at me.
I was completely taken aback, silently listening to her rant, neither replying nor hanging up.
"Fine, fine, just leave this alone, okay? I already agreed to him, so just stop getting involved
! This has nothing to do with you!"
Then she hung up.
Normally, during the busy production month of September, I would only go home once a week when the dirty laundry piled up and needed washing. On average,
I went home twice a week, which put me completely at a disadvantage in terms of time and energy. On the day we argued on the phone
, I went home again, but it was already past ten o'clock.
Mengjie, her face a picture of surprise, asked, "Why are you back?" She opened the locked iron
door for me, clutching a pillow. At home, she was wearing one of those cute crop tops that showed her midriff, and
tiny panties that clung tightly to her round, pert buttocks, highlighting the curve of her mons pubis. Her long, slender, fair legs stood gracefully, and her
soft, delicate feet were in cartoon slippers—a habit she always had.
Of course, I was even more worried about leaving such a beautiful woman alone at home to entertain Liu Neng, but seeing that she was determined, I
could only gently shift the conversation to another topic. We talked for a long time, interspersed with some disagreements
and arguments, but I remained tolerant. The final result was even better than I had expected.
The tense and cold relationship between my husband and me eased somewhat through communication, and we finally agreed—to entertain Liu
Neng together on Sunday.
It's also worth mentioning that because she had showered when she got home, although I wanted to go that night, I didn't have
a chance to secretly look at her phone.
So, according to the schedule of hosting Liu Neng at home on Sunday, I rearranged my recent work,
pushing all the tasks and business trips to other days. But coincidentally, this arrangement
resulted in my wife hosting Liu Neng alone at home.
On Saturday, a batch of goods from a supplier had a product problem, forcing me to travel out
of town. To avoid delaying Sunday's reception, I had already booked a return bus ticket for 7:10 PM.
But just as I was frantically discussing with the supplier, around 10 AM Saturday morning, my wife called
.
"Linda? Are you free to talk now?"
"Yes, wait a minute." I could only smile apologetically at the supplier and leave my seat.
"What's wrong?"
"Liu Neng said he's busy tomorrow, so it has to be today."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but gasp. My feelings towards Liu Neng and my wife, which had finally begun to calm,
suddenly surged again, and I became suspicious.
"When can you come back?" But it was her concerned voice on the other end of the phone.
"I booked a ticket to come back tonight, but... I can't get an earlier one. Didn't he say Sunday? Why is it
today?!"
"I don't know either. Never mind, I'll go out to buy groceries first. If you can come back, try to come back as early as possible
." My wife said
, "Mengjie, can't you let him eat out? I'm not home. What
kind of wife has to entertain her husband alone? A man and a woman alone together, what if he..."
"What if he..." The person on the other end of the phone chuckled. "You're really funny. Liu Neng
isn't just your old classmate, is he? I've known him for much longer. It's rare that we're in the same city, so even if I'm the only one
entertaining him, it's not unreasonable."
"But!!" I was really worried, Madam! This is going to be the death of me!
"Don't worry, it's nothing. Give him ten times the guts! If he dares to misbehave, I'll tear him apart. Okay
, that's all, I'm going out to buy groceries."
That day, during my breaks from work, I anxiously and frequently called my wife, ostensibly to chat, but
actually to constantly check on her whereabouts. Eventually, she got annoyed and refused to answer my calls anymore. Later,
Liu Neng finally arrived at 4 PM. My wife was cooking and couldn't answer the phone, so he answered.
I didn't intentionally show my displeasure with Liu Neng. With mixed feelings, I insincerely greeted him warmly,
expressing my extreme welcome to this old classmate and feeling guilty for not being able to personally entertain him while he was out of town.
We exchanged pleasantries for quite a while.
After hanging up, I felt a little relieved. I should have clearly expressed my concern to him, so Liu
Neng wouldn't do anything inappropriate in my home.
I believe my wife's feelings for Liu Neng are more like those of good friends, but Mengjie
is undeniably beautiful. Her fair, soft body, beautiful face, pert breasts, and shapely buttocks
are all undeniably attractive to men.
I tried calling again, but couldn't get through; she probably had her phone on silent. After several hours of being unable to contact her, this unease
pulled me into another version of myself: the man talking to the supplier, the man shaking his legs in the waiting room as
if he needed to urinate, the man muttering to himself, the absent-minded man. With these conflicting feelings, I
finally made it home, and it was already late. Looking at my watch, it was past ten o'clock. I thought Liu Neng should
have left by now.
I rang the doorbell, and my wife again came to unlock the iron gate. A strong smell of alcohol filled the room, and I
couldn't help but frown. A drunken Liu Neng was still there, plopping down on the sofa where I usually slept
, grinning at me.
"Brother Linda, I really envy you! Mengjie is such a wonderful woman, beautiful and a great cook, and
you actually managed to marry her. The dishes she cooks are truly exquisite, absolutely delicious!" He burped and
chuckled at me. "I'm so full!"
His beautiful wife, seeing someone praising her, smiled sweetly and said, "Liu Neng, you just have a way with words that make people like
you."
For some reason, I could sense a harmonious and open atmosphere in the room. My old classmate's frank laughter
made me question my previous sordid thoughts for a moment. Was I being neurotic? But I had to
remind myself that the two of them had done something behind my back that night.
"Alright, Liu Neng, Lin Da's back. Regarding the factory, I only know the accounting details; for the specifics,
just ask him." With that, Mengjie turned and went into the kitchen to clear the dishes. I glanced at her; she was wearing
a well-fitting light-colored dress, the hem falling past her knees, revealing only her fair calves and delicate ankles
peeking out from her slippers.
Apparently, Liu Neng hadn't left yet. Their explanation was this: on one hand, they thought I should
be back soon, and Liu Neng wanted to ask me about the factory; on the other hand, they were old classmates meeting and chatting happily
, and time flew by.
Liu Neng was indeed very talkative, perhaps because I was home and my guard had lowered—we first...
We talked for a long time about the specific problems at the factory, the funding gap. Then we drifted back to our initial experiences after graduation,
the days working here, and the awkward yet amusing stories of living in a farmer's house.
"Anyway, you're doing better and better now thanks to your own abilities. Back when I was in school
, I knew that among my classmates, you, Linda, were the most extraordinary."
At this point, my wife finished cleaning up the kitchen, brought a small stool, and sat down opposite us at the coffee table to chat. I
noticed that when she sat down, her skirt, which was originally below her knees, was pulled up,
revealing her sexy, snow-white thighs. Liu Neng only glanced at them before his eyes moved back to me, and he didn't look at them again.
Seeing that Liu Neng was more interested in our experience in the farmer's house, I started to elaborate on it with him
. I always felt that he had never experienced those kinds of hardships, and his interest was somewhat like
the curiosity of a rich person about instant noodles. So, the more I talked, the more excited I became, even bringing up the night the prostitute, scantily clad
, sneaked into our neighbor's house.
"Yeah, who wouldn't say that? I can't even imagine it, a girl like that becoming a prostitute."
I described that scene vividly, my face beaming. I included many details, like
how the girl greeted me when we met that morning, how the burly man next door was usually so vulgar, how he seemed
to do hard labor, and how strong his physique was, and so on.
When I mentioned the wall that couldn't block out the sound that night, I couldn't help but glance at my wife. She frowned, her face flushed with embarrassment
, and she grumbled, "You're so shameless, talking about such things in front of your old classmate and your wife."
"It's alright, it's alright, Xiao Luo," Liu Neng chuckled.
We chatted freely, even setting out beer, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and other snacks, until Liu Neng
got up.
"It's getting late, thank you so much for your hospitality. But I really have to go, I
have a meeting tomorrow afternoon." He swayed unsteadily, whether from drinking too much beer or from sitting too long and his knees were weak.
I glanced at my watch, it was already two in the morning. Just as I was about to get up to see him off, my wife spoke up first:
"Why don't you stay here tonight, Liu Neng?"
Mengjie's words surprised Liu Neng. "Wouldn't that be inappropriate? It's not suitable, not
suitable." He waved his hands repeatedly, his eyes lingering on Mengjie's graceful and sexy body for a moment before looking away.
"What's inappropriate about it? We're old classmates, we know each other very well! We've spent
the night together before. Linda, what do you think?" Seeing that I still didn't say anything, my wife continued to persuade him to stay.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll drive back, it'll be fine."
"Oh dear, why won't you listen to advice? You've been drinking, what if you cause an accident while driving?"
"Then I'll take a taxi back."
"Actually, taking a taxi is fine too..." I muttered softly, intending to say this to my wife, but instead received
a glare in return.
In the end, Liu Neng was forced to stay. Looking at Liu Neng's embarrassed expression and his smiling eyes, I
couldn't figure out his true feelings.
But through this incident, a certain outline formed in my mind: my wife's attitude towards him was probably just like meeting an old friend in a foreign land,
nothing more. There was no ugly affair between Liu Neng and me. Perhaps I just mistook
the most normal attention and compliments a man gives to a beautiful woman for something else.
Perhaps it was due to the hardships of my career that I felt inferior in the face of my beautiful wife. Or perhaps it was because of
a suspicion I'd always found hard to tell my wife—Mengjie's inexplicable late return and crying that night in the farmer's house two years ago,
and the unusual ease with which she had sex on our first time; I admit, I was being overly sensitive, finding it hard to let go of
things.
There was only one bathroom in the house, near the master bedroom. My wife had intended for Liu Neng to shower first, but he said he hadn't
changed his clothes and wanted to just spend the night on the sofa, planning to drive home early the next morning after sobering up, as
he had a meeting in the afternoon and needed to wash up properly. My wife thought it made sense and didn't try to persuade him further.
Then my wife went to shower first, while Liu Neng, covered with a thin blanket, lay reclining on the sofa,
watching TV with bleary eyes. I sat beside him, waiting for Mengjie to finish. The sound of running water filled the bathroom, and we
were silent for a moment.
When my wife came out after showering, a wet white towel was wrapped around her snow-white shoulders. She
appeared before Liu Neng and me, wearing only a cropped t-shirt, as usual. A seductive heat emanated from her fair skin
; between her full hips, black silk panties clung tightly to her firm, rounded vulva, shamelessly
displaying her long, beautiful legs, snow-white insteps, and toes like tender spring buds.
Liu Neng and I were both stunned, only able to hear the sound of swallowing.
Mengjie immediately noticed our embarrassment, realizing how inappropriate her revealing attire was. Her cheeks
flushed red with embarrassment, her beautiful eyes widened, and she spat out a light "I'll spit!" before fleeing back to the bedroom.
Meanwhile, as I entered the bathroom, my mouth was dry, and my heart was pounding wildly. Normally
, I've never felt this flustered as when my wife dressed like this. But today, Liu Neng's unexpected presence as a visitor
has given me a strange, almost primal feeling, like first love. It's incredibly odd.
On the clothes rack opposite the shower are my wife's light-colored cotton underwear, and I can't help but recall Liu
Neng's eager expression earlier. What will he do with these silk underwear when he sees them in the bathroom
? I picked them up with interest; they were half-damp. I brought them close to my nose and sniffed, the strong
scent of my wife's genitals filling the air. My penis became uncontrollably erect.
When I finished showering, Liu Neng was already asleep on the living room sofa with the lights off. I couldn't hear his nasal breathing anymore. I tiptoed
into the bedroom and climbed into the long-unused bed.
My wife was lying on her side with her back to me, which accentuated her hourglass-like curves. Her shoulders were delicately sculpted, her hair
cascaded down her back, her legs were together, her knees slightly bent, and one of her dainty feet was gracefully placed on one side. Only a
thin blanket was draped lightly over her waist.
The fragrant scent in the dim light, the shadow of her beautiful legs, stirred me, bewitched me, and I could no longer
restrain myself, pressing myself against Mengjie.
"It's so late, stop it! Liu Neng is still home!" My wife woke up, and she squirmed
, trying to push me away, but she couldn't. She whispered, we both knew Liu Neng was
asleep on the sofa outside the bedroom, only seven or eight meters away, separated only by a not-so-soundproof door.
I ignored her, brushed aside my wife's hair, and gently kissed the back of her neck, my tongue swirling wetly on her skin
. The scent of her neck was wonderful, the fragrance of shampoo, a uniquely feminine body odor.
I pulled out my already erect, burning hot penis, and pressed it against her plump buttocks along the edge of her black stockings
. The moment my penis touched her skin, I felt my wife's body tremble slightly,
and even her breathing became erratic.
"It's okay, let's be gentle," I whispered in her ear.
In the darkness, I felt a strange urge. The more I savored Mengjie's body, the more
superior I felt. My mind was filled with Liu Neng's lustful gaze towards her, and those filthy, furtive
little actions that I had caught. He went to so much trouble to
even touch her hand—humph, I'm going to fuck his dream girl right now!
Like a strange first love, the stronger this strange sense of superiority became, the more I wanted my wife's lewd
voices to be louder, ideally loud enough for Liu Neng to hear clearly.
Driven by this thought, I didn't keep my promise. My left hand slipped under the hem of her t-shirt and
grabbed Mengjie's breasts from behind. I knew that the soft skin that bouncy against my palm was my wife's most sensitive erogenous
zone. Then, I put my thumb and forefinger together and rubbed her delicate nipples until they were hard as
pebbles. Trembling with excitement, Mengjie curled up even tighter in my arms, her rapid breathing accompanied by
uncontrollable moans. Realizing that Liu Neng might hear, she quickly covered her mouth tightly with her hand.
"By the way, Mengmeng, did you notice?" I whispered, teasing her with my erect penis,
gently rubbing it against the base of her thigh. "Every time Liu Neng looks at you, his eyes are lecherous, like he wants to
devour you."
"What?" My wife pretended not to understand.
"I mean, Liu Neng wants to fuck you." I said, lightly tapping Mengjie's
left breast near her heart with my index finger, then tracing alluring circles around her pale pink areola.
"You're talking nonsense."
"I'm serious, wife, you're so sexy and seductive, any man would definitely want to fuck you."
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Mengjie protested softly, but I took the opportunity to pull up her t-shirt from behind, revealing her snow-white nape.
I kissed down her sexy neckline, licking and sucking all the way to her fragrant shoulder, making her
tremble with pleasure as she finished speaking.
"Really, he definitely wants to have sex with you!"
"Don't talk nonsense... um... he... is in the living room."
"Maybe he's thinking about you right now while masturbating."
Mengjie didn't say anything more in protest, but leaned in to kiss me. She turned to the side, her hands caressing
my penis, gently holding it with her cool, soft fingers, stroking it up and down.
"Does it feel good?" she asked playfully in a low voice, then licked my nipple again. With each suck, an intense
tingling sensation seemed to surge directly into my scalp, raising goosebumps all over my body. I couldn't help but grab the sheets and moan softly
.
I straightened my penis and asked her to give me oral sex.
"Mengmeng, I can tell Liu Neng likes you, but do you want to have sex with him?" Feeling my penis tip being
gently licked and sucked by my wife, I was so excited that I blurted out these words.
Mengjie sucked even harder between my legs, spitting out my penis and then swallowing it back in, occasionally her teeth lightly touching
the walls of my penis, her tongue circling and sucking my glans.
Seeing that she remained silent for a long time without answering, until even I began to protest and feel uneasy,
I couldn't help but ask louder: "Do you want to have sex with Liu Neng?"
"No."
Hearing this, I felt a sense of satisfaction. When my wife and I are intimate, we always
tend to have some taboo topics, but we always fantasize about scenarios that have absolutely no connection to reality, like having sex with a deliveryman
. I don't know why I kept dwelling on Liu Neng tonight, even repeatedly pressing my wife for details
about him having sex with her.
Maybe it's just because Liu Neng is sleeping under the same roof, and the atmosphere is a bit stimulating?
I straightened Mengjie up and kissed her cheek again, rubbing against her ear and nose. My wife's lips came closer; she always
kisses me deliberately after giving me oral sex, and the salty taste of my own mouth spread through her.
At this moment, my penis naturally reached its peak. I reached between her round, sexy legs and pulled down
her black stockings, which were already wet. As my fingers teased her, her vulva was coated with slippery
nectar; she was finally fully ready. I held my glans steady and gently rubbed it against her two slippery labia a few times. With
a soft moan from Mengjie, I thrust in, penetrating deep inside her.
My glans was enveloped by her tight vaginal muscles, the wet, warm sensation even more
pleasurable than her sucking. I noticed that Mengjie was more excited than usual—as soon as I penetrated her, she leaned on my shoulder and
moaned rapidly, her sharp fingers digging into my back with a squeaking sound, her long, beautiful legs wrapping
around my waist. She was usually reserved; this was unusual for her.
"Husband, are you really willing to let Liu Neng do it with me?" For some reason, Mengjie
asked softly in my ear, her breath sweet and fragrant.
"No." I felt disgusted and refused decisively. Even though I was the one who initiated the conversation,
my heart clenched with a strange unease. A surge of inexplicable jealousy rose within me, and my thrusts became even more vigorous
. My penis wasn't long, only nine or ten centimeters when erect, and I couldn't
reach Mengjie's deep, beautiful flower garden. Only by penetrating deeply each time, slamming hard against her pubic bone, could I
slightly satisfy my inner unease and possessiveness.
This near-pulling out and then forcefully thrusting back in made it easier to pump out the joyful fluids from my wife's flower.
A white, foamy cream gradually appeared around the dark red penis. We thrust harder and harder until the bed
creaked rhythmically.
"Husband!...Ugh...Ugh...Liu Neng...you, you be gentle!" Mengjie murmured intermittently, presumably
Liu Neng was outside, telling me to be gentle. But these soft moans evoked other
thoughts in me, and my heart ached even more.
The next morning, I got up and opened the bedroom door. Liu Neng was still asleep in the living room.
Then, I went into the bathroom to wash up. Like a clumsy hunter checking a trap, I looked at
my wife's underwear on the clothes rack from yesterday, and was relieved—it was still rolled up in a ball, as if no one had touched it. After washing up , I
returned to the living room. Liu Neng was sitting on the sofa yawning, wearing a white vest, his hair curly and messy.
"You're up?" I smiled awkwardly at him, thinking about last night.
"Uh, yes. I'm awake."
"Liu Neng, what do you want for breakfast? Shall we go out to eat?" My wife's voice came from the slightly open bedroom
.
"No, I don't want to eat. I really have to go back now." Liu Neng's bare arms were exposed. I hadn't
expected him, who didn't look handsome in a suit, to be so muscular. I secretly wondered about myself.
Perhaps feeling it wasn't good to keep the guest waiting, my wife dressed much faster than usual today. In no time,
she came out of the bedroom, her face showing signs of sloppiness. At this time, Liu Neng and I were both dressed, and Meng Jie
was just in time to see him off.
"Liu Neng, come visit often when you have time." In the living room, Meng Jie looked at Liu Neng with her bright eyes, her cheeks showing
a blush and embarrassment. Then she glared at me fiercely.
(IV)
Since the last family dinner with Liu Neng, many days have passed, and it's National Day in the blink of an eye. During this
time, my suspicion of Liu Neng has gradually subsided. Mainly because he frequently visited, and even used his position
to introduce me to several small business deals, our relationship became closer. So much so that one time
when he came to our house for dinner, I was busy at the factory and felt comfortable letting Mengjie entertain him alone.
That day, I brought home a pile of dirty laundry to wash as usual, while my wife cooked me a late-night snack in the kitchen.
"How are you going to spend National Day?" she asked, wiping her hands and sitting across from me at the table.
"What about your workplace?" I asked, my head buried in my food. She didn't even need to ask; she knew the factory would
only give us one day off.
"Five days off, the weekends before and after were all combined. Honey,"
Mengjie said in a slightly coquettish tone, her eyes sparkling as she spoke, but behind her delicate eyebrows seemed to hide a hint
of impending disappointment. "How about you come with me to the beach for seafood this time you're off?"
"Mengmeng, I probably won't have time this National Day holiday. I have to meet with a supplier on the 1st no matter what."
Every time this happens, I feel like it's all my fault; my expression is probably very stiff right now,
and I really don't know how to make it up to her .
Sure enough, her expression immediately darkened, her brows furrowed slightly, and her large, slightly angry eyes stared at me, as if she was about to
explode at any moment. But perhaps sensing my fatigue and helplessness, she looked away. Seemingly feeling that even sitting
across from me would annoy her, she immediately stood up, went to the sofa, curled up, and watched the flickering TV, leaving
me alone at the silent dining table.
I swallowed the rest of my food like chewing wax, feeling miserable. I even started to dread holidays—
every holiday is likely to be accompanied by some unpleasant conflict, and she often doesn't speak to me for more than half a month.
Just as my mouth was dry and I was about to say something to my wife, her phone suddenly rang.
"You need to talk to Lin Da?"
My wife was clearly unhappy, her expression impatient. She listened to a few words on the phone and then tossed the phone to me.
"Liu Neng."
"Hello, it's me, Lin Da. What's up, Brother Liu?" I took the phone. Huh, what would Liu Neng want with me?
"Lin Da, hey, why didn't you leave me your number? I don't even have your phone number. If I need to contact you,
I have to call Meng Jie." Liu Neng sounded very cheerful on the other end of the line. He had gradually stopped calling my wife "Xiao Luo
.
" "Um, my number is... um, I'll send it to you in a bit." I continued, "What's up?"
"Well, our bank is organizing a trip to Longquan Hot Spring Resort for National Day. The reservations are all booked, all-inclusive
, four days and three nights. I have an extra family member spot, so I wanted to ask Meng Jie if she wanted to go." "
You should have just asked her directly." But in my heart, I was thinking, why is Liu Neng eyeing my wife again?
"Isn't that inappropriate? She's your wife! Linda, I actually have two spots available, but
I have something to do during the National Day holiday, so my spot is now free. Why don't you two go together?" It turned out
Liu Neng wasn't just inviting Mengjie, but me too.
"But I also have things to do during the National Day holiday, and it wouldn't be appropriate, since it's an activity organized by your company, and
we don't know anyone there," I replied, sounding somewhat reluctant.
"Oh, what's inappropriate about it? Let me tell you, no leader has time for this kind of thing. It's mostly older women and relatives from the company who go,
and friends and family. You don't know anyone when you get there, but
you'll become familiar with everyone once you're there." Liu Neng spoke rapidly on the other end of the phone, like a machine gun, enthusiastically promoting the idea.
"What about you?" I asked.
"I already said I'm busy, and even if I were, it's really inappropriate for a man to go to a hot spring with all the aunties and uncles from the company
, I'm a manager, after all," Liu Neng chuckled.
"Alright, I'll ask Mengjie."
"Okay, and also tell her there's a seafood feast, paid for with public funds, the quality is guaranteed, it would be best if you
could go with her. Okay, I won't say any more, remember to send me your phone number. I have to hang up now."
Liu Neng hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.
"Seafood feast..." I murmured. His enthusiastic recommendation, and thinking about how Mengjie had just mentioned
wanting to eat seafood, made me tempted.
Letting her go on a lavish trip with the group wouldn't be so bad, and hopefully her complaints about me
would disappear.
Thinking this, I squatted down beside the sofa and began to patiently persuade my wife. At first, she used the same
reasons I had given her to refuse, but after my repeated and patient persuasion, she finally nodded in agreement. Hot springs and seafood were, after all,
extremely tempting for her. Seeing that Mengjie had made up her mind, I called Liu Neng again and told him that only his wife would
be going.
Should she bring a swimsuit? Would it be too hot to soak in the hot springs in this weather? I wonder if the seafood there is good?
These kinds of questions were what my wife kept repeating to me that night. It seemed that because National
Day was just around the corner, she had started packing her luggage, appearing very excited and eager.

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