My brother-in-law and sister-in-law

Chapter 1.

My brother-in-law and sister-in-law started dating in middle school and, after a grueling ten years, finally became husband and wife. Who could believe such a strong marriage was now on the verge of divorce?

The reason for the divorce was simple: my brother-in-law had cheated on his wife.

They began their sweet first love in middle school when they were just over fifteen. Soon after, their relationship was discovered by teachers and classmates, subjecting them to ridicule and scorn from all sides. Teachers publicly criticized them during recess and notified their parents. But my sister-in-law withstood the pressure and persevered. After graduating high school, my brother-in-law joined the army in the north, while my sister-in-law went to university in the south. Although they were separated, their hearts remained together.

In university, my sister-in-law was undoubtedly the campus beauty, with countless suitors, including wealthy and handsome men, but she rejected them all. She didn't look down on my brother-in-law's family's poverty and waited wholeheartedly for him. Originally, my sister-in-law could have pursued further education, taking the postgraduate entrance exam… but my brother-in-law, returning home after three years of military service, feared things might change and insisted that my sister-in-law return home to marry him. For this relationship, my aunt agreed, giving up her studies and returning home after a long and arduous journey.

Back home, she excelled in her exams and landed a job at the Industry and Commerce Bureau, becoming an enviable civil servant. My brother, on the other hand, was assigned a job as a security guard in a small factory. But my aunt didn't look down on his job and resolutely married him. After marriage, she didn't become arrogant because of his lower income; instead, she carefully cared for him, especially in front of his friends, where she was incredibly submissive. Otherwise, I wouldn't say that my brother wronged his wife!

Everyone must be asking, "Is your brother stupid? With such a beautiful and virtuous wife, why is he seeing other women?"

This story begins with their salaries: my aunt earned over 5,000 yuan a month, while my brother only earned a little over 1,000. There's a bad habit in China where a wife's domineering nature in the family is unbearable for many husbands, and my brother was that unbearable husband. He always wanted to make a lot of money, more than his sister-in-law, so that people wouldn't say he was supported by his wife. Therefore, my brother-in-law was always looking for opportunities, trying anything that could make money. But this brother-in-law had fatal flaws: he was stingy and timid. He dared not do business, fearing he would lose face if he lost money. So, he always wanted to attach himself to someone's system, relying on his silver tongue to work for others and earn a stable living.

Finally, an opportunity came: my cousin opened a nightclub in Fanghua District and was short-staffed, so he asked my brother-in-law to be the manager. My brother-in-law, who was looking for work, couldn't let this opportunity pass him by. So, he arranged for a small factory to pay him a salary without having to work, and then brazenly took up the job at the nightclub. This time, my brother-in-law was truly triumphant; besides his factory salary, he could earn over ten thousand yuan a month. My brother-in-law was always a talkative person, exaggerating even the smallest things; how could he not be arrogant with money?

But, as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet." The nightclub was a decadent place, a paradise for the wealthy! The brother-in-law, new to this place, was dazzled and envious of the big bosses. He thought to himself, "I earn over ten thousand a month, but I can't spend it all anyway, so I might as well be a boss." This is why they say men with money go astray—it's all vanity at play.

At first, the brother-in-law tried to seduce women like the bosses, and the nightclub was never short of young girls. Then, he started soliciting prostitutes. At this point, the brother-in-law must have realized how stifled his previous life was, and how carefree it was now, leading to an uncontrollable spiral. But at this stage, his sister-in-law wouldn't know about his prostitution, and she couldn't file for divorce. However, what happened later was due to the brother-in-law's arrogance, which made things worse.

A lobby manager, who interacted with several bosses daily, gradually became familiar with them and would invite the brother-in-law out to dinner. The brother-in-law noticed that these bosses in their forties always had a young woman with them when they went out to eat. The brother-in-law, inexperienced in such matters, initially didn't understand, assuming she was with her daughter. But seeing their intimate actions, he realized it was a mistress, and a long-term one at that—what we call a "close lover" here.

His heart began to stir. He secretly thought that dining with big bosses meant he was now a big boss himself, and he wanted a close lover. When he overheard one boss say, "These days, who brings their own wife along?" and another, "Bringing your wife along is shameful!" this only strengthened his resolve to find a mistress. I think at this point, the brother-in-law's ego inflated; he wanted to get closer to these bosses.

So, he found one in a nightclub and brought her along to every meal. This satisfied his vanity; he believed he was now a true boss. However, being a newly rich man, he made the same mistake as others: showing off. He wanted the whole world to know he was a boss now, and had his own mistress. Especially seeing the envious looks from others reminded him of his own past, making him even more arrogant. With such a high profile, it was impossible for his sister-in-law not to know!

From the beginning, she had opposed her brother-in-law going to nightclubs, fearing he would be influenced by bad habits. But he swore he wasn't that kind of person and that he earned money mainly for the family, which she actually believed. However, after two years, she noticed he was contributing less and less money home and staying out all night more and more frequently, which aroused her suspicion. Finally, she found clues in his text messages.

Heartbroken, she confronted him. But he was incredibly stubborn; without being caught red-handed, he wouldn't admit it. However, all the signs pointed to him having an affair. So, she thought of her mother-in-law and called for help. Coincidentally, on the day of the call, I was drunk and sleeping at my mother-in-law's house, just waking up, still half asleep, when the phone rang. The phone was right next to me, and I pretended to be asleep, overhearing the entire conversation.

Actually, my mother-in-law had known for a long time that my brother-in-law was having an affair.

One day, we were playing mahjong at my mother-in-law's house when my brother-in-law arrived very late. Everyone asked, "Why didn't your wife come?" He proudly replied, "She's waiting outside." But when we went outside, we saw another woman. After he left, everyone was bewildered.

But then my mother-in-law said something that shocked everyone: "Don't let your sister-in-law know about this." At that moment, I thought, this protectiveness is just too much.

Sure enough, after receiving the call from her sister-in-law, my mother-in-law vehemently denied it, saying, "Little Qu Jing, don't listen to the rumors. Chang Jiang isn't that kind of person. I can guarantee that. Do you think I don't know my own son?" After brushing off her sister-in-law, my mother-in-law called my brother-in-law, her tone completely different: "How could you be so careless? Qu Jing found out about your woman and just called me… I know that bosses these days all have mistresses, and I didn't object to you having one, but don't be too ostentatious… Hmm, you must be careful in the future." Damn, I felt ashamed to have such a mother-in-law! But not long after this phone call incident, I heard something else about my sister-in-law, and I admired her immensely.

She investigated secretly and somehow found out where my brother-in-law lived, but she didn't make a fuss. Instead, she secretly made copies of all his keys. Then, she took my mother-in-law to the apartment. You can imagine the awkward scene that unfolded when my brother-in-law and that woman returned to their rented apartment, beaming with pride, only to find their mother and wife sitting there. This time, my mother-in-law was no longer so adamant, and my brother-in-law's stubbornness vanished.

But then, the extremely arrogant brother-in-law uttered a truly classic line: "Qu Jing, you're such a country bumpkin! Go outside and see, which boss doesn't have a mistress? These days, who brings their wife out to socialize? Aren't you ashamed?" My sister-in-law was furious. Even my usually protective mother-in-law felt his words were inappropriate.

What my sister-in-law didn't expect was that on the way home, her mother-in-law's advice was even more classic: "Qu Jing, Chang Jiang is just playing around. He's a proud man; he'll never be truly in love with her. You two have a child; are you really afraid he'll run away? It won't be long before Chang Jiang and that woman are together again." Hearing her mother-in-law's words, my sister-in-law felt utterly hopeless, which led to the divorce proceedings.

After saying all this, I'm sure you all believe that no matter how strong the love is, it will crumble under the influence of vanity, money, and beautiful women!

But is divorce so easy? First, my brother-in-law disagreed! He knew in his heart that a wife as good as my sister-in-law was hard to find. Besides, the house was allocated to him by my sister-in-law through her civil service job; a divorce would mean my brother-in-law would have nothing. So, he wasn't foolish enough to just agree to a divorce. Then, my mother-in-law strongly opposed it, mobilizing all the relatives to persuade my sister-in-law. Thus, the issue of divorce remained deadlocked. This

deadlock continued until the third day of the Lunar New Year, when my appearance finally brought a resolution.

Chapter 2

: On New Year's Eve, my wife, children, and I stayed home with my parents. I didn't see my sister-in-law until the first day of the Lunar New Year. On the second day, my whole family visited my in-laws, and my brother-in-law also visited his in-laws, so he didn't see my sister-in-law either. The third day was the day my mother-in-law had chosen for the whole family to reunite, and that's when I saw my sister-in-law.

I first saw her when I was dating my wife. At that time, her beauty captivated me. She was of medium height, with a fair, square face, large, slightly puffy eyes, a delicate little nose, and red lips that revealed clean, even teeth when she smiled. Her breasts, like two large steamed buns, were remarkably prominent despite being covered by her clothes. They were neither too big nor too small, but rather quite substantial, thick and perky, and looking at her fair skin, one could imagine they were also snow-white.

I remember once when we were playing mahjong, my brother-in-law needed to pee and asked my sister-in-law to take over for a while. After she finished, she first placed her large breasts, which were wrapped in her sweater, on the table, and then moved them back and forth as she picked up and played the tiles, which was quite alluring. Later, she played a wrong tile, and she made a soft, coquettish sound that sent shivers down my spine. At that moment, I thought that I would die if I could touch her breasts.

Another time, my sister-in-law was teaching her child to recognize words from pictures. She lay on the bed, her head raised high, her back forming a perfect arc, that high arch... From the side, she resembled a crescent moon; from the front, she was round, plump, and chubby. I almost pounced on her, wanting to touch her, press my face against hers, kiss her, and rub her chest against her… I was completely captivated by her not-too-big-but-not-too-small figure.

When I heard about my brother-in-law and sister-in-law's past relationship, I despaired. I knew there was no hope of ever winning her heart. But, for some reason, I still enjoyed seeing her. Every time she appeared, I felt a strange excitement, even though I knew there was no hope; I just loved looking at her. Now, my brother-in-law had another woman, and my sister-in-law wanted a divorce. I was the happiest person, because I thought my chance had come.

My sister-in-law arrived, her face haggard, her former radiance gone, and she seemed dazed. As usual, she helped my mother-in-law cook, but remained silent. My mother-in-law tried to appease her, telling her to rest, then scolded my brother-in-law a few more times. My sister-in-law still didn't say a word.

At my mother-in-law's house, there were only two things to do: eat and play mahjong, as if playing mahjong was more important than eating. After finishing our meal, we quickly cleared the table and carried the food to my brother-in-law's room, where we could hear the clatter of mahjong tiles. Each family sent one person: my brother-in-law, my wife, my brother-in-law's brother, and my

brother-in-law's younger brother. In previous years, mahjong was the most lively time. My sister-in-law would nestle behind my brother-in-law, sometimes resting her chin on his shoulder, watching the game and helping to count the money. My sister-in-law would sit behind my brother-in-law to watch; my mother-in-law would sit behind my brother-in-law, since he wasn't married yet. My father-in-law would sit behind my wife to watch. I don't play, and I don't like watching, so I play with the three children in my mother-in-law's bedroom because I tell stories,

and the children like to play with me. This year was different. My sister-in-law didn't sit behind my brother-in-law; instead, she looked exhausted and sat by my mother-in-law's bed, listening to me tell stories with the children. With my sister-in-law beside me, I told stories with extra enthusiasm. But she wasn't really listening; the children were laughing so hard they were bent over, while she remained expressionless. My mother-in-law stopped watching the mahjong game, only coming in every now and then, looking at my brother-in-law and sister-in-law, hesitant to speak. My father-in-law also seemed uninterested in the game, sitting in the dining room, dozing off. But the mahjong game

continued, lively and noisy, with shouts and cheerful laughter occasionally drifting through the air. It was past midnight, and the children, tired from playing, had fallen asleep sprawled on my mother-in-law's bed. The mahjong game, however, continued unabated, because tomorrow we would be visiting all the relatives from my mother-in-law's house for New Year's greetings—a tradition we followed every year. They would play all night, and the next morning, after a short nap, I would drive them to their visits. Therefore, I had to go home and sleep; only a good night's rest could ensure safe driving.

"I'm going home," I said.

"Me too," my brother-in-law and sister-in-law said.

In previous years, she would stay overnight at my mother-in-law's house, but this year, because of my brother-in-law's situation, she didn't want to stay any longer.

"No, Qu Jing, play here!" My mother-in-law pulled my sister-in-law aside and called into the house, "Chang Jiang, can't you let Qu Jing play for a while?" "Okay, okay, you play, I'll show you the cards." My brother-in-law stood up while playing cards.

"I'm not playing." My sister-in-law said coldly, picking up her coat and putting it on.

"Alright." My mother-in-law knew it was no use persuading her, "Let Zou Bo take you, it's on his way." "Okay." My sister-in-law agreed, glancing at me.

I was overjoyed to be able to take my sister-in-law home, and to be able to take her home alone was a double blessing. So I nodded.

"Zou Bo, take my sister-in-law downstairs, and use your car headlights to light the stairs." My wife was also trying to please my sister-in-law, saying to me.

"I know." I replied, already dressed, and went outside.

My mother-in-law's house was a resettlement house, and there were no motion-sensor lights in the stairwell. She wanted to find a flashlight but couldn't find one, so she had to leave the door open, letting the dining room light up the stairs, until we reached the fourth floor before she sighed and closed the door.

I took out my phone, turned it on, and walked backwards down the stairs, using the phone's dim light to illuminate my aunt and uncle's path.

"Hold my hand," my aunt and uncle said, extending a hand.

This was the first time I'd ever held my aunt and uncle's hand; a tingling, electric sensation ran through me. Her hand was plump, soft, and smooth—it felt wonderful to the touch. I felt a pang of jealousy; such beautiful hands, wasted on a heartless man. If she could touch mine, that would be my greatest comfort.

The stairs, usually so long, seemed so short today. It felt like we were down in no time, and the streetlights were already shining outside. My aunt and uncle pulled their hand away from me. A wave of disappointment washed over me. We arrived at the car, one after the other.

My car belonged to my workplace, a nine-seater van. Since there was nothing to do at work during the Lunar New Year, I drove it out to visit relatives and friends. I never imagined that this year, in the middle of the night, my aunt and uncle would be sitting alone in the car with me. I tried to drive slowly, wanting to strike up a conversation. But she remained silent, and I didn't know what to say. I felt the road to my aunt's house was too short; I arrived at the Workers' Cultural Palace in no time, and her house was right behind it.

"Want to come upstairs and sit for a while?" my aunt said. The car had already stopped downstairs.

"No," I said casually, thinking she was just being polite, turning on the headlights to illuminate the stairwell. I intended to leave once she went inside.

"Come upstairs, I have something to tell you," my aunt said, not moving, looking at me.

It seemed she really had something to say. A surge of excitement followed by anxiety washed over me. What did she want to say? Lately, she'd been acting strangely; no matter the topic, it would inevitably veer towards my brother-in-law and that woman. I thought, perhaps I'd been siding with her all along; maybe she was feeling too stifled and wanted someone to confide in? That would be best; maybe tonight, in the middle of the night, I could…

Thinking this, I nodded, turned off the headlights, and got out of the car.

The stairwell was still pitch black, without any motion-sensor lights. I had to turn on my phone again, this time walking behind my sister-in-law, afraid she might fall. Her coat covered her, but I could still see her slender waist and her high, firm breasts. I gestured with my hand, pretending to touch them, secretly wishing I could actually touch them. My sister-in-law lived on the second floor, and we soon reached the door. She took out her key and, using the light from my phone, opened the door.

My aunt reached out and turned on the light in the dining room, saying, "Come in and sit down, I'll go wash some fruit." She took off her coat, hung it on the rack behind the door, and went into the kitchen.

My aunt's house was originally allocated by the Bureau of Industry and Commerce, but she had bought it, so the room wasn't large, and it was a single room. The dining room was right inside the door, the kitchen was further ahead, and the bedroom was to the left. The bedroom wasn't big either; a double bed stood by the window, next to it was a two-seater sofa, in front of the sofa was a glass coffee table, opposite was the TV and TV cabinet, and against the north wall were a wardrobe and a dressing table, making the room feel cramped. I sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the bed; my aunt and uncle had shared this bed with my brother-in-law.

"Come on, eat," my aunt said, coming in and placing a plate of fruit on the coffee table before sitting down on the sofa.

Sitting so close to my aunt and uncle, especially since we were alone together, was a first for me, and I felt incredibly excited. But at the same time, I was also very nervous, wondering what my aunt and uncle were going to say. I looked at the apples and pears on the plate, but didn't dare eat them.

"You know about me and your brother, right?" After a long silence, my sister-in-law finally spoke.

Sure enough, her first sentence hit the nail on the head! I didn't hide the truth; besides, everyone knew about it, how could I not? So, I nodded.

"Have you seen that woman?"

I nodded. My brother-in-law had become incredibly arrogant; he wanted the whole world to know he had that woman, and of course, he'd shown off to me.

"I hate the entire Chang family now; they all kept it from me," my sister-in-law said bitterly.

"Sister-in-law, I didn't hide it from you, it's just that you never asked me, and I never had a chance to tell you," I said.

"I know you usually side with me, that's why I wanted to say a few words to you." "Okay, sister-in-law, I'll tell you. The day you called his mother, I pretended to be asleep and heard everything. Actually, his mother already knew about it. After calling you, she called my brother and told him to be careful and not let you know," I said.

My aunt-in-law, clearly unaware of this, looked at me in surprise and said, "You know that later, his mother and I ransacked his rented apartment?" "I know." "I want to ask you something. Were you really drunk on his grandmother's birthday?" My aunt-in-law suddenly changed the subject and asked.

My head suddenly spun, I was at a loss, panicked, and restless.

It happened last October. It was my wife's grandmother's birthday, and we all went to pay our respects. To save money, the birthday banquet was held at her house. Her house was behind the Nationalities Palace, also a resettlement house, a two-bedroom apartment on the seventh floor. Because there were many relatives, there were a total of five tables. Three tables were set up at her house, and two tables were set up in the opposite room, which was my second uncle's one-bedroom apartment. More than fifty relatives squeezed in to sit down.

My uncle was especially happy to see me because I was the only one who could drink with him. In the past, we had fought fiercely. My uncle was no match for me, but he had the spirit of never giving up despite repeated defeats. Seeing me that day, how could I let it go? So, we simply stopped using wine glasses and drank from small rice bowls that held about four ounces each.

After finishing the second bowl, my uncle suddenly collapsed and had to be helped to bed. I, however, was still troubled by my sister-in-law's melancholy, so I poured myself another half bowl of wine and drank it down. At that time, I was a little unsteady on my feet, but I could still remember things clearly.

That day, my grandmother was very happy and prepared five sets of mahjong tiles, exactly five tables. After dinner, they started playing mahjong with great enthusiasm. My wife and brother-in-law are both people who can't resist mahjong, so they grabbed their spots beforehand and started playing. My brother-in-law's younger brother also liked to play, but he couldn't get a spot and could only watch from the sidelines. I'm someone who gets annoyed by mahjong, and I wanted to leave, but I still wanted to see my sister-in-law one last time, so I went to the mahjong table to look for my brother-in-law. I found that my sister-in-law wasn't behind me, and I was very disappointed. I told my wife and walked away.

As I staggered downstairs, I kept thinking, my brother-in-law has a woman, this is my chance, I must get my hands on my beautiful sister-in-law. I kept thinking like this as I went downstairs. Suddenly, someone helped me up; their body was limp, it must be a woman. Was it my wife? No way, she wouldn't care about me once she got into mahjong. So who was it? I tilted my head and was overjoyed—it was my brother-in-law's wife!

I kept repeating to myself, "I want my sister-in-law, I want my sister-in-law… now's my chance…" And now, the person I'd been longing for was helping me up. How could I not be overjoyed? Although I could remember things at the time, my mind was a mess, and somehow, I actually thought my brother-in-law's wife was interested in me. So, I put one hand on her chest and looked at her.

My brother-in-law's wife was clearly startled. She said, "What are you doing?" with a very serious expression, and forcefully pulled my hand down, pushing me away and shouting, "Brother-in-law!"

In the end, I was helped downstairs by my brother-in-law.

After my sister-in-law pushed me away, I instantly sobered up. I realized that the crux of the dispute—whether to divorce or not—lies with my sister-in-law. She can't bear to give up her ten-year relationship; she still loves my brother-in-law. Her threats of divorce are just to scare him into leaving that woman and returning to her. My wife had told me this, but I, under the influence of alcohol, had been deluding myself and openly seducing her—how utterly embarrassing! Luckily, I reacted quickly, pretending to be drunk and repeatedly calling out my wife's name to her.

At that moment, my brother-in-law arrived and, together with my brother-in-law, helped me downstairs. My sister-in-law ran out first to hail a taxi and waited for me. My sister-in-law followed, standing by the car. To make it more convincing, I looked at her and asked, "Who are you?" Everyone around was fooled, thinking I was genuinely drunk, and laughed. My sister-in-law laughed too—a contemptuous laugh that showed she knew I was doing it on purpose.

The next day, I was very anxious, afraid that my sister-in-law would tell. However, she didn't say anything. Instead, my sister-in-law and brother-in-law mentioned that I was so drunk the day before that I didn't even recognize my sister-in-law. I had no choice but to continue pretending to be drunk, saying that after the second bowl of wine, I didn't remember anything, not even my uncle falling down. The matter was left unresolved.

Unexpectedly, in the dead of night, my sister-in-law brought it up again. How could I not be anxious?

Chapter 3

Self-protection is my only choice.

"Hmm, I was really drunk, I can't remember anything?" My eyes darted around, clearly lying.

"Can't you look me in the eye?" My sister-in-law's eyes were sharp, her words incisive.

"I..." As soon as I met her eyes, I was startled and dared not look at her again.

"What do you mean, 'I'? A real man shouldn't be afraid to take responsibility for his actions?" My sister-in-law's words were still sharp.

"What did I do? I can't remember anything at all." I started to act shamelessly, but I started to sweat all over.

"Hmph, do I need to say it?"

"I..."

"What do you mean, 'I'? I'm just asking you, do I need to say it?"

"I..." I continued my shameless act.

"If you won't say it, I will. You touched me here."

"No way... I don't remember..."

"You think you can fool me by pretending to be drunk? You called out 'Chang Ying' a few times, and I thought you'd mistake me for someone else? You pretended not to know me in front of the taxi, and I thought I couldn't tell?" "I..." "Stop with the 'I, I, I'! What exactly happened? You have to tell me clearly today!" My aunt suddenly raised her voice. "Look at me now." I looked up, and my aunt's gaze was sharp, completely stripping away my pretense. I had nowhere to retreat. At that moment, I don't know where the strength came from, but I grabbed my aunt's hand, met her gaze, without any fear, and sincerely said:

"Sister-in-law, I love you! I've loved you since the first time I saw you. I know I'm despicable; I never thought highly of Changying and never intended to marry her because she's too playful and not the type to settle down. But you're in this family, and to be able to see you, I compromised and married her. After the marriage, you must have felt my attempts to get closer to you and please you. But later, I heard about your past relationship with my brother, and I despaired. So I backed down. I thought you and my brother were an unbreakable fortress. But even so, I still love you. Every time you appear, I feel joy, and every time you leave, I feel lost." I said all this in one breath, my eyes still fixed on my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law's sharp eyes slowly dimmed, and she didn't pull her hand away from mine, so I gripped it even tighter. I continued,

"Sister-in-law, do you know? Although I like you and want you, I'm not a greedy or selfish person. When I see you so sweet and affectionate, I feel incredibly happy. I'm happy because the person I love is happy. I used to silently wish you and my brother happiness forever. Because your happiness is my happiness. But ever since my brother found that woman, seeing you with a sorrowful face every day breaks my heart. I always want to comfort you and make you happy again. I'll be honest, I also want you. So, that day I did something foolish..." At this point, my sister-in-law's eyes were already filled with tears, and she tried hard to hold them back. I noticed that her hand was also gently gripping mine. I knelt down with a thud, almost knocking over the coffee table, but I didn't care. I took her other hand with my other hand, raised my head, and said,

"Sister-in-law, this is all I have to say. I know I was wrong that day. You can punish me however you want today." After I finished speaking, I released her hands, raised my face, and waited for the beating.

My sister-in-law didn't hit me. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, and they streamed down my face as I sobbed. Then, she pulled me up, sat me back on the sofa, and threw herself into my arms, bursting into heart-wrenching sobs. Between sobs, she stammered, "I know everything... but... just now... why... did you... try to deny it... sob sob sob..." I hugged my sister-in-law tightly and said, "Sister-in-law, just cry it out. You've been holding it in all this year." My sister-in-law really started crying. She continued, albeit haltingly, recounting how she and my brother-in-law had fallen in love, how she had rejected all suitors for him in college, how she had abandoned her studies for him, and how she had endured so much pressure despite his low salary. At this point, she angrily began cursing my brother-in-law for being heartless, and so on... Finally, she revealed something I didn't know.

Last September, the nightclub was shut down by the police. My brother-in-law, no longer arrogant, declared he had broken off all contact with that woman. At the urging of relatives, my sister-in-law, who hadn't really wanted a divorce, forgave my brother-in-law and wanted to live a good life. October arrived in the blink of an eye. On my grandmother's birthday, I got drunk and groped my aunt-in-law, inevitably drawing her ire. She wanted to slap me hard and yell, but then she remembered that during her most difficult time, I was the only one who stood by her side and spoke up for her, so she held back. Meanwhile,

my brother-in-law soon found a job at a PVC window and door factory. This factory was a two-person joint venture, but both were introverted. They liked my brother-in-law's talkative and eloquent manner. So, they invited him to work at the factory, making him the third boss. Actually, anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were just using his smooth talk to make money. The two bosses would take the lion's share, while my brother-in-law would only get a small portion. But my brother-in-law's vanity got the better of him; he valued the reputation of being the "third boss."

Before, as a "lobby manager," he was just working for the boss, but now, although he was still working, his reputation was much better. Now that he was a boss, my brother-in-law became arrogant again. The woman hadn't broken up with him at all; she'd picked him up again and was still taking him everywhere.

A few days after Grandma's birthday, her sister-in-law noticed her brother-in-law acting strangely again. Of course, another investigation ensued, revealing it was still the same woman, but this time they couldn't find her at the rented apartment. Later, she hired a taxi to follow him, and finally, in January of this year, discovered his hideout was a North Korean restaurant.

It turned out that when the nightclub was raided, many people were arrested, but her sister-in-law escaped and fled back to her hometown. This was what her brother-in-law meant by cutting ties. Once the heat died down, the woman returned and found her brother-in-law. Now, her brother-in-law was a third-tier boss, so naturally, he had a woman like that by his side, and the two resumed their on-and-off affair. However, although he was now a third-tier boss, he earned far less than the lobby manager, and renting an apartment became a problem.

But this didn't deter him. The owner of the PVC window and door factory always treated people to meals at a nearby North Korean restaurant, and over time, the restaurant owner and her brother-in-law became acquainted. Coincidentally, the restaurant was hiring a waitress to cook Korean side dishes and an old man to keep watch at night. Even more coincidentally, my brother-in-law's wife was Korean and knew how to cook. So, my brother-in-law introduced her to the restaurant, and she stayed there that night. It was a win-win deal for both: the restaurant got a cook and a free night watchman; my brother-in-law got a job for his wife and free accommodation for both of them.

I really admire my sister-in-law. When she learned about the restaurant, she didn't say anything and waited until after 9 pm before taking a taxi with her to the Korean restaurant. The restaurant was still open, and there were two tables of customers inside.

My sister-in-law walked in and immediately saw my brother-in-law standing in the middle, talking nonsense. In a private room, the woman had set up a makeshift bed with two rows of chairs and a plastic stool in the middle, complete with a mattress, blanket, and two pillows, and was sitting there waiting for my brother-in-law to sleep. My sister-in-law was furious.

"Why are you here?" The brother-in-law was quite surprised by his sister-in-law's arrival and quickly asked.

"Don't you know why I'm here?" the sister-in-law replied coldly.

Everyone in the restaurant instantly understood what was going on and fell silent, all staring at the brother-in-law and sister-in-law. The woman also saw the sister-in-law; she recognized her from their previous meeting and quickly tried to slip out through the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

"Stop!" the sister-in-law tried to grab her.

"What are you doing?" the brother-in-law blocked her way. At this moment, the woman seemed to be possessed and stood there motionless.

"Don't you know what I'm doing?" the sister-in-law tried several times to break free from her brother-in-law, but failed.

"I said, why are you so upset?" the brother-in-law shouted.

"My husband is seeing other women here, how can I be okay with that?" the sister-in-law glared angrily.

"Look at Boss Cheng, when does he go out without a woman? His wife doesn't care, why are you the only one making a fuss?" the brother-in-law's words were classic.

"..." The sister-in-law opened her mouth, too angry to speak.

"Not only does Boss Cheng's wife not care, but she gets along really well with that woman, like sisters. And look at you, you look like a fierce demon." The brother-in-law almost roared.

I didn't verify whether what the brother-in-law said was true, but I knew he always exaggerated, so I guessed he made it up. Because I simply didn't believe that a woman could get along so well with her husband's mistress, I was certain it was fabricated.

"..." The sister-in-law was still too angry to speak.

"Fine, things have come to this point, what do you suggest we do?" the brother-in-law asked arrogantly.

"What do you suggest we do?" The sister-in-law was perhaps thrown off balance by the brother-in-law's words.

It was this rhetorical question that unexpectedly led the brother-in-law to utter what should be the most classic statement in history about men who have affairs.

"Learn from Boss Cheng's wife, get along well with her, and when you go home, she can help you cook and do laundry," the brother-in-law said, turning to the woman. "Come here, shake hands with your sister, and then you'll be best friends." He then said to his wife, "After you shake hands, go home. I won't be going back tonight; they've already made the bed." I think the brother-in-law was just showing off because there were strangers in the restaurant. After his wife shook hands and left, he would arrogantly say, "See how strong I am?" and receive envious glances from everyone. But he didn't know that these words had already driven his wife almost crazy.

As for the woman, she was like a blacksmith trying to roast his testicles—completely oblivious to the danger! She actually came over, extended a hand, and reluctantly called out, "Sister." "Slap!" A loud slap landed on the woman's face and the wife's hand.

According to my sister-in-law, the slap was crisp, like a firecracker going off on New Year's Eve, making my ears ring. My sister-in-law said she had wanted to rush up and slap her earlier, but my brother-in-law stopped her. Now, the woman was right in front of her, the distance and angle perfect; it would have been a shame not to.

After slapping her, my sister-in-law felt a throbbing pain in her hand, but felt much better. Looking at the woman, she was probably stunned; she didn't cover her face, her eyes blankly staring at my sister-in-law. The outstretched hand remained still, her body motionless, only the handprint on her face gradually becoming clearer, from red to dark red, revealing five fingers.

"What do you want?" My brother-in-law kicked my sister-in-law, pointing to the door, "Get out of here!" I think my sister-in-law's slap was actually aimed at my brother-in-law's face. Because at that moment, he was very arrogant, confident that his words would have an effect, wanting to show off in front of others. He hadn't expected his sister-in-law to disrespect him, which made him feel humiliated in front of everyone. That's why he kicked her to regain his dignity. Although it wasn't a hard kick, think about it, what woman could endure such humiliation?

"You dare hit me? You dare hit me? You dare hit me?... " His sister-in-law asked herself countless times, repeating the same question over and over. Her heart was completely cold. Thinking of her brother-in-law, who had never laid a finger on her from dating to marriage, now kicking her for a dance hostess, her heart was utterly devastated.

"Do you know, Zou Bo, he actually dared to hit me?" At this moment, his sister-in-law was no longer sorrowful, her crying had stopped, and her eyes shone with anger. "Zou Bo, do you know? He actually hit me in front of so many people for that woman." "Where did you kick him? Does it still hurt? Let me rub it for you." I seized the opportunity, wanting to touch her leg and take advantage. His

sister-in-law raised her head, her expression extremely tragic, and said, "Zou Bo, I want to get revenge on him!" Her red lips moved.

I understood what my aunt meant by revenge. I lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers. She reciprocated the kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. Outside the window, some night god released several luminous pearls, instantly illuminating the sky, as if blessing us.

"Hmm, close the curtains, let's go," she whispered.

I knew what was about to happen; it was the hope that night longed for! So I quickly jumped, closed the curtains, then jumped back and lifted my aunt from the sofa. In mid-air, she reached out and turned off the lights.

On the bed, I eagerly kissed her, touching what I had longed for; then, I reached inside her clothes, using my hand to push aside her bra, flesh against flesh; then, I began to undress her. With her cooperation, we finished quickly. I first touched her smooth skin, then touched her again, and found that it was already overflowing with desire. My erection was already rock hard, and I started taking off my clothes. Then I knelt between my sister-in-law's legs, my hard erection pressing against her.

My sister-in-law reached down and grasped mine, whispering, "So big?" "Isn't it good that it's big?" I asked.

"Yes, be gentle, I haven't done this in a long time."

"Yes," I replied, grasping it and slowly inserting it inside. "Is this okay?" "Yes," my sister-in-law softly replied.

My penis was finally fully inserted, and then I began to move up and down violently, kissing my sister-in-law's face and groping her body. My sister-in-law held me tightly with both hands, her round breasts responding to my movements. Soon, my sister-in-law came, making soft moans. I increased my strength, wanting to use all my power.

"Harder... harder... ah... ah... oh... so good..." My sister-in-law's voice was beautiful, like a pretty girl being coquettish.

I thrust harder, ignoring the pain in my back from my sister-in-law's grip, just thrusting back and forth. Soon, she stopped screaming and her body stopped moving, and I began, ejaculating all my semen inside her. Then, panting heavily, we kissed each other.

"Look how tired you are, wipe your sweat." My sister-in-law took a pillowcase and wiped the sweat from my face. "This is his." Then she used my brother-in-law's pillowcase to wipe mine, and hers—I used his stuff to wipe it; only then did I feel satisfied.

[The End]

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