My Wife's Secretary Life [Full Text]

When I got home from work, I thought my wife should be in her room by now. I called her, but the phone rang for a long time without her answering. I felt a little strange, but I didn't think much of it.

Looking at the mess in the house, I sighed. My wife had only been away on a business trip for less than a week,

and I'd already made such a mess of the house. When she came back next week and saw the house like this, she'd definitely give me a thorough dressing-down. I shook my head and started tidying up. I'm 30 years old and work in sales at an advertising company. Seven years ago, I met Xiaozhu, who was the general manager's secretary at my younger brother's company, through business. I was instantly smitten and pursued her relentlessly. Finally, through my persistent efforts, I beat out all the other suitors and won her heart.

Four years ago, Xiaozhu finally accepted my proposal and married me. After marriage, although our elders repeatedly urged us to have children, we didn't plan to because of financial constraints. Seeing this, our elders eventually gave up and turned their attention to my younger brother and his wife.

By the way, my younger brother's wife is Xiaofeng, Xiaozhu's younger sister. At our wedding, my brother fell for Xiaofeng, who had just graduated from university and started working at Xiaozhu's company. With Xiaozhu's help and matchmaking, he successfully married her.

When I had almost finished tidying the living room, my wife called back. I answered the phone and talked to her for about ten minutes before hanging up.

Looking at the now tidy living room, my stomach rumbled. I took a takeout container from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave. I sprawled out on the sofa to watch TV.

Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of a small notebook tucked between the cushion and the back of the armchair on the side of the sofa. I casually picked it up and tossed it on the table, ignoring it.

Around 9 PM, Mr. Yang from the company called, saying that the person in charge of a promotional project for a resort that the company was collaborating with Xiaozhu's company on had been hospitalized. Considering my previous experience working with Xiaozhu's company, the company was transferring me to help. They said someone from the company would take over my current case, and the relevant materials had already been sent to my email. He asked me to review them first, as I needed to attend a meeting with Xiaozhu's company at the resort next Monday. Xiaozhu

and her husband were there with their general manager on an inspection trip.

I agreed with a wry smile, thinking my two-day holiday was ruined. I turned off the TV and went to my studio. Seeing the empty computer desk, I remembered that my computer had broken down a few days ago and been sent for repairs. Now I had to go to the study and use my wife's computer to go online.

I turned on my wife's computer, opened her email, and the computer automatically connected to her email. I glanced at her emails, then the link popped up, and I reconnected to my own email, starting to browse and study the project materials the company had sent.

When I finally came to my senses from the large amount of documents, I checked the time; it was already 1:30 AM. I rubbed my sore eyes and downloaded all the files to my portable hard drive, planning to continue studying them tomorrow.

While the download was running, I washed my face in the bathroom, then went to the living room, lay down on the sofa, and prepared to watch TV for a while. Picking up the remote, I glanced at the notebook on the table and casually flipped through it. The notebook contained my wife's neat handwriting; after flipping through a few pages, I saw it was all her schedule.

Suddenly, the more I looked, the more uneasy I felt, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. So I flipped through it several times, and finally, I discovered something unusual.

The notebook recorded all of my wife's and her manager's schedules and contact lists for the month leading up to and following today. I noticed that the names of two hotels and three motels appeared very frequently, averaging at least once a week.

The hotels were understandable, given that my wife's company was in the tourism industry, but the high frequency of motel appearances was suspicious. Occasionally, other names appeared on the list, but most of them were women's names.

But besides my wife, the general manager's secretary, the person who appeared most frequently was Xiaofeng, the manager's secretary, who appeared about once every two weeks on average; Xiaofeng's name, however, appeared less often, mostly when it was mentioned as part of a celebration banquet.

Thinking of the articles I'd read online, my heart started pounding. A mix of sadness, anger, anticipation, and uncertainty spread through me, leaving me unable to calm down.

To confirm my suspicions, I copied down my wife's schedule for the next month. Then, it suddenly occurred to me—weren't clues often found in my wife's computer files in novels? I immediately stood up, took a few steps, then, thinking my wife wouldn't be so foolish as to put the evidence on the home computer, shook my head and sat back down on the sofa. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The next day, I slept until noon. After a quick bite, I turned on my wife's computer, but couldn't concentrate on my research. So I browsed the internet and somehow ended up on a familiar adult forum.

After logging in and reading some newly posted articles, I switched to the selfie section and saw a pinned post that had been posted the day before but was incredibly popular. This stirred up the same conflicting feelings I had the previous night. The post's title was typical of adult forums, a subtle and suggestive "Sister Duet." However

, what surprised me was the poster, chen1981. This adult forum had been around for a while; my account was created with my younger brother when we were in college. We lived together in a rented apartment.

I was too lazy to think of a username, so I used one similar to my brother's: chen1979. And this post was indeed by my younger brother. He

should be out there with his wife and friends at a resort in Taitung right now, scouting for the resort. How could he have time to post? And he should know I frequent this website!

A sudden, unsettling feeling washed over me, and I felt a strange unease creeping into my heart. Instinctively, I closed the webpage.

I went to the second-floor balcony, took a deep breath, my emotions a jumble of conflicting feelings. I lit a cigarette, trying to calm myself, the image of my wife and Xiaofeng being raped and pinned down kept replaying in my mind.

I flicked the cigarette butt away forcefully, returned to the computer, re-entered the forum, and clicked on the post.

Soon, the photos appeared one by one. I quickly scanned through them, then let out a long sigh. The girls in the photos weren't my wife or Xiaofeng. Although their faces were blurred, both girls in the photos were somewhat plump, unlike the slender figures of my wife and her sister. Their breasts, while full, weren't firm enough. Judging from their figures, they seemed to be a pair of slightly immature girls, not the mature and alluring Xiaofeng and her sister.

Having confirmed that the people in the post weren't my wife, the unease in my heart instantly subsided, and I relaxed as I browsed through each photo.

Although the faces in the photos were blurred, I was still certain that one of the three men in the photos was my younger brother. It seemed I'd have to have a good look at him when I got to Taitung next Monday. With one thing weighing on my mind resolved, I reverted to my usual lecherous nature.

Then, in one of the last photos, I saw a mirror on the dressing table in the room. In the reflection, in a dark corner not captured by the camera, a naked, slender female figure was straddling a man. However, in my improved mood, I assumed she was another girl and didn't pay much attention. Although I

still had some doubts about the itinerary in my notebook, seeing that the girl in the post wasn't my wife made me feel quite relieved.

For the next day and a half, I focused intently on studying the documents sent by the company.

Early Monday morning, I went to the airport with my luggage to meet up with General Manager Yang and the others, ready to fly to Taitung together.

I forgot to introduce her. Our company's general manager, Yang Yuying, is a well-known businesswoman in the industry. When she was 35, her husband died in a car accident, leaving her a small fortune and this company.

Many people advised her to sell the company, but she resolutely refused. With an indomitable spirit, she learned and expanded the company's operations, gradually building it into one of the top ten advertising companies in Taiwan. That's when I joined the company.

Although General Manager Yang is 42 years old, her dignified and beautiful face shows no signs of aging, and she maintains a great figure: a slender waist, full yet firm breasts, and a pert bottom. Those who don't know her might mistake her for a mature woman in her late 30s or early 40s. Therefore, many men are still pursuing her intensely, hoping to gain both her and her wealth, but none have been able to win her heart. Although I also have inappropriate feelings for General Manager Yang, I am self-aware and understand the difference in our social standing.

Besides myself, Yang's secretary Jia Hui, and myself, the only other people from the company who went to Taitung with General Manager Yang were Xiang Jun from my department, the rising star Ye Feng'er (the main character of the promotional video), and her manager Wen Li—five people in total. Aside from my all-female army, what can I do? The company is overwhelmingly female; there are only three of us in total.

Although my wife and I talk on the phone at least once a day, I didn't tell her I was going to Taitung to attend a meeting with her company, intending to surprise her.

The plane slowly landed at Taitung Airport. Stepping out of the exit, I was stunned, then suddenly filled with rage.

I saw my wife intimately embracing the waist of their company's General Manager Li, nestled in his arms, teasing him, letting his large hands grope her body. She hadn't even noticed we were already out.

I suddenly felt a deep sorrow and resentment, as if someone had stabbed my heart with a knife. Just as I was about to punch the adulterous couple in my rage, a small, fair hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

I glared back, my eyes bloodshot, and saw Mr. Yang shaking his head at me, saying softly, "We'll talk in the room." He then coughed lightly in front of them.

Startled, the two quickly separated, glancing awkwardly at Mr. Yang before noticing our presence. When my wife saw my angry expression, her face turned pale, and she stood there, trembling slightly.

Mr. Yang and Mr. Li exchanged a few pleasantries before leading us to our respective cars—a Mercedes-Benz 500 and a nine-seater van.

Because of my unpleasant expression, the atmosphere in the car was heavy. Even the usually lively Jia Hui became quiet, and Xiang Jun, who knew the situation, looked at me with pity, wanting to comfort me several times but unsure how to begin.

After a journey of about 20 minutes, we finally arrived at the resort, nestled against the mountains and facing the sea, a place of breathtaking scenery.

From the moment I got off the bus until we entered the cabin assigned to us, I didn't glance at my wife once. Several times she tried to come over and explain, but seeing my still livid face, she retreated.

Once inside the cabin, I threw my luggage into my assigned room, slammed the door shut, locked myself inside, and vented my frustration on the things in the room before collapsing to the floor and sobbing uncontrollably. After

what seemed like an eternity, a knock sounded at the door. I hesitated for a moment before opening it.

Mr. Yang stood in the doorway, saw my pale face, sighed softly, and reached out to wipe away my tears. At the other end of the walkway in front of the room, Jia Hui and the others looked over with concern.

Mr. Yang glanced in their direction and said, "Let's talk inside." Before I could react, he pulled me into the room.

After pulling me into the room, Mr. Yang saw that the room was a mess after my outburst, with nowhere to sit. He cleared a space on the bed and sat down beside me. He slowly began to speak, "I know you feel very resentful and angry that I stopped you back then. Actually, you probably guessed it, I knew all along. When you decided to marry Xiaozhu, I warned you, but you were blinded by love and ignored my warning. Heh, you're just like him back then." At this point, a bitter smile appeared on Mr. Yang's face. He continued, "You should know that after my husband passed away, I took over..." This company has gradually grown to its current size. But what you all don't know is that before I married my husband, I was also Li Chengzong's (Xiaozhu's general manager) secretary. He threatened and lured me, treating me like a plaything for over three years. Even after marriage, though I outwardly left the company and became a full-time housewife, I was still secretly under his tyranny, manipulated and controlled by him for several years. Until my husband found out, his behavior was almost exactly the same as yours…” General Manager Yang looked nostalgic, and after a moment, continued, “However, at the time, no one could explain my predicament to him. So, that day, he severely beat Li Chengzong…” "Immediately afterwards, I angrily left home and got drunk outside, which led to that car accident..." At this point, Mr. Yang's expression turned sorrowful, and his eyes gradually moistened. He reached out and stroked my face a few times: "That's why I stopped you at the airport." "Later, I spent a long time, on the one hand, feigning compliance with Li Chengzong, and on the other hand, collecting evidence of his bribing officials and secretly manipulating the market, in exchange for the videos and photos he had. Only then did I break free from his control and, in turn, use him to gradually develop the company." Mr. Yang stared at my face for a while, his face suddenly flushed, and he lowered his head, handing me the brown paper bag he was holding. "Back then, when I got the videos back..." When we were showing the photos, there were also some videos of Xiaozhu and other victimized girls. This time, I temporarily transferred you to Taitung with us. Actually, I considered it for a long time, and finally felt that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one. Rather than letting you find out and become despondent, I thought it better for me to tell you myself. Originally, I wanted to use this time to slowly remind you and guide you to gradually discover the truth, but I didn't expect… sigh…” Mr. Yang stood up and patted my shoulder a few times: “Actually, don't blame Xiaozhu. She was coerced into doing this. It's just that your brother and Li Chengzong have such a close relationship…” He didn't finish his sentence, shook his head, and turned to walk towards the door.

At the door, Mr. Yang suddenly spoke: “I've always treated you like a younger brother. If you need anything, you can come to me for help. Also, from now on, in private, just call me Sister Ying. Calling me Mr. Yang is too formal.” As soon as he said this, Mr. Yang—no, Sister Ying—opened the door and quickly walked out.

I stared blankly as Ying's figure disappeared through the door. Looking down at the brown paper bag in my hand, I suddenly felt my resentment lessen. A faint, indescribable feeling began to grow between us.

Just then, the door opened again, and my younger brother, with a complex expression, walked up to me. He sighed and said, "You know everything?" I nodded silently and looked up at him.

The younger brother glanced at the messy room, picked up the chair I had kicked over, sat down, took out a cigarette, handed one to me, took a deep drag, looked up at the ceiling, and said to himself, "Ever since Mom and Dad passed away, you've always taken care of me and protected me. Even when I got into trouble, you always covered for me. I remember all of that clearly. To me, you're the most important family member, and I shouldn't have done anything to hurt you. Although, in fact, I did hurt you. But I tried to warn you several times in different ways, but you were so naive to believe us and didn't notice anything unusual between us." The younger brother took another drag of his cigarette and continued, "Actually, I only found out about this by chance after I married Xiaofeng. I was so angry that I almost rushed up and killed Li Chengzong on the spot, but luckily I held back. Because later, Li Chengzong found out, and he came to me, promising to transfer 12% of the company's shares." "Give it to me and promote me to manager to gain my forgiveness." "I thought about it for a long time and decided that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, especially since he's so generous. From childhood to adulthood, because my family was poor, no matter how good or excellent my grades were, I was always looked down upon wherever I went. Now that I have this opportunity, I must seize it. After spending these past few years together, I've found that although Li Chengzong is a bit lecherous and will stop at nothing to get the women he sets his sights on, he's really good to me. Gradually, I didn't hate him as much as I used to. On the contrary, he really appreciates my work ability and even took me in as his godson. Li Chengzong is unmarried and has no relatives; all his efforts are in this company." "He said that if I wait a few years, he will retire and hand the company over to me. At that time, I will be the head of one of the top ten tourism groups in Taiwan. I can find a way to help my sister-in-law escape his control without you finding out and affecting your relationship." Hearing my younger brother say these words with shining eyes, I couldn't help but change my expression slightly. Is this still the younger brother I raised from childhood? I realized I didn't recognize him at all. In my memory, he was a well-behaved and upright person. I never imagined that after only a few years in the workforce, he would so easily betray his wife and sister-in-law for money and power.

The younger brother paused, then said with a wry smile, "But I never expected that when I tried so hard to remind you before, you didn't notice. Now that I'm trying to hide it from you, you've caught me red-handed." He turned to me, staring intently at my face. "Big brother, as the saying goes, brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes. I admit your wife is charming, but compared to the readily available status and money, she's nothing. Besides, your godfather admires you. As long as you're willing to let go and turn a blind eye, he said he can return all the information he has about your wife to you, if you agree to let her accompany him occasionally, like Xiaofeng, to help him deal with those government officials. He can even make you the deputy general manager, and you can inherit the company with me in the future..." "Enough! Get out... let me have some peace and quiet." Hearing that my younger brother wasn't trying to comfort me, but instead trying to persuade me to be someone who would sell my wife for money and status, I couldn't help but feel angry and roared at him.

Seeing my bloodshot eyes and ferocious expression, he slunk out the door.

After watching my younger brother leave from the doorway, Sister Ying came in. The moment I saw her, thinking of how my trusted and beloved brother had become like this, I broke down emotionally and sobbed, burying my face in her shoulder.

Sister Ying gently patted my back and softly comforted me, "Don't blame yourself. People change. You can't always be there for your brother. Whether he's good or bad, he'll always be your brother. Besides, Li Chengzong really likes your brother; he's publicly stated more than once that he wants him to take over the company. If Li Chengzong can really do what he says, I think you should consider it. After all, it's a fact now. It's better to take control back than to let Xiaozhu be controlled like this." Sister Ying lifted my face and gently wiped away my tears with her palm, "I know I shouldn't say this, but from someone who's been through it, I think this is better for both you and Xiaozhu. Besides, do you really want to just be..." "A white-collar worker with a fixed salary? This might be an opportunity for you. Although I know that relying on selling your wife's body to achieve your goal is unacceptable to you, I think it's the best outcome. Are you really willing to divorce Xiaozhu and let her continue living this life of being manipulated as a high-class prostitute? Even if you can take Xiaozhu away from where you left off, what if Li Chengzong is furious and releases Xiaozhu's videos and photos? Although you don't care, what will Xiaozhu think?" Sister Ying gently kissed my forehead, her face flushed, and said, "That's all I have to say. Think about it yourself!" Sister Ying's sudden kiss stunned me for a moment. When I came to my senses, Sister Ying had already left.

I sat slumped on the edge of the bed, my mind filled with my younger brother's and Sister Ying's words, and the sweet moments I shared with Xiaozhu. After a period of inner conflict and struggle, I made a decision.

Although I still felt unwilling, the situation was beyond my control. Just like Ying said, it's a fait accompli, anger and sadness can't undo it, and there's no escaping it anyway. I really can't bring myself to sever this relationship. Since that's the case, I have no choice but to compromise.

After making the decision, although my heart was still heavy, I felt much lighter.

Stepping out of the room into the lobby, the women in the living room saw my improved expression, and the previously oppressive atmosphere immediately eased. Jia Hui cautiously asked me, "Chen Feng, you haven't eaten all day, are you hungry? I'll go heat up your lunchbox." I smiled, nodded, and said thank you. Jia Hui immediately ran happily to the kitchen and heated up my lunchbox. When Ying saw me come out, she asked, "Have you figured it out?" Seeing me nod in response, Ying lowered her head and continued looking at the documents. Seeing that the atmosphere was still somewhat tense, Xiangjun pretended to lighten the mood and teased, "Chen Feng, you've made a complete mess of your room, no one can sleep in it. I'll have to ask Sister Ying to take you in tonight, otherwise you'll have to make do in the living room all night." She gave Sister Ying a suggestive look, and Sister Ying's pretty face flushed slightly before she playfully pinched Xiangjun.

After Xiangjun's playful banter, the atmosphere in the living room instantly improved. Occasionally, the sounds of the women laughing and joking could be heard coming from the small wooden house.

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