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【My Wife Loves to Go to Bed】(04) Author: Red Lotus Jade Dew 

Author: Honglian Yulu
Word Count: 12500


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[bbs=thread-9622665-1-1.html]【Wife Loves to Go to Bed】(01)[/bbs]
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(IV)

When I got up again, it was still very early. Ten minutes before eight o'clock, I had already taken the elevator to
the top floor of the company.

At this time, there were not many people in the company. Wanqing's secretary, Wang Li, had not yet come to work. I carried
the fried dough sticks and soy milk that I had bought on my way to work and opened the door to the president's office with ease.

The meeting and office area was empty. Although the sun had already risen,
it was normal that Wanqing hadn't gotten up yet since she had slept in the office last night; she must have been working late.

After placing the food on my desk, I went straight to the rest area.

The curtains simply blocked out the sunlight, so the room wasn't too dark. I immediately saw the beautiful
woman lying on the bed.

A thin blanket was simply spread over her, revealing her beautiful legs in black stockings below the knees. Her white shirt was
off and draped over the back of the chair, making her snow-white arms even more dazzling in the dim light.

Wanqing was clearly still fast asleep; her long, black hair wasn't styled, and her beautiful eyes and rosy lips
were tightly closed, as if she were dreaming.

I tiptoed to the bedside and gently patted her soft, white face: "Wife, wake up."

After a couple of gentle calls, Wanqing finally opened her eyes with a soft murmur in her sleep.

She sat up groggily, the thin blanket slipping down to reveal a creamy white silk nightgown, the top
two buttons undone, revealing the alluring cleavage of her full breasts.

Her suit skirt was draped over the chair, black pantyhose tightly hugging her shapely buttocks and legs, the alluring curves undeniably
captivating .

"Hmm…husband? You're here?"

Seeing Wanqing still rubbing her eyes sleepily after getting up, I chuckled and pulled her into my arms, giving her
a light kiss . "If you keep sleeping, the sun'll be high in the sky, honey. What time did you finish working last night? You
've been sleeping until now?"

Wanqing shook her head, and seeing my smiling face so close to hers, she paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow slightly and
coughed lightly. "Around midnight, I think. I finished working and went straight to bed. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, I brought over the fried dough sticks and soy milk I bought. Shall we go eat outside?"

Wanqing was clearly not fully awake yet, her expression somewhat dazed. As if suddenly remembering something, she gently
pushed me away and said, "I went straight to bed after finishing work last night. What time is it now?"

I checked my watch and told her the time. She frowned and immediately stood up, saying, "Then it's almost time for work!"

Wanqing got up in such a hurry that her head suddenly felt foggy, and she immediately leaned towards me.

I hugged her tightly, and a fragrant scent wafted towards me.

However, I instinctively sniffed hard, because Wanqing's familiar scent seemed a little strange, as if
it carried a hint of sweat.

"Honey, what's the air conditioning temperature in the room?"

Wanqing snapped out of her daze, putting her arm around my shoulder. "Room temperature? It's normal, what's wrong?"

I chuckled, bringing my nose close to her neck to sniff. "You seemed to have sweated a lot last night, I
could smell it."

Wanqing's face stiffened immediately upon hearing this. She wrinkled her nose and quickly pushed me away. "Sweat?
Sweat!? Oh my god, I'd better take a shower right away! You left the breakfast on the table outside the kitchen? You
eat first , I'm going to take a shower!"

Thank goodness a bathroom was specially designed for the top floor during the renovation. Seeing Wanqing's quick steps, I
couldn't help but laugh.

Sweat is definitely not something girls want to put up with.

The sound of the shower soon started, and I didn't stay idle either, casually strolling around the office.

The sheets were mostly tidy, but I was a little surprised when I checked the room temperature, because it wasn't actually that
high.

I was a little puzzled, so I leaned down and sniffed the sheets, but I didn't smell much sweat. Clearly,
Wanqing hadn't sweated when she got into bed.

When did she start sweating then? Or was I mistaken? Obviously not. I looked at her
clothes draped over the back of the chair.

Should I smell them for sweat? Forget it… even if it's my wife, this is a bit too perverted
.

A little while later, Wanqing, having finished her morning shower, walked neatly into the reception area. Her long,

black hair was casually piled up behind her head, revealing her fair and delicate pubic hair. Her white shirt accentuated her graceful
figure black uniform skirt highlighted her alluring curves. Her black-stockinged legs, clad in high heels, added to her captivating charm.

"Actually, a sandwich is the best thing to eat right now."

With graceful steps, she walked over to me, picked up a soaked fried dough stick from my bowl, and put
it in her mouth . "The tofu pudding smells too strong. I have to work soon, and I need to brush my teeth again."

I tore off another fried dough stick and soaked it in. "Are you meeting a client today?"

Wanqing rolled her eyes at me. "Idiot, I'm a lady! I don't have the habit of not brushing my teeth after breakfast. But
you, did you brush your teeth this morning?"

As she spoke, she narrowed her beautiful, unadorned eyes, leaned close to me, and sniffed my collar threateningly.

I stammered, "Hey, darling..."

My delicate nose twitched, and Wanqing chuckled. "Not bad, I didn't smell any suspicious perfume.
Tell me honestly, was the girl you played ball with last night a pretty girl?" "No, I'm not playing ball, I'm definitely playing with cannons..."

Slightly guilty, I puffed out my chest and said, "What are you talking about? A pretty girl? Do you think I'd even look at that
?

Of course, it has to be a stunning beauty, and she has to be that big-breasted, round-butt, sexy Western girl...
Ouch !"

Wanqing's eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes glared, and she swung a water bottle at my head: "Big breasts! Round butt!?
And a sexy Western girl!? I'll call you sexy girl! Sexy my ass! You dare to find women outside? You're asking for trouble!"

Even a half-empty water bottle isn't light, and the cruel Wanqing swung it around, starting to hit me repeatedly...
I was hit on the head! "Hey, hey, it hurts! It hurts so much! Ouch! I'm getting a concussion!

Ouch, my god! Ouch, Wang Li, help me!"

Just as Wanqing was chasing me, laughing and joking, to the office door, my secretary, Wang Li, arrived. Seeing
her small figure appear, I immediately leaped behind her: "Your boss's gone crazy!"

Coming to work early in the morning and encountering this, before I could even figure out what was going on, I saw Wanqing
rushing towards me uncontrollably. Wang Li instinctively yelled, flicked her wrist, and threw her purse straight at Wanqing!

"Bang!"

Wanqing stopped abruptly.

The sound was particularly dull and powerful, especially when the purse hit the ground—the thud clearly indicated
its weight.

I grinned at my wife; sure enough, her fair forehead was bright red.

Wang Li looked utterly miserable.

Meanwhile, it proved that the power of the Oxford Dictionary wasn't limited to the academic world.

The morning's commotion quickly came to an end, and I returned to my post to begin my workday.
My colleagues arrived one after another.

For a moment, everything seemed normal; my colleagues chatted casually as they gradually settled into their work routines,
until another graceful footstep rang out.

My neighbor, Xiao Wang, immediately looked up: "Sister Gao, you don't look too well today."

I looked up and saw Gao Qianni, unusually late by ten minutes, listlessly sitting back down at her desk.

She was still wearing her standard suit, but at this moment, her arrival suddenly drew
unusual attention from the male employees around her.

Her voluptuous yet alluring figure was still captivating, but even though she looked tired, the
seductive was like a spray of hormones.

With a weary groan, she languidly swayed her hips as she sat down,
her slightly wavy hair tossing aside, making her delicate, lightly made-up face appear even more radiant.

For a moment, not only was I stunned, but Xiao Wang was also mesmerized; many people around us couldn't take their eyes
off her.

"Sister Gao, didn't you sleep well last night? I'll make you a cup of coffee!"

"Sister Gao, I just bought an apple on my way to work, want one?"

"Team leader, um...um...you have a hair on your back..."

Facing the sudden barrage of greetings, Gao Qianni's full, rosy lips curled slightly, she swayed her soft, white hand, and
chuckled, "Get back to work, everyone. It's only a little past nine. Are you all busy?"

I sat quietly, silently observing Gao Qianni's body.

Today she was wearing semi-transparent black stockings, revealing her shapely, slender calves and a section of
her full thighs—extremely sexy.

Therefore, high heels couldn't be open-toed sandals anymore, otherwise it would be truly indecent.

A few minutes later, I texted her.

【Honey, you're late today? Did you oversleep?】 I

watched with a smile as Gao Qianni fiddled with her phone, not turning around, but a message arrived shortly after.

"You're right, you made me so tired last night, I fell asleep the moment

my head hit the pillow~" Qianni's position was at an angle to mine, and from behind, her semi-transparent black stockings and
alluring, voluptuous figure were incredibly seductive.

Thinking of our passionate encounter last night, I sent her another text.

"Honey, your stockings look so sexy today, are you planning a date with me after work?"

I moved my legs wide and active under the table, and Qianni couldn't help but look at her legs, her long,
slightly hair swaying slightly. A moment later, another text arrived.

"You rascal, do you like them?"

I stared intently at Qianni's beautiful legs, fantasizing about her beautiful feet in her high heels, and sent her
a message.

"Darling, I want to shoot my load on your beautiful legs." After sending

the text, I continued to watch Qianni with a smile, eager to see her reply.

However, slightly unexpectedly, Qianni didn't seem inclined to continue responding. Although she still
had beside her, she didn't seem to be sending me any more messages.

This shouldn't be happening. I couldn't help but feel very strange. One second she was flirting with me, and the next she was
completely ignoring me. Just as I was about to send another message, finally, the notification sound rang. I
quickly looked at my phone.

"Are you looking for trouble?!"

I blinked.

The message before this one read, "What are you busy with?"

It was from Wanqing.

It had just been sent.

I sighed deeply. A bad start to the morning, offending my wife twice in a row.
Was this divine punishment for my "playing ball" last night?

So, I dutifully focused all my energy back on work.

At lunchtime, I naturally didn't dine with the well-known married woman, Qianni, but occasional flirtatious phone
calls were still inevitable.

When the company president, my secret wife, walked briskly through the cafeteria carrying her tray, she
naturally dazzled all the male employees.

It was natural; Wanqing's elegant charm was enduring, and today she possessed a unique allure that left everyone
speechless .

Her two-inch heels moved swiftly, producing a crisp, rhythmic clatter; her legs, clad in pure black stockings, were
exceptionally straight, long, and beautifully curved; the exquisite curves outlined by her suit skirt and white shirt made everyone blush;
her snow-white slender legs were adorned with a black pearl necklace, and her hair was styled in a high bun. For some reason, her cool, jade-like face radiated
a rare, faint blush at midday.

"Good heavens...is this any way for us to live?"

My tablemate, Xiao Wang, gasped. "She's inhumanly beautiful! Seeing such an
unattainable beauty every day, how are we ordinary people supposed to live?"

This is his wife, after all. I chuckled, "That's what you call motivation! Even though you can only have one husband,
as long as we perform well and excel at our work, there's always a chance to be praised by the boss. Xiao Wang, do
n't you want to be warmly praised by your beautiful boss?"

Xiao Wang, my tablemates, and many other male employees nearby were all subtly observing Wan Qing.

For convenience, Wan Qing wasn't wearing a black suit jacket over her shirt. I have to admit, her slender figure...
Her slender waist was simply too alluring, and her full breasts perfectly filled out her shirt collar.

The male employees were unsure whether to look at her chest, her slim waist, or her long, seductive legs in black stockings.

Xiao Wang even lost his appetite, his eyes glued to Wan Qing's shapely calves beneath her short skirt.
The surrounding colleagues couldn't help but glance at Wan Qing, though all tried to be as discreet as possible.

Of course, there was some discomfort, but seeing Xiao Wang's fascination with Wan Qing's legs, my heart
clenched less with anger and more with a thrilling spasm.

After all, Wan Qing was my wife, and this beautiful woman had become the company's undisputed sweetheart,
constantly ogled and fantasized about by so many men. How could I not have my own wild thoughts? "Do you think
our General Manager Lin has a boyfriend yet?"

My colleague Xiao Zhao asked expectantly. "She's only in her early twenties, it's about time she started looking for
a man . Do you think she might be hunting for other women in the company?"

This almost made me spit out my soup. Xiao Wang grinned foolishly, "Absolutely! By the way, our
HR manager Zhang is quite easy to talk to. How about we give him some money and have him persuade General Manager Lin to get a male secretary?"

My team leader, Li, sitting next to me, laughed, "You really don't need to worry about that. What
era are we living in? 21!" "The century! Where is this? Shanghai, the magic capital of the East! Who is Boss Lin? A young and beautiful
billionaire in his early twenties! Whether it's a one-night stand, keeping a mistress, or actually dating a rich and handsome guy and
getting married, isn't it all just a matter of a thought?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhao's eyes lit up even more: "Team leader, you mean I might be
kept by our Boss Lin!?"

I rolled my eyes wildly, and Xiao Wang immediately chimed in: "You? Give me a break!

I've seen you in the bathhouse, you? You? Can you satisfy our Boss Lin?"

"Damn, so you can!?"

"Of course, you've seen me before..."

"What if you're frigid?"

I suddenly blurted out.

Instantly, the whole room fell silent.

Team Leader Li looked utterly surprised, Xiao Wang was completely stunned, and Xiao Zhao blinked hard before coming to his senses: "Frigidity?"

I shrugged and nodded towards Wan Qing's aloof and alluring figure in the distance: "We
don't know what she's like in private, do we? But judging from her public image, she's practically a cold and glamorous female CEO, if not? If not
, that's fine, but what if... she's also a cold and glamorous type in that area?"

I decided to calm down these friends, to prevent them from masturbating tonight with
fantasies about my precious wife's body.

Although this matter is indeed close to the truth, and I, as her husband... am somewhat deeply affected by

it...

However, Team Leader Li shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Little Qin, you're wrong. I'm absolutely certain that
our CEO Lin is not only not frigid, but she's a hidden master!"

This really surprised us all. Everyone knew we were just joking about the company's big
boss , but Team Leader Li looked serious, revealing his meticulous work ethic.

"Take a good look at CEO Lin's figure,"

he chuckled softly, pointing us to Wanqing's distant back. "Generally speaking,
the bigger a woman's breasts and the rounder her buttocks, the stronger her sex drive. Our CEO Lin, her breasts are quite full, aren't they?"

We all nodded silently. I knew perfectly well that Wanqing's D-cup was no small size; it was so
full and firm. Although it wasn't quite super-busty, the perfect balance made her
even more alluring.

"Look at her slender waist, and her buttocks, guys. You can't judge a woman's size by
just measurements; you have to consider the whole picture. Our General Manager Lin is the epitome of a busty woman with a slim waist and
a beautiful bottom. Don't let her usual flirtatious demeanor fool you; once she's in bed, she's got it
all !"

Hearing a colleague so lavishly praise his wife, I felt incredibly strange. It was
as if, in Team Leader Li's eyes, Wanqing was stripped naked and laid out before him…

A sudden thought struck me.

Wanqing, stripped naked and laid out before him?

My mind started racing.

Wanqing, my beautiful new wife, her slender, fair body so captivating, lying on the bed
, was like a sculpted goddess, Venus.

Imagine this incredibly beautiful woman, lying naked on the bed, a shy smile on her face, parting her
long, straight legs to expose her most private parts to the company employees, even using her slender fingers to
part her smooth, white vulva…

Silently, I gazed at Wanqing's figure in the distance with an unprecedented intensity.

My eyes swept over her body from bottom to top: her high-heeled sandals, her long, straight legs in stockings,
her firm, rounded buttocks, her slender waist, and her extremely full breasts…

With such an outstanding figure, she was the dream girl of so many male employees in the company.

If, if, on a conference table, she were to spread her beautiful legs, being
pinned down by one employee after another, her tight vagina penetrated by one penis after another, passionately making
love …

Yes, those fair and delicate jade feet, those long and straight beautiful legs, those full and perky round buttocks, those
firm and luscious breasts, even that rosy mouth, were all gifts from heaven. Compared to the so-called waste of keeping a mistress
in a golden house and enjoying her pleasure alone,
wouldn't it be a much better thing if many men could fully savor the beauty of Wanqing's body?

A strong current surged from my heart to my body, a strong pleasure made my groin burn, and
countless beautiful, erotic, and decadent images began to flash in my mind.

In my imagined world, Wanqing's sexual desire was so surging, her sexual skills so proficient, causing countless
burly men to be broken at the waist, and extracting countless essences from her!

"Phew..."

My colleagues' conversation shifted, and I subconsciously adjusted my glasses.

Without realizing it, I was drenched in sweat despite being in the air-conditioned room, my cheeks feeling slightly hot.

Thinking of this, I secretly grinned and sent a message to Wanqing.

"Honey, you look so beautiful today."

From afar, I saw Wanqing take out her phone, and soon after, a text message arrived.

"Qin Feng, what kind of hallucinogenic drugs did you take today? This is the second time I've received a similar message." " I can't help it,

your cheeks are so rosy, you look so beautiful."

From a distance, Wanqing seemed to hurriedly take a small mirror from her purse and carefully examine her face.

A moment later, my phone vibrated again.

"You were too hasty with your makeup this morning, you put on too much. What are you all whispering about, looking so shifty? I
can see a bit in the mirror, you all have those sneaky eyes."

I grinned and looked near Wanqing; she indeed had a mirror that could see us.

My focus on work had completely vanished that afternoon, overwhelmed by these new thoughts.

Sitting blankly in front of the computer, my mind kept picturing Wanqing's beautiful body,
the various positions and postures she might have during sex, and even images of her exchanging partners with different men.

Team Leader Li made a very good point: Who is Wanqing? She's a billionaire, a
stunningly white-collar worker, a 25-year-old company president—not too young, not too old—and lives in
a city like Shanghai, the "Magic City of the East." She and I, her husband, have only known each other for almost a year and been married for six months.

It's safe to say she's had countless men and countless stories in her past.

I'm not a particularly traditional person, and this sudden reverie didn't make me feel like I was facing an apocalyptic crisis when I
realized Wanqing might have a whole bunch of ex-boyfriends.

However, I was genuinely concerned: if Wanqing did have ex-boyfriends, is she still in
contact ? After all, my understanding of my newlywed wife is quite limited.

Before I knew it, the clock was ticking towards the end of the workday, and some of my less diligent colleagues couldn't resist
slacking .

Having long lost interest in work, I asked my team leader for leave early and prepared to leave.

"Qin Feng, there's still more than half an hour before I get off work."

As I walked towards the elevator with my bag, Gao Qianni greeted me with a smile. "So eager
to leave ? You're not planning to go to that club again, are you?"

I looked around; there was no one else in the corridor. I patted her shoulder affectionately and laughed, "
Of course ! I really liked that room last night. How about it, Qianni, my darling, I'll treat you to dinner tonight?"

Gao Qianni rolled her eyes coquettishly and playfully nudged my stomach. "You're such a tease! Wait
here . Wang Zhiwen just called, asking me to leave early to buy him some ginseng for making medicinal wine. Shall we go together?"

I chuckled softly, naturally happy to agree.

A moment later, Gao Qianni returned from the office area, carrying her purse. She

was still wearing that "simple" suit, but she always exuded an extremely charming aura.
Not to mention, when she swept her long, wavy hair back, her happy smile was as sweet as honey.

"Old Wang wants some ginseng-infused wine?"

While waiting for the elevator, we were still alone. I chuckled softly, "Has he been impotent lately?"

Gao Qianni rolled her eyes at me, chuckled softly, and seeing no one around, gave me a quick kiss on the
cheek . "You bet! He had sex with me last night, and it took him ages just to get hard!"

It seemed to have been right after we finished. I chuckled and couldn't resist bringing my lips close to her ear:
"Baby, if you ever need my services, I'll give you a buy-one-get-two-free deal—one shot, two shots free!"

My warm breath brushed against her ear, and Gao Qianni giggled, her sweet breath filling the air.
"Wow, that's a great deal!"

Just then, a ding sounded, and the elevator doors suddenly opened. Qianni and I jumped back in surprise.

Inside the elevator, a middle-aged man with short, blond hair was on the phone. He was a well-dressed European or American
man. Seeing Gao Qianni and I immediately separate, he chuckled softly and continued speaking fluently
… German?

Not English, not Russian, not Arabic, not French, not Italian, and certainly not Spanish.
Judging by his neat and meticulous hairstyle, by process of elimination, he must be German.

With a third person present, Qianni and I didn't exchange another word.

When the elevator doors opened in the parking lot, the man was still on the phone in some foreign language. He glanced at me with interest
and then walked into the depths of the parking lot first.

After the man walked away, Gao Qianni asked curiously, "We don't have anyone like that in our company. Was he a client?"

I stroked my chin. "He must have been accompanied by an account manager, right? A familiar old client? But we
don't have any cooperation with German companies, do we? Someone an acquaintance of a certain leader? A salesman from a foreign company coming to our door? Oh well, who cares?"

Qianni and I should have gone our separate ways, but seeing that it was still early
before the end of the workday, I still walked her to Lao Wang's car before saying goodbye.

And seeing that no one was around, Qianni gave me a sweet kiss after opening the car door.

Her arms were around my waist, and her soft, red tongue kept going into my mouth, making soft moaning
sounds as we kissed.

I put one arm around her voluptuous waist and
used The touch was incredibly soft, and her hot crotch was even slightly damp when my fingers rubbed against it.

Stimulated, Qianni simply wouldn't let go and pressed her lower body intimately against mine.

My penis immediately swelled up, of course. You see, influenced by my afternoon of wild thoughts, I had
been rubbing my crotch every fifteen minutes on average.

Now, my hand was kneading Qianni's stockinged buttocks, my fingers stuck in her hot crotch, unable to pull out, her
body pressed tightly against mine, her sweet saliva constantly filling my mouth. How could my desire not be aroused?

But just as I was about to take further action, my phone suddenly rang!

I pulled out my phone and saw that, by sheer coincidence, it was Wanqing calling. Seeing my distressed expression, Qianni, her face
flushed, got into her car and giggled, "I won't bother you anymore, busy man. I'm going to buy some aphrodisiacs for my husband
."

With that, I strode towards my car and answered the phone, "Wanqing, what's up?"

Wanqing's voice was as cool as ever, "I got off work early today. Want to grab
a bite to eat?"

I glanced at my watch, my eyes darting around, "Oh dear, that's really unfortunate. Our team leader, Li, wants to treat our unit..."
"Someone's gone to eat hot pot. How about it, Wanqing? If you don't mind, come along! I promise I'll introduce you to everyone
!"

Wanqing snorted, "It's rare for me to have time to eat with you. Why bother with those employees? Hey,
Qin Feng, I've already made a reservation at a high-end Western restaurant. Are you sure you don't want to come?"

In the six months since we got married, we haven't had many candlelight dinners like this, but this afternoon's daydreaming gave
me a new idea, so I had to compromise on this: "I can't help it, darling. It's good for colleagues to build
relationships. I'm still single, so I can't use going home to my wife to reject my boss, can I?"

Wanqing snorted again. She must have been pouting in the office: "Fine, I won't go then. I
'm going with my best friend. I'm ignoring you! And no drinking!"

After hanging up, I sighed and put away my phone. Beethoven's record started playing again. I stepped on
the gas and started my journey home.

The car headed towards the suburbs with the early evening rush hour traffic. Listening to the music filling the car,
Gao Qianni's image kept flashing through my mind.

Of course, Wanqing's image and voice constantly flashed through my mind. A charming and alluring face, a cold and
exquisite one, stood side-by-side in my head, causing my thoughts to wander freely.

Clearly, with a lonely sex life with her husband, Qianni was showing signs of treating me as her lover, a tendency that
had even begun when I first joined the company.

A twenty-six-year-old woman, already married for three years, was at the age when her sexual desires were beginning to rise. Compared to that old man,
Wang Zhiwen , her infatuation with me was perfectly normal.

But this absolutely could not affect my relationship with Wanqing; after all, she was my lawfully wedded and beautiful wife.

Although in bed I didn't care that Qianni wasn't a virgin, and even enjoyed her seductive and wanton nature,
Wanqing's assets were undeniably excellent, making this choice unnecessary.

However, my understanding of Wanqing was still far from sufficient.

What kind of experiences had she, now twenty-five, had gone through in the past? My colleagues
' suggestive remarks kept flashing through my mind, and Team Leader Li's seemingly professional analysis only fueled my thoughts.

When the car finally pulled into the villa's courtyard, I immediately called Wanqing, who
answered almost instantly.

"Honey, are you sure you're eating out tonight? What time will you be home?"

Looking at my watch, it was just before six. Wanqing chuckled, "Grilled steak, sirloin steak,
fine wine, and lovely background music—none of it for you. I'll probably be home around nine tonight, since I need
to sober up before driving. You can go have your hotpot with your friends, bye!"

I hung up immediately and walked into the house, taking the elevator straight to the third floor.

A spacious bedroom, a luxuriously decorated bedroom, a cozy bedroom—this was Wanqing and my love nest.
After changing my clothes, I thoughtfully surveyed the room.

The villa was truly enormous, three floors above ground and three below. Although I'd lived here for almost half a year,
my understanding of it was still quite limited.

After all, with dozens of rooms and hundreds of pieces of furniture, and me always going out after work, I
rarely have the opportunity to thoroughly search every nook and cranny.

But now it seems necessary. If I want to understand my wife's past, I should start with her home
.

I opened the dressing table, which was dazzlingly filled with jewelry and ornaments. This is a woman's little paradise, but a place that
men wouldn't even bother to approach.

There was really nothing new here, just jewelry and some inexplicable
cosmetics, nothing interesting at all.

After getting the expected result, I really didn't know how to investigate further.

Wanqing's past? This topic is too broad. Whether it's a possible ex-boyfriend or
her relationships during school, how can I find clues from her home?

The graduation album is a good choice, but in such a big house, where would she put that?

The bedroom, which I chose, has been my bed for so long, and the bedside table and wardrobe are nothing special. I
usually for playing online games, so there shouldn't be anything there that she hasn't looked at in years.

However, this was still better than wandering aimlessly around the entire villa like a headless fly. Who knew
I might stumble upon a rascal who looked like Wanqing's ex-boyfriend after flipping through a photo album?

With this thought in mind, I scanned the spacious and well-stocked study with a probing eye.

The bookshelves were numerous and filled with books, mostly on business management. Opening
the cabinet doors stacks of files, documents, and metal boxes.

After randomly pulling out a few file folders with extremely dull titles, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh.

Graduation albums, diaries—where would Wanqing have kept these things? My
gaze fell on the Apple all-in-one computer on the desk. This was the one Wanqing used for working from home; I
never even bothered to turn it on.

The computer booted up quickly. I knew the password, but after logging in, facing this rather unfamiliar and
cumbersome operating system, I finally managed to open "My Photos" and "My Documents."

However, there was nothing useful inside, just some ordinary work files.

As for the photos, the first ones I saw were even just honeymoon photos of Wanqing and me.

In the photos, Wanqing was wearing black sunglasses and a white chiffon dress, leaning against the railing of a cruise ship bound for Australia,
smiling at me.

Although her long, beautiful legs were hidden up to her heels by the dress, the low-cut V-neck revealed a large expanse of snow
-white skin, and her fair feet in Greek sandals made her even more sexy.

Ironically, we hadn't slept together yet, but we still had our honeymoon.

After a quick scan, I did find a folder of photos titled "College Friends," but in preview mode
, it was just her posing with a group of girls. It might be a treasure for a guy with a crush on a goddess
, but it wasn't something I cared about.

However, I did notice a detail: all these photos were taken by Wanqing in China, and she
went to the US early in her junior year to apply to an Ivy League university.

In other words, maybe the overseas "College Friends" photos would be more interesting, but after searching around,
this was the only folder I found.

Yes, that's it! I immediately realized that since Wanqing was able to preserve photos of her early university life, she must have even more materials from her
time .

Perhaps she'd be on Facebook, but when I checked her account, I found she hadn't set a password. The same went for Twitter, so I had to
give up for now.

Suddenly, I felt hungry. It took me a moment to realize that even though I'd told Wanqing I had a party tonight, I
hadn't eaten yet.

With a wry smile, I turned off my computer and left the study.

Walking into the hallway, my gaze swept over the next room, and a thought struck me.

That was the room I lived in before Wanqing and I shared a bed. It was right next to the study door outside the master bedroom, its
balcony only a meter or so away from the master bedroom's balcony—a clever layout.

Because the door was ajar, I could see a corner of the bed inside.

It looked a bit messy.

I pushed the door open completely and slowly walked in.

Since Wanqing and I had been sharing a bed two months ago, this room was usually unoccupied, and the curtains were almost always
drawn , so the bed shouldn't have been disturbed.

But now, the sheets looked rather disheveled. For a moment, I was confused. Had Wanqing used
this bed to fold clothes? But the sheets shouldn't be this messy, like a naughty child had rolled around on them
.

I shook my head and smiled, then went over to smooth them out.

However, as soon as my hand touched the sheet, I felt something strange.

The sheet was a bit stiff.

A thought struck me, and my large hand began to feel all over the sheet.

It was probably in the very center of the bed that the sheet had hardened, but it wasn't just that
area ; the headboard and pillowcases were also somewhat stiff.

I immediately turned on the light. The blue striped sheet was indeed the one I had used before, the only difference being that
it was very messy, and a large area of the fabric had hardened!

Laundry detergent?

As someone with a high sex drive and a long history of prostitution, I immediately found an answer for myself.

An answer that I found utterly unbelievable.

I shook my head vigorously, my mind a complete mess, my heart pounding, my IQ starting to
drop. Faced with this highly suspicious aftermath, I was completely unable to process what had happened.

I bent down, brought my nose close to the sheets, and sniffed hard. There was indeed a smell, not
the smell of freshly washed or long-unused fabric, but not the odor I had suspected either.

That was natural; although the house wasn't very well-ventilated or dark, it wasn't a damp place either. Within a few hours,
any related odors in the air would have mostly dissipated into dust.

If… they really existed.

My heart pounded, a feeling of anger and frustration building in my chest, though not particularly
intense.

Instead, a strong urge to act made my heart spasm, compelling me to take
decisive action, to try and uncover the truth.

It seemed the conclusion was fairly certain, or perhaps not; I didn't know. Similarly, if this were true,
I didn't know how to handle it. With

my heart pounding rapidly, my blood rushed through my body. All I wanted to know was,
if they existed, what else had been left here.

I walked around the bed to the side near the window, my gaze drawn to the trash can at the foot of the bed.

The foot-tall trash can, its heavy white color making my eyes widen.

There were countless sheets of toilet paper, clearly used, piled densely in the bin, obviously
pushed in when it was about to overflow.

Even so, it still filled almost half the bin.

I rubbed my fingers together and picked up a small clump.

The toilet paper was already dry, folded together in small sections, clearly having been completely soaked, and there were definitely many of them in
this shape.

I picked up three clumps in total, which made up four pull-out sheets of toilet paper that could be laid flat, and they were definitely in
a state of being soaked and then dried.

Then, I finally smelled a scent, a scent I had been waiting for.

The scent wasn't too strong, but it was still very clear; after all, there was a lot of toilet paper piled up in the trash can, it
certainly couldn't have accumulated overnight.

My heart was beating faster, the spasm feeling was stronger, and I felt very excited.

This exciting feeling was strange, like discovering a new continent, like opening Pandora's box, or even
a combination of both.

My gaze swept back and forth between the trash can and the sheets, pondering how many nights it would take to accumulate
this much, or what level of intensity it would require to achieve such a quantitative change. As the answer vaguely surfaced in my mind
, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

When did it start? When was the last time? Why... here of all places?

I was fairly certain that the earliest time was four months after our wedding, two months ago, when I
first moved out of this bedroom and started sleeping next door with Wanqing.

Accumulating this much in two months, the frequency... it was simply unimaginable, even making me wonder
if Wanqing's sudden act of mercy four months later was related to this.

I recalled my first time sleeping with Wanqing; she always glared at me fiercely, almost making me
lose my erection. Plus, my size was too large, and her vagina too narrow, so that first time wasn't very pleasant.

But during penetration... she was definitely a virgin... A strange thought flashed through my mind—hymenoplasty
.

As a mature 21st-century youth, I easily considered this possibility.

I could completely understand, even feel gratified, this well-intentioned deception, because it also
showed, to some extent, that Wanqing cared deeply about our marriage.

Then, why here? In this very bedroom I just moved out of, even next to the master bedroom?

Could it be that...this person not only had...that kind of relationship with Wanqing, but had also deeply penetrated
her life?

So, for some reason, Wanqing only started sleeping with me four months after our marriage, but immediately
treated the bedroom I used to live in as...What was Wanqing thinking? What was the purpose of this trick? Was it the thrill of having
her husband next door? If so, was the thrill for the man or for Wanqing?
Whose idea was this trick?

Ultimately, who was that person?

My heart began to race, because I immediately realized that this matter had very deep undercurrents, perhaps even deeper than the truth.
It's to a degree I can hardly bear.

If Wanqing was the one initiating it, simply seeking thrills, that's still good news; but if
that other person was initiating it, with some ulterior motive, then it's a huge problem.

And speaking of which, during the time I made love with Wanqing, her performance was consistently terrible. Although she came
relatively easily, she ejaculated quickly and then needed a long rest, just like a man after ejaculation.

If she behaved the same way with that other man… then the situation would be truly serious.

I slapped my forehead hard. What am I thinking?

Wanqing's continued poor performance means there's a possibility of coercion,
and it . But if Wanqing performed well, even passionately… wouldn't the problem be more serious?!

I slumped onto the bed, wanting to complain about how smart I was.

If only I hadn't considered all these possibilities and had simply and angrily questioned Wanqing about
her infidelity… how easy would that have been?

But, in the end…

Wanqing…

Looking around at my surroundings, my penis felt a stirring.

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