[Uncomprehending Love] (Chapter Nine) Author: xb客

Author: xb客
Word Count: 27305

(Chapter 9)

The villa is located in the Houhu Forest Area in the west of the city. The area is rich in forests and nestled against the mountains and beside the water, making it a
favorite and powerful to purchase properties. However, most of them only use it for vacations and summer retreats, and Ni Yuan is no exception. Given the current political situation, many villas here are empty. Ni Yuan must have hidden somewhere else, or
perhaps he's hiding obediently in the municipal government compound! I tidied myself up, putting on a suit and tie, returning to my usual successful persona . Ignoring Old Luo's busy work in the yard, I took a taxi directly to the villa area in the Houhu Forest Area. Although there aren't many residents, there are quite a few tourists. Many photography studios have set up shooting locations here, and wedding photography and personal portraits are all done in these villa areas, so there are quite a few . Thanks to this, the security guards here aren't overly strict about outsiders; they mostly just glance at them, and given my well-dressed appearance, they don't ask many questions. I arrived at the door of Villa No. 7, which was registered under Ni Yuan's name, and casually rang the doorbell. Since a newlywed couple was having their photos taken outside , I couldn't appear too suspicious. However, to my surprise , a woman's voice came from the loudspeaker outside the gate : "Who are you looking for?" Someone was here! Was it Ni Yuan's mistress? Had Ni Yuan still not reined in his behavior? My heart skipped a beat , but I had no choice but to answer, forcing myself to say, "Is Ni Yuan here? I'm his friend." I tried to keep my voice steady, while also reassuring myself that it was alright; even if I bumped into Ni Yuan, it wouldn't be a big deal. "Oh, you're Ni Yuan's friend. Please wait a moment." The woman's voice inside was calm. At this sensitive time, someone coming to see Ni Yuan didn't arouse her suspicion. It seemed that the bastard really hadn't restrained himself at this time, still fooling around with other women. The words had barely left her lips when the main gate facing the courtyard opened, and a beautiful woman in a pink dress with long, flowing hair stepped out. Her jet-black hair looked freshly washed, and the pink halter-neck dress was slightly wrinkled. Beneath the dress, her smooth legs and fair skin reflected a unique sheen, making one marvel at her flawless complexion. However, the sheer fabric of the dress was very thin, and in the sunlight, one could vaguely see her purple underwear underneath. How provocative! Although the woman was very beautiful, I couldn't help but marvel at her openness . The woman walked towards the gate, casually brushing her bangs behind her ear, revealing a slightly round face. Upon closer inspection, she suddenly seemed very familiar. A thought flashed through my mind, and I remembered: "Li Nuo?" This woman was my assistant at the company. She was a recent college graduate . Because of her quick wit and diligence, I promoted her to assistant after six months. Until Lang Dang went to prison , she remained my most capable assistant. How could she suddenly appear at Ni Yuan's villa? And I clearly remembered her as having a round face and wearing black-rimmed glasses. Aside from being somewhat cute , she didn't give off a sexy or beautiful vibe. How could her appearance and demeanor have changed so drastically now? Hearing my surprised expression, Li Nuo looked up and examined me closely. In the past two months, aside from looking a little haggard and more weathered, my appearance hadn't changed much. Perhaps because I wasn't wearing my glasses, it took Li Nuo several seconds to recognize me. "It's you?" Li Nuo said, then suddenly tried to turn and run back. I didn't know why she was so afraid of me, but I still shouted immediately, "Stop right there! I've recognized you. Hiding won't help." Seeing Li Nuo, I always subconsciously spoke in a commanding tone, and in my anxiety, my voice was even louder . Li Nuo, being timid by nature, actually stood rooted to the spot, blinking her large, unnatural eyes at me, and said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang, what brings you here?" "That's what I want to ask you. Open the door, I'm looking for Ni Yuan." Li Nuo's presence here meant that her relationship with Ni Yuan was definitely not ordinary. I didn't care when this relationship started, but her timid nature was exactly what I needed to use. "Mr. Jiang, you and Ni Yuan aren't..." Li Nuo must have known all along that Ni Yuan and I were now at odds. Seeing me at Ni Yuan's villa only amplified her fear. "That's between him and me, why are you hiding from me? Open the door." I continued to pressure her, but Li Nuo hesitated, unsure of what to do. I glanced outside; the newlyweds taking photos were still there. I changed my tone and said to her, "I'm standing here now thanks to Ni Yuan. Didn't he tell you? He's the one who got me out of there. Now we're in the same boat." "But..." "No buts. There are too many people around. You don't want your presence here to be exposed, do you? Let me in first." Li Nuo knew that since I had recognized her, not letting me in would only cause more trouble. So she nervously rubbed her hands , probably trying to find the right words, before opening the door and letting me in. Once inside the villa, I quickly glanced around. It had two floors, each nearly 300 square meters. There were many rooms, but it wasn't as dirty and messy as I remembered. Even the furniture had been replaced, making the whole interior feel brand new. I found a seat on the sofa, my eyes constantly scanning the room. Perhaps because a woman was staying there, everything was neatly organized, and there was nothing suspicious in sight. My gaze shifted to the largest room on the second floor, Ni Yuan's den. It had a large balcony with excellent natural light, Ni Yuan's favorite brothel, where all his secrets were kept. I pondered for a while, chin in hand, when Li Nuo came in from the kitchen with a tray and poured me a cup of coffee. This was something she often did for me at the company, and I was used to it. I took a sip of , and felt a sense of returning to the office, but the atmosphere was completely different. "Thump!" Li Nuo suddenly knelt before me. "President Jiang, please forgive me. Everything at the company was orchestrated by President Ni; we didn't take advantage of his misfortune. It's just that you weren't here, and everything was under his control. I didn't intend to do anything to betray you." Li Nuo assumed I was there to settle old scores at the company. With Ni Yuan gone, she feared I might do something detrimental.

I'm known for my tough approach at the company, which left a deep impression on her, so she
immediately apologized.

I looked at her. To be honest, I didn't care about what they did at the company; subordinates just go
with the flow, it's not really a mistake. I was just puzzled by her change, and the fact that she's involved with Ni Yuan
. I remember she had a boyfriend from university, whom I met once. He was
handsome , and they seemed like a good match. How come she's with Ni Yuan now?

"You don't want to? Then why are you getting so close to Ni Yuan, even sleeping in the same bed?"

"I...do you think I wanted to? To please my boyfriend, I started dressing up, but that only attracted Ni
Yuan's attention. He's a CEO, and his father is a high-ranking official. He raped me. What could I do? I'm a woman who's lost my
virginity. What can I do but accept my fate? If I tell my boyfriend, he'll only despise me more. We've been dating for so
many years , and because his mother looks down on me, he hasn't proposed marriage. If he finds out I was
raped, do you think I can go back to my old life?"

I didn't know so much had happened in the two months I was gone. Li Nuo wasn't particularly beautiful, and Ni Yuan wasn't
the type to lose his mind at the sight of a pretty woman. He raped her, probably more to better control the company.
Although Ni Yuan held the title of CEO, he rarely managed the company. Li Nuo, as my deputy, was the best
person to control it. So, I also bear some responsibility for her rape.

My gaze softened slightly, but I didn't let my sympathy overflow. Li Nuo was pitiful for being raped, but now
that she's Ni Yuan's mistress, she's probably driven by vanity. There's always
a reason someone is pitiful; if she truly valued her reputation, she would have reported it to the police long ago. Ni Yuan isn't someone who can control everything and isn't afraid of the law; reporting him
would have brought him to justice. But she didn't. Cowardice isn't enough to mask
the ugliness .

"So you're a victim? Given your current state, have you broken up with your boyfriend?"

"..."

I asked deliberately, which only elicited a moment of hesitation from her. As I expected, women really do
like to pretend to be virtuous even after being prostitutes. Having lost her virginity, she simply enjoys a luxurious life as compensation, and after it's over,
she wants to return to her old life and find a boyfriend to take her back.

"Heh, I really didn't realize you were so smart all these years! What, are you
addicted to Ni Yuan, or have you gotten used to the life of luxury he provides?" I smiled contemptuously.
Although were quite familiar with each other, we were just ordinary colleagues. It was only because of my wife that I
felt disgusted by this kind of malicious woman's thoughts and couldn't help but mock her.

Li Nuo's fair cheeks flushed red. Being naturally timid and concerned with her image, she was utterly humiliated by my sudden exposure
of shameful thoughts. She immediately became enraged.

"Habit? Heh, it's because of selfish men like you that there are sycophantic women.
What did I do wrong? I hate Ni Yuan, so I'm going to spend his money as compensation. Why should I let him
get away ? And you, President Jiang, don't think you're a gentleman. Although you're not as
promiscuous as Ni Yuan, haven't you ever done anything to betray Sister Ni under the guise of socializing? Hmph, you probably
still think Sister Ni is a virtuous woman, right? She may not be interested in fame or fortune, but she's still a slut who needs to be fucked when her cunt itches
."

I don't know how much a person can change in two months, but Li Nuo's change was
astonishing . She used to be so refined, her words intimidating, but now she's just as foul-mouthed, spewing
insults and profanities in anger. I can't tell if this is the real her or if the environment has changed her, but
her sudden insults to Fang Ni really enraged me.

"Slap!" I slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing throughout the living room. "
What nonsense ? Say it again if you dare!"

Blood immediately seeped from half of Li Nuo's cheek, but she didn't cry out in pain. Instead, she seemed to feel a sense of pleasure,
rubbing her face with her left hand and sneering at me. "Good for you. I should have taken this hit a long time ago. But
what ? To curse you again, or to curse Sister Ni again?"

Everyone at the company knew how beautiful my wife was, and Li Nuo had praised Fang Ni to me more than once.

I found it hard to imagine whether this was malicious slander stemming from a change in her mindset, or if she had actually witnessed something
disgusting that made her criticize my beloved wife, whom everyone praised.

"What do you think? If you're talking nonsense and maliciously defaming Fang Ni, I'll make you regret
being human !" My wife held a heavy place in my heart, and I would never allow a former subordinate to slander her like this,
not even if it was just impulsive nonsense.

"Hmph, of course you'll think I'm talking nonsense. If Ni Yuan hadn't taken me to handle the share
transfer and seen her so close to an old man, even I wouldn't believe that such a proud
woman as Sister Ni could be so promiscuous."

Li Nuo spoke with such conviction that my heart sank to the bottom.

"That was before Ni Yuan targeted me, shortly after you joined the company. Although
I had completely submitted to him in company affairs, he still harassed me every day. One day, just when I
was getting fed up with it , Ni Yuan suddenly said he would take me to discuss a business deal.

He had been in charge of the company for many days, and I had never seen him conduct any business properly, but as his deputy, I
couldn't refuse to go with him. He booked a private room at the coffee shop you often went to downstairs from the company. It turned out to be Sister Ni,
followed by a frail old man. Although he was wearing a brand-new black suit and sunglasses, he was short and
had many age spots on his face; he didn't look like a bodyguard at all." I heard Sister Ni call him Uncle Luo, but I didn't know their
relationship, and I'd never heard of Sister Ni having bodyguards when she went out. It wasn't until Ni Yuan spoke that I realized they
were there to discuss the equity transfer. "

You're really finished," was my first thought. The two of them looked very uncomfortable during the negotiation, not because
they couldn't agree on , but because Ni Yuan kept dodging the question, and Sister Ni seemed very angry. Anyone could see that
Ni Yuan had ulterior motives towards Sister Ni at this point. I found it hard to believe that Ni Yuan, who usually treated you like a brother,
would take the opportunity to attack you the moment you entered.

I scoffed, but at the same time, I felt sorry for Sister Ni's situation. She wanted to walk away right then and there, but...
She was determined to close the deal. Uncle Luo,
sitting silently beside her, remained completely unnoticed. Sister Ni wanted to make a decision quickly, but Ni Yuan delayed
the signing until the evening, inviting her to meet him at the Red Sea Leisure Club.

"Bang!" I slammed my hand on the coffee table, erupting in anger. I had no doubt about the truth of Li Nuo's words; they
largely matched what I knew. My wife had described the signing process so casually, but
I knew without a doubt how difficult it would be. Li Nuo's explanation confirmed my suspicions
.

The Red Sea Leisure Club had branches everywhere; though called a leisure club, it was essentially
a place for rich people to hook up. This branch in our city was no exception. Ni Yuan had taken me to the bar
there knew the owner very well—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was family-run. His choice of that location was obvious
.

I tried to calm my turbulent emotions and patted the seat next to me, gesturing for Li Nuo to sit down. She had been kneeling on the floor
for so long, her fair knees were already red, but a cold smile always lingered on her lips, and her gaze towards me
carried a mocking tone as she continued her narration. It was a perverse pleasure.

I squinted at her coldly; she was now somewhat driven to madness, perhaps due to
the long-term repression Ni Yuan had placed on her, and I had inadvertently punctured her pitiful pretense.

She knelt on the carpet, and with a hint of glee, began to tell her story again, like the whispers of a demon.

Since my wife had decided to sell her shares to Ni Yuan, she naturally wouldn't give up easily. She accepted Ni Yuan's
invitation, but made it clear that if she didn't sign tonight, she would have to find someone else.

Seeing his wicked scheme about to succeed, Ni Yuan naturally agreed with a smile. That night, he brought Li Nuo along again; his intentions
were all too obvious—to make an example of her. Even a woman as outstanding as my wife had to submit to him;
what power did Li Nuo have to resist?

However, Ni Yuan was dumbfounded that evening. His wife had already booked a room before him, completely disrupting
his pre-arranged plans. His wife's move to take control effectively thwarted Ni Yuan's
plans to tamper with the room, leaving him no choice but to find some helpers from the club and reluctantly go to the appointment. He was furious, and at the same time
, he made up his mind that he would force himself on her tonight to fulfill his long-held desire.

That night, his wife wore a spotless black office lady uniform, with sheer black stockings and high heels, exuding a decisive and efficient
professional aura. I knew this was a habit of hers; she always
chose to wear formal attire regardless of the occasion when discussing important matters. She said it helped her get into the zone quickly and
made clearer.

Tonight's equity transaction was taken very seriously by his wife, who dressed meticulously, her clothes neater
than , and she wore light makeup, making her radiant under the room's lights. Ni Yuan was immediately
captivated by her striking presence upon entering the room. Although his wife was the same as always, what Ni Yuan admired about her
was her confident, professional air—a quality that ignited his desire to conquer. This strengthened his resolve for
tonight's plan, even ignoring the silent old man, Luo.

The negotiation proceeded as usual, with Ni Yuan stalling for time, wearing down his wife's patience. He saw this
as preparation for their later flirting, sometimes going so far as to
offend . Yet, his wife seemed completely unfazed by the change in appearance. Li Nuo
couldn't help but admire her demeanor that night.

Although Ni Yuan's mind wasn't on the contract, he had absolutely no negotiation experience at the company.
Eventually it was he who lost patience, and his wife managed to steer the conversation back to the contract within a few sentences,
leaving him in a difficult position.

Enraged, Ni Yuan abandoned all pretense of gentlemanly conduct and ultimately demanded that his wife spend the
night with him before he would sign the share transfer agreement. Even his wife, with her excellent composure, finally showed her anger, and even
Old Man Luo standing nearby had veins throbbing at his temples.

Faced with Ni Yuan's open confrontation, his wife knew she couldn't get anywhere that night and shook her head, deciding to give up on
further negotiations. From the beginning, this matter hadn't been approved by me; she had only
approached Ni Yuan with the intention of maximizing her own interests. Since things were hopeless, she didn't want to persist and prepared to try another approach.

Seeing his wife about to give up, Ni Yuan finally lost his composure and forcibly prevented the two of them from leaving. As the atmosphere
grew tense, Li Nuo opportunely hid in a corner, preparing to escape in the chaos.

Faced with Ni Yuan's shameless entanglement, no one expected that the usually silent Old Man Luo would
suddenly lift him up. Even I was startled when Li Nuo recounted this. Although my wife had mentioned that Old Man Luo
had some martial arts skills, in my opinion, it was nothing more than a showy display of strength. Even if he had some skill,
it was only because he was young and had great strength. Who would have thought that a short, middle-aged man could lift an
adult with one hand? The two women in the room were stunned by his actions.

Old Man Luo directly demanded of Ni Yuan, "Sign or not?" Ni Yuan, a man who had been through thick and thin, had encountered
setbacks , but at most he had lost face. When had he ever been threatened like this, being lifted by the collar? Although he was terrified,
he still refused to back down and ordered his two henchmen outside to come in and help. These two men were
security guards . They were acquainted with Ni Yuan and knew he was the boss's friend. Hearing the commotion, they rushed in immediately.

"Kill this old man! I'll make this woman pay!"

The two men were initially stunned by the scene, as they didn't have the strength to lift an adult.
However, since Ni Yuan had given the order, they rushed forward without hesitation.

"Be careful!" My wife was worried about Old Man Luo.

Hearing Li Nuo say this, I suddenly felt a pang of anxiety. At first, I was worried about their safety,
but I knew they were alright, so I didn't think much of it. But Li Nuo was telling me this story so patiently
; something I didn't want to see must have happened. If it wasn't Ni Yuan, could it really be Old Man Luo?

Li Nuo deliberately mentioned my wife's reaction. Although I didn't want to say anything, my face turned grim
.

According to my wife's meticulous mind, she should have foreseen this worst-case scenario, but since she came, she must have
made ample preparations for this situation. But things had come to this point, and I really couldn't think of anything else she could do.
So, did she bribe the police beforehand? But as long as no one dies in the Red Sea incident, the police won't offend
the boss behind it. Could this old man Luo be her backup plan?

From Li Nuo's tone, I could tell how things were going. My feelings were extremely
complicated . If I had known that something like this had happened while I was in jail, how could I have made such a
terrible move, confronting old man Luo the moment I got back? Old man Luo's importance in his wife's heart probably stemmed from
this ; almost no woman can resist the sudden sense of security that comes with crisis.

As expected, old man Luo subdued the other two,
immobilizing . Terrified, Ni Yuan tried to escape, but it was too late. Old Luo slammed him onto the table with one hand, repeatedly
asking, "Sign or not?"

Ni Yuan must have cursed himself a thousand times. There were secret cameras in the Red Sea hotel rooms, but
he had had security turn them off beforehand for his own convenience. With no one to rescue him, he
struggled but had no choice but to compromise, trembling as he signed the contract.

His wife watched helplessly as Old Luo easily turned a situation she couldn't change.

Although she usually despised men who used violence, Old Luo's actions
seemed . His wife's face flushed with excitement, speechless.

Old Luo threw the three useless men out the door, and Li Nuo, glared at by Old Luo, wisely
followed. I finally understood where the lingering bruises on Ni Yuan's face came from when he visited me last time.

Ni Yuan's plan to make an example of them failed, and he ended up losing both his wife and his army. Enraged, he cursed outside the door,
vowing to trap the two of them inside.

The matter should have ended there, but seeing Li Nuo's undiminished smile, I knew things were
far more complicated than that. "Did they get out later?" I didn't want to ask, but I had to. The two were in grave
danger ; logically, they wouldn't have done anything outrageous, but that wouldn't be a story.

"What do you think? That old man wasn't particularly handsome, but he's probably quite capable. I think if he were twenty years younger,
judging by his performance, no woman wouldn't be tempted. Even if he was a bit short and not exactly handsome,

you men might say we women are shallow, but you're not a woman, so you wouldn't understand. This kind of clichéd hero
-saves-the-damsel-in-distress trope can easily shatter a woman's defenses. A woman is as helpless as she is in despair,
and as powerless as she is when faced with a hero's timely rescue. But Sister Ni is Sister Ni; even in that situation, she
didn't take that step. I admire her."

Li Nuo said she admired her, but I couldn't see a trace of admiration on her face. I was shaken and
speechless Li Nuo then continued talking about what happened next.

The group of people were blocking the door, unaware of what was happening inside . Enraged by the commotion, Ni Yuan wanted to send more men in to
retaliate , but was stopped by the security guards. The Red Sea Leisure Club was a high-end establishment, frequented by influential people.
While Ni Yuan could do as he pleased inside, he couldn't act recklessly outside. A brawl involving breaking down the door
was tantamount to damaging the club's reputation, and the security guards dared not obey.

Perhaps considering the club's connections, Ni Yuan, though his expression was grim, abandoned his
plan . He assigned three or four guards to block the entrance and took Li Nuo directly to the security monitoring room.

The monitoring room had a hidden room specifically for monitoring the activities in each room. Although such infringement was explicitly prohibited by
law , a large club like Red Sea still dared to do it, as long as the intention was there. It needs to be discreet; these kinds of
hidden cameras can sometimes be incredibly useful, for example—catching someone in the act of adultery.

Ni Yuan had the security guard in the darkroom turn on the camera in the room that had just been turned off, and the situation inside was clearly
visible . The two sat side by side on the sofa in the room. Old Luo was sitting there shirtless; his short frame
still had some muscles, not as exaggerated as a young man's, but his toned muscles still had a certain
strength , although the wrinkles on his skin didn't make this strength aesthetically pleasing.

His wife sat beside him silently applying a compress to Old Luo's swollen areas. Although Old Luo was not bad at
martial arts, he wasn't as exaggerated as in novels; he was no match for the two security guards and had taken a few blows, so swelling
was inevitable .

A young and beautiful office lady was tenderly stroking in the guest room. The image of a woman meticulously serving an elderly man, yet not
being father and daughter, seemed incongruous to anyone. Li Nuo had even gone
so far as to depict this scene in great detail, and although I knew her intentions, I still found myself twitching.

The thought of my wife's slender, white fingers caressing and gently pressing and
wiping gave me goosebumps. Perhaps the scene wasn't what I imagined, but in Li Nuo's malicious embellishment
, it had become one.

The hot compress and massage continued for quite some time, the old man's brow furrowing and relaxing intermittently. This
unexpected display of affection from a beautiful woman was certainly worth the price of his heroic rescue. After changing the hot water three times, the hot compress finally
ended. The old man dressed again, and for a moment, the two felt awkward, unsure what to say.

"I'll go out and see what's going on. Staying here in fear isn't a solution. If I get a chance, I'll take you out of here;
those people won't dare to do anything reckless then," the old man said, unable to contain himself any longer, breaking the silence. The room's camera
was also equipped with a listening device, and it worked very well; even though Old Luo's voice wasn't loud, it could still be heard clearly.

His wife grabbed his hand: "Since Ni Yuan dared to use force at the Red Sea Leisure Club today, he must
have a good relationship with the owner. I was careless; we can't go out now."

"But we can't stay here forever, can we?"

"Uncle Luo, don't worry. The Red Sea Club is busiest in the early morning, and that's
when the staff are busiest. When they're short-staffed, they'll naturally lower their guard against us. Even if there are many people at the entrance, they
won't dare to cause a scene then, and we'll have a better chance of getting out."

His wife's analysis made Ni Yuan slam his fist on the
table . He had thought his wife would call the police, hoping they would help, and the Red Sea Club was most experienced at dealing with the police. But his wife hadn't done that; her calm analysis under pressure hit
him where it hurt. By midnight, although they wouldn't be short-staffed, he really didn't dare cause any trouble. Although he
had a good relationship with the boss of the Red Sea, it was only because of his father's influence. In front of others, he was just a junior and
would never dare to act presumptuously.

By midnight, the corridor was packed with people. Forget about causing trouble; even the people standing at the door
would likely have to leave. Otherwise, some arrogant guests might think there was a special guest more important than themselves,
leading to some kind of argument that wouldn't be good for anyone.

Ni Yuan tapped his fingers, calculating. At this point, he could only pray the two were asleep in the room so
he could send someone to sneak in quietly. But his wife wouldn't make such a mistake.

After a brief conversation, they realized their hands had been clasped together and awkwardly let go.

His wife and Old Luo were often alone in a room, so while she wasn't overly nervous, the tense atmosphere
still made her a little nervous. After Old Luo sat down, she stood up and sat alone on the edge of the bed, silently waiting
for time to pass.

It was still 8 PM, a long time before midnight. Perhaps because her nerves were constantly on edge,
his wife seemed more tired than usual, only managing to stay awake. As time went on, her
spirits began to wane, and she gradually slumped onto the bed. Ni Yuan was quite pleased with himself, but Old Luo's performance gave him no
opportunity. The old man, like a tireless machine, sat motionless on the sofa, only
occasionally his wife lying on the bed.

Just as his wife was dozing off, she felt something on her and opened her eyes in surprise.
She saw Old Luo covering her with a blanket, and her face flushed again.

"Oh, did I wake you, my dear? You sleep for a while, I'll watch over you. I'll wake you at midnight."

Old Luo's tenderness was hard to tell if it was genuine affection or something he was planning. His wife wasn't used to sleeping in unfamiliar
places and had only lain down because she was too tired. She was a little
embarrassed that Old Luo had seen her out of sorts. She sat up and said, "No need, Uncle Luo, how could I sleep in this situation? I
was just trying to doze off for a bit. I haven't thanked you for today's help yet, how could I let you keep watch alone?"

"What are you saying? You're my boss now, this is what I should do. It's my
old man who should be of use, I should be the one thanking you." The old man spoke very politely, and no one
could feel any ill will towards him after hearing this. His wife smiled, also pleased, "You came to our house to enjoy yourself, but
I've troubled you again and again. I feel a little embarrassed by

your words." The two chatted back and forth, and the atmosphere became quite harmonious. Time passed, and Ni Yuan was
pacing . Li Nuo saw this and knew that tonight was destined to be a fruitless trip.

The two inside were chatting away, and no one paid attention to what they were saying. Suddenly, the wife took off her high heels,
revealing her small feet encased in black stockings, and lay flat on the bed. Old Luo sat down beside her and began massaging her temples
. Her long, ink-black hair spread out on the bed as she silently enjoyed the massage from Old Luo's rough fingertips.

Ni Yuan, seeing this, slammed his hand on the table and cursed, "Damn it, what do they think this place is?"

He never expected that the two of them, trapped in the room, would engage in such ambiguous behavior. Obtaining his wife
had always been his ambition, but today's farce felt like he was doing all the work for someone else.
How could not be angry?

"Brother Ni, calm down. Isn't this what our club does? This is nothing special here
. But this woman has a really good figure, especially her temperament. We don't have anything like that in our club!" A security guard
in charge of monitoring the equipment comforted Ni Yuan. He was in charge of the cameras in the darkroom and had watched countless
erotic films; he was used to it. He simply complimented my wife's figure and demeanor.

Ni Yuan cleared his throat, suppressing his temper. His plan had failed, and getting angry here would only invite
ridicule . Now, he could only watch as my wife, the beautiful flesh he had long coveted, slowly fell into someone else's hands.

Old Luo gently massaged his wife's temples, then moved to other acupoints on her head. His wife comfortably
closed her eyes. Taking advantage of this moment, Old Luo's gaze began to wander over his wife's body. First, her sexy, thin lips painted with
light pink lip gloss; then her proud, still-erect breasts as she lay flat; finally, her slightly arched
legs in black stockings, the flesh beneath the thin stockings mysterious and alluring.

From Old Luo's perspective, all he saw was the sexy flesh of her thighs. If it weren't for the tight skirt,
the mystery of her arched thighs would likely have been exposed. Despite this, Old Luo, who was standing so close, still
got a good look, and unconsciously swallowed.

Li Nuo recounted Old Luo's reaction at the time, perhaps somewhat dramatically, but it still touched a nerve. If
the two could be so intimate under those circumstances, they must be even more natural at home.
The video Ni Yuan showed me earlier was definitely not the only incident; what Li Nuo described tonight probably happened before the recording. Although
I haven't , it's enough to break my heart.

Perhaps it's just male selfishness at play; I've had plenty of massages from other women, but
I still can't accept it happening to my wife. My wife has always been reserved; this step is probably a sign of things about to break down.

Old Luo massaged my wife's head for a long time, and her brow had relaxed, clearly she had gotten used to
his massage. Old Luo lifted my wife's head slightly, placing it on his lap, and began to knead
her shoulders. His wife's brow twitched slightly, a blush rising to her cheeks, indicating she
knew about Old Luo's actions, yet she tacitly agreed.

She wore a deep-necked women's suit jacket over a white shirt, the top button undone, revealing her
bare chest. Originally intended to project a confident and capable image, it now became
an opportunity for her to be observed. Through the gap in the open collar, her pink bra was clearly visible, the neckline rising and
falling with the old man's movements. His wife comfortably tightened her shoulders, and the old man, watching her full breasts rise and fall
, quickened his pace. His wife shifted uncomfortably, but didn't break free.

Old Luo's hands moved quickly, veins bulging on his forehead, clearly aroused as well. His wife murmured and
shifted, her black-stockinged bare feet rubbing together. The smooth stockings prevented her knees from finding leverage, so
her delicate feet, lightly resting on the bed, began to rub against the sheets. My wife has a slender figure and her feet, though not small
in size , are fair and delicate. Despite not having much skincare, they remain smooth and white. I've complimented her on her fair feet more than once, but she always
laughs and says it's natural.

I smiled mischievously, never imagining that these naturally beautiful feet would be admired so much by a man other than me.
Old Luo's eyes were bloodshot as he watched his wife's writhing lower body; his previous docile
demeanor . He boldly moved his hands from her shoulder to her arm, using the opportunity of kneading her arm to subtly
brush against her full breasts, his movements so skillful that his wife didn't immediately notice his intentions.

Just as he straightened up to continue, his wife suddenly sat up in bed.
Startled, Old Luo quickly withdrew his hands and remained seated, looking as if he had done something wrong. His wife's pretty face was flushed,
her hair slightly disheveled, but her eyes were fixed on Old Luo's crotch.

It turned out that Old Luo already had a large bulge in his crotch, and his sudden movement had pressed against the top of
his wife head, instantly waking her. Shamefully, not only was the old man's crotch as hard as iron, but his trousers were also
undone, his white and blue striped underwear sticking out from his crotch, creating an indescribably lewd and embarrassing scene.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ni, I..." Old Luo wasn't good with words, and he was even more speechless in this tense situation.
His old face turned red, and he hurriedly pulled up the zipper between his legs, still not knowing what to say.

"Hey, where did this old man come from? Brother Ni, not bad, and quite bold! If
I met a young woman with such a good temperament, I would have pounced on her long ago. Why are you still stammering?"

The security guard in front of the monitor suddenly laughed. Ni Yuan felt very uncomfortable hearing this. He thought he was much better than this old man
in every way , but his wife always treated him coldly, but she was completely unguarded with this old man. The two of them
were so intimate that it felt like he had been slapped in the face.

"Damn it, what kind of mess is Jiang Rui making, leaving this old man at home?" Ni Yuan vented his anger on
me, but still said to the security guard, "Hmph, he was just playing the hero, and now he's taking advantage of
his proximity. He's delusional to want Fang Ni; Fang Ni won't forgive him this time."

"Hey, Brother Ni, you don't understand. Women like this don't look at looks when choosing a man, and ability is
secondary. These kinds of women who care about their feelings are actually powerless against honest, simple men. Think about it, what kind of smooth-talking men do these
sophisticated white-collar workers usually see? They dislike that kind of man the most. This old man
can't say anything right now. As long as he has a place in this woman's heart, he's more likely to be forgiven. Just wait and
see the show , tsk tsk, a sophisticated OL and an old man, this combination is amazing. Sometimes even I don't
understand what these seemingly noble women are thinking." "

This security guard has seen it all, he's got a deep
understanding of these kinds of things between men and women, he can guess pretty accurately what any woman is thinking. As someone who heard it afterward, I can't refute his statement, and now
I really don't know what my wife is thinking." Ni Yuan didn't believe it, but what happened next really
baffled him.

"It's not your fault, Uncle Luo, it's normal for men to react like this, it's just that I overreacted. You're
holding it in, why don't you go inside and take care of it yourself!" His wife said, her face flushed.

"Bang!" Ni Yuan slammed his hand on the table again, as excited as if he were my wife's husband: "Damn
it, we can't let those two get away with this, Ah Mao (a security guard at the club), go knock on the door, don't let them
have their fun in there."

"Hehe, what did I tell you, Brother Ni, sending someone there now probably won't do any good." The
security guard chuckled.

Ni Yuan, his face flushed with anger, watched as Old Man Luo on the monitor slowly walked into the bathroom. His wife remained
sitting blankly on the bed, her eyes unfocused, cheeks flushed, her black-stockinged thighs twitching slightly.

"Knock knock!" The loud knocking from the person Ni Yuan had sent soon followed. His wife snapped out
of her daze, scrambling off the bed like a startled bird, not even bothering to put on her high heels, and ran barefoot onto
the soft carpet to the inner corner, far from the door.

The knocking continued for a while, and his wife, somewhat worried, pushed a table next to the door to block the entrance. Just as she
breathed a sigh of relief , the knocking suddenly turned into banging on the door, startling her back to the inner corner. The louder the noise
, the more she glanced at the half-open glass door of the bathroom and, incredibly, boldly plunged inside.

"Damn it, turn on the cameras inside! Are these guys inhuman?" Ni Yuan was furious at the
sight . He'd intended to scare the couple, but it'd backfired.

The security guard calmly turned on the cameras, saying, "Hey, Ni, you're blinded by
your own situation ! No matter how strong this woman is, she's already terrified. Your harassment is just
pushing her towards that man inside."

Li Nuo was increasingly contemptuous of Ni Yuan. He always messed things up, more
trouble . If it weren't for his privileged background, he wouldn't have the right to even try and get Fang Ni.

The surveillance technology in Honghai was incredibly sophisticated; they could even clearly see what was happening inside the bathroom.
His wife she entered the bathroom, but witnessing it firsthand still left
her speechless with shame.

Old Luo sat on a specially made white stone stool in the club, leaning against the wall, stroking his blackened penis.
His trousers and blue-and-white striped underwear were pulled down to his feet. His short body was curled up, and his old eyes
stared in horror at his wife who had suddenly rushed in. His wife's willow-leaf eyes, however, were fixed on the old man's penis.
A reddish-black mushroom head protruded from the charcoal-black shaft. It wasn't long, but it was surprisingly thick.
The precum flowing from the urethral opening soaked the foreskin-wrapped shaft, and even her rough old hands were mostly wet. The bulging veins on the foreskin made
the shaft look ferocious and terrifying, like a beast ready to devour its prey.

His wife was somewhat frightened. Her earlier words were mostly meant to ease the tension. She couldn't believe that a
man over fifty could not only have such an erection, but also the desire to masturbate
. For a moment, she was truly at a loss.

"Damn, this old man's got some assets. Looks like this woman knows how to pick her guys!"

"Damn, what good is being as black as a lump of coal? The fact that he can even get hard is a testament to his toughness."

"You don't understand, Brother Ni. Most older men are like that. Don't let his short stature fool
you; when it comes to real sex, he's no less capable than a young man. Plus, his girth is something few women can handle. Don't let his dark skin fool you; he's been through the wringer. He probably slept with plenty of women when he was younger. Tsk tsk, a seasoned player. This pretty woman probably won't escape his grasp."

Two men were discussing amongst themselves in front of the monitor. Li Nuo, looking at the penis on the screen, was somewhat
frightened , and compared to this old man Luo's, it was as delicate as a white radish.
Few women could withstand the use of such a weapon. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a slight wetness between her legs.

This was probably the third man's penis her wife had seen. Compared to mine and Ni Yuan's, old man Luo's penis
looked more like a weapon, throbbing under the dark foreskin, like a living python
searching for its prey. Her wife's face paled, and she quickly turned her head away. Although she didn't think much of it, the bathhouses in Honghai
were almost all designed like brothels, with bathtubs and benches designed in a unique way to facilitate lovemaking.
Add to that a lewd old man masturbating, and the scene was incredibly obscene.

"My dear girl, what are you doing…" the old man stammered awkwardly, but his
words . Damn it, he couldn't have missed the commotion outside. It's one thing if he didn't come out, but he's actually
masturbating inside!

"Uncle Luo, hurry up and put your pants on! They might break in; the outer door won't hold them off for long."

His wife, her eyes closed, didn't dare look at the old man and could only urge him to pull up his pants quickly.

"But now… didn't you say they wouldn't dare do anything? How come it's almost midnight, and they're trying
to break in?" Old Luo, who was fierce in a fight, was now being incredibly hesitant.

"They might be desperate, but there shouldn't be many of them, otherwise they would have broken down the door long ago. Uncle Luo,
it's up to you now."

"But I..." Old Luo slumped his hands, his penis still standing erect,
exuding a murderous aura . His wife opened her eyes at his hesitation, her gaze falling on the unruly penis.
Startled, she took a step back and said, "Uncle Luo, you..."

"My dear, I don't want to be like this, but I can't go out and deal with them like this. If I don't
get out, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

"This..." The old man's words were clearly malicious, full of malice, but his wife had no choice but
to rely on him: "Then how can you..."

His wife hadn't even felt disgusted yet, letting the old man's gaze sweep over her.
Old looked his wife up and down, and suddenly his gaze fell on her black-stockinged feet. She wasn't wearing anything;
the white skin on the instep of her feet, encased in thin stockings, was faintly visible, and even the veins under the skin were clearly visible. The alluring
haze made the old man's penis throb even more, forming a sharp angle with his belly, making it look even more horrifying.

Seeing the old man's gaze lingering on her legs, the wife gritted her teeth, rubbing her knees together, and sat down in front of
the vanity She pulled off both of her sheer black stockings, one on each side,
and thrust them in front of the old man, her cheeks practically bleeding as she dared not look up: "You...you hurry up..."

The old man took the still-warm stockings as if they were a treasure, skillfully holding one in each hand. He wrapped
one stocking around his penis with his left hand and rubbed it, while his right hand curled the other into a ball and
inhaled it , looking exactly like an addict encountering long-awaited drugs. His actions were extremely lewd, and the entire bathroom
was instantly filled with an air of eroticism.

Hearing Li Nuo say this, I slammed my hand on the table and stood up. My wife was indeed indulging the old man's lewd acts towards her
intimate parts. The two pairs of stockings in the old man's room were probably given to him by his wife, otherwise,
why be so calm? How could this be? I couldn't understand it at all.
How could the old man and his wife's relationship be so good that they hadn't even broken the most basic rules of propriety between men and women? If the old man was like a drug addict, wasn't
his wife the same? She repeatedly indulged his lewd behavior, knowing full well that she was heading down a bottomless abyss but not
pulling back. This was clearly a recipe for disaster!

I rubbed my nails into my hair. If Li Nuo wanted to make me suffer, then she
had already achieved her goal. I didn't stop her from continuing, and she didn't stop either.

The banging on the door outside the room stopped abruptly. The wife's tension seemed to have eased somewhat; she didn't urge
the old man to finish quickly, but silently turned her head away, not daring to look at him. Her long, slender, white legs were crossed beneath her tight skirt
, her pinkish-white feet tiptoeing towards the dressing table, revealing pale pink soles. Her long, rounded toes, like piano keys, were bent upwards
, causing her pink toenails to bleed almost from the pressure, a testament to her restless
emotions .

The old man stood to the side of his wife, facing the dressing table, his left hand rapidly stroking his penis. The already dark foreskin,
covered by black stockings, was even darker. The quickly flipped and re-covered shaft glimpsed, the reddish-black
glans gradually becoming engorged with blood, and precum gushed from the urethral opening like a spring, soaking the black stockings completely, as if water could be wrung out
at any moment .

Old Luo, his right hand covering his mouth and nose, continued to inhale deeply through the stockings until he could no longer breathe, only then
taking a few deep breaths of fresh air. It was hard to imagine such a frenzied act
coming ; even a blind man could see from his obsessive movements that he possessed a vigorous libido no less than that of a young man, perhaps even
surpassing it.

The old man continued his lewd behavior, showing no signs of ejaculation, his stamina astonishing. His gaze never
left his wife, scanning back and forth, only
pausing . Looking at his lewd reflection in the mirror in front of the dressing table, the old man not only didn't restrain himself, but instead masturbated
even more vigorously.

His wife's fair legs suddenly began to rub together again, and the old man seemed somewhat pleased, masturbating even more vigorously.

The people watching on the monitor were also aroused; Ni Yuan, in particular, couldn't contain himself several times and wanted to
break down the door, but was stopped each time.

The sharp-eyed security guard suddenly remarked, "This woman's fallen for him."

"Huh? That's impossible. How could Fang Ni be so easily swayed by an old man? Back in the day, I..."

In Ni Yuan's eyes, his wife was the kind of woman even drugs couldn't seduce; how could she possibly fall for an old man?
He quickly stopped himself.

"Look, where are her eyes looking?"

At the guard's prompting, Ni Yuan and Li Nuo looked and realized that his wife's gaze was directed
at the mirror. Although not directly at it, they could clearly see Old Luo's every move in the mirror from the corner of their eye.

Meanwhile, his wife's slender, white hand, which was smoothing the wrinkles on her tight skirt, occasionally slipped inside her thigh to caress...
This self-deceptive behavior revealed the restlessness in her heart.

Ni Yuan stared wide-eyed, somewhat incredulous. But only I knew that since the day I had the accident, my wife
had n't tasted meat for over a month. Before, when I was home, my wife and I would maintain a regular two to
three times a week for sex, and her body had long been accustomed to this routine. This long interruption had likely
caused to react, and now, caught in this situation with Old Luo, she was embarrassed and had no way to avoid it.
Furthermore, my wife had feelings for Old Luo, making the chances of something going wrong extremely high.

Old Luo, after a long period of masturbation without ejaculation, seemed to be losing his stamina, and his pace gradually slowed until
he stopped . Weakly, Old Luo untied the stockings wrapped around his penis, his right hand tightly
gripping the stockings he used for licking. Both stockings were already disheveled, the one that had covered his penis was particularly wet
, and both stockings emitted a strange, unbearable odor.

"Slap!" Old Luo suddenly threw the stockings on the ground, raised his hand and slapped himself. His wife was startled
and sat up abruptly, staring blankly at him, confused, her face still flushed.

"Uncle Luo, what are you doing..."

"Daughter, I'm so sorry. I urged you to come here, promising that I could handle anything, but now
we stuck here, and I, like an animal, took advantage of your vulnerability, masturbating to your innocent body.

I... I'm so ashamed!"

"Slap! Slap!" Old Luo choked as he slapped himself a few more times. His wife quickly got up and grabbed his
hand, explaining, "Uncle Luo, don't be like this. How can you blame yourself? I made the decision; you were just
following my instructions. I already feel guilty about your son's situation, and you're willing to help our
family without holding a grudge. I'm grateful enough; I wouldn't blame you."

"But I... sigh!" Old Luo stammered and fell silent again.

"Bang!" This time, it was the security guard who slammed his fist on the table, startling Ni Yuan and Li Nuo. "
What did I tell you? A seasoned womanizer, a typical womanizer! Damn, force won't work on this kind of woman,
only a self-inflicted injury will do. This old fox is really clever!

" "This actually works?" Ni Yuan was dumbfounded. He had tried to seduce his wife before, but still
failed . He never expected this old man Luo to pull such a turn.

"Brother Ni, don't underestimate this trick. It's not something you can use in every situation. This old man
must have put in a lot of effort to win this woman's heart before. This time, he used a self-inflicted injury to touch her heartstrings.
Otherwise given her temperament, she wouldn't have paid any attention to him. It has to be a series of interconnected steps!"

I deeply agreed with the security guard's analysis. Old man Luo was no pushover. His
taciturn demeanor was the perfect disguise for a schemer. He used his wife's remorse as a breakthrough point,
step by step extending his claws towards her, destroying my home. Is this my retribution, or his
revenge?

"Uncle Luo, will you only recover if you ejaculate?" his wife suddenly asked. This
blatant question made Old Luo's brow furrow. "Yes... but I've tried for so long and I still can't get it out. Maybe
I'm too old, I'm not as strong as I used to be."

Damn it, how could he say such a shameless thing? If he's not as strong as he used to be, there's probably
no normal man in the world.

"Then... if you don't object, I'll help you..." His wife's face
flushed even more as she said this, but her voice no longer trembled, as if she had returned to being that elegant white-collar
woman.

Old Luo's old eyes lit up, his small eyes narrowing into slits, obscuring his despicable gaze:
"This... how can this be! How can we face Xiao Jiang if you do this? This is too unfair to you."

To hell with it, if I were there, I would have rushed in and beaten this hypocritical old man without hesitation,
but I only found out the truth now.

"Don't think too much about it. If we get out of here safely tonight, Jiang Rui probably won't blame you.
Besides, I did all this voluntarily. Although it's somewhat against my conscience, I haven't really betrayed Jiang Rui, so
you don't need to feel guilty."

His wife actually comforted Old Man Luo. This clever woman, seemingly under some kind of spell, had
fallen step by step into the trap of this lecherous old man. And the cause of all this was my sudden car accident
—truly, he brought it on himself.

"Uncle Luo, please sit down," his wife said, blushing. Old Man Luo, flattered, quickly took a few steps back
and found a seat. His wife blushed even more when she saw that the old man was sitting on a specially made erotic chair from the club,
a two-seater facing each other, one high and one low. The higher seat was for the man to easily perform oral sex, while the higher seat was for the woman to easily perform foot massages
or be served by the man. In short, this deliberate design can satisfy almost all the needs of men and women for lovemaking.
Unfortunately, the wife was tricked into this club. She never expected that the design here would be so filthy.

And the old man Luo chose the high seat. "Damn it, I'm going to make Fang
Ni..." Ni Yuan slammed the table again and stood up. The security guard was rubbing his hands excitedly.

"This old man is a real master. To deal with this kind of woman, you have to take a superior position and destroy her inner
pride first. Once this woman sits on that low seat and plays this game once, she'll probably be even less able to resist this old man in the future.

Brother Ni, this is going to be a big show! Hehe..."

Li Nuo was
already
watching the monitor with her heart pounding, and after the security guard's words, she became even more nervous. She had never imagined that there were so many twists and turns in the love between men and women. What she had seen today was the source of her completely shattered worldview. Her eyes were fixed on her wife, wanting to see what she would do.

Seeing that Old Man Luo had chosen such a seat, her wife's suppressed emotions were stirred up
again . Her bare feet on the cold floor trembled slightly, and she stood there, unable to move.

"My dear girl..." Old Man Luo actually put on a troubled victim's expression and called out from there.

Hearing the voice, the wife trembled, as if under a spell, and actually walked over step by step. When she reached
the old man , her gaze fixed again on his still-erect genitals, and her eyes gradually became misty, a mixture
of infatuation and tears of humiliation.

Seeing that his wife was standing beside him without sitting down, the old man boldly took his wife's slender, white hand, causing
her to tremble again. "Daughter, it was just my wishful thinking. Don't worry, as long as I can get you out of here today..."
"I'll go back and atone with my death!" Old Luo said passionately, but his wife remained silent. After hesitating for a long time,
she said , "Uncle Luo, are you really not blaming Jiang Rui for what happened to your son?"

I didn't expect my wife to bring me up at this time. If she was thinking of me, why did she do these things
that wronged me? Was it just to lessen her guilt?

Old Luo pondered for a long time before saying, "Girl, it would be a lie to say I didn't hate him before, but
these past few days in your family, you've treated this old man with utmost respect, and now... how could I possibly hate him? Jiang
Rui's matter will naturally be dealt with by law, don't worry, I won't make trouble. This is my
promise ."

"Hey, I didn't expect there to be something going on here, Brother Ni. You're even willing to abandon your son for a woman, that's pretty awesome.

You didn't lose unjustly, any man with this kind of ruthless methods could get any woman.
" The security guard was quite pleased with this unexpected gossip.

"What methods? It's just that Jiang Rui's son had the bad luck to run into this old man's son. Damn it, this
unexpected troublemaker is my nemesis, the meat that was in my mouth ended up in his mouth."

Ni Yuan naturally disagreed with the security guard's words, knowing that he was destined to return empty-handed today. Seeing that
midnight was approaching, he had already called someone to call the people at the door back. If he could witness his
wife's downfall today, he would probably be happy to see it, even though he wasn't the one who led her astray; he would still
be happy to be a spectator.

Old Luo, holding his wife's hand, felt her tension lessen. Without waiting for her to sit down
on the low chair opposite him, he guided her delicate hand towards his penis. His wife sensed what he was about to do but didn't
resist , turning her head away, unable to bear looking at this horrifying thing. However, with each step her hand approached his penis, the trembling of her hand grew
more violent, until her fingers touched something hard and warm.

His wife's hand trembled, an urge to break free, but Old Luo quickly reached out with his other hand to grab her, preventing
her from reflexively escaping. His old eyes were fixed intently on his wife's pale profile and the throbbing
veins in her neck.

With both hands holding her, his wife couldn't break free. Old Luo held his wife's wrist with one hand, and with the other,
guided her hand to grasp the monstrous shaft. When his wife felt a warmth in her palm, she finally turned around and
looked at the terrifying venomous snake held in her fair hand. Her pretty face turned bright red, almost bleeding.
The stark contrast between the charcoal-black penis and her delicate white hand was so glaring that it was impossible to look directly at it.

As she tilted her head back, her eyes met Old Luo's. The old man's eyes flickered, as if he were trying
to gain her sympathy. Seeing this, his wife slouched and moved to the low chair, actually sitting down.

"Holy crap!" The spectator in front of the monitor exclaimed excitedly again, "Hehe, it was bound to happen sooner
or later! Brother Ni, it's all thanks to you!"

Ni Yuan ignored the security guard's words; the guards in the dark room were all the boss's men, and he couldn't afford to offend them.

Li Nuo, standing to the side, was also somewhat dazed, and as a spectator, her body began to tremble.

After his wife sat down, Old Luo released her hand, gripped the chair back with both hands behind his back, and leaned
back, seemingly ready to indulge in his wife's service. His wife, now free of restraint, held onto
his penis as if rooted to the spot. This wasn't the first time she'd masturbated a man other than her husband;
this strange familiarity gave her a feeling of déjà vu, only the enormous object in her hand was beyond
her comprehension.

After a moment of bewilderment, the old man met her gaze again, looking at her with a pleading expression. His wife used
her other hand to adjust her tight skirt and straightened her body, then actually began to stroke him
, her head bowed low, her face hidden by her long hair.

From the moment his wife grasped his penis, Old Luo had felt an indescribable pleasure between his brows;
now, seeing his wife stroking him, he dared to tilt his head back and fully enjoy it.

Unaware that her shameful act of infidelity had been clearly captured on the club's security cameras, the wife continued
her frenzied masturbation, her movements gradually becoming more practiced and faster. It was unclear whether she genuinely wanted the old man to finish quickly, or if she was simply
unable to resist.

The old man's dark foreskin was held in her soft, white hands; the pleasure
was indescribable , evident in his expression. This sensation was entirely different from her own self-inflicted masturbation;
the mental and physical sensations were on completely different levels.

Under the caress of her delicate hands, the foreskin gently swallowed and released the dark glans, like a mischievous, greedy boy devouring
the most delicious thing. The occasional glimpses of bright red stalk flesh became the only bright spot in the charcoal black.
The precum had been incessant from the beginning, quickly soaking his wife's delicate hands. The transparent
precum, now contaminated, immediately reflected a unique luster, like the finest cosmetic for her fair palms, shimmering brilliantly under
the light , almost blinding to the eye. Even the expensive nail polish on her pinkish-white nails couldn't
compete.

Perhaps somewhat accustomed to his wife's rhythmic stroking, Old Luo lowered his head, wanting
to beg her to change the rhythm. But his wife, her head bowed, her pretty face hidden by her hair, didn't notice his
expression at all. However, he could clearly see from her eyes that her other hand had somehow slipped
inside her tight skirt. Given the length of the skirt, her hand should have been caressing the inside of her thigh.

A faint smile played on Old Luo's lips: "My dear girl..." His murmur roused
his wife from her lust. She looked up, her pretty face, streaked with a few strands of hair,
flushed , even her eyebrows and eyes were tinged with red. She looked at Old Luo with suspicion, her hands
slowing their movements.

"Could I..." Old Luo gestured with his eyes towards her hand on his genitals. His wife understood immediately, and lowered her head
again , unsure whether to nod or to show her shame at his excessive request.

Just as Old Luo was about to give up in disappointment, his wife suddenly extended her long, slender thumb and, using the lubrication of her precum at the urethral opening,
began to rub against his large, reddish-black glans. The old man felt an immediate surge of pleasure from his feet to his head.
His hands, gripping the back of the chair, slightly lifted his body, as if he couldn't bear the intense sensation. His eyes, fixed on his wife, turned
bloodshot Using the strength of his hands, he used her tightly clenched hands as a vagina, thrusting in and out.

His wife, in turn, followed his movements, scraping his penis with her thumb with each thrust .
His eyes seemed to be cleaning the filth off his glans, so intensely satisfying that the old man couldn't stop. His short, wrinkled body
moved up and down like a wind-up toy, an indescribably lewd sight.

"Damn!" This ultimate pleasure was being enjoyed by a lewd old man, and Ni Yuan couldn't sit still any longer.

"Hehe, this woman is probably going to fall for him. Did you see her eyes just now? She was already completely lost in passion . Right
now, she's lost all instinct for thought, only her most primal animalistic desires remain. I'm afraid that even if this
old man forced himself on her, she wouldn't object." The security guard laughed gleefully.

Li Nuo felt a wetness in her lower body as she watched the performance on camera. She had never imagined that watching someone perform on camera would have such a
strong visual impact, especially since the female lead on camera was her idol, Sister Ni. At this moment, she suppressed
an urge to rush out and relieve herself with her hand. This is the most primal tragedy of humanity as animals: once lust takes over
, the human shell is shed, leaving only the instincts of a beast, which no matter how self-righteous a person is, they cannot resist.

As the wife used various methods to help Old Luo relieve himself, her own desires deepened, and
she probably also felt an urge to release. Old Luo, sitting high above, looked at his wife's disheveled hair, undoubtedly feeling
a perverse pleasure. His gaze remained fixed on her, trying to discern her expression through her hair, while
his body thrust relentlessly, imagining what it would be like to penetrate this woman.

His wife, however, was completely unaware, instead diligently cooperating with the old man's defilement, trying to help him complete
this blasphemous ritual so that she too could find release. At this moment, all her former haughty and refined air was gone;
what difference was there between her and the hostesses at the club?

With this frenzied action, the wife's hands became muddy and slippery along with the old man's penis, the thrusting and
withdrawing becoming unobstructed, thus diminishing the pleasure of physical friction. The old man was clearly still unsatisfied.
After a few moments of rapid thrusting, he stopped again.

This time, before he could beg his wife, she looked up at him, seemingly confused as to why he had stopped.

Her pretty face was even redder than before, the redness in the whites of her eyes even more intense, her desire reaching an
unprecedented height.

"This...I..." Old Luo stammered again, not daring to speak directly, but his gaze drifted to
his wife's fair feet pressed together, his condescending posture like that of a king visiting his beloved concubine, and
his wife showed no resistance whatsoever. Although his gaze dared not contain any command, this shameless
pleading only brought a different kind of penetration to his wife, and the two tacitly switched seats.

At this point, his wife was almost completely unguarded with Old Luo, which could not be explained
simply by being cornered here. Although I suspected that Li Nuo might have embellished the story, my wife's recent changes
seemed to tell me that it was all true. I shook my head and listened to Li Nuo finish speaking.

After they switched seats, the wife sat on the high chair, her slender figure stretching out, her beautiful legs
appearing Under the bathroom lights, contrasted with her black suit, they shone brightly, attracting attention. Meanwhile, Old Luo
hunched over on a low stool, his already short frame becoming even more stooped. He sat there like a humble servant
attending to his queen. However, this queen was rather incompetent; her flushed face dared not look at
the person before her, instead being wantonly tormented by her servant.

Old Luo's hands trembled with excitement, as if he were too old to control his limbs
. His old eyes were fixed on the pair of beautiful legs he had long coveted, and with trembling hands, he reached out and cupped those long
-desired feet in his hands. He grasped his wife's ankles in each hand, placing her
naked feet on his thighs as if holding exquisite jade, rubbing them against his rough, calloused skin. A few sparse, grayish hairs on his skin
even clung together, vying to entwine with her fair skin.

His wife had been trembling ever since she was bewildered and changed seats. There was no indication of
any particular reaction to the old man's disrespectful actions; she simply let him manipulate her like a puppet, offering no resistance. It was impossible to tell
whether the first time the old man had touched her legs and feet. Her office uniform was almost wrinkle-free, and she
leaned as if taking a nap in her office. However, the half-naked old man beneath her
shattered this beautiful scene, and his lewd behavior was the greatest desecration.

Old Luo held his wife's jade-like legs without rushing to press them onto his penis. Instead, just like I
saw in Ni Yuan's video, he gently kneaded his wife's shapely calves with his aged fingers
, occasionally rubbing the flesh with the calluses on his palms, as if he were really just massaging her and not trying to desecrate
the beauty before him. His wife's breathing gradually calmed under his gentle touch, her breath sweet as orchids.

The old man carefully observed his wife's reactions, occasionally withdrawing one hand to press on
the soles , causing her jade-like legs to tremble and her long, rounded toes to involuntarily curl together, like
silkworms spinning their own cocoons.

From beginning to end, the old man's penis remained engorged and red, yet he did not
touch , truly like a servant awaiting the queen's command before daring to enjoy this feast.

After the massage continued for a while, the old man's gaze suddenly began to look straight ahead, as if attracted by something
. It turned out that after several trembling and twisting movements, his wife's narrow skirt had unfortunately left
a clear slit in the ground from his parallel perspective, allowing the old man to see the deep, winding path inside.

Old Luo stared intently for a long time, his grip tightening even more, his thumb pressing
harder against his wife's foot, almost making her moan several times. After a while, as his wife turned her head, she
finally noticed where Old Luo's gaze was. In a panic, she quickly smoothed the bulge in her tight skirt and
pulled her leg back from his lap.

"I'm sorry, my dear, you're so beautiful, I wasn't paying attention..." Old Luo, seeing his wife
withdraw her foot, thought she was angry and hurriedly explained, but there was no apology in his words.

"I'm not blaming you, Uncle Luo," his wife murmured, catching her breath.
Her gaze returned to Old Luo's erect penis, still displaying its menacing posture.

"Uncle Luo, why haven't you...?"

"I...I don't know either. It's almost midnight, but this old man's body still..."

"Then what should we do now?" His wife's IQ seemed to plummet in the heat of passion; the old man's words were barely audible.
She believed him almost entirely; I don't know where her trust in the old man came from. I feared that if he suggested
sex , she would half-heartedly agree—it's truly pathetic.

The old man's face was flushed, whether from embarrassment or excitement, I couldn't tell. He looked around, then suddenly
saw the pair of ultra-thin black stockings he had discarded, crumpled and worn out on the ground. He rushed forward
and picked them up.

"Uncle Luo, you…" His wife watched as he retrieved the discarded stockings, sat back on the low stool, and stole glances
at her legs. How could she not know what he was thinking?

"Daughter, don't worry, Uncle will be done quickly. I'm just afraid I won't be able to hold back and will do something to betray Xiao Jiang. Please
grant Uncle this last time; I'll be your slave when we get back."

The old man spoke pitifully, but it wasn't a plea. His wife glared at him, wanting to scold him, but
didn't know how to begin. If at the beginning it was merely a misguided path, mistakenly arousing the old man's desires at this moment,
and the desire to quickly relieve them so they could all leave together with a shared goal, then now the
old man 's actions were clearly an attempt to satisfy his own lust, and had gone far beyond what was now expected.
If his wife were to wear those filthy stockings, it would be the greatest insult to her, and she would likely never be able to remain calm in the face of this old man again
.

But the old man knew he wouldn't get his wife's consent, and without waiting for her to speak, he moved her long,
slender legs, pressed tightly together in front of him, and began to pull the wrinkled stocking onto her
feet smelled; although it was somewhat saliva-stained, it was relatively dry.

"Uncle Luo, please don't do this, I'm going to get angry." Although his wife tried to break free, the tension from the previous massage had left her feeling weak, and she couldn't escape
the old man's forceful grip . "Daughter, I'm sorry, but I'll go crazy if this continues. I haven't been with a woman in almost twenty years , I'll die if I don't release this tension. Anyway, you said we haven't crossed that line, why can't you grant my wish? Your husband killed my son, do you want to kill me too?" His wife's struggles abruptly stopped when he uttered those last words. At that time , my case hadn't gone to trial, and she had always been completely submissive to him. But now, was she going to fawn over him like this ? Did she have to obey that old man unconditionally as long as it wasn't actual penetration? "Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!" Ni Yuan cursed four times in front of the monitor, his mind probably racing with a thousand curses . "This old man has the guts, why doesn't he just go for it! Is he trying to humiliate me?" If it were Ni Yuan in this situation , he probably would have already drawn his sword and mounted her. "This isn't the right time. If he tries to force himself on her, she'll probably fight back desperately. Brother Ni, this is a trap This old man wants more than just a one-night stand. He's taking things slowly, breaking down her defenses. He 's trying to develop a long-term relationship!" The security guard's words made Ni Yuan's heart skip a beat: "Him?" "Don't underestimate this old man. Sigh, I don't know what he's up to either. Anyway, if you're still not giving up on this woman, you'll have to put in some more effort." On the monitor, Old Luo, seeing his wife stop resisting, was overjoyed and started putting stockings on her. The stockings were of excellent quality ; the originally wrinkled black stockings, once back on his wife's jade-like feet, had become smooth again. However, the irregular dampness gave her legs an uneven color, adding a unique, erotic touch. The old man's technique was practiced, as if he had rehearsed countless times. He rolled the stockings into a ball and slipped them over her toes, slowly pulling them upwards. His breathing became heavy with each movement, revealing the beautiful legs he had longed for in stockings once more. When the stockings reached her knees, she suddenly stopped his hand from moving upwards . He looked at her questioningly; her watery eyes avoided his gaze, and she silently shook her head. Just as he was about to give up in disappointment, his wife abruptly took the stocking from his hand and pulled it up her plump thighs. After the stockings were fully on, the wife's trembling hands adjusted the top of the stockings. The black stockings contrasted , and Old Luo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets with excitement. Her fair legs, veiled by the ultra-thin material of the stockings, revealed glimpses of her flesh, with specks of wetness further emphasizing their sensuality. This erotic embellishment added a strange allure to her already sexy legs, making Old Luo's calves tremble. His wife tilted her head back, eyes closed, her shame and indignation palpable. Old Luo swallowed hard, then lifted his wife's other leg and slipped the stocking, soaked with her own fluids and previously covering his penis, onto that foot. The stockings, now tainted with the fluids, emitted a foul odor, but Old Luo didn't hesitate; instead, he seemed even more excited. The moment the stockings touched her foot, his wife trembled violently again, unlike her docile demeanor when she put the other stocking on. The soaked stockings brought a chilling touch, a profound insult to her usually haughty image. She usually prided herself on being a strong woman, but now, covered in this filth, tears welled in her eyes. Old Luo ignored her, slowly pulling the stockings up. Wet stockings are difficult to put on and smooth out; the wet fabric offered no concealment over his wife's fair legs, making her jade-like skin even more alluring under the damp black fabric. As usual, when Old Luo painstakingly pulled the stockings down to his wife's knees, she trembled as she took them and pulled the tops up to her thighs to smooth them out, perhaps afraid that Old Luo's touch would further arouse her desire. Watching his wife successfully complete this task with her cooperation, the old man rubbed his hands together excitedly, wanting to shout out loud. His wife, feeling uncomfortable in her cold, damp stockings, rubbed . Old Luo, his eyes reddening, scrutinized her legs, observing their varying shades of white and flesh, a different kind of stimulating visual pleasure. The woman's restless movements added to the allure, like a visual feast he couldn't resist indulging in. Seeing that Old Luo hadn't moved, his wife assumed he was peeking under her skirt again and instinctively...

He pressed down on the narrow skirt on her thighs. Seeing the shy look on the woman he had long coveted, Old Luo finally
couldn't restrain . He grabbed his wife's calves and pressed her feet against his penis.

"Mmm..." Old Luo let out a groan of pleasure. Perhaps the coolness and warmth from her feet
gave a unique experience, and he was momentarily overwhelmed by the stimulation. His wife also felt a jolt of electricity run through her body.
Her long legs trembled, but she didn't move away.

The warmth from his hot penis gradually melted away the coolness of her feet. His wife pressed her feet against his penis
, even stepping on the shaft. Her delicate toes curled up on the glans, wanting to
have intimate contact with this hot, lustful thing.

Before his wife could move, Old Luo pinched the back of her feet with his palms, pressing her
warm , and began to rhythmically stroke her up and down. His heavy breathing
became more and more frequent. Compared to physical pleasure, the mental stimulation was probably the old man's greatest joy.

"Ah..." his wife groaned, making it seem as if she was overwhelmed with excitement. "Uncle Luo,
be gentle." It turned out that the old man was too excited and had gripped his wife's instep too tightly, almost self-destructively
squeezing his penis with the sole of her foot. He was fine, but his wife was in unbearable pain.

"Ah, I'm sorry, daughter, I hurt you. But I just couldn't help it." The old man finally
realized his mistake.

"Uncle Luo, let go, I... I can do it myself." His wife sat up straight, her gaze finally falling on the
point where their bodies were joined. Her face was as red as a dyed cloth, her features indistinct. Her timid words
excited the old man even more. He quickly released his grip on his wife's instep and instead grabbed the leg of the low stool, preparing to once
again indulge in his wife's proactive service.

This wasn't the first time my wife had performed footjobs, but I, her legal husband, had never even enjoyed it, and she
'd already done it twice for someone else. This time, the man was an old man over fifty.
Even now, hearing about it makes my heart ache like it's being cut with a knife.

My wife skillfully used one foot to press down on the old man's grotesque penis, while the other foot teased his
scrotum with its toes. His testicles inside his scrotum felt like two toy marbles, squeezing and grinding, sending the old man
into a frenzy of pleasure, groaning incessantly.

My wife was truly determined to finish him quickly, putting in no effort whatsoever. She suppressed all
her shame, using both feet simultaneously. One foot relentlessly ground against the old man's penis
and glans, while the other constantly teased his scrotum with its toes, ensuring the old man's pleasure was unstoppable.

Old Luo, surprisingly, showed no signs of ejaculation for a long time. His old eyes were fixed on his wife
's jade feet, which were playing with his penis, and the pleasure in his heart seemed to have reached an indescribable level. Only when his wife's stockings were soaked with her own
fluids to the point that they were indistinguishable did the old man begin to pant.

Looking at his jade feet, soaked in her own fluids beneath the black stockings, his rounded toes were muddy and
his pink toenails reflected a bewitching luster under the transparent liquid. His wife generously
rubbed and circled her toes on the old man's glans, as if welcoming her master's impending vomit, showing
no disgust for its filth and ugliness, wanting to offer everything to her master.

Old Luo's eyes were wide open, his lust reaching a terrifying height, his face like that of a dying old man making a final struggle
before death . Suddenly, he looked up and met his wife's bloodshot and tearful eyes, looking at her
elegant office lady attire, seemingly deriving immense satisfaction.

"Ugh..." Old Luo let out a heavy groan. His wife knew he was about to ejaculate and tried
to pull feet back from his penis, but he held them firmly down.

Old Luo used his wife's soaked black-stockinged soles to vigorously stroke his penis a few more times, then suddenly clamped
his glans
feet and up her thighs, all the way to her skirt.

One spurt, two spurts, three spurts... a total of five spurts, lasting for more than ten seconds, the amount was astonishing. His wife's
entire lower body, from her skirt to her black stockings, was unevenly covered with large puddles of semen, staining
most of the black stockings white, not to mention how much had dripped onto the ground.

"Holy crap, is this old man a dairy cow? With that much milk, if he were to get inside this woman, he'd
probably impregnate her in one go. There wouldn't be enough condoms to hold it all!" The security guard
exclaimed again, astonished by the old man's actions.

"..." Ni Yuan slumped in front of the camera, speechless, lost in thought. Li Nuo,
terrified by the scene, sat down on the ground to cover her overflowing genitals.

"So, Ni-ge, isn't watching someone humiliate your favorite woman more satisfying than actually
having sex ? You know, when you've had your fill of women, sometimes watching others have sex with women is even more exhilarating,
especially if it's someone you know or someone you like. It's fucking awesome! It's a shame this
old man didn't actually have sex with her this time, otherwise I would definitely record it and take it home to masturbate every day."

"..." Ni Yuan sat silently, seemingly paralyzed with fear, unresponsive to the security guard's words.

The wife sat there motionless in front of the camera, head bowed, her face once again obscured by her long hair cascading down her front.
Her gaze was fixed on the pools of semen on and under her skirt, especially on
the part of her fair thighs not covered by black stockings. It was as if she could see her already flushed skin's pores absorbing this filthy semen like milk
, as if it were the most effective whitening agent in the world, deeply absorbed and then implanted into her soul.

Old Luo remained immersed in the peak of pleasure for a long time. When he slowly came to his senses, his old face
flushed with a baby-like redness. It was like
the refreshed appearance of an old man in a martial arts novel after mastering supreme martial arts—simply unbelievable.

When Old Luo saw his wife sitting there blankly, and then looked at the evil he had committed, he suddenly
felt a little scared: "My dear girl... it's all my fault for being so greedy! Don't think anything of it!
You saved my life, from now on, if you say go east, I'll never go west..." Old Luo's words became somewhat
incoherent .

His wife suddenly stood up, pulled the old man up from his seat, and pushed him straight out. "Hey, my dear girl,
what are you doing? Hey, my clothes..." His wife shoved Old Luo out of the bathroom door and slammed
it shut, making Old Luo shout frantically outside.

"My dear girl, don't do anything rash! It's all my fault, this old man's fault. You
can beat me or kill me when you get back, just don't do anything reckless!" Old Luo pounded on the door, making the people watching the monitor think
his wife was about to commit suicide after being humiliated!

"Shut up, I just need to clean up, don't shout. Uncle Luo, I'll
settle accounts with you when I get back."

Hearing his wife say this, Old Luo finally stopped, but he was still worried and sat
blankly on the carpet by the door.

In the bathroom, his wife walked to the dressing table and suddenly took off her tight skirt, not even having time to take off
her stockings stained with semen. Her pink silk panties were exposed in front of the camera. Of course, she didn't
know that someone was watching her.

She sat on the chair in front of the dressing table, pulled aside her panties, and directly inserted her right index and middle fingers
. "Pfft!" My wife's lower body was already overflowing with fluids. The insertion of my fingers into her vagina caused a gush of
wetness , which gushed out and soaked the white chair surface. The dark pubic hair on her mons pubis was also wet, twisting
and draping against the entrance, making her entire vulva a muddy mess.

My wife was masturbating. I couldn't believe it. In all these years of marriage, I had never seen her do this, and her
blog, filled with her private thoughts, never mentioned it. I always thought that Fang
Ni, so proud and aloof like a snow lotus in front of others, wouldn't have such vulgar sexual interests. But who knew that when lust struck and her will was overwhelmed by the tide, she
was just a female beast desperately seeking survival and primal pleasure?

My thoughts were in chaos, but Li Nuo didn't stop this demonic curse.

My wife desperately tried to release the pent-up desire within her, her already smooth fingers
moving freely . My wife thrust rapidly, but this didn't seem to quell her inner desires. Suddenly, her eyes
caught sight of a pink object on the vanity table—a vibrator about fifteen centimeters long.

This kind of thing should be offered at the counter in the Red Sea Leisure Club, but for some reason,
it was in front of her wife. The vibrator was about four centimeters in diameter, and its body was evenly covered with
granular bumps, truly deserving of the name "sensational," a sex toy specially made for those resentful women and lustful women
. My wife, her hair disheveled, glanced at the vibrator and grabbed it without a second thought…

“Shut up!” I jumped up from the sofa, my eyes bloodshot as I stared at Li Nuo, who was still kneeling on
the floor .

“What, you don’t believe Sister Ni would use that thing to masturbate? Let me tell you, it was after seeing her
lewd that I became like this, that I didn’t call the police after Ni Yuan raped me, and chose to give up on myself.

You didn’t see her masturbating with that vibrator with your own eyes, I guarantee you’ll never forget it.
”

“I told you to shut up, didn’t you hear me?” I stepped forward, grabbing Li Nuo’s neck with both hands to stop her
from continuing. Regardless of whether she was talking nonsense or not, I absolutely wouldn’t allow her to continue to slander Fang Ni’s
dignity . I wouldn’t believe for a second that she wasn’t harboring any malicious intent in her current state.

"What, are you scared? Hmph, I didn't expect you to be a coward too. You can't accept seeing your beloved wife
turned into something you can't even imagine." Although Li Nuo's face
was red from my choking, she still managed to squeeze out these words through gritted teeth.

Although I was furious, I knew I couldn't kill her, so I didn't tighten my grip on her neck, but her
head still quickly became congested with blood. Seeing the blood vessels in her pupils gradually increasing, and seeing that she still didn't beg for mercy, I
released my grip with a hateful look.

"You're going to fall into hell yourself and no one cares, so you want to drag others down with you? I didn't expect your mind to be
so vicious. Hmph, I won't kill you, you said it; but if I find out that
everything you said today was nonsense, I'll make sure you never come out of hell again." I stood up and shook my hand, saying.

"Cough! Cough!" Li Nuo coughed violently a few times, finally catching her breath. However, she didn't
seem to be terrified, probably knowing that I wouldn't dare kill her.

She looked up at me and laughed, "You don't need to verify it elsewhere; you can see it right here.

Ever since seeing Sister Ni in the Red Sea, Ni Yuan seems to have become addicted to the thrill of voyeurism
.

A few days ago, he secretly installed one of those cameras from the Red Sea in your house. The receiving terminal is in this villa,
but he hasn't had a chance to use it since, and he hasn't come back to this villa. However, he asked me to keep an eye on things
and report to him if anything happens. Now that you're not home, don't you want to see
what Sister Ni and that old man do while you're away?"

Li Nuo's words shocked me. I didn't expect Ni Yuan to be so bold as to dare to spy on someone else's
private residence . No wonder he knew about my argument with my wife; it must have been Li Nuo who saw it and reported it to him.

The thought that my lovemaking with my wife last night had been seen by someone else
filled me with a strong sense of shame.

"Damn it, you guys are too audacious! You dare to install those things in someone else's house!
Tell me where they are right now, or I'll make you regret it!"

"Why are you so agitated? Aren't you just worried about your affair with your wife being seen? Let me tell you, Ni Yuan hasn't shown up since
the things were placed in the living room. I only
told Ni Yuan because I noticed something was off about you two last night. Go ahead and take them down if you want; Ni Yuan doesn't need them now. I was just trying
to help you investigate your affair; if you don't appreciate it, forget it."

Li Nuo was now a blatant schemer, completely devoid of
the naiveté . Life is a cruel butcher's knife; one cut can turn a person into a vengeful ghost overnight.

I knew Li Nuo just wanted to see someone suffer more than her, seeking psychological pleasure. But
I have nothing now; my wife is the only thing I care about. Regarding her relationship with Old Man Luo, I felt something was off from the very
beginning . The discoveries I'd made recently had already made me suspicious and mentally unstable, and with
what Li Nuo said today, I had no choice but to uncover the truth I desperately wanted to know. Li Nuo wasn't using a conspiracy anymore
; it was an open scheme.

My gaze sharpened as I stared intently at Li Nuo: "Where are the surveillance cameras? Take me there." Li Nuo once again revealed
her devilish smile.

(To be continued)

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