The wife is stupid, the husband is foolish, and the family is close.

I remember that evening, the dinner table was exceptionally lavish, with top-grade Japanese abalone, creamy lobster, premium shark fin, braised bear paw, and other delicacies displayed one after another before our eyes. In that brief moment, the three of us sat quietly at the dining table in the living room.

I was incredibly nervous; my heart was pounding, and even breathing became difficult. When I secretly glanced at my wife sitting next to me, I immediately noticed her face was flushed, her delicate features gradually turning red. Then I continued to gaze intently at her beautiful attire.

She was wearing a very alluring light blue silk low-cut long-sleeved top, her unfathomable cleavage seemingly about to burst forth, and beneath that, a pair of incredibly short white shorts. I kept glancing at her from her side, my eyes darting excitedly, admiring her curvaceous, shapely figure—a captivating yet shyly charming beauty sitting silently beside me.

I'm sure she was feeling incredibly nervous and anxious. After all, this was the first time she was going to have dinner with her husband and her ex-lover—a scene she probably never imagined. Her husband was sitting intimately beside her, and right in front of her sat another man, her ex-lover, Xu Qiang! How was she going to escape this incredibly contradictory situation?

"Xu Qiang, don't be shy. Let's start eating," I said with a forced smile, glancing at Xu Qiang who seemed like an outsider.

"Chairman Chen, then I'll gladly accept your offer. I won't stand on ceremony." Xu Qiang glanced at my wife for a moment, then nervously said to me.

"Brother Xu, you don't need to look so stiff. Just treat this place like your home." I was indeed feeling nervous too, but I kept chuckling as I spoke.

Xu Qiang said shyly, "Hehe... not stiff... not stiff." I turned to look at my wife beside me and gently hugged her, saying, "Wife, why aren't you saying anything? Why are you both looking at me so strangely?" "It's nothing... I just don't know what to say." My wife's voice trembled slightly as she spoke softly to me.

"Haha... just start eating. Especially you, Xu Qiang, every dish here was made for you." I said to Xu Qiang.

"Honey, will your personal driver, Liu Tian, come to work tomorrow?" My wife knew that Liu Tian would drive to the villa gate at six o'clock every morning to wait for her husband to go to work, but she asked me again with a guilty conscience.

"Liu Tian? That little bastard fired me the day before yesterday!" I exclaimed.

"Fired?!" My wife stared at me in surprise.

Thinking back to Liu Tian, I immediately cursed at my wife, "Yeah! Damn it!

He dared to talk back to me like that! But that's better, I was already very dissatisfied with his work attitude anyway." "No wonder he..." she blurted out excitedly, then paused.

At that moment, my wife's mind began to painfully recall the events of the previous night.

She kept thinking that everything stemmed from her husband, from his womanizing of Liu Tian's girlfriend of many years to firing him without cause. And now, the karmic debts her husband had brought upon her were now falling on her. The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she felt, and tears streamed down her face.

I was suddenly puzzled and immediately asked her, "What did you just say? What can he do?" "Ah! Nothing. I just meant who will be your new private driver and bodyguard," my wife replied quickly. "

I'm still looking, but I'll be more careful when hiring now. I don't want to encounter those low-class drivers again," I sighed.

In this tense yet quiet moment, I watched the two of them, each lost in their own thoughts, enjoying the delicious food before them.

"Ah... finally finished all the food, I'm so full," I sighed, then quickly took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, preparing to enjoy my dessert.

"Honey, you always like to smoke right after eating. Do you know it's not good for your health?" My wife glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and then playfully slapped my arm.

"I've been smoking for so many years, what do you mean by good or bad?" I said with a grin.

At this moment, Xu Qiang sat down alone in front of my wife and me, watching us flirt affectionately. I felt a pang of jealousy and said, "Chairman Chen, what Yang Yi said is true. Smoking after meals can indeed cause many health problems later in life. Just listen to her." "Haha... Brother Xu, do you smoke?" I asked.

"I used to, but I haven't smoked for a long time since I started weightlifting," Xu Qiang said, showing me the hard muscles he'd built up over the years. He added with a proud tone, "Your muscles are really well-developed. Where did you get them?" I asked curiously, smoking a cigarette.

"Chairman Chen, you wouldn't believe it, I used to be an all-around athletic star in school, occasionally teaching my classmates some complex exercises. That's when Yang Yi met me," Xu Qiang said with relish.

After hearing Xu Qiang's praise, my wife blushed and looked at him shyly, then said indignantly, "Xu Qiang, don't talk nonsense! Back then, it was you who shamelessly came up to me and said you wanted to get to know me." "No, it was you who saw me, this athletic guy, at school and couldn't help but get excited and came up to me, striking poses and flirting. Then, in your third year of high school, you gave me your virginity." Xu Qiang said to her with a smile, as if he wanted to tell me this on purpose, and then he secretly glanced at me.

My wife suddenly realized she had inadvertently revealed her past with Xu Qiang. She was extremely surprised and turned to me, her voice trembling, "Oh my god! I...what did I say...husband...no...we're not like that." I sat silently beside them, listening to their conversation, and suddenly felt my whole body tremble. Then, I felt a powerful force surge from my eardrums to my veins and down to my manhood, instantly stimulating me to a sharp erection.

"It's...nothing serious. I really don't care," I said, swallowing hard.

"Husband? Please don't be angry. Please, please don't believe what he just said," my wife said, her voice trembling as she looked at me with a tearful expression.

"Chairman Chen, everything I said is absolutely true," Xu Qiang's tone became somewhat aggressive, but he smiled slightly as he spoke.

"Enough! Don't say anymore, okay?" my wife turned and shouted at him excitedly.

"Honey, you don't need to get so worked up. I'm not the kind of man who gets jealous easily. Besides, this is all in the past, I won't blame you." I tried my best to control my fiery emotions, looking at her with a somber expression.

"By the way, why don't you take Xu to our movie theater on the ground floor to watch some movies? I suddenly remembered I need to buy something at the nearby convenience store, I'll be right back." My jealousy and excitement were all mixed together, I felt a deep, indescribable mix of emotions, but I still smiled and looked at them both, my voice trembling.

After I finished speaking excitedly, I got up and left the living room dejectedly.

Yang Yi stared at Xu Qiang excitedly, a sense of foreboding washing over her. "Why are you saying this?! Do you want my husband to beat you up?" she cried. "Can't you see my good intentions?" Xu Qiang said gently.

"What good intentions? My husband ran away because of you!" she snapped, her eyes filled with anger.

"Yang Yi, didn't you say this afternoon you'd obey me no matter what? I'm here to help you and your husband. Judging from what happened just now, I believe my guess was correct. So, the next step is the turning point," Xu Qiang explained logically.

"You mean my husband is a psychiatrist? Oh my god… how could he become like this?" Yang Yi was shocked, her eyes glistening with tears.

Xu Qiang nodded in agreement, then said something that only deepened Yang Yi's anxiety.

"If your husband comes back later and asks me to stay here for the night, then he has some kind of mental illness," Xu Qiang kept saying to her.

"Then, as you said, we'll put on a show to scare my husband?" Yang Yi said, blushing and glancing at him with her head down.

At this moment, Xu Qiang sat hypocritically in front of her, and then he gradually put on a treacherous smile, constantly eyeing the object in his pocket.

On a busy street in Kuala Lumpur, I was driving one of my family's priceless sports cars with a nervous and excited heart, my heart pounding. The music in my car was playing Wu Zongxian's hit song "Is it on nights like this that you think of me like this?"

The more I listened, the more extremely sad I felt. Suddenly, heartbroken, I pulled the car over to the side of the busy street, and a loud "bang!" rang in my ears.

"Hey! Are you blind?! You think you can be so domineering just because you have money? You think this is your dad's street? You parked your car here without even looking! Look, you've knocked over my stall!" A voice that sounded like an old man's scolding immediately reached my ears.

For a moment, my mind went blank as I looked up at the fortune-telling stall I had bumped into. Then I glanced at the old man who was squatting on the ground hurriedly picking up his fortune-telling tools. I suddenly felt uneasy and got out of the car to check on him.

"I'm so sorry, sir... did I hit you?" I asked anxiously as I approached the old man, who looked to be in his sixties.

"I'm really unlucky! It wouldn't matter if no one came all day, but my stall just opened and you, this plague, bumped into it. You're really a menace!" The fortune-telling old man sighed and scolded me.

"I'm so sorry. Here's some money, consider it a small token of my appreciation and hopefully enough for your expenses for a month." I quickly took out a large wad of banknotes from my wallet and handed it to the old man, speaking to him with good intentions.

"Oh my god... I can't accept such expensive compensation, it'll bring me bad luck." He grinned foolishly as he looked at the large wad of banknotes I was offering, shaking his head repeatedly in refusal.

"It was clearly my fault for accidentally getting you like this, please don't be so polite, sir." I said kindly, reluctantly, as I put the wads of banknotes into his pocket.

"Well... I won't be polite then, sir." He said with a polite smile.

"I can't just take advantage of you without getting anything in return, how about this, since we've become friends through this misunderstanding, I'll give you a fortune telling, and I'll even make an exception and give you a discount." He walked back to his stall and sat down, continuing his explanation.

I glanced at the simple, shabby stall before me, and a sense of disbelief washed over me. Embarrassed, I said, "You want me to tell your fortune? I don't think it's necessary." "Young man," he said politely, gesturing for me to sit down. "Perhaps you're hesitant because of my shabby appearance and humble stall? I'm not trying to boast about my accuracy, but I can guarantee with my own head that my fortune-telling pen has been at least 80% accurate over the years! Please sit down."

"Alright then," I said somewhat reluctantly, sitting down on a chair in front of his stall.

"What's your full name? How old are you? Do you have a family?" he asked in a practiced tone.

"My surname is Chen, my full name is Chen Jiarong, I'm thirty-nine years old, and I'm unmarried," I lied, trying to test whether this old man was a human, a ghost, or a divine being.

At that moment, I silently watched the old man scribbling some words I couldn't understand on a piece of paper with a pencil.

After a short while, he slightly raised his head and looked at my tired face with a serious expression. His expression suddenly became strange, and I sensed that he seemed to have something he was hesitant to say.

"Uncle, is there something you want to tell me? Please speak up," I asked nervously.

"Young man, then I might as well tell you directly. I just did a fortune telling for you. I calculated that this year you have more unlucky stars than lucky ones, and I can also see a dark patch on your forehead. I see that you will definitely encounter a major calamity this year," he said, his brows furrowed.

"Furthermore, I suspect you've been preoccupied lately, feeling uneasy, and everything around you seems to be going wrong. I think there must be a problem in your family. Young man, am I wrong?" he continued.

"My God! Uncle, you're incredibly perceptive! How could you know I had a guest?" I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Don't be so hasty, I haven't finished yet. I can also see that there are some problems in your relationship with your wife. Young man, I've already told you I have a divine pen, do you think you can fool me with just a few words?" he said politely.

At that moment, I was completely taken aback by his seemingly divine prediction and felt a little flustered.

I panicked, thinking that if I boldly nodded to the old man in front of me, indicating that everything he said was true, my noble and prestigious status and reputation would be in jeopardy.

In this tense moment, I calmly thought for a while, then, with a helpless expression, I lowered my head and silently nodded to him.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you earlier. You're right, I do have a family." I replied, blushing.

"You said I'd face a major calamity this year. Uncle, do you have any clever strategies you could offer to help me escape this ordeal?" I swallowed hard, my voice trembling.

"If you want to escape this calamity, you must find a lucky star whose destiny is similar to yours," he said earnestly.

"My lucky star? How would I know who my lucky star is?" I asked, bewildered.

"The guest currently in your home is your lucky star. He will surely be a benefactor to you, relieving you of all the troubles that trouble you," he explained confidently.

"What? Xu Qiang is my lucky star?" I exclaimed, glaring at him.

He looked down at the paper on the table, pondered for a moment, then smiled and nodded, saying, "I've indeed predicted that." "Then how can I use this lucky star to avert this calamity?" I asked nervously.

"Well, I don't think the time is right yet. As the saying goes, heavenly secrets cannot be leaked, but I can guarantee that you will understand when the time comes." He winked at me earnestly while speaking slyly.

"Uncle, please enlighten me! I beg you!" I pleaded.

"Alright then, seeing as we are destined to meet, I'll do my best to divine your fate," he said.

At this moment, I gazed at him intently, lost in thought, my pencil scribbling incoherently on the paper.

"Now take this talisman back and place it under your lucky star's pillow. After he sleeps through the night, you will overcome this calamity," he said.

"What? Just this one talisman?" I couldn't believe that this single talisman could summon heaven and earth to save me from this year's great calamity. I stared at him in astonishment.

"Yes. Otherwise, you will surely die," he warned.

"Alright, then I'll thank you in advance for your kind help. I'll never forget your great kindness," I said nervously.

"Hehe... I should be thanking you. Consider this talisman five thousand yuan," he said with a grin.

I hesitated excitedly for a moment.

"Young man, do you know that a mere five thousand yuan can save your life? It's worth it no matter how you look at it," he said, noticing the slight hesitation on my face, and then tried to persuade me with a troubled expression.

"Okay, okay. Five thousand yuan it is," I said, dazedly pulling out a large wad of bills from my wallet and handing it to him with a sigh.

"Thank you for your patronage!" he said with a smile and a nod of thanks.

**************** In an instant, when the old man saw the man dressed in a wealthy manner take the talisman with a look of surprise and drive away in his car, a shameless smile gradually appeared on his face.

At that moment, he couldn't help but be astonished, for he never imagined that such a fool could exist in the world. His so-called fortune-telling was utter nonsense—the talk of auspicious stars in the family, problems arising in the home, and so on—all just the ramblings of fortune-telling charlatans. The only reason he knew the man was married was because he'd glanced at his hand and noticed a wedding ring on the customer's ring finger, a fact the

customer himself hadn't even recognized. He thought to himself, "What's a few more wealthy and easily fooled customers? After all, it's easy money without any effort. Who wouldn't crave more?"

On this short journey home, I felt as if time in the world had slowed down considerably. My mind was filled with swirling worries and extreme confusion. Driving my car home in a daze, I kept screaming in my head, "Wife, wait for me to come back and protect you!" Little did I know that in another scene at home, in the movie theater on the lower floor of the villa, a terrifying nightmare was about to unfold.

On this quiet, romantic, and alluring moonlit night, my wife, Yang Yi, and her former lover sat close together on the same sofa, their eyes fixed on the screen playing a classic romance video.

The story on the video was anything but ordinary; it was a classic romantic film they both loved watching during their high school romance—*Titanic*. In this poignant moment, Yang Yi's eyes remained fixed on the screen, her excited mind subtly recalling those fleeting, beautiful memories.

In that instant, she vividly remembered her former lover, Xu Qiang, sitting beside her. He used to tease her, telling her it was their love story, and he would often joke with her, constantly flirting that they were a modern-day Jack and Rose. No matter how arduous or tragic the road ahead, even facing the pain of separation or death, they would never easily abandon their promise to each other, and would hold hands until the very end, weaving a beautiful and moving love story.

But who could have known that fate always seemed to enjoy playing tricks on mortals' emotions? Or perhaps this was what people call destiny's cruel joke. Their happy times were abruptly interrupted by the appearance of a wealthy and famous middle-aged man, a cruel twist of fate that severed their blessed union.

As she pondered this moment, a clearer side of her mind subtly called out to her. Although she and her husband could be considered a handsome man and a beautiful woman from a much older age gap, and after all, she had willingly given up the unremarkable Xu Qiang to throw herself into the arms of this middle-aged man, Chen Rong, one of the city's top billionaires, in a whirlwind marriage,

she should actually be grateful to God. In fact, all things considered, it had benefited her greatly.

If she hadn't married this incredibly wealthy husband, there wouldn't be the famous Yang Yi she is today. The only drawback was that her husband was arrogant and self-centered, often neglecting to care for her and provide the love and affection she needed.

These things cannot be satisfied with money and material possessions; they require a long and genuine love, and the kind of unforgettable moments depicted in the film *Titanic*, to evoke a warm feeling. In the millennia-long history of Chinese culture and language, if this feeling could be described in words, it would be like a gentle breeze flowing through icy seawater, a struggle amidst calamity—heart-wrenching, yet always relatable, conveying a powerful warmth.

Just like in the movie, if an enduring love is predicated on life and death, then let fate, as ordained by heaven, guide her and her husband's extraordinary love.

In that instant! Suddenly, a man's hand gently touched her shoulder. Yang Yi was jolted out of her dreamy reverie, turning around excitedly to look at him. "Ah! Xu Qiang, what are you trying to do?" "Yang Yi, do you remember this scene?" Xu Qiang asked, pointing to the screen as he looked at her blankly.

Yang Yi turned her blushing face, her trembling eyes fixed on the scene on the screen. Suddenly, she felt a pang of helplessness, realizing that this was one of the most touching scenes between them years ago—the scene where Jack hugged Rose from behind, standing lovingly at the tip of the oil tanker, shouting "I am the loving world!"

Yang Yi's clear mind finally returned, and a beautiful blush spread across her fair face. She then turned to him shyly and said, "Xu Qiang, I never thought we were so innocent back then!

We're not like we were when we were young anymore, so why dwell on the past?" "But it feels like it just happened to me! And this feeling has never left!" Xu Qiang said to her with great relish.

Yang Yi gazed at him pitifully, sighing, "Xu Qiang, why are you still so fixated on this? Everything seems so in the past!" Xu Qiang gently cupped Yang Yi's cheek with his hand, feigning the demeanor of a deeply affectionate gentleman, and said, "Then can you answer a question for me? Over these years, have you ever longed for me? Have you ever recalled the long, happy times we spent together? Answer me!" At this moment, Yang Yi was subtly moved by his tenderness. Her tightly closed heart was almost breaking down, and she was gradually teetering on the brink of collapse. As she pondered this, Xu Qiang's eyes secretly glanced down at her for a moment, and her proud cleavage was suddenly revealed before him! It was truly irresistible!

In that silent moment, they remained silent for a long time. He, while meticulously observing the shocking scene before him, nervously swallowed, and after a slight moment of reverie, continued his barrage of questions.

"Yang Yi, you can't answer me, right? Or are you simply too afraid to face this question?" he said.

Yang Yi sighed in despair, then pushed his hand away with a groan, saying coldly and disheartenedly, "Didn't we agree? This was all just a show for my husband, and you even assured me you wouldn't fall for me!" Xu Qiang was suddenly provoked by her resistance and impulsively slapped her, shouting, "Yes! I'm not as good as your husband in any way! I'm not as rich or powerful as him! Are you satisfied now?" "You...you actually hit me?!" she exclaimed in surprise, touching her flushed cheek, looking at him with heartbreaking despair.

"So what if I hit you! I'm going to wake you up! How long are you going to drag this out? How long are you going to keep deceiving yourself? Tell me, you greedy woman!" Xu Qiang said to her wildly, his eyes blazing with anger.

Yang Yi felt utterly devastated by his barbed words, as if her soul had been pierced through a wound.

Finally, she broke down, collapsing onto the sofa and sobbing uncontrollably, tears welling in her eyes, like pearls.

In that instant, she thought about how long she had lived since her deceased mother had carried her for ten months and brought her into the world. But today, she finally understood and deeply felt the profound truth of life: love turning to hate, and hate turning to sorrow.

She simply couldn't understand why men all over the world kept trying to take advantage of her. She frantically recalled how, just a few days ago, Lao Huang and Liu Tian, those thugs, had brutally violated her, taking away her virginity as a wife after so many years. Then she thought of her beloved husband who never cherished her, and her former lover who had always been devoted to her but didn't understand the tangled mess of emotions troubling her. The more she thought about it, the more painful it became, as if the world was about to end.

"What do you mean?! Are you saying I'm a vain, wicked woman? Yes! I'll confess everything to you now! I am the most despicable, greedy, and lewd woman in the world!

I've always resisted you because I still have feelings for you! Waaah...waaah...waaah...I've said it all, are you satisfied now?!" Yang Yi cried out, collapsing onto the sofa in utter anguish.

"Are you serious? You're not playing me, are you? You still have feelings for me?" Xu Qiang was surprised for a moment after hearing her cry like that.

"Waaah...waaah...so what if I do? Waaah...waaah...but it's none of my business now." Yang Yi continued to sob uncontrollably on the sofa.

"Oh God! I hit the wrong person...I really didn't mean to hit you. Yang Yi, please forgive me, okay?" Xu Qiang, filled with remorse, gently grasped her shoulders and helped her up from her prone position.

"Waaah...waaah...ah...waaah...let go...please don't touch me anymore." Yang Yi shook off his touch with red eyes, screaming as if she had lost her mind.

"Yang Yi, listen to me! I want you to listen to me!" Xu Qiang grabbed her hands tightly and pulled her into his arms.

"Waaah...waaah...what else do you want to say? Hit me! Since you like hitting me so much, keep hitting me!" She desperately resisted his hands, screaming at him with tears streaming down her face.

In this intense moment, as the saying goes, a gentle kiss can kiss away all the troubles and sorrows of the world. In his haste, Xu Qiang pressed a deep, passionate kiss onto her full, moist lips, catching her completely off guard.

In that instant! Yang Yi was deeply startled by his sudden kiss, her whole body trembling as if she had been electrocuted.

"Waaah...no!" She struggled to push him away, her hands frantically hitting his body.

Actually, Xu Qiang was quite skilled in this area. Because they had been in a relationship for many years, he knew exactly where the weakness of the delicate woman in front of him lay. A simple, forceful kiss was enough to easily win her heart.

"Stop... ooh... ooh..."

Yang Yi's excited hands slowly stopped, and then her subconscious gradually relaxed, until she pressed her whole body against his, letting Xu Qiang's movements continue as they continued their wet kiss.

During this elegant wet kiss, the entire movie theater was filled with their panting and kissing sounds, "ooh ooh ooh, ah ah ah ah" becoming the most beautiful melody of the moment.

After a while, while enjoying his hand-licking pleasure, Xu Qiang took the opportunity to slowly push her down onto the sofa in the movie theater.

At this moment, she lay on the sofa, her eyes closed, her face flushed, and her full breasts began to heave violently. At this crucial moment, she suddenly cried out "Ah!" because Xu Qiang, in his eagerness, slipped his hand inside her shorts, lovingly touching her hot, moist breasts!

Yang Yi instantly snapped to attention and sprang to her feet. She looked up at Xu Qiang for a moment, then, her face flushed and flustered, gasped, "Ah! Um…you can't! My husband's coming back soon, and my maid, Sister Jun, might open the door and see us together." "Yi-mei," Xu Qiang said gently, his voice soft as he whispered kisses in her ear, his hands caressing her beautifully curvaceous body.

In truth, Xu Qiang's words were merely one-sided. By sheer coincidence, a man had suddenly appeared outside the building's main entrance, trembling violently, ready to kick it open and rush in to play the hero.

"I'm finally going to be cuckolded!" A thunderous, earth-shattering voice suddenly rang out from a dark corner of my heart.

I stood frozen in shock outside the movie theater, my legs suddenly going weak, and I broke out in a cold sweat as if I were about to suffer a terminal illness.

In that deathly moment, I stood there, stunned. The shocking words I had unwittingly overheard still lingered in my ears, and the feeling, like a vortex as vast as the universe, instantly trapped me in this emotional vortex, unable to escape, like a centuries-old curse that I couldn't break.

Dear readers, I'm sure you have a million questions in your minds, and I'm sure you'll keep asking why things have progressed so rapidly. To connect these events, I must recount every detail that happened just over ten minutes ago. Let's

rewind to 10 PM. When I got home and was about to open the door, I suddenly realized that Yang Yi and Xu Qiang were no longer in the living room. At that moment, I started to feel puzzled. Just as I was about to call out my wife's name, my maid, Sister Jun, suddenly appeared before me!

"Master, I have something to report to you," Sister Jun said cautiously, glancing furtively towards the ground floor.

"What happened? Why do you look so flustered?" I asked impatiently.

"Your guest seems to be up to no good, and I overheard him and his wife talking intimately together." She whispered to me, her head bowed, her voice filled with worry.

"Really? I think you're getting old and your eyesight is failing. Don't worry about things like that." I said awkwardly.

"Alright, I was just trying to let you know. If you don't appreciate it, sir, I have nothing more to say." She sighed, her voice like that of an old woman.

"This is none of your business! Go back to your room and don't come out unless necessary." I felt my face darken as if I'd been caught red-handed, and then I adopted a stern, authoritative tone.

In an instant, my maid, Sister Jun, with a hint of suspicion, turned and disappeared from my sight.

Finally, once my maid was out of sight, I immediately turned and headed towards the movie theater downstairs, determined to find out what was going on.

A chilling aura filled me, a sense of impending doom gripping me. I felt a surge of uncontrollable excitement and trembling within me, even in my own home. My heart was pounding with anxiety, my mind racing with worry about what my beautiful wife and her former lover, Xu Qiang, were doing downstairs.

As I cautiously approached the movie theater door, I noticed it was ajar, and I could faintly hear voices coming from inside. Although I couldn't see directly inside, I knew that pushing the door open a little would reveal everything. As I mustered my courage and slowly pushed the door open, my wife's scream suddenly jolted me awake.

"No!! Xu Qiang! Stop it!" my wife cried out to him.

"Hehe... what are you pretending for? Look how wet you are down there." Xu Qiang said to my wife with a lewd grin.

"Waaah... I don't want to! I'm not one of those promiscuous women. Please let me go. Waaah..." I heard my wife crying pitifully to him from outside the door.

"Yi-mei, be a good girl. Let me take off your extra clothes." Xu Qiang suddenly said something that was enough to drive me crazy, kick the door, run in, and kill him.

In that tense moment, because I was so excited, I could only stand there trembling outside the door, feeling like all my internal organs and nerves were frozen in place.

As a domineering and wealthy celebrity, my reputation is more important than my life. From my youth until now, I've always displayed an arrogant and conceited personality, as if I could have whatever I wanted. Yet, at this moment, I'm forced to endure this agonizing pain, as if pieces of my heart are being torn apart. Honestly, I don't know why I'm standing here like this, as if my soul has left my body, my eyes fixed on the half-open door. I'm panting heavily, and strangely, I've lost all strength and courage. For a long time, I don't dare to break down the door and grab this shameless couple.

"Ah... I'm finally going to be cuckolded!" I gasped for breath, my facial muscles trembling uncontrollably, and a chilling sentence echoed in my mind.

"Xu Qiang, stop! I already have a husband! Don't take off my clothes! Help... Waaah..." My wife pleaded desperately.

"Your useless husband really doesn't deserve your love. Deep down, the person you love is me, isn't that right? How about this, if you tell me the truth, I'll let you go, I promise you." Xu Qiang gently caressed her ample breasts while whispering tenderly in her ear.

"You... what do you want me to say?" my wife asked, her voice trembling.

"If you still have a chance, are you willing to trade everything you have for the happy and sad times we spent together? You have to tell me the truth, okay? No lying." Xu Qiang spoke tenderly to my wife, but I could tell that this little rascal was trying to drive her to her doom, to make her betray me, both spiritually and emotionally.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the movie room suddenly became quiet. Finally, my wife's soft, seductive voice stirred up a storm of emotions within me.

"I... I don't know." She seemed to stare blankly at the floor, uttering a soft, sorrowful whisper.

"Yi-mei, just tell me boldly, it's just the two of us here anyway," Xu Qiang kept trying to brainwash her, speaking softly as if he wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted.

"Brother Qiang..." my wife said sweetly, then buried her face in his chest and sighed.

"My good Yi-mei, quickly tell your Brother Qiang the truth." Xu Qiang stopped stroking her body and gently ran his fingers through her long, soft hair, occasionally touching her smooth back.

After a struggle, my wife finally broke the silence, then looked up at Xu Qiang with her eyes, which were swollen from crying.

"Actually, in the eyes of all the prominent figures in the city who know me, I'm truly unparalleled in my power and prestige. I have everything in life, but no one, including my husband, truly understands what I really need. What good is all the wealth in the world if I haven't been happy all these years?" Her eyes were red from crying, and she collapsed into Xu Qiang's arms, pouring out her inner turmoil.

Xu Qiang looked at her with sympathy, wiping away her tears.

"So all these years you've endured so much resentment; you haven't truly been happy. Why don't you explain it to Chairman Chen?" Xu Qiang stroked her cheek, speaking after a long pause.

"I can't bear to part with my husband. I firmly believe that one day he will change. He will truly cherish all the care I've given him over the years." She clung tightly to Xu Qiang, imagining in her mind that the strong man before her was her husband, the man beside her for so many years.

"So what is it that you really need? You haven't finished yet." Xu Qiang pulled her closer, his hands boldly caressing her back. From her alluring soft hair to her smooth back, he gently pinched her pert buttocks.

"What I need... Sometimes I really envy young couples these days, able to cycle along the lakeside together, seemingly free to fly with the birds in the blue and white sky. In their free time, they can go to a secluded green meadow, running hand in hand carefree amidst the lush grass.

I haven't felt that kind of freedom in a long time."

"Like we used to be?" Xu Qiang kissed her hair seductively near her ear, then smiled and said.

Hearing him say this, my wife suddenly blushed and placed her burning face on his shoulder. Xu Qiang could see her unease, so he hugged her tighter and gently caressed her.

"If you had to choose again, would you crave love like mine or the love your husband gives you?" Xu Qiang's hands tightened around her hips.

She immediately lifted her head from Xu Qiang's shoulders, her heart pounding as she looked excitedly at his handsome, masculine face, carefully observing his forehead and then his lips—the kind of lips every woman longs to kiss. Finally, she couldn't resist opening her cherry lips, slowly protruding her fragrant tongue, and taking the initiative to kiss him!

Xu Qiang was taken aback by her sudden kiss, but he immediately took her tongue into his mouth and began to suck on it vigorously.

【over】

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