[Revenge] (Completed) Author: dustin2

Author: dustin2
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I

want to kill someone!

Although I've never killed a chicken in my life, when your wife
comes , her body smelling of some other man, even with his sticky semen between her legs, it makes
a man who's never killed a chicken so angry he wants to kill. You should understand how furious this man is.

My surname is Wang, and someone dares to touch even Wang's woman? Some people are really tired of living.

Dignity is a man's heart or liver, not his entire life, but about three-quarters of it. When
dignity is trampled on, either dignity is eaten by dogs, or I use my dignity to kill that dog.

Simply put, I experienced the most frustrating tragedy a man can experience—
my wife cheated on me! She cuckolded me…and let another man have his way with her.

My overwhelming anger and sorrow... My wife, with her pure and conservative
nature—so conservative she wouldn't even dare wear a tank top in public—allowed a wild man's penis to penetrate her naked legs, and under its thrusting
, she experienced multiple orgasms. She let her delicate lips, forever exuding the fresh breath of a young girl
, suck that man's—no, suck that wild man's—penis, and then go home and kiss me with those same lips...

How could this be?

I knew that guy had finally succeeded, finally gotten my wife into bed, to get revenge on me. Because my
wife was his first love, they were high school classmates, and just before he was about to have her—I asked
my wife, and that bastard's advances on her body had reached her chest; he'd even put his hand under
her clothes several times—I stole her away. Like an imperialist who never gives up his ambitions, this bastard had been waiting
for his chance to get revenge.

Finally, he got his. After a long and drawn-out process of texting, WeChat, phone calls, and QQ messages, at a class
reunion, fueled by alcohol and the seductive sounds of karaoke, this bastard got my wife into bed and slept with her.

According to reliable sources, he brought her to orgasm three times that night—while I've
only ever given her two orgasms in one night at most!

How do I know such details? It's not just about pictures; my dim-witted
wife actually wrote a reflection on her affair and put it on her computer, and then…

I've never even looked at that bastard properly. How could he compare to me? Back when he was still writing so-called love sonnets—obviously cobbled together from
various song lyrics—and playing a beat-up guitar to pretend to be an artsy type to fool my wife,
I was already driving a BMW picking up girls.

My dad is Wang Gang, the powerful vice mayor of this city. In other words, I'm a second-generation official—of course, I've never
hit someone with my BMW and then shouted that my dad is Wang Gang; I've only had sex in my BMW with girls who knew my dad was Wang Gang
.

My wife is the sister of my buddy's buddy. We met by chance at a gathering, and I was instantly captivated by her
pure and breathtaking beauty. The first time I saw her, it was like seeing a
crystal-clear dewdrop blooming in the morning. So I thought, "I want to marry a dewdrop of the morning; maybe my world will always be morning."

Thus, I launched a relentless pursuit. I don't know if it was the power of my BMW or my father's connections, but my
wife resolutely abandoned her first love and fell into my arms, becoming my bride.

I know my victory was unfair, but at the time, I was the winner. The day after my wedding, the newspaper
reported a story about a mentally unstable man who stood on a bridge dozens of meters high facing the surging river
for half the night , seemingly preparing to jump, but was rescued by brave and resourceful firefighters.

It's said that the madman is him, the first love of my wife whom I stole, the one who's now
cheating on me, the bastard I want to chop off his penis.

I now realize that you never know who will ultimately die. This bastard has always
had his eye on my wife. What he couldn't accomplish when she was his girlfriend, he accomplished now that she's someone else's
wife —he successfully broke through the first island chain above a woman's breasts,
using adultery as an excuse to penetrate her…

I didn't tell my wife about the things I accidentally saw on her computer about her feelings after her affair. I
don't want to expose everything now. Right now, all I want to do is teach that bastard a lesson, let him know
what the price is for seducing a married woman and having an affair with the daughter-in-law of a deputy mayor named Wang Gang
. Then I'll consider whether I should go to the civil affairs bureau with my wife . That

bastard

now works a respectable job at a local newspaper, as their so-called leading
columnist . As fate would have it, the editor-in-chief of that newspaper was my dad's classmate, surnamed Qiao. I usually called him
Uncle Qiao ; he'd watched me grow up. With that connection, I figured I could easily talk to Uncle Qiao and get that bastard into
a mess

. Legal trouble was out of the question, but getting him fired was certainly an option.

So, I drove my BMW straight to the newspaper office to find Uncle Qiao. After some pleasantries, I got straight to the point
and asked Uncle Qiao if there was someone named Ning the Butcher at their newspaper.

"We have someone named Ning the Cook, but no one named Butcher!" Uncle Qiao had clearly gained weight since I last saw him.
He squinted behind his glasses, looking at me with a bewildered expression after my question.

"Whether he's a cook or a butcher, I have to report this to you, Uncle Qiao, this is scum! Your newspaper
has to uphold justice!" I said indignantly and righteously. "The newspaper is the mouthpiece of the Party, a place to purify the hearts and morals
of the people . You can't allow such scum to tarnish your newspaper's reputation!"

"What happened?" Uncle Qiao was clearly a little nervous.

"He..." I suddenly didn't know how to explain to Uncle Qiao just how scum that guy was. Should I
just say he slept with my wife?

I couldn't bring myself to say that; I couldn't bear the shame.

"This man is morally corrupt... he seduced one of my buddies' wives, and then..." After hesitating for a moment, I
finally of inspiration and changed the characters in the story.

"And then what? Was it rape, or did he assault your buddy's wife?" Uncle Qiao asked me with a serious face.

"Um..." Uncle Qiao's question left me speechless. I couldn't very well say that he had committed adultery with my wife.
"Anyway, this scum ruined her."

"Oh," Uncle Qiao pondered for a moment, seemingly understanding something, then said meaningfully,
"Xiao Wang, what do you want Uncle Qiao to do? Fire him? Or..."

I looked at Uncle Qiao, tears welling up in my eyes with gratitude, and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice...

For the next few days, I kept an eye on the newspapers published by Uncle Qiao's office. One day, two days, several days passed, and I didn't
see any cook's or butcher's name appear in the newspapers again. I thought that bastard had finally been
kicked out of , and maybe he was wandering the streets like a lost dog...

It was getting late that day, and I planned to call Uncle Qiao the next day to ask about the situation, and then thank
him for his act of ridding the people of this scourge. The next day was the weekend, and my mother called to say that my father, the deputy mayor who was rarely home
, was unusually free today and asked my wife and me to come home for dinner.

My wife continued to act as gentle and filial as ever in front of my parents. As soon as we got home,
she busied herself helping my mother in the kitchen. Whether her politeness was genuine or not, it always pleased my parents
. Since the truth hadn't been revealed yet, I could only maintain a facade of harmony with my wife in front of them.

Dinner was served, and during the meal, my father suddenly spoke to me seriously: "You brat, stop
wandering around outside all day causing me trouble. What are you doing driving your beat-up BMW around like that?
Stay out of your friends' business."

"Yes, yes, yes!" my mother quickly chimed in, scolding me, "Look how good Xiao Huan is! Where can you find
such a gentle and virtuous wife these days? Come home more often and spend time with her. Hurry up and have a child; your father
can't wait to hold his big, fat grandson."

I was drinking soup when my mother said this, and after that sip, I almost choked.

At that moment, I glanced at my wife and saw her face flushed crimson. Usually, a
blush on is charming and alluring, almost pitiful, but now, seeing it made my heart ache.

After dinner, my father-in-law was flipping through the newspaper, chatting with me in the living room. A moment later, he
chuckled twice, handed me the newspaper he was reading, and said, "Take a look at this article
. It's one of your Uncle Qiao's writers at the newspaper. Uncle Qiao even recommended me to be his secretary a while ago. Heh,
I think this kid's got a good pen, he's got talent."

I took the newspaper; it was today's issue from Uncle Qiao's newspaper. Following the article my father pointed to,
the title was simply: Ning the Cook! If it were

n't

for my father-in-law, I would have torn that newspaper to shreds. This grandson is so amazing!
When did he become Uncle Qiao's favorite? They even wanted to send him to be the old man's secretary! This infuriated me.
Originally, I just wanted to chop that bastard's penis off; now I not only want to chop it off, but I want to chop it into pieces and feed
it to the dogs!

If the legitimate way won't work, how about the underworld?

I know there's a big shot named Qiu in the city's underworld, one of the top real estate tycoons. His
legendary underworld exploits are widely known. And my dad is Wang Gang, the vice mayor in charge of land resources. Real estate and
land resources... you know what that means. So I found the old man's secretary, Brother Yang, and asked him to handle this for me, to get Boss Qiu
to teach that bastard a lesson.

At the end, I added that the bastard was about to replace Brother Yang as the old man's secretary, which
instantly . Soon, a subordinate of Boss Qiu named Dao Ba invited me for coffee. During the coffee, he asked me to specify
how badly I wanted to deal with that bastard.

"Chop his penis off and feed it to the dogs!" I replied through gritted teeth.

Dao Ba was silent for a while, then said that they had no precedent for this kind of business and needed to consult with Boss Qiu first.

Seeing the troubled look on Dao Ba's face, and thinking that chopping off someone's penis was really inhumane, I, being a kind-hearted person
, couldn't bear it either, so I changed my mind and said, "Then let's teach him a lesson. Not cripple him, but make him hurt."

Dao Ba's expression relaxed a little, he nodded, and got up to leave...

The underworld was much more efficient. In a couple of days, Dao Ba brought back some photos. The background of the photos was an
underground parking garage, with a person lying in a corner of the garage. Then there were several close-up shots of the person's face. The person's face was
covered in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purplish hues, and blood was flowing from his nose. Yes, this was that bastard's face. I would recognize it even if it were burned to ashes.

I hurriedly asked Dao Ba, "When was it done? How's he doing?"

"Yesterday," Dao Ba said expressionlessly, "Although there weren't any fractures or internal injuries, he probably won't be able to get out of bed for three
days ."

I felt relieved, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. I immediately told Dao Ba I would definitely repay
Boss .

That bastard's business was considered settled. Judging from the photos, he was indeed badly beaten. Now
I need to consider how to settle things with my wife—should

I go to the Civil Affairs Bureau or not? Before this incident, the frequency of our intimacy had decreased from four or five times a week during our honeymoon to once a week.
This was partly because I was often out entertaining clients at my company, fooling around with my buddies
, and having sex with that girl who knew my father was Vice Mayor Wang Gang in the back seat of my BMW—which actually happened after
we got married . In other words, I was a despicable chauvinist in this respect; I could sleep with other wives,
but I would never let another man sleep with my wife. Of course, it's normal for the frequency of intimacy with my wife to decrease as the marriage
progresses ; you know how it is. This doesn't mean my feelings for my wife
have changed. In fact, generally speaking, I love my wife and am satisfied with her. Aside from her
infidelity , my wife is very caring and virtuous. She manages the household
perfectly and is well-liked by my parents. She never hesitates to tell me she loves me.

So why did such a virtuous and kind woman fall for that scumbag?

I need to figure this out before going to the marriage registry. Since the incident, I haven't touched my wife.

Several times she's clearly hinted that she wants intimacy, but I've coldly rejected her. Of course, I've done this many times
before , and it hasn't aroused her suspicion that I know about her affair.

I happened to be home the evening I received the photos. After dinner, my wife said she wanted to go shopping with her girlfriends and then
see a movie.

This used to be a perfectly normal part of my wife's leisure time. But for some reason, I suddenly felt
uneasy . As soon as my wife left the house, I quickly drove after her in the taxi.

The cover of night and my deliberate distance kept my wife from noticing I was following her. After turning a few
blocks , the taxi stopped at a quiet street corner, and my wife got out and went into a roadside cafe. I
parked the car nearby and then cautiously followed her into the cafe. The cafe was dimly lit and not many customers,
but in a corner booth, I still spotted my wife at a glance… In that instant, my
blood rushed to my head, and I froze—damn it, that
bastard !

That bastard named Ning Zhufu!!!

That bastard's face was clean, without a single bruise, his body was stretched out freely, and he had
a smug ! He didn't look like he had been beaten so badly he couldn't get out of bed for three days!

At that

moment, I was trembling all over. I shakily took out my phone and dialed Daoba's number, then
stumbled lunged towards the booth where my wife and that bastard were sitting, grabbing the bastard by the collar. Just then, Daoba answered the phone.
I immediately grabbed that bastard and started cursing into the phone: "Fuck your mother! You dare lie to me!
Didn't you tell me you'd beat that bastard so badly he couldn't get out of bed for three days? What I see here is that bastard completely unharmed
, having coffee with my wife! What's going on???"

My howling could be heard throughout the entire coffee shop, scaring the surrounding waiters away.
Daoba's voice came through the phone intermittently: "Brother Wang, you...you let me explain."

My wife, who was stunned by the scene before her, started crying anxiously at the sight of my uncontrollable rage
.

"Calm down," Ning Zhufu, having recovered from his initial panic, was now remarkably calm
. "Let's...let's talk this over."

"Talk my ass!" I raised a fist and swung it at his face, accompanied by my wife's
scream.

This bastard was incredibly brave, not even flinching. I punched him squarely in the face,
while my wife, her face turning a pale, bean-milk color, cried out in a daze, "Husband, husband... stop hitting him!"

"Shut up!" I turned and roared at my wife like an enraged lion, "Go home! Go home

!"

"Husband, husband," my wife still called out incoherently, completely at a loss.

"Xiao Huan, go home. I'll talk to him properly. It'll be alright. Go home first. Everything will be fine,"

Ning, the cook, quickly said to my wife.

"Fuck your mother!" Dao Ba kept babbling on the phone, making me even
angrier . I could only keep yelling into the receiver, "What the hell is going on?
What the hell is going on?"

"This has nothing to do with them. Calm down, sit down and order a coffee, and I'll explain what happened."

Ning Zhufu rubbed his swollen face, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever.

By this time, my wife had already left the coffee shop. Later, I found out she hadn't dared to leave the scene at all,
but was watching everything through the window outside the coffee shop.

I glared at this bastard with wide, staring eyes, still holding onto his collar. "Dude,
how can you drink coffee while holding me like that?" Ning Zhufu chuckled. This bastard could actually laugh! Then
he shouted to the waiter who was watching the commotion, "Waiter, a coffee, please."

After a while, a brave waiter brought over a coffee.

"What do you say? You son of a bitch, if you don't give me an explanation today, you're lying here!" I loosened Ning Zhufu's
collar . I wanted to see what kind of tricks this son of a bitch would pull next.

"Let's talk about Boss Qiu first. Coincidentally, Boss Qiu and I are buddies. You asked him to get someone to beat
me
up. I know he can't afford to offend you, and I didn't want to make things difficult for him, so I asked a friend who does makeup at the TV station to do my makeup, making me look like I'd been beaten up badly. I took some photos and had Daoba give them to you. Don't make things difficult for Boss Qiu and his gang,
okay?"

Holy crap!

"You... how did you become buddies with Boss Qiu again?" I was starting to lose my temper.

"He organized a model competition, and I was a judge. That's how we met."

First, he wanted to be my dad's secretary, and now he's buddies with a mafia boss? Heavens above, what
kind of scheme is this?

"This is between us. Let's settle it ourselves." This son of a bitch looked at me with a very
righteous .

"Okay, let's settle this!" I clenched my fist so tightly it cracked, and swung it again, my eyes blazing
with .

Seeing this, Ning Zhufu didn't dodge, only saying, "Dude, calm down!"

"Calm down my ass!" I didn't stop my punch, landing another blow on Ning Zhufu's face.
This punch immediately gave him a black eye, and I continued yelling, "Your wife let me fuck
you, you fucking calm down for me?"

My shout seemed to be heard throughout the entire coffee shop, and almost everyone's
eyes .

Those two punches were indeed powerful. Damn it, even the underworld can't handle this, I'll
take matters into my own hands today! Those two punches released a lot of my anger. I thought that was enough; any further escalation
wouldn't be good for anyone. If my dad found out about his daughter-in-law's affair, he'd probably have ten heart attacks. I didn't want to get entangled with this
trash, so I got up, told him to leave and not bother my wife anymore, and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, this bastard said something that completely shattered my spirit, leaving me frozen in
place for a long time.

This bastard, rubbing his panda eyes, actually said in an incredibly despicable way, "Actually,
it's not impossible for me to have sex with my wife."

...

Epilogue:

Later, Ning made a bet with me. He said he had a video of him having sex with my wife, and he wanted me to watch it.
If my penis didn't react, he was willing to chop off a finger in front of me as a way of ending things by having sex with my wife.

If my penis did react, he would let me read a novel he was currently serializing online. Then,
I wanted to have sex with his wife; anything was possible.

Tragically, when I saw my wife climax under this bastard, and
the moment I heard her screams of climax, I shamefully got an erection...

Then I read the novel this bastard wrote, called "Love in the Sea," which was about this bastard...
He encouraged his wife to have sex with other men—all those messy things.

Watching it, honestly, my anger towards that guy actually disappeared. I thought he was not only
a scumbag , but also adorable.

Later, later I really did have sex with Ning Hui…you know.

By the way, let me tell you, Ning Hui, that wife of Ning the cook, is truly a woman among women. I'm speechless
at her beauty; I can only say that this couple is truly an anomaly among couples.

Of course, after this ordeal, my wife and I inexplicably became even more loving. She continued
dating that bastard Ning the cook, only this time, it was always with my knowledge. Of course, later, my
wife also slept with other men.

We became buddies after this commotion. And that bastard's novel is still going strong.
I don't know if he'll write about this part of our relationship, but I bet he definitely won't write about the time I beat him up and gave him
a black eye. Hehe.

(The End)

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