【Confusion】(01-28) Author: Tsukimitsu

Author: Yue Mingguang
Word Count: 142119

Chapter 1

Ding-dong… Ding-dong… Who is it! Wen Hao, who was sitting on the sofa watching a movie, got up to open the door. As soon as he opened it,
he saw Tingting walk in with an exceptionally rosy face. Judging from her complexion alone, Wen Hao knew that Ruan Yuting must have drunk quite a bit at the karaoke bar with
her colleagues . Although Wen Hao knew that drinking at a karaoke bar was a normal thing,
he was a little unhappy to see Yuting having difficulty even taking off her high heels.

Unhappy as he was, Wen Hao still went over to help Yuting. Looking at Tingting, who had both a great figure and a
beautiful face, Wen Hao asked, "How much did you drink?" "Just a little bit," Yuting said, her eyes crinkling into
slits as she smiled, kissed her husband's cheek, and then walked towards the bathroom on her own.

Just as Wen Hao was about to go back to the bedroom to continue browsing the news, he saw Tingting's long, slender, white legs, and Wen
Hao's brows suddenly furrowed. If he remembered correctly, Tingting was wearing black stockings before she left home, but when she came back from the karaoke bar
, the stockings were gone?

Could they have been torn off by another man?

This sudden thought struck Wenhao like a blow to the head, the pain almost making him
breathless.

In Wenhao's memory, Tingting had given him her virginity; she wouldn't have messed around with other men. So
he figured that perhaps while she was drinking, she accidentally spilled alcohol or a beverage on her stockings, so she simply
took them off .

To verify his theory, Wenhao went to the bathroom. Perhaps because she was in a hurry to urinate,
Tingting hadn't locked the door.

Gently pushing the door open, seeing Tingting's exposed, snow-white buttocks, Wenhao was about to ask, "Stockings…"
when he saw that the underwear hanging at Tingting's knees wasn't the same pair she had worn before leaving, and it was even a style he had never seen before.
His legs went weak.

"We don't have that style at home."

Hearing this, Yuting knew her husband had seen the underwear. She turned to look at him, her brows furrowing. Seeing
the smile vanish from Tingting's face, Wenhao, sensing something was wrong, asked, "You...did another man take advantage of you while
you were drunk and have sex with you?"

Hearing her husband's words and seeing the suspicion in his eyes, Yuting said unhappily, "I drank more
than usual , so I was wondering what might have happened while I was drinking. Anyway, my underwear wasn't
the same one I wore before, so I was wondering if I put it on the wrong pair while playing games."

"Playing games?... "

"Anyway, I've never done anything to betray you."

Wenhao didn't care whether Tingting had done anything to betray him; he wanted to know what kind of game could be related to wearing
underwear . And Tingting said she put it on the wrong pair, so didn't that mean two or more women had
taken off their underwear in the karaoke bar?

The thought of several men watching, his wife slowly pulling down her underwear, or other men
holding Tingting down and pulling it off her body, or even losing a betting game, made him think she had been touched by
other men. Thinking about Tingting moaning in front of other men, his large penis hardened.

Wenhao pushed Tingting, who was still clinging to him, away. Tingting had been drinking, so the
push from her husband caused her to stumble back several steps and land on the edge of the bed. Luckily, it was a double bed; if it had been the floor,
she would have fallen hard.

Seeing her husband's wide-eyed rage, still not fully sober, she realized she'd said the wrong thing and
quickly explained, "Half an hour before the break, some male colleagues went to eat barbecue, leaving only
the five of female colleagues at the karaoke bar. Then Sister Li suggested playing games, saying that we couldn't let men
see us, so we played dice, and whoever lost had to take off their underwear. I guess they put the wrong ones on later;
I don't know whose they were."

Despite Tingting's impeccable explanation, Wenhao still suspected her of having an affair.

"Okay, I'll go wash up and come keep you company," Wenhao smiled and left.

After her husband left, Yu Ting let out a long sigh of relief. She gently touched her chest, her
snow-white breasts, hidden beneath the semi-transparent fabric, swaying several times with the touch of her fingers.

Wen Hao went into the bathroom and immediately pulled out the underwear that didn't belong to Ting Ting from the bucket. Staring at the
fabric that had once touched Ting Ting's vulva, seeing only a dampness, he picked it up and kissed it deeply.
There was only the damp smell, no semen stains. Wen Hao breathed a slight sigh of relief. If he had seen semen stains, Wen Hao would definitely
have made a scene with Ting Ting. Although he hadn't found concrete evidence of Ting Ting's infidelity, Wen Hao worried that Ting Ting was just trying
to cover it up. "Seeing is believing!"

Entering the bedroom, Wen Hao found Ting Ting already asleep. Looking at Ting Ting's peaceful face, Wen Hao, standing by the bed,
showed no joy. If what happened before hadn't occurred, he probably would have already pulled down Tingting's panties
and made love to her, shoving his large penis into her mouth and making her hold it with both hands, or even making her kneel down
and fuck him from behind.

With a long sigh, Wenhao thought about what had happened in the years since he married Tingting. After dating for six months,
an unexpected pregnancy led to a hasty marriage certificate. For the next five years, Tingting was a
very responsible wife and mother. Occasionally, praise from colleagues or friends made Wenhao feel that marrying Tingting was
the best decision he had ever made.

Even when he occasionally heard friends talking about Tingting, Wenhao didn't take it seriously. In his view,
even if every woman in the world cheated, Tingting would never cheat. But because he had trusted Tingting too much before,
when Wenhao vaguely felt that Tingting might have been fooling around with another man tonight, he naturally felt terrible. He even felt that
her vagina had been entered by another man, and even filled with semen. Tingting went to
the bathroom , which made him even more suspicious that she was destroying evidence.

The thought of that scene made Wenhao feel nauseous. He told himself not to think too much about it and lay
down.

The next morning, a groggy Wenhao was awakened by a pleasurable sensation. Yuting was rubbing his
large penis. Since Wenhao hadn't been intimate with Yuting for almost a week, he immediately rolled her over and pinned her beneath him
. One hand caressed her beautiful breasts, which he adored, while the other
licked . Simultaneously, he reached out with his right hand, grabbed Yuting's right leg, and
forcefully pressed his already rock-hard penis against her soaking wet vulva.

"Ah...no...um...um...you're so mean...um..." Yu Ting's earlobes were her
most sensitive spot besides her nipples. Under Wen Hao's skillful caresses, she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck
and began to moan passionately, actively arching her upper body to offer her proud breasts to her husband's tongue. Her buttocks also
involuntarily writhed, allowing her husband's penis to grind against her vagina. Her husband's penis
easily penetrated her already completely wet vagina.

At the moment of deep union, both of them simultaneously let out a long, deliberately suppressed but
relieved moan. Yu Ting had actually wanted to make love very much last night, but later, while waiting for Wen Hao in bed,
she fell asleep.

"Ah...husband, you're so good...um...um...oh...ah...it feels so good...um..."
A strong wave of pleasure washed over her, causing Yu Ting's delicate body to tremble. She had to bite her lip tightly to try and suppress her
cries .

The husband, with one arm around Yu Ting's waist, thrust forcefully, teasing his wife with words. Yu Ting's
voice was sweet and slightly childlike; her moans were the ultimate temptation for Wen Hao.

Thinking of this honeyed hole that might have already been violated, Wen Hao channeled all his anger into power, thrusting forcefully
into Yu Ting's honeyed hole. Yu Ting, with her eyes half-closed, enjoyed the impact and pleasure her husband was giving her. Her husband had never been
this good before, and she couldn't help but tease him, "Honey, you're so good today, I love it."

Seemingly encouraged by Yu Ting, Wen Hao thrust even harder. The intense thrusting made Wen Hao feel his
penis being tightly gripped. Yu Ting, in his arms, bit her lip and made whimpering sounds. Wen Hao knew this meant
Yu Ting was close to orgasm, so he quickened the pace and began his final thrusts. Several powerful thrusts, the intense sensation of
hitting the cervix, made him unable to hold back any longer. He forcefully pushed his penis to the deepest part of her honeyed hole,
ejaculating a large amount of hot semen with a low, satisfied growl.

Each sexual encounter only satisfied Yuting once, leaving her feeling something was missing.

Holding Yuting, whose skin was covered in a layer of fragrant sweat, Wenhao said, "Don't play those weird games anymore."

"Don't worry, if we do play them again, I won't wear my colleague's underwear back; I'll come back naked."
The playful Yuting didn't directly answer her husband's question. But she felt her husband's fingers suddenly increase in pressure,
realizing he was a little unhappy, and quickly said, "Okay, I remember. Honey, lie down a little longer; I'm going to make breakfast
. You were great today, so I'm going to make an extra fried egg as a reward." Before Wenhao could react,
Yuting kissed her husband's lips, put on her camisole, and ran away.

Looking at Yuting in her camisole nightgown, her body curves faintly visible, Wenhao suddenly felt a sense of fear. He was afraid that
this beauty had been touched by other men, perhaps every inch of her skin had been kissed, and then that man had bitten her vulva while
praising her incessantly.

Wenhao gently patted his face to clear his mind, then pulled the blanket over his head.
Just then, Tingting's phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly rang.

Wenhao, still under the covers, reached for the phone, but Tingting suddenly rushed in and
picked it up with a slightly flustered look.

Chapter 2

"Hello," she answered the phone and went out. "I'm making breakfast, that's all for now, we'll talk later."

Wenhao had assumed Tingting would put the phone on the bedside table after hanging up, but instead,
she went straight into the kitchen, head down, looking at her phone. Although calling friends or colleagues was perfectly normal,
Tingting's earlier flustered behavior made Wenhao feel uneasy. Plus, last night Tingting hadn't
worn and had instead worn such provocative underwear, so Wenhao vaguely suspected she was hiding something from him. As
a man, Wenhao's biggest fear was that Tingting was cheating on him. Thinking of Tingting
moaning and groaning , Wenhao couldn't sleep, so he immediately got up.

After getting dressed, Wenhao went into the kitchen. Glancing around casually, he didn't see his phone, so he
walked over and said, "Let me borrow your phone to make a call."

"Wouldn't it be more convenient to use your own phone?" she smiled, turning her head.

"My phone's earpiece is a bit faulty; I need to take it to get fixed."

Since her husband had put it that way, she had no reason to refuse, so she picked up
the phone, which was hidden by peanut oil, and handed it to her husband, who had already walked behind her.

Glancing at Tingting's pert, shapely buttocks, Wenhao walked out.

Standing in the living room, Wenhao checked his call log. What deepened his suspicion was that he couldn't find the previous
call record. That meant that after Tingting hung up the phone, she had deleted the call. Just from this
small action, Wenhao knew that Tingting had definitely done something to betray him.

Finding no signs of infidelity, Wenhao went back into the kitchen. After handing the phone to Tingting, Wenhao asked, "Who called
just now ?"

"It was that female colleague who took my underwear," he paused, placing a fried egg onto his plate,
and continued, "She just said she was having an affair with her husband and questioned her about it. And then,
her answers were basically the same as what I said last night. She also said the underwear was cheap, so she didn't need to change it."

"Since it was a female colleague, did you need to delete the call history?" Looking at the frying pan, he frowned and
said, "I don't remember deleting it. I probably pressed it accidentally. Go wake Miaomiao up,
wash her face, and then she can have breakfast."

After a moment of silence, Wenhao went out without saying a word. He gently pushed open the door to his daughter's bedroom and saw
her eyes open, still hugging her Grey Wolf doll. Wenhao walked over and said, "Baby, it's time to get up."

Yawning, sleepy-eyed Miaomiao crawled to her father and hugged his neck. After pouting and
kissing her father's cheek, Miaomiao yawned and pressed her face against his.

"I need to pee,"

Wenhao said. He wanted to tell his daughter to go to the bathroom by herself, but seeing her clinging to him, he
knew what she was planning. So he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. While

she was peeing, Wenhao brushed his teeth.

Seeing his daughter about to stand up after she finished, Wenhao mumbled, "You need to wipe yourself with toilet paper."

"That's too much trouble."

"Don't expect me to wipe you. You're five years old now."

With a long sigh, as if preoccupied, Miaomiao secretly wiped her slightly damp area with toilet paper.
She then stood up and pulled up her cartoon underwear.

Next, the father and daughter stood side-by-side brushing their teeth.

*Gulp…*

Hearing his daughter swallow the foam, Wenhao was utterly exasperated.

Wenhao wanted to give his daughter a good talking-to, but seeing her innocent smile, he felt a surge of tenderness.
He pointed to his mouth and slowly spat the foam into the sink. Understanding,
Miaomiao nodded and spat the last bit of foam into the sink before rinsing her mouth.

After breakfast, she found her husband a clean suit. Then, as usual, she helped
him put it on and tied his tie. Although her husband worked at her own tea shop, she still wanted
him to dress formally.

After removing the cotton thread stuck to the hem of his clothes, she began to change. Working as an accountant at Xingsheng Construction Company,
her salary was low, and she occasionally had to travel to nearby counties and cities. If the journey was long, she even had to spend the night in one of the counties or cities.
Business trips are fine, but Wenhao just doesn't like Tingting staying overnight in hotels or guesthouses, especially when she's
traveling with male colleagues or bosses.

He's talked to Tingting about this several times before, but each time she uses the idea of "
mutual trust between husband and wife" to pressure him. Because of this, Wenhao wants Tingting to settle down as a housewife or
help out at the tea shop, but she insists on staying at the construction company where she's occasionally very busy.

After changing into a white women's blouse and a gray pencil skirt, she stands in front of the full-length mirror combing her hair and says, "Honey, I'm going to the local tax bureau in Tieshan
today get an invoice and then give it to the contractor there, so I won't
be back for lunch. After Miaomiao gets out of school, just pick her up and take her to eat somewhere near the
shop . If all goes well, I should be back before evening."

Wenhao has heard this kind of talk countless times over the years, so he should be numbly giving a perfunctory reply. Because
of what happened last night, Wenhao, who already had a grudge, was very unhappy. He even worried that Tingting was using the business trip
as an excuse to with some man.

"Could you come help me at the shop?"

Hearing her husband's question, she put down her comb and asked, "Isn't Xiaolin helping you?"

"It's always good to have another person," Wenhao paused, looking at Tingting's D-cup breasts, and continued,
"You only make 2,500 a month at that company, so it's better for you to come help me at the shop. It's easier for the two of you to work
together , and didn't we agree to buy a new house near the shop? Once we buy the new house, you
can work at the shop, that would be so convenient."

"Let's wait until we buy the new house. Anyway, I can't quit my job anytime soon," she said, kissing
her husband on the lips and smiling sweetly, "Honey, I know you're worried, but you can rest assured,
I will never be lured away by another man. Okay, we should probably head out now."

Wenhao wanted to say something more, but seeing Tingting's face blooming like a flower, he realized
he might be overthinking things and walked out. Picking up their daughter, who was wearing a white tulle dress, Wenhao and Tingting went out together.
After driving his daughter to kindergarten and then dropping Tingting off at her company, Wenhao headed to his tea shop. Parking
across the street, he looked out.

Seeing

the shop door open, knowing Gu Jinglin had arrived, Wenhao felt a sense of relief. Gu Jinglin was
an employee Wenhao had hired last year; besides cleaning and sales, she was also responsible for brewing and serving tea—
basically she handled everything. Because business was better this year, Wenhao not only gave Gu
Jinglin a raise but also planned to hire another female employee to handle tea sales.

As for Gu Jinglin, given her natural beauty, Wenhao intended for her to specialize in brewing and serving tea.
Crossing the street and entering the shop, Wenhao didn't see Gu Jinglin. Hearing crying coming from the restroom, Wenhao immediately
went over.

Seeing the restroom door ajar, he pushed it open.

Seeing that the tall and slender Gu Jinglin was only wearing a bikini and flesh-colored stockings, her high, full breasts
trembled slightly with her sobs, Wen Hao quickly closed the door.

Realizing that it was her boss, Wen Hao, who had just opened the door, Gu Jinglin's face flushed red, so she hurriedly began to put on
a cheongsam . After putting on the cheongsam, which accentuated her figure perfectly, Gu Jinglin walked out. Seeing Wenhao feeding the fish in the tank
, Gu Jinglin, whose long hair was already tied up, wiped her eyes and said, "Boss, I'm sorry."

"I should be the one apologizing," Wenhao asked, looking at Gu Jinglin's red eyes, "Did your
husband bully you?"

"Just some sand got in my eyes."

Hearing this answer, Wenhao couldn't help but laugh and said, "Jinglin, if you're going to make an excuse, make it
better, like you have conjunctivitis. Anyway, you've been here for a year, there's no need
to hide anything. Tell me, did he bully you?"

"It's really nothing," Gu Jinglin said with a smile through her tears. Seeing that Gu Jinglin didn't want to answer, Wenhao didn't want to force her.

After the brief conversation, Gu Jinglin started cleaning as usual. Gu Jinglin had a great figure, especially
when she wore a tight cheongsam, her curves were prominent, although her breasts were a little small, but looking at that
S-curve that could easily fascinate men, Wenhao's throat was still a little dry. Wenhao wasn't a promiscuous man, but
before had visited clubs a few times with friends and slept with a few women. After marriage, because of his happy family
life, he hadn't been to any clubs, even when invited by friends.

However, because of the alluring Gu Jinglin at the club, Wenhao, being a normal man, still felt a surge of desire. But
Gu Jinglin was a woman who upheld traditional virtues, so Wenhao maintained a certain distance from her.

There were fewer customers in the morning, especially without reservations, so after cleaning, Gu Jinglin
brewed a cup of tea for Wenhao and sat down on a bench to enjoy it. Gu Jinglin's tea-drinking movements were elegant,
and coupled with her refined, Jiangnan-style demeanor, when Wenhao saw Gu Jinglin slowly open her thin lips,
press them against the teacup, take a small sip, and then lick her lips with her red tongue, Wenhao felt his penis
slowly harden, fantasizing that those red lips weren't holding the cup, but his penis.

Seeing Gu Jinglin sipping her tea with a dazed expression, Wenhao couldn't help but ask, "Jinglin, are you having some trouble
? If you need money, I can give you an advance on my salary."

"I'm fine,"

Gu Jinglin replied, still trying to deflect the question. Wenhao, wanting to know what had happened, said, "We get along well..."
"That's right, there's no one else here, you can tell me anything. Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret." Hearing
Wen Hao's words, Gu Jinglin, looking at him somewhat confusedly, asked, "Boss, are you going to ask your friends to do
it ...?"

"Do what?"

"Do what with your wife?"

"Do what with my wife?" Wen Hao, still lost in his fantasies, didn't react. "Oh, it's... it's
having sex."

Oh, asking your friends to have sex with you, ah... Now that he realized what was happening, Wen Hao jumped up from the stool
.

Hearing Gu Jinglin's words, a very wicked, even immoral scene immediately appeared in Wen Hao's mind.
Just like in AVs, two men were playing with Gu Jinglin's body at the same time. Gu Jinglin was kneeling there,
one man was fucking her vagina from behind with his penis, and the other man was standing and holding his penis, slapping her face and making her lick his penis.
One of the men was Gu Jinglin's husband.

Wen Hao, who had never fantasized about such a scene, had his penis completely hard.

Looking at Gu Jinglin's gloomy expression, Wen Hao wanted to slap himself. How could he have thought of that scene? But
Wen Hao really couldn't control his mind, so that scene kept replaying in his head. He even
heard Gu Jinglin's moans. Ah… Seeing that Wen Hao didn't speak, Gu
Jinglin realized she had said something she shouldn't have. She said, "I'm sorry, boss, just pretend I didn't say anything." To ease the somewhat awkward
situation , Gu Jinglin immediately walked out.

Although Wen Hao was the boss, he allowed Gu Jinglin to walk around the shop when there were no customers. But
because Gu Jinglin always wore a dark red cheongsam to work, a very eye-catching garment, especially her
style which couldn't completely cover her thighs, Gu Jinglin basically wouldn't leave the shop, and didn't even like
standing near the entrance.

Because passing men would always stare at her. Seeing Gu Jinglin walk out of the shop,
Wen Hao, realizing her mood had worsened, hurriedly said, "Xiao Lin, I think we should have a serious talk." Suddenly standing
up , Wen Hao forgot his erection and rushed out to grab Gu Jinglin, who was walking away with her head down. Gu
Jinglin suddenly looked at her boss's erection, its prominent bulge making her realize he had been fantasizing about her.
Her face flushed red, and she timidly said, "Could you give me half a day off? I'll come to work this afternoon."

"Are you planning to go shopping in a cheongsam?" Wen Hao's question made Gu Jinglin even more uncomfortable.

Seeing Gu Jinglin's slightly flushed face, Wen Hao said, "You've been here for over a year,
and you've helped me a lot during that time. So I hope you're always happy and that you can
stay in . Come, sit here and tell me everything that happened. I
'll definitely help if I can."

Seeing that Wen Hao was already sitting on the bench and had poured her some tea, Gu Jinglin hesitated for a moment before walking over.

Sitting down next to Wen Hao, Gu Jinglin, somewhat reserved, said, "Boss, I didn't really want to
tell anyone about this. I only brought it up before because I hadn't considered the seriousness of the situation. Anyway, the fewer people who know, the better,
so please don't ask any more questions."

"I can answer your question," Wen Hao paused, glancing at the somewhat pitiful
Gu Jinglin, and said, "Married couples should be loyal to each other and not mess around outside. And
as a husband, I have a duty to protect my wife, so I absolutely cannot allow another man to do 'that' with my wife
or be with her. If I did, I would be struck by lightning. But since you asked,
I guessed your husband would make this request. Since I already know the general outline, you might as well explain things
clearly so I can determine how to help you."

"Even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes," Gu Jinglin sighed, taking a deep breath. "My husband and I
have been married for three years. For the first two years, our relationship was great, but in the last year, it's been terrible. We can't even talk
to each other anymore. Six months ago, he brought up divorce, which I didn't agree to. He said that since we don't have
children and there's no passion left, it's better to divorce and find someone else. But I'm a very conservative woman, and I
don't want to become a divorced woman, so I haven't agreed. The other night, he suddenly became very
passionate and even... had sex with me twice. I thought he had changed his mind and wanted to settle down with me, but who knew he
would make that kind of request?"

Wen Hao knew that Gu Jinglin's husband's request was for a threesome, but he still wanted to hear it from Gu Jinglin herself, so
he asked with a serious face, "What request?"

"It's what I told you before."

"Could you be more specific?"

Gu Jinglin had a good impression of the easygoing Wen Hao, and since he had never done anything inappropriate to her,
she said, "The night before last, he asked me if I wanted to try two men. At the time, I didn't understand what he meant,
but then he said he was going to call a good friend over for a threesome, and then he'd make me feel good. I'm his wife, how could he
say something like that? So the night before last, we argued again. This morning before I left, he stopped me and said that
if I didn't plan to do that, he was going to take me to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce. I don't want a divorce, and I don't want to
do that with two men, so I don't know what to do."

At this point, Gu Jinglin began to choke up, continuing, "I know I've met a bastard, a beast, but
I just don't want a divorce. Sometimes I really feel like I'm a complete idiot." "

You really should divorce him," Wen Hao said, moving slightly closer to Gu Jinglin and placing a hand on her shoulder
. "If you want to cry, you can lean on my shoulder."

"If your wife sees this, she'll definitely make a scene."

"She's away on a business trip and won't be back until tonight or tomorrow, so if you're not going home for lunch, have
lunch with me and Miaomiao."

Hearing Wenhao's words, Gu Jinglin slowly rested her head on his shoulder. She turned slightly and suddenly
wrapped around his shoulder, pressing her body—a body many men desired—against him. Her breasts pressed against
his arm. Although there were two layers of fabric between them, it didn't matter to Wenhao. His heart raced with excitement at Gu Jinglin's
sudden action; he hadn't expected her to do this.
Coupled with the faint fragrance emanating from her, the captivated Wenhao couldn't help but embrace her, noticing that her
waist was even thinner than he had imagined. His penis hardened again, and he had to squeeze his pants to allow it to...
As time passed, Gu Jinglin, deeply depressed, completely failed to notice.

Wen Hao wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say, so, feeling Gu Jinglin's delicate body trembling slightly
, he gently stroked her back with his other hand. Many women enjoy
having their backs touched when they're feeling down, especially when they're embracing. Clearly, Gu Jinglin liked it too. So when Wen Hao comforted her
like this , she, who had originally intended to let go, held onto him, a strange feeling igniting within her.

Realizing that Gu Jinglin might like him, Wen Hao wanted to be intimate with her. The shop doors were still open,
so they couldn't go too far. Wen Hao lowered his head and kissed Gu Jinglin's forehead. Before he could even look up,
Gu Jinglin grabbed his head and kissed him back. As if given permission, Wen Hao also embraced the beautiful woman and kissed her
deeply , excitedly sending his tongue into Gu Jinglin's mouth, sucking her saliva.

Hmm…

one hand had already caressed her high, firm breasts, kneading them… hmm… the other hand slowly slid down her back
, inching closer to her protruding buttocks. Just as Wenhao was about to touch her, his damn phone
suddenly rang.

Hearing the sound, Gu Jinglin quickly let go, wiped her eyes, and stood up. Glancing at
Gu Jinglin, who was staring somewhat flusteredly at the tea in the glass cabinet, a slightly annoyed Wenhao could only stand up to get his phone.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Wenhao answered, “Hello.”

“This is SF Express. Are you Wenhao?”

Wenhao didn’t remember shopping online, so he asked, somewhat confused, “Yes,
what’s up?”

“Your package has arrived. Please come downstairs to pick it up.”

Obviously, the deliveryman was standing on the first floor of his apartment building. Although he didn’t know
what , Wenhao guessed that Tingting had left his name and phone number when she shopped online. However
, in Wenhao's memory, Tingting usually used her company address or tea shop address, why would she
use her residential address? They weren't usually home, so using a residential address was clearly inappropriate.

It wouldn't be appropriate for Wenhao to go back and get it now, so he said, "Just leave it with the security guard,
I'll pick it up after work."

"Okay."

After Wenhao hung up, Gu Jinglin asked, "What's wrong?"

"The delivery," she shrugged, looking at Gu Jinglin's still slightly flushed face, Wenhao asked, "Have
you thought about how to resolve this?"

"I guess there are only two possibilities," Gu Jinglin said with a forced smile, "One is
divorce, the other is having sex with his friend."

Although Gu Jinglin didn't elaborate, Wenhao still thought of that scene based on her words.
He realized that Gu Jinglin might be having sex with two men at the same time. Wenhao had actually thought about similar scenarios,
except the female protagonist was his Tingting. But thinking about it was one thing, Wenhao had no intention of acting on it. Because Tingting could only belong to
him alone. Belong to him alone?

The sudden thought filled Wenhao with dread. He couldn't forget
the scene last night when Tingting came home without her stockings and wearing someone else's underwear. Coupled with Tingting's panicked reaction to the phone call this morning, and her subsequent deletion of
the call log, Wenhao became extremely uneasy. He felt that Tingting no longer belonged to him alone.

Seeing Wenhao's serious expression, Gu Jinglin said, "Boss, this is my family matter, so I'll handle it myself
. You don't need to worry about it. Anyway, no matter the outcome, I'll still go to work as usual."

"You told me before that you didn't want a divorce, even though you no longer had feelings for each other," Wenhao paused, then
continued, "So, if he clings to this point and even invites his friends over, will you comply
or resist?"

After a moment of silence, Gu Jinglin said, "I don't know."

"You'll comply."

"No!"

"You absolutely will," Wenhao said with absolute certainty. "From your silence just now, I knew you would comply.
If you were thinking of resisting, you wouldn't have needed to remain silent for so long. Even if you won't comply, your
silence shows that you're still wavering. In my impression, you're a hardworking
woman who's somewhat submissive, so things will definitely develop in the direction you least want to go. Xiaolin, if I'm not mistaken,
if you comply with your husband this time, he will definitely bring different men home frequently in the future, standing aside watching
those men penetrate your vagina."

Gu Jinglin didn't know what to do, and with Wenhao's tone so certain, she
felt that things would really be as Wenhao said. Even when Wenhao said the last sentence, Gu Jinglin
imagined herself being pinned down by a man other than her husband, that man's penis thrusting into her vagina. Moreover,
this man was someone she had never met before. Thinking of that scene, Gu Jinglin became more and more fearful and uneasy; her
legs even went weak, and she leaned against the glass cabinet.

"Let's get a divorce."

Hearing these three words, Gu Jinglin gave a dry laugh and said, "I know he's not good to me, and I know divorce
is the best choice, but I'm worried that I'll never find another partner after the divorce. Even if the current situation isn't
as , as long as it's not unacceptable, I basically won't choose divorce."

"Then you're an extremely stupid woman." "

It seems so," Gu Jinglin said, taking a deep breath,

"

Actually, this is my family matter, and I shouldn't have told you. Anyway, if my husband
really dares to bring other men home and want 'that,' I will definitely fight back. If I can't fight back alone,
I'll call you, Boss."

Even if she called, by the time Wen Hao arrived, Gu Jinglin would probably already have been defiled. Despite this, Wen Hao still
smiled and said, "As long as it's not the middle of the night, I'll rush over to save you."

"Thank you, Boss." Wen

Hao smiled, not knowing what to say. At this moment, a customer came in, so Gu
Jinglin, with a sweet smile, immediately went to greet him. The tea shop had been open for almost three years, and for the first year or so, Wen Hao had
managed it all by himself. Back then, whenever a customer walked in or even just peeked out the door, Wenhao would greet them with a smile,
almost to the point of being obsequious. However, since Gu Jinglin came to the shop, Wenhao has basically only been responsible for
drinking tea and getting to know some regular customers, and he doesn't need to waste his breath trying to sell anything.

Looking at Gu Jinglin, who smiled sweetly and seemed very approachable, Wen Hao frowned. Although Wen
Hao hadn't interacted with Gu Jinglin privately, from their interactions over the past year, he knew she was a
beautiful, well-built, and family-oriented woman. Why was her husband so cruel? The thought of Gu Jinglin
possibly crying and being forced to moan under another man while her husband watched with relish
made Wen Hao's brow furrow.

If he stood by and did nothing, this scenario might become a reality! Sigh! He had actually
thought about , but he lacked the courage to act on his desires. Compared to Gu Jinglin's husband, he wasn't even as honest as him.

Following Gu Jinglin's introduction, the customer finally chose a box of Anxi Tieguanyin tea. After paying,
the customer glanced at Gu Jinglin a couple more times and left. Every time the customer looked back at Gu Jinglin, Wen Hao felt uncomfortable. He knew
that having a beautiful woman in a cheongsam as a sales assistant would greatly improve business. But whenever customers stared at Gu
Jinglin's breasts, buttocks, or thighs like that, Wenhao always felt they had ulterior motives.

Tingting usually wore tight shirts, pencil skirts, pantyhose, and high heels to work—basically, the kind
of outfit most likely to arouse men's desires. So, when Wenhao wasn't around, he was sure many men
would stare at her body, perhaps even wanting to pin her down and have sex with her until she passed out!

Perhaps that had already happened? Maybe last night! The thought that a drunk
man might have taken advantage of Tingting last night made Wenhao want to confront her. But you
can't judge a book by its cover; unless he found concrete evidence, Tingting could refute all his assumptions! Should he follow Tingting?

Thinking that Tingting might be on her way to Tieshan County, Wenhao dismissed the idea. At 11:00 AM,
Wenhao drove to pick up his daughter. Every day at noon, Wenhao would go home for lunch because he would cook
her a delicious meal. But if he was on a business trip or working overtime, Wenhao would usually eat fast food near the shop.
Generally , this happens once or twice a month. Each time, Wenhao picks up his daughter and
brings her to the shop to eat together.

As for Gu Jinglin, she lives too far from the shop, so she
spends there. If she gets sleepy, she'll take a nap on the bench. If Wenhao happens to be there at lunchtime, Gu
Jinglin will rest on the bed upstairs.

Although they are both occasionally at the shop, they rarely eat together because
one of the shop. Today, Wenhao wouldn't have invited Gu Jinglin
to lunch if he didn't know she was in a bad mood. Twenty minutes later, Wenhao and his daughter, Miaomiao, entered the shop together.

Four-year-old Miaomiao had a strong liking for Gu Jinglin, so upon seeing Gu Jinglin's eyes narrowed into slits,
Miaomiao immediately greeted her sweetly, "Aunt Gu, good afternoon! Have you eaten yet?" Before Gu Jinglin could answer,
Wenhao, who had placed his schoolbag on the bench, said, "Aunt Gu is having lunch with us today." Looking at
Gu Jinglin with some confusion, Miaomiao asked, "Is it because my mom isn't coming home for lunch, so Aunt Gu, are you going to be my mom for lunch
?"

Hearing this, Gu Jinglin seemed a little embarrassed, and she glanced at Wenhao a couple of times. Perhaps because
she had talked to Wenhao before and even hugged and kissed him passionately, Gu Jinglin felt a strange sensation when she looked at the somewhat burly Wenhao
. And when Miaomiao said this, this feeling intensified.

Most importantly, she had always wanted a child, but her husband had always chosen contraception, so even
the seemed like a luxury to her. As for why her husband didn't want children, it was because they
were still living in a rented apartment.

Fearing her daughter might say something inappropriate again, Wenhao bent down and picked her up. He said, "Let's go to that
small stir-fry . I'll go order first, and you can come over after you change."

"Okay."

After carrying her daughter out of the shop, Gu Jinglin went into the restroom.

Gu Jinglin couldn't possibly wear a cheongsam to work; she'd be looked at like a monster by everyone. If the skirt were longer
, it probably wouldn't be a problem, but this one was really low. If she bent over,
the people standing behind her would probably see her underwear. They might even see the indentation.

After locking the restroom door, Gu Jinglin unbuttoned her cheongsam and
took it off, revealing her figure perfectly. After changing into a white long dress, Gu Jinglin came out of the restroom.

Even though lunch was just across the street, Gu Jinglin was still worried someone might come in and steal her tea. Losing ordinary
tea wasn't a big deal, but if her treasured boxes of tea were stolen, Gu Jinglin
wouldn't get paid for several months. So, after going outside, Gu Jinglin pulled down the roller shutter and locked it.

The area had a lot of pedestrian and vehicle traffic, so Gu Jinglin stood on the side of the road for a while before
carefully crossing. Entering the small restaurant, Gu Jinglin didn't see Wen Hao. Before Gu Jinglin could ask,
an older woman who recognized Gu Jinglin and Wen Hao said, "Second floor, room 206."

Hearing this, Gu Jinglin smiled and went upstairs. The private room was very small, with a square table and two chairs
on . Seeing Wen Hao and Miao Miao each sitting on one side, Gu Jinglin didn't know which side to sit on. Sitting on Wen Hao's
side would feel like a married couple. Sitting on Miao Miao's side would feel like a mother and daughter.

Seeing Gu Jinglin still hesitating, Wen Hao pulled the chair next to him back a little. Feeling a little
embarrassed Gu Jinglin sat down next to Wen Hao.

Often, when couples have conflicts, some husbands or Tingting might do something to betray their partner. Wenhao
was an ordinary person. He harbored this belief because he always thought Tingting was having an affair.
What intensified this thought was Gu Jinglin's passionate kiss that morning, filled with a hint of grievance. So when Gu Jinglin sat
beside , and he saw her prominent breasts, Wenhao began to fantasize again.

On a bed, he and Gu Jinglin were passionately kissing. He held what he considered his largest penis,
rubbing it against Gu Jinglin's vulva, Gu Jinglin moaning ecstatically, while her husband stood by watching. Just as he had
filled her vagina, her husband, with his small penis, was penetrating her honeypot—could they both have sex with Gu
Jinglin?

"Daddy, ordering!"

His daughter's words pulled him back to reality. After this thought crossed his mind, Wenhao wondered
if been kicked in the head by a donkey. Even if they were going to have fun, it would be by himself. How could he let her husband join in? But Gu Jinglin...
She was that man's wife. During the years Gu Jinglin lived with that man, she had been taken advantage of quite a bit.
Since that was the case, then taking advantage of Gu Jinglin along with that man wasn't such a big deal, right? Besides, Gu Jinglin's husband
had already made a similar request; if Wen Hao were to pay a visit, he could basically turn his thoughts into reality, right?
Realizing his thoughts were becoming increasingly filthy, Wen Hao frowned and looked out the window.

Only one dish had been served, so no one had touched their chopsticks yet. But Miao Miao was incredibly hungry, so she stared longingly at
the steaming braised ribbonfish. Seeing this, Gu Jinglin picked up a piece of ribbonfish and put it in Miao Miao's bowl.

Seeing Miao Miao hesitate to eat, Gu Jinglin asked with a smile, "Boss, are you usually very
strict with Miao Miao?"

Coming back to his senses, Wen Hao smiled and said, "I'm not strict with her at all. It's just that she's very pretentious in
front of , so if I don't say anything, she definitely won't dare to eat. Miao Miao, eat it if you want, but
be careful when you eat ribbonfish, don't make a mistake like last time." Miao Miao nodded vigorously and picked up her
chopsticks.

"What happened last time?"

Looking at Gu Jinglin, Wen Hao said, "Usually when we eat fish, my wife always removes the bones first before
giving the fish meat to Miao Miao. That day, my wife made braised white crucian carp, and Miao Miao sneaked a bite while my wife was in the kitchen stir-frying
vegetables , and a fish bone got stuck in her throat."

Hearing this, fearing Miao Miao would get a fish bone stuck again, Gu Jinglin transferred the ribbonfish from Miao Miao's
bowl . After making sure all the fish bones were removed, Gu Jinglin placed the fish meat into Miaomiao's bowl. Seeing Miaomiao eating
with relish, Gu Jinglin smiled, her eyes crinkling.

At that moment, the door to the private room opened, and a waiter brought in a bowl of garland pudding and tofu soup. After the waiter placed
the soup in the center, Wenhao said, "Could you please bring us a bowl of rice?"

"Yes, sir." A
moment At home, he was usually the one serving the rice, so when Gu Jinglin stood up to serve the rice and placed the steaming white rice in
front of Wenhao, he had a strange feeling. He thought the scene resembled a family of three, and he even
had the absurd idea of living with Gu Jinglin.

If she really had an affair with another man, Wenhao would definitely choose to divorce her. In addition, Gu Jinglin hadn't had any children yet
and didn't have much affection for her husband, so he could easily persuade her to divorce him, and then Wenhao could
live with her.

Chapter 5

But if she was forced to have an affair with another man, should Wenhao forgive her?
Wenhao had no idea what the answer to this question was. From a chauvinistic perspective, Wenhao couldn't forgive anyone who had been intimate with him. Even if Wenhao
continued to live with her, he would still have a grudge because of it. He would even
feel .

But judging from her usual behavior, Wenhao might actually choose to forgive her. Because in all these years of marriage,
she had always been a good wife and mother, and had hardly done anything to make Wenhao angry or even think about divorce. So,
Wenhao just hoped that the truth was really as Tingting said. "Eat, the food is getting cold."
Reminded , Wenhao smiled and picked up his chopsticks.

Wenhao didn't have the habit of taking a nap, so after lunch and returning to the shop, Gu Jinglin took Miaomiao upstairs to rest as Wenhao had instructed
. As for Wenhao, he sat at the cashier watching the news. Wenhao didn't have
the habit ; his favorite thing to do was watch movies with soft music playing.

At 1:30, Gu Jinglin and Miaomiao went downstairs together. After resting for a while, Wenhao took his daughter to class. A little after 3
PM , Wenhao's phone suddenly rang. To be honest, Wenhao didn't want to receive a call in the afternoon; he was worried
that Tingting said she would stay overnight in Tieshan County. But usually, the things you least want to happen are the most likely to happen.
So when Wenhao saw the word "..." on his phone screen, his panic increased considerably.
After answering the phone, Wenhao asked, "What's wrong?"

"Honey, there's a problem at the local tax bureau. I can't get the invoice, so I have to go there again at 9 AM tomorrow
. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be home by tomorrow evening. I should be in
the city around 1 PM tomorrow, and then I'll go straight to work."

Wenhao had heard this kind of talk before, and back then he completely believed what Tingting said. But ever since Tingting
came home last night without wearing stockings and changed her underwear, Wenhao no longer trusted her as much as before. Hearing
Tingting's words, Wenhao, feeling a tightness in his chest, said, "I don't want you to stay in a hotel overnight, so could you
go back to the city first? I'll drive you to Tieshan tomorrow morning; Xiaolin is watching the shop for me anyway."

"That's too much trouble," she laughed on the other end of the phone. "Honey, I know you're worried I won't sleep well here
, and even more afraid I'll run into bad people. But don't worry, I came to Tieshan with the female
colleague , so we'll sleep together tonight, it'll be safe. Honey,
what did you and Miaomiao eat for lunch? What are you planning to eat for dinner?"

Wenhao knew Tingting was trying to change the subject, and he knew that even if he talked himself hoarse, he couldn't get
her to come back, so he didn't want to say anything more and said, "Just fast food. Okay, I have to go now,
a customer is coming in."

"Okay, remember to take care of yourself and Miaomiao."

"Okay."

Before Tingting could hang up, Wenhao hung up the phone himself. After putting his phone aside, Wenhao
stared at the computer screen with a serious expression. The phone call this morning was very suspicious. If it was a female colleague, Tingting wouldn't have needed to
delete the call log. Plus, Tingting used the excuse of being a female colleague to politely decline, so Wenhao was worried that this so-called female
colleague was actually a man. In fact, Tingting hadn't even gone on a business trip; she had arranged to meet that man at a hotel that morning.
Thinking that Tingting might be in bed with some man right now, Wenhao, filled with suspicion, picked up his phone
and called Tingting.

After the call connected, Wenhao said, "Honey, I don't know why, but I miss you so much today. I was just
staring at the photos you took before. You haven't taken any photos lately, so could you take one and send it to
my QQ?"

"Just go to my QQ space! I took a lot of pictures when I went to the park with our daughter a few days ago."

"I only want to see photos taken now; that will feel more real."

"I'll be home tomorrow night; that'll feel more real then," she chuckled, and the person on the other end of the line said, "Usually..."
"Honey , you didn't even say you missed me while I was away on a business trip. I thought you didn't care how many days I was away. So
, to reward you for saying you missed me, I'll wear that super short nurse's uniform I haven't worn in a year tomorrow night."

"Can you take a picture now to quench my thirst?"

"Sure, I'll send it to you right away.

" "Okay, I'll keep my QQ open." After hanging up, Wenhao opened his QQ chat window with Tingting.
After waiting for about five minutes, Wenhao finally saw the photo Tingting sent. That faint smile was easy to
put ease.

Tingting took the photo standing in front of the hotel window, and since Wenhao had been to Tieshan a few times, he recognized that
Tingting was indeed in Tieshan. Although he knew Tingting was on a business trip, Wenhao was worried that Tingting was with
a male colleague or even a boss.

By car, it takes about two and a half hours to get to Tieshan, so Wenhao decided to go to Tieshan.
If Tingting was really with a female colleague, then Wenhao would stop overthinking. Thinking this, Wen Hao looked at Gu Jinglin,
who was reading a romance novel, and said, "Jinglin, my wife won't be back until tomorrow evening, so
could she have dinner with us tonight?"

"I guess... I guess not," Gu Jinglin said, "I have to go back and cook for my husband." "

Just tell him that there's a big client at the shop today, so we have to eat out before going back."

After thinking for a moment, Gu Jinglin, looking quite troubled, said, "I'll call him first. If he's willing to let me
eat out, I'll eat and then go back."

"After dinner, you'll have to look after Miaomiao for me, because I'm going to a party. If I have a lot of fun, I
guarantee I'll drink a lot. When I drink, I become incoherent and might even hit people, so I guess
you'll have to look after Miaomiao tonight."

Hearing Wen Hao's words, Gu Jinglin asked, "All night?"

If Wen Hao really went to Tieshan and stayed there for about an hour, he wouldn't get back to the city
until around midnight. His daughter goes to bed between 8:30 and 9:00, so if Gu Jinglin doesn't help take care of her,
Wenhao can't go to Tieshan at all. Thinking of this, Wenhao said, "Basically, you'll need to stay with her all night. I
think she gets along quite well with you, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"I'd like to help you take care of the child, but my place is a one-bedroom apartment."

"Then can you just come to my place?" After saying that, Wenhao then denied it, "That seems a bit
inappropriate , and it wouldn't be good if the neighbors saw us. If it really doesn't work, you can help me put
Miaomiao to sleep on the second floor tonight, and I'll pick her up when I get back from the party."

"Aren't you known for getting drunk and acting crazy?"

"I can't let you stay here with Miaomiao the whole time. Actually, I know you'll agree, but your husband
definitely won't."

"Yeah, that's how it is."

The conversation reached an impasse. After a moment of silence, Gu Jinglin said, "Wait a minute,
I'll call my husband first." As she spoke, Gu Jinglin picked up her phone from the corner of the cashier's counter. Because Gu
Jinglin's cheongsam didn't have pockets, she usually left her phone on the cash register. She typically placed it in
a corner to prevent theft.

After finishing her call at the shop entrance, Gu Jinglin put her phone back and said, "I just
told my husband that my sister and brother-in-law had another fight, so I have to stay with her tonight, and I won't be home to sleep."

"Thank you."

"You're my boss, it's only right that I do this."

"Anyway, thank you for your hard work tonight."

"It's nothing, haha." Gu Jinglin wasn't a talkative person, so after confirming everything, she smiled and
walked away. When there were no customers and after cleaning, Gu Jinglin's favorite thing to do was read romance novels.
She longed for romantic love, but she had never experienced it.

After dinner and spending half an hour with her daughter in the shop, Wen Hao asked Gu Jinglin to help his daughter with her homework.
As for him, he excused himself to buy lollipops and left.

After getting into the car, Wen Hao drove directly towards Tieshan County. On the way, Wenhao stopped to buy a bag of
Alpenliebe lollipops and a rose before continuing to drive. Around 9 PM, Wenhao entered
Tieshan County.

Based on the information provided in Tingting's photo, Wenhao confirmed that Tingting had spent the night at the Fuli Hotel. Judging from the height of the buildings
outside the window , Wenhao also determined that Tingting should be staying on the third floor. So,
after parking the car about 100 meters from the hotel, Wenhao walked towards it.

Theoretically, Tingting should be resting in her room at this time, so even if Wenhao swaggered
in, the probability of Tingting discovering him was very low. If she did discover him, Wenhao would take out
the rose and give it to Tingting, saying that he had come to Tieshan to surprise her. After explaining the situation to the receptionist,
she thought he was a very romantic husband, little did she know that he was there to catch his lover cheating. He confirmed that she was in room 311.

With no one in the corridor, Wenhao pressed his ear against the door. Wenhao heard a man and woman talking,
but it was coming from the television. Wenhao was worried that Tingting was using the television sound to mask the noises of
her having sex , so he listened very patiently. But after five minutes, Wenhao heard nothing,
not even Tingting's voice.

Could it be that Tingting and her so-called female colleague were sitting on the bed, intently watching TV? To
confirm whether Tingting was actually in the room, Wenhao called her directly.

Hearing the phone ring in the guest room, knowing Tingting was inside, Wenhao went to investigate.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Wenhao glanced back and said, "I just wanted to ask how your day went."

"It was pretty much the same as usual," he paused, then continued, "I arrived in Tieshan at 10:30 this morning, and then
went to the local tax bureau to get an invoice stamped. But since the person in charge wouldn't be here until the afternoon, I went shopping with my colleagues.
When we went back in the afternoon, the person in charge still hadn't come, so we had to spend the night in Tieshan. Anyway, the person in charge will definitely come
tomorrow morning , so after I get the stamp and give it to the foreman, I'll go back.
You can sleep alone tonight, and I'll keep you company tomorrow night."

"Remember to take care of yourself."

"Yes, I will."

"That's all for now, I need to put Miaomiao to sleep."

"Okay."

He hung up the power cord in front of the guest room. Because someone was walking from the stairwell, Wenhao continued...
He continued walking forward, taking out his phone and pretending to make a call. Wenhao wanted to
eavesdrop again at room 311 after the man returned to his room, but when he saw the man standing in front of room 311 and gently knocking on
the door, his eyes widened.

Chapter 6

Could this man, around forty years old, be the adulterer?!

Wenhao's heart jumped to his throat. He carefully examined the man in front of him.
After standing in front of the door for a moment, the door was opened, but only a crack. Looking at the stranger through the crack,
he asked , "Who are you looking for?"

The man asked, "Is Li Jing here?"

"No, you've got the wrong place."

Hearing this, the man subconsciously looked up at the door number, then smiled awkwardly, "
Sorry , she lives next door. I knocked on the wrong door."

"It's okay."

After closing the door, the man went to knock on room 313. After knocking for a while without getting an answer, the man stood there for a moment
before leaving dejectedly.

Wenhao had overheard the man's conversation with Tingting, so he knew the man had knocked on the wrong door, but this
didn't dispel Wenhao's concerns. To be precise, he couldn't believe
Tingting's loyalty until he went inside and saw for himself. So, Wenhao pondered how to go in.

After much thought, he still couldn't come up with a solution. Looking at the rose in his hand, Wenhao decided to give Tingting
a surprise! He strode to room 311 and prepared to knock.

"Um...don't do that..."

"Gently...gently, ah..."

Hearing Tingting's sweet voice, Wenhao froze. That kind of sound
was , and Wenhao had heard it that morning. Realizing that Tingting was having sex with another man,
a chill ran down Wenhao's spine. What made Wenhao want to slap himself was that when he imagined Tingting being
pinned down by that man, his lips kissing her earlobe, his hands kneading her firm breasts, her vagina receiving
the thrusts , Wenhao's penis actually reacted!

My God!

Was Wenhao expecting to witness Tingting's infidelity?

Wouldn't that make him no different from Gu Jinglin's husband?

Realizing he seemed to have contracted a strange illness, Wenhao swallowed nervously.

Wenhao desperately wanted to rush in and catch them in the act, but he also wanted to hear Tingting's moans more. Perhaps
she louder, sometimes softer, and even ask the man to slow down. Stimulated by this terrifying thought,
Wenhao pressed his ear against the door, rubbing his penis through his pants, waiting expectantly yet fearfully for
Tingting to be vigorously thrust into, the sounds of slapping, or perhaps for her increasingly loud moans.

But after waiting for more than ten minutes, Wenhao still didn't hear anything.

Did I hear wrong? Did they actually do it a long time ago? Was it just playful teasing just now, and then
Tingting accidentally got touched in a certain place by that man, which is why she said those words?

Even though Tingting was on the other side of the door, Wenhao felt that she was so far away from him. Or rather, even though
Tingting slept with him almost every night, because she kept many things from him, he felt that even though he
had Tingting's body, her heart belonged to another man.

Thinking about this, Wenhao didn't know whether he should knock on the door. If he hadn't discovered Tingting's infidelity, Wenhao would definitely consider
himself the happiest man in the world.

But the truth is often cruel! If he pretended not to find out, Tingting would definitely become even more brazen, and
might even bring men home to mess around, just like Gu Jinglin's husband wanted Gu Jinglin

to do. So, after a fierce internal struggle, Wenhao still knocked on the door. A minute later, the door opened
a crack.

She thought it was the same man as before, but when she saw her husband standing in the doorway, a smiling
husband holding a brightly colored rose...

Seeing this, she was so shocked she couldn't close her mouth. She immediately closed the door, waited half a minute, and then opened it with
a smile , rushing into her husband's arms. After embracing Tingting, Wenhao looked inside. The guest room was small,
so everything was visible. But besides Tingting, he didn't see anyone else. He noticed the bathroom light was on,
and the door was closed. Wenhao knew the adulterer must be hiding in the bathroom; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken so long to open the door.

"Honey, what brings you here?"

"To surprise you," Wenhao paused, maintaining his approachable smile, and continued,
"In the years we've been married, I haven't really surprised you much. Even for your birthday, I just asked you what you
wanted to buy . So I always felt our life lacked surprises and excitement. That's why I
specially bought a rose and brought it to you after dinner. So thoughtful of me, aren't you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy!" After giving her husband a big kiss on the cheek, she asked, "How did you know I live here?"

"Didn't you take a picture and send it to me?"

"So you asked me to take a picture because you wanted to know where I live!" She smiled, her dimples showing, "I never
expected my husband to be so clever. I'm really impressed!"

"Didn't you say you lived with a male colleague?" Wenhao deliberately misspoke, wanting to see his wife's reaction.

"My female colleague, honey, you're overthinking it again. She's in the bathroom."

"Then ask her to say hello."

"She's in the bathroom, if you ask her to say hello, she'll think you're crazy," he said in a low voice, then
asked, "Are you going back to the city tonight?"

"Xiaolin is taking care of Miaomiao, but I still have to rush back."

Hearing this, she said with slight disappointment, "I thought you'd stay with me."

"Anyway, once you go back tomorrow, I'll stay with you," Wenhao said,
raising , "I'm your husband, Wenhao. You must be the colleague my wife always talks about, right?"

Seeing her husband suddenly say something strange, Su Qing, her face slightly red, asked in a low voice, "Honey,
have you been drinking?" If it were a female colleague in the bathroom, she would definitely respond to Wenhao, even if she
was . Therefore, Wenhao, who hadn't heard a sound, was even more certain that the person hiding in the bathroom was her lover. Thinking of
Tingting's previous encounter with her lover, Wenhao's face turned extremely ugly, and he quickly went to the bathroom.

Seeing this, she hurriedly called out, "Husband!"

Wenhao was certain that the adulterer was hiding in the bathroom, so ignoring Tingting's cries, he quickly walked to the bathroom door.
Wenhao banged on the door. Seeing it was locked, and fearing her lover might escape through the window, Wenhao took a step back. Just as she was about to
grab his arm, Wenhao kicked open the bathroom door.

When Wenhao saw the scene inside, he was speechless with surprise.

Not only him, but the person inside was also stunned.

Standing in the bathroom was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties, with a pretty face and shoulder-length hair.
But that wasn't the point. The point was that this woman hadn't had time to pull up her pants and underwear,
so Wenhao could see her pubic hair.

Seeing that the woman was wearing headphones and holding a phone, Wenhao knew what was going on. It turned out that the
woman was listening to music while using the toilet, so she hadn't heard him when he shouted.

*Slap!

* Enraged, she slapped her husband across the face.

Looking at the door, which was now closed but couldn't be locked, and touching his burning cheek, Wenhao didn't know how to
explain his extremely outrageous actions. Honestly, even after listing a hundred possibilities, Wenhao never expected
it to be like this. Wearing headphones to the bathroom while listening to music—isn't that crazy? But Wenhao dared not
say anything like that now.

"You've completely humiliated me. How am I supposed to explain this to her?" he choked out, his eyes red.
"If you had rushed in, she would have thought I specifically called you here to do something to her
. If she tells her boss about it tomorrow, I'll be fired! Honey, you'd better
explain this to me."

How could Wenhao explain? Should he say he traveled all the way to Tieshan to catch his wife cheating?

If he did, Tingting would definitely make a scene, causing a rift in
their marriage. It might even lead to divorce. In short, Wenhao
hadn't . If Tingting hadn't cheated, and Wenhao was forced to divorce her, he would have lost
a wonderful woman.

After a moment of silence, Wenhao, now acting like a subservient grandson, said, "You said there was someone inside, and then she didn't say anything, so I
assumed it was a man hiding inside."

"How could you think that?" she said, her chest heaving with anger. "I'm your wife! How can you
not even believe me? You suddenly came to Tieshan this time, did you think I was messing around with other men?
Anyway after I wore the wrong underwear last night, I felt something was off about your expression."

"I came to Tieshan because I wanted to surprise you, that's true," Wenhao said, looking distressed. "Otherwise,
I wouldn't have bought you roses. Tell me, who catches someone cheating and brings roses?" Hearing her husband's
explanation , she believed him to a large extent. "I can pretend today's events never happened, but she definitely won't. You'll
have to think of how to explain it to her yourself."

"What's her name?"

"Zhang Yanping, the company's cashier. There wasn't much going on at the company today, so she came to Tieshan with me. Honey,
does it hurt ? Did I hit you too hard?" She touched her husband's face, her eyes full of pity. "I
was really angry just now. I never expected you to do this."

Just as Wenhao was about to speak, Zhang Yanping, who was already dressed, came out. Seeing that Zhang Yanping's face was expressionless,
and fearing that the matter would be reported to the director or general manager, he said, "Sister Ping, I'm sorry. My husband thought there was a man
hiding inside. And since you didn't say anything, my husband just kicked the door open."

After placing her phone and earphones on the table, Zhang Yanping, wearing a floral dress and with a good figure, smiled and said, "I
heard what you were saying, so you don't need to explain too much to me. Anyway, let's pretend that what just happened never happened
. By the way, your name is Wenhao, right? I heard Xiaorou mention you. She said that marrying you was the blessing of her life,
hehe."

Seeing Zhang Yanping's reaction, and guessing that Zhang Yanping was not a narrow-minded person, Wenhao felt a little embarrassed.
If he had believed Tingting, that incredibly awkward scene wouldn't have happened. However, if he hadn't opened the bathroom
door, Wenhao would never have believed Tingting hadn't been having an affair.

Looking at the poised and confident Zhang Yanping, Wenhao said, "Sister Ping, I'm so sorry, I..."

"Okay, okay, I already said nothing happened, why are you bringing it up again?"

"Right, nothing happened, haha." In Wenhao's opinion, the atmosphere was still awkward,
so he didn't know what to say. He actually wanted to go back to the city, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse, so
he could only stand there with a somewhat forced smile.

Zhang Yanping, who had already sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, took a sip of water and asked, "Should I
get another room?"

"No need," Wenhao immediately objected. "I have to get back to the city; I need to take care of my daughter."

Chapter 7.

"If we go back to the city now, it'll be almost midnight. Your daughter should be asleep by then
, right? And driving at night isn't safe. I think it would be better if you came back with us tomorrow and gave us a ride."
Zhang Yanping's words made sense, but Wenhao was worried about his daughter, so he said, "I can't rest easy, so I still have to
go back to be with my daughter."

"Are you sure you want your wife to stay here?" Zhang Yanping laughed. "Let me tell you, a man just
knocked on the wrong door. Actually, I don't think he knocked on the wrong door; he just thought Xiaorou was pretty and wanted to take a few more glances."

Before Wenhao could speak, she rolled her eyes at Zhang Yanping and said, "Sister Ping, that's not how you joke. Is this how
marital discord is resolved?"

"Okay, okay, I'm not joking anymore," Zhang Yanping said, laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down her face. "Actually,
I just wanted a ride, otherwise what happened this morning..."

"Don't say anymore."

Interrupted, Zhang Yanping said knowingly, "It's just that there are too many people on the bus, the air is bad, and it's easy to
get nauseous. My stomach isn't very good. Okay, Xiaowen, you should hurry back to the city. Remember to drive slowly.
Oh, I forgot to buy some snacks. I'll go buy some now. Xiaowen, you stay with Xiaorou for now,
and you can go back when I get back." Without waiting for them to speak, Zhang Yanping walked out.

Zhang Yanping clearly wanted to create some time alone for them, so as soon as she
closed the door, Wenhao immediately hugged Tingting and kissed her thin, slightly glossy lips hard. Actually, Wenhao
wouldn't usually be this proactive, but today he had a feeling of having something he had lost and then regained. Smelling the scent of shower gel emanating from Tingting's body
, Wenhao asked, "Did you take a special shower for me?"

"Would you be even happier if I answered yes?"

"Of course," Wenhao smiled and said, "Honey, that slap you gave me earlier was really hard, it
still hurts a lot, so how about giving me a bigger reward tomorrow night?"

"You were the one who kicked the door, otherwise why would I hit you?" She paused, gently stroking
her husband's face, "I'll leave work early tomorrow afternoon and make a couple more dishes so you can drink more.
After I get Miaomiao to sleep, I'll put on my nurse's uniform. If you're really good tomorrow night, I'll even change into
my police uniform ."

Hearing Tingting's words, Wenhao was overjoyed and kissed her thin lips again.

After a moment of tenderness, Wenhao asked, "Did something happen when you took the shuttle bus to Tieshan today?"
After a moment , he said, "It's best not to tell you these things, and if you knew, you'd definitely be very angry."

"Are you afraid I'll go and beat someone up?"

"Even if you wanted to punch him, you wouldn't know where he is," she said, pressing her pretty face against her husband's strong chest and
closing her eyes. "We bought our tickets at the last minute this morning, and Ping and I didn't sit together. The man sitting
next to me was a very handsome young man. I wanted to switch seats with the woman sitting next to Ping, but
she wouldn't. Since she wouldn't, I couldn't say anything. As

the bus started moving, the man saw a very beautiful goddess sitting next to him and came over
to chat . I ignored him. The boy told me he was a senior at City University named Xiao Cheng, and that he had just
broken up with his girlfriend, so he applied to work in Tieshan.

When she learned that Xiao Cheng was her junior, she was happy and started chatting. "So you're from City University too!
Me too! My name is Ruan, and I graduated five years ago!" Seeing that she had relaxed her guard, the boy
became talkative in front of the beautiful woman.

"I'm a biomedical student, I've heard of you! You're the stunning beauty the seniors always talk about
! They say you're the most beautiful girl in the history of the finance department!" Hearing Xiao Cheng's praise, she was a little shy but also pleased
, and couldn't help but blush. She laughed and scolded, "It's not that exaggerated, you just know how to make fun of your senior." This
smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds, making Xiao Cheng's heart light up instantly. Her flushed face looked even more beautiful
and alluring , and he felt an urge to kiss her red lips. He subconsciously said, "Sister...
you are so charming, so beautiful..." At first, she thought Xiao Cheng was a clueless big boy, but
as the conversation went on, the topics gradually became bolder and more explicit. Whether it was because she was in an unfamiliar place and
had no scruples, or because she was looking forward to prying into Xiao Cheng's secrets, Xiao Cheng began to talk about his sexual experiences in college...
"But thank you so much, I feel much better..." Indeed, after talking with Xiao Cheng for so long,
she felt much more relaxed. Xiao Cheng's point of view on separating sex from love and enjoying sex to the fullest resonated with her
. Perhaps because I hadn't slept well last night, or perhaps the car environment was making me drowsy,
soon only sounds in the car were the engine hum and occasional snoring. I had been sleeping by the window, but somehow
I ended up leaning on Xiao Cheng's shoulder.

Speaking of which, I was half-asleep, almost dreaming, dreaming that you were with me all the way, and I was holding you while sleeping on your
shoulder, unaware that I was actually holding Xiao Cheng's arm. Xiao Cheng smelled my faint fragrance and wasn't
sleepy at all. He moved my head closer to his shoulder, and his penis was already rock hard. He adjusted
his seat , then placed his hands on my back, stroking me. I could only curl up against his chest.
I guess he saw my prominent breasts; I could hear his rapid heartbeat. His breath woke me up
. You know my ears are very sensitive. When I saw he was holding me, and it wasn't you, my husband, I was incredibly
nervous . I tried to break free, but he was very strong, and I couldn't move. I wanted to yell "molestation," but then I thought he
was so young, and if word got out, his life would be ruined.

He kissed my forehead. I was terrified, my eyes fixed on the high
tent . I dared not breathe, afraid that any sudden movement would ruin him. He slowly stroked my back, his hands moving further
forward, eventually touching my stomach. I nervously watched his penis twitch there. Suddenly,
he pinched my breast hard.

"Mmm..." I didn't mean to moan; it really felt good. He seemed like a child who had done something wrong,
immediately stopping his stroking and placing his hands on my back. Just when I thought he wouldn't grope me anymore...

Seeing that Wenhao didn't continue, I softly said, "Go on, I want to hear."

"But you promise you won't pursue this matter anymore, okay?" Looking at Wenhao's dark face, I said, "Okay." Wenhao vaguely
sensed something, and his penis became hard and erect.

"Here he goes again," he said, touching my back before grabbing my breasts. He roughly squeezed my
breasts, wrinkling my clothes. He tried to pull them up, but I pulled hard with my hands. He
became . He lifted me up a little, hugged me, and I felt his ear was right next to my mouth. I didn't dare to watch
and closed my eyes. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt and put his hand inside.

"Mmm..." I bit my lip to endure it, but his big hand felt really good, completely different from yours.
He squeezed and kneaded my breasts, feeling like his five fingers were about to sink in, a bit rougher than yours. I think he must have
been very nervous, judging from his panting. I guess my moans and panting made him even bolder.

Seeing her husband remain silent, she frowned and said, "I knew I shouldn't have told you." "Do I have to yell and scream for
you to feel I care about you?"

"That's not what I meant. I was afraid you'd think I've become slutty and bad." Hearing Tingting's words, Wenhao quickly said,
"Of course I don't think you've changed. He's still so young and has just entered society. I know you're kind-hearted,
so this isn't your fault. Anyway, in my heart, you're like a drop of water, so pure that I want to cherish you."
Hearing her husband's words, a charming smile appeared on his face.

Wenhao thought about how that man, Xiao Cheng, had reached inside her clothes and rubbed her penis. Wenhao rubbed her own penis,
but it seemed that her husband was prompting her to masturbate it. However, seeing that her husband's
penis was still hard even after hearing that she had been touched by someone, although she was a little angry, she thought that she had made a mistake first, so she still took the initiative to reach
out and rub her husband's penis, unzipped it, and took it out.

"Oh..." Wenhao couldn't help but cry out when she was touched by a small hand.

While stroking Wenhao's penis, he said,

Xiao Cheng became even more audacious, covering my legs and his with his coat, his hands touching my legs and
slowly moving under my skirt. I was extremely nervous, thinking that only my husband had ever touched me there, and now
another handsome young man was touching me. I wanted to tell him to stop.

Slowly, he moved to my stockings and the hem of my skirt. I pressed my hands against my skirt, and the pleasure of my breasts being rubbed gradually rose
up, growing stronger and stronger, and my nipples slowly hardened...
I said , "No... um... don't do this..." But Xiao Cheng couldn't hear me at all. Instead, it
acted as a catalyst for him, making him unable to stop. Looking at the person on his shoulder with their eyes half-closed and mouth open, Xiao Cheng
placed his delicate hand on his erect penis.

Of course, she knew where she was touching. She was too afraid to even breathe and didn't dare move. "No… I
can't do this, I have a husband, no… you can't do this," she kept thinking. Xiao Cheng took her hand
and kissed it gently, saying, "Sister, you're so beautiful, even your hands fascinate me." Xiao Cheng moved
slightly, freeing her penis from her pants, and placed her hand on it. The moment it touched
her penis , she instinctively recoiled. "No… I can't do this.

" Seeing her so shy, Xiao Cheng thought, "What an innocent young woman, probably hasn't been with many men. I'll slowly make her
beg me to fuck her, haha… I've really struck gold."

Xiao Cheng smiled slightly and tried to put her hand under her skirt again, but her hands were pressed down, preventing her from getting in. Xiao Cheng
didn't dare use too much force, after all, they were on a long-distance bus. So she whispered in her ear, "Sister...please, help
me! I really like you, I've even fallen in love with you. You're so captivating. Please, please help me
get over this heartbreak!" She pressed her hand tightly, knowing that although she didn't want to, her vagina was already very wet.
If Xiao Cheng continued to rub her vagina, she would go crazy. "I have a husband. I won't let you
touch me." "Did he touch you there?" Hearing Tingting's question, and thinking of Wen Hao's hand inside her skirt,
"It seems...I guess...I don't know."

Looking at her husband's face, she knew he definitely didn't like being touched, or that she was touching someone else. So
she quickened her rubbing of her husband's large penis, thinking that once he ejaculated, he wouldn't interrogate her anymore. Hearing Tingting's
hesitant answer, Wen Hao guessed that her soft spot must have been touched.

"Later, I stopped Xiao Cheng from touching me, and Zhang Yanping heard me. Zhang Yanping then switched seats with me. Then
we got off the bus." Humans are incredibly imaginative creatures, so when Wenhao and Tingting said these words, Wenhao imagined
Tingting being forced to be intimate with some man. Wenhao's imagination went to a somewhat disgusting level.
In his fantasy world, Tingting later submitted to that man and turned the tables! He even
vaguely heard Tingting crying out, "No... oh... no!" Just as he was fantasizing about other men's penises slapping
... slapping... penetrating her vagina, he ejaculated a thick stream of semen. After

cleaning up her husband's semen, she carefully asked, "If one day I'm forced to be with some man,
will you still think I'm as pure as a drop of water?" "You always will be, no matter what happens in the future," Wenhao
answered without confidence, as if he couldn't even convince himself. Little did Wenhao know, she hadn't told
him the whole story.

Looking at Wenhao's face, she knew that if she told him the truth, her husband would never forgive her. Recalling the scenes in the car
, had she really changed?

Xiao Cheng pointed to her penis and pleaded, "Sister, please, it's really painful, please!" She was
speechless, looking at other men's penises, breathing nervously. She'd only ever seen her husband's; she'd never seen
any other men's. It seemed about the same size as her husband's, and the thought of
comparing it to her own made her blush even more.

Xiao Cheng saw her own throbbing penis staring blankly at her own and pulled her hand over, pressing it down.
"Oh..." The feeling of being gripped by that cool, smooth hand was beyond her expectations.

"Ah..." she suddenly cried out loudly, realizing she'd been too loud, she quickly
covered her mouth with her hand, staring wide-eyed at her surroundings. No one else moved; they were all asleep, listening to music.
Zhang Yanping, whose battery had died, turned around at the sound, saw her smiling, and then went back to rest
. Hearing Xiao Cheng call her

"Sister

," she realized her hand was still tightly gripping the throbbing penis. She tried to let go, but Xiao Cheng held it tightly
. Feeling the stimulation, her breathing quickened. It was truly different from her husband's penis; although
similar in size, Xiao Cheng's was harder, almost like an iron rod.

Xiao Cheng's hand slowly stroked the penis, kneading it... He breathed rapidly into her ear, then suddenly
stopped, his hand moving on its own. Sensing the change, she felt a surge of joy,
her hand no longer resting on her thigh.

She felt Xiao Cheng's hand, but the pleasure from other men had almost extinguished her remaining will
; her resistance was no longer so strong. She let Xiao Cheng caress her thighs and stockings,
her small hand kneading the penis that didn't belong to her husband.

She felt her vagina becoming increasingly wet and itchy, waves of stimulating pleasure
emanating from her lower body, melting away her reason. Her throat grew dry, making her want to open her mouth and moan
loudly . It took her a while to realize that the pleasure in her lower body came from Xiao Cheng's fingers. Xiao Cheng's hand was already
inside her short skirt, pressing against her wet panties, teasing her sensitive clitoris.

"Mmm...oh...no...ah...someone will...see...oh...don't touch there
..." Struggling between reason and desire, she tried to push Xiao Cheng's hand away while simultaneously increasing the speed of her stroking of his penis.
Her heart pounded wildly. This was the first time she had touched the penis of a man other than her husband, and this penis seemed
even harder and more comfortable than her husband's. Stimulated by this feeling of infidelity, reason began to disappear, and her
small hand gently stroked the glans.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Xiao Cheng intensified his attack on her clitoris, rubbing and kneading it, feeling the smoothness of her silk panties
and the endless flow of fluid from her vagina. He used his fingers to probe the reaction by rubbing the edge of her panties, afraid that this beautiful married woman
would run away.

"Oh... um..." she gasped loudly with her eyes closed, thinking how wonderful it would be to suck on the
penis he was playing with; it felt so good.

A pair of eyes sized them up from a distance, watching the clothes moving on the two of them.
Zhang Yanping, with her extensive experience, knew what they were doing. Although others might mistake it for a couple cuddling and
sleeping intimately, Zhang Yanping knew that Ruan was already manipulating the young man's penis, while he was fondling the breasts
that even she envied. She thought to herself, "So Ruan also likes to have affairs. She acts all respectable all the time, huh!
Sooner or later I'll give you to my darling to fuck."

This small act of resistance was practically affirmation and encouragement for Xiao Cheng's actions. Just as Xiao Cheng was about to reach into her panties
, the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, shouting angrily. But the sudden stop was like an alarm bell,
jolting from her reverie. She snapped out of her trance and frantically pushed Xiao Cheng's hand away.

"Don't do this!" This time, she was completely awake, looking at Xiao Cheng with expectant eyes. Xiao Cheng, on the verge of climax, was
caught off guard by this sudden shock. She began to straighten her clothes and skirt. Then he covered Xiao Cheng with her
clothes . He knew that if she were covered by these clothes of desire, she might not be able to
resist. She was grateful to the reckless driver who overtook her; he had pulled her back from her desire.

Not long after getting out of the car, he pulled Zhang Yanping away quickly. Xiao Cheng saw that there was someone else beside him and didn't want to
bother her anymore. Watching her perfectly perky buttocks sticking out as she got into a taxi, Xiao Cheng was now filled with regret. Why
hadn't he taken advantage of this amazing married woman? Why hadn't he gotten her phone number? Even if he had known where she worked,
he could have had a chance to make her kneel down and thrust his penis into her vagina, pounding away at her. Now all hope was gone
.

"Wife, is your vagina wet?" Wen Hao looked at her. He knew that Tingting hadn't cheated on him, so why was Wen Hao
thinking that Tingting had? Besides, last night her stockings were missing, and she had worn the wrong underwear; Tingting had
explained it to him. She might even have accidentally deleted the call logs. He comforted himself with these thoughts.

Wenhao frowned for a moment, then relaxed, and said, "Because I know I will protect you and won't let you get hurt
in the slightest . Xiaorou, after what happened in the car today, do you want to change things?" "You're planning to buy
me a car?"

Looking at Yuting's delighted face, Wenhao said, "I meant to help out at the shop." "I don't want to."

"Wouldn't it be better if you worked with me?" Wenhao said, somewhat displeased. "I own the shop, so
you don't have to do anything. You can even just sit there, legs crossed, drinking tea.

If you're worried about being too idle, you can read more books about tea so you
can help Xiaolin when she's busy. Besides, I really don't want today's incident to happen again. If you come to Tieshan
or , and you run into some bad people, who can save
you?" "I understand all of that, but I just want to live a more fulfilling life," she said, hugging her husband tightly
. "Honey, before I met you, I was always shuttling between the company and my rented apartment, sometimes even
working overtime until midnight. But I really liked that pace of life; I'm the kind of woman who likes to be busy. So if I
help out at the shop, I know I'll be mostly idle. Anyway, I promise you, I'll protect myself and absolutely
won't let myself get hurt, okay?" "Could Wenhao say no? Obviously not.
To be precise, even if Wenhao said no, Tingting would still go to work at the construction company. In many ways, Tingting
would comply with him, but when it came to work, she was quite stubborn, which often troubled Wenhao."

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