The feeling of having an orgy with my wife's sister

To raise money for my father's broken leg surgery, I met Zhang Wen, a charming yet aloof woman…
I was eighteen that year. Initially, I was hesitant because I knew a little about Zhang Wen's situation; she was eight years older than me and the daughter of Zhang Wangcai, the village landlord.
I remember Zhang Wen was quite plump, with freckles all over her face. I was poor and incompetent, but I had thought about finding someone I liked.
However, looking at my father lying in the hospital, I gritted my teeth, my heart filled with sorrow, and agreed. I sold my life's most important matter to raise money for my father's medical expenses.
In the countryside, there weren't many rules, and since I was marrying into the family, there wasn't much preparation required.
The courtyard was already filled with tables, and many relatives and neighbors were sitting there, all looking me over and praising Zhang Wangcai for his good fortune in finding such a tall and strong son-in-law, someone who would surely be a good worker.
Zhang Wangcai, holding his pipe, smiled happily, revealing a set of yellowed teeth, and called out to me, "Jiang Hua, Wenwen has arrived. Why don't you young people chat for a bit?"
I shook my head and refused, saying, "No need, I'll stay outside!"
I didn't want to see Zhang Wen's face; I was afraid I would change my mind. I turned and ran away. Thinking to myself, "Only when I'm drunk, the lights are off, and I can't see anything will I be able to get over this mental hurdle!"
Just then, a man drinking next to me suddenly looked at me with a lewd expression and chuckled, "Jiang Hua, you're so lucky to have slept with such a beautiful woman like Zhang Wen!"
I retorted somewhat irritably, "She's fat and ugly, almost like a tigress, what's so lucky about that?"
The man, however, smiled knowingly and said, "That was when she was a child. Haven't you heard of how a girl changes a lot as she grows up? Now that girl Zhang Wen is really beautiful, and she even drives back in a small car. Tsk tsk, I really envy you, kid, you've got both money and beauty!"
I paused for a moment, then noticed a red Hyundai Elantra parked under the locust tree in the courtyard. Although it wasn't an expensive car, it was still quite enviable in our small village.
I started to have some doubts. Zhang Wen being able to drive back meant she was doing quite well outside. How could she agree to marry me and her father's request?
Aside from being a bit tall, my family is dirt poor. What does she want from me?
The man continued, "I ran into her once when I was working in the provincial capital. Hehe, guess where she works?"
Seeing the man's lewd appearance, I felt a surge of disgust and impatiently said, "How should I know?"
The man patted my shoulder meaningfully, raised his eyebrows, and laughed, "You'll find out when you're doing it tonight. Her skills are definitely top-notch!"
I froze, my heart sinking. Even a fool could understand his meaning. Zhang Wen works in a shady place, that's how she earns money to buy a car!
I slammed my hand on the table, feeling incredibly conflicted. I never imagined my wife would be a prostitute. No wonder Zhang Wangcai, knowing his daughter was beautiful, still paid extra to marry me.
Zhang Wangcai thought I was drunk and rushed over to help me, saying we should go inside and rest, and eat two red eggs with Zhang Wen so we could have a healthy baby boy soon.
I was practically pushed into the bridal chamber by Zhang Wangcai. The floor was tiled, which, by our village standards, was already considered a "luxury house."
Sitting on the bed was a woman in a red cheongsam, her head veiled.
She was undeniably beautiful. Not only was she curvaceous, but her long, slender legs, encased in crystal stockings, were even more alluring and fair.
The unique feminine scent in the room sent a surge of heat through me, but the thought of her profession made me feel a chill run down my spine.
Just then, a cold voice rang out: "My dad's gone?"
Zhang Wen's arrogant tone fueled my resentment. I frowned and said, "Yes!"
"Judging from your tone, you seem somewhat unhappy?" Zhang Wen casually pulled off the red veil, revealing a beautiful, alluring oval face.
High nose, delicate eyebrows, but those beautiful, cold eyes made me feel uneasy, as if I owed her a fortune.
I nodded, feeling aggrieved, and said, "Yes, we're not from the same world. If my dad hadn't broken his leg, I wouldn't have become your son-in-law!"
Zhang Wen raised an eyebrow, her thin, upturned red lips looking incredibly sexy. She said coldly, "If my dad hadn't threatened to kill himself, do you think I would have fallen for you?"
Zhang Wen's sexy face, coupled with her arrogant tone, instantly irritated my fragile self-esteem. I said somewhat excitedly, "I know I'm poor, but so what? I earn my own living!"
Zhang Wen narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at me coldly, and scoffed, "Who doesn't earn their own living?"
Just as I was about to get angry and retort to Zhang Wen, several figures appeared outside the window, huddled together timidly.
We have a custom of eavesdropping here; the louder the noise during the wedding night, the more powerful the man is, and the higher his status in the family and village.
Zhang Wen glanced indifferently out the window, took a blue pill from her elegant bag, and handed it to me: "Take this!"
Looking at the blue pill, I felt incredibly ashamed and angry. What did Zhang Wen take me for?
Taking medicine before our wedding night—was she afraid I wouldn't satisfy her?
Zhang Wen's beautiful eyes flickered, and she said coldly, "Eat it or not? If you don't, get out of here right now!"
I knew that if things between Zhang Wen and me fell apart, Zhang Wangcai would definitely demand the return of the 20,000 yuan dowry. That money had mostly gone to my father's medical treatment; we simply couldn't afford it.
I reluctantly took the pill, swallowing it without even drinking water.
Zhang Wen gave me a disdainful look, then turned her back to me and slowly unbuttoned her cheongsam.
Zhang Wen's jade-like back was as smooth as milk. Wearing a close-fitting undergarment, she lifted the covers and slipped inside. Seeing me stunned, she glanced at me slightly, her red lips parted slightly: "Get on top!"
Although I felt resentful, I felt that Zhang Wen was using me as a tool to satisfy her.
But things had already come to this point, and I'd drunk quite a bit, so seeing Zhang Wen's pretty face still stirred a certain desire within me.
Since you want me to take the drug before we consummate our marriage, then I'll give you a good beating and show you what a real man is.
I quickly took off my clothes, preparing to remove the last layer of defense, when Zhang Wen's delicate hand reached out and grabbed mine, saying, "Don't take off your underwear!"
I glared at Zhang Wen angrily. Did she think I was stupid? How could we have sex without underwear?
But meeting Zhang Wen's cold gaze felt like being doused with a bucket of cold water, and I felt a little deflated. There was nothing I could do; I was bought by her father for 20,000 yuan, so I could do whatever she wanted.
Zhang Wen lifted the blanket, revealing her pair of fair and tender legs, gleaming like ivory.
My throat bobbed involuntarily. Ignoring Zhang Wen's questionable past, her figure was undeniably stunning.
"Hurry up and do two hundred push-ups!" Seeing my reaction, Zhang Wen's beautiful cheeks flushed slightly.
I really wanted to slam the door and leave right then and there. What on earth is Zhang Wen up to? She gave me drugs and even set me up in a position to do push-ups?
I think Zhang Wen must be mentally ill to deliberately torture a normal man like me like this.
But then I noticed a strange phenomenon: I didn't have the reaction a man should have.
Zhang Wen glared at me impatiently: "Don't be like a block of wood. If you don't want to come up, get out right now!"
I suppressed my doubts and, to avoid arguing with Zhang Wen, got into bed and obediently started doing push-ups.
Zhang Wen patted the blanket, then let out a series of alluring sounds from her rosy lips.
Perhaps she was too immersed in the role, Zhang Wen's eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed as she breathed heavily, and she slowly raised her jade-like hand, slowly reaching towards the clasp of her bra behind her back.
With a "pop," Zhang Wen's pink bra was directly stretched open by her full breasts...
Chapter 2: Do Two Hundred Push-ups.
My heart was instantly boiling with passion, and I immediately wanted to pounce on her, but meeting Zhang Wen's cold gaze, my fragile heart felt a sharp pain. All the flames seemed to have been doused with a bucket of ice water, and I awkwardly swallowed, pausing for a moment.
Zhang Wen immediately covered her beautiful figure, gritting her teeth, "Behave yourself."
"Okay!"
I nodded. After doing two hundred push-ups, I was also covered in sweat. Anyway, I couldn't really do anything to Zhang Wen, so I lay down and pulled the covers over my head to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was the only one left in the room. After getting dressed and going out, Zhang Wangcai looked at me with satisfaction and smiled, "Jiang Hua, you worked hard last night. Come on, have some chicken soup to replenish your energy!"
I was both embarrassed and annoyed, and helpless. I sat down at the table and started eating, but there was no sign of Zhang Wen in the room. I subconsciously asked, "Uncle Zhang, um... where's Wenwen?"
Zhang Wangcai, holding his pipe, said with a smile, "She went to pay respects at her mother's grave. Wenwen had a hard life. She lost her mother when she was three years old. I raised her myself. By the way, you should call me Dad now!"
I called him Dad somewhat awkwardly, which made Zhang Wangcai almost unable to stop smiling. He told me to eat more, because I needed to be full to have the strength to continue the Zhang family line.
After breakfast, I felt terrible, like I didn't belong in this family at all. My daughter is a psychologically disturbed psychopath, and my father has used me as a breeding pig to continue the family line.
Feeling lost, I walked out of the yard, intending to wander around aimlessly, when I saw Zhang Wen returning from the path.
She had changed out of her cheongsam and was wearing a white casual shirt, looking mature and sexy. Her neatly styled short hair was dyed burgundy, making her fair face even more radiant and alluring. She
wore black pencil pants, making her legs appear incredibly long. A pair of red round-toed leather shoes added a touch of allure. Her voluptuous figure made the white shirt look strained.
If I hadn't been so humiliated by her last night, I might have fallen for this somewhat aloof woman.
Zhang Wen saw me too, giving me a dismissive glance as if I were a complete stranger on the street. Her rosy lips moved slightly: "What are you planning to do in the future?"
I didn't quite understand what Zhang Wen meant and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean, what are you planning to do in the future?"
Zhang Wen gave an impatient snort, crossing her arms over her chest, making her fair skin even more alluring. She said coldly, "Are you going to stay home and farm, or come with me to the provincial capital to find work?"
It was only now that I realized we were husband and wife in name only, and would be living together from now on. But remembering my lack of education, I said dejectedly, "I used to work as a security guard in a small bar!"
"Useless!" Zhang Wen coldly uttered two words, making me blush with embarrassment. I stammered, looking at her, not knowing what to say.
Zhang Wen's disdain deepened, and she said in a condescending tone, "How about this? You stay home tonight, and I'll drive back to the provincial capital tomorrow. If you're willing to come with me, I'll find you a job. If you want to stay home and farm, I'll send you 500 yuan a month for living expenses!"
Although I was born and raised in the countryside, I also longed for the bustling life of a big city. Who would want to be stuck in a small mountain village farming?
Looking at Zhang Wen's cold face, I sighed inwardly and replied softly, "I'll go to the provincial capital with you!"
Zhang Wen glanced at me leisurely, looking confident, "Alright, let's make three rules. First, we can live together, but you can't touch me. Second, you're still too young to get a marriage certificate. After two years, you'll find a reason to leave the Zhang family. Third, you're not allowed to interfere in my personal affairs. Can you do that?"
I thought about it for a moment. This wasn't a bad deal; it was just pretending to be Zhang Wen's wife for two years. When I regained my freedom, I could find a girlfriend I liked.
I nodded, agreeing. "But... what if your father wants me to repay the bride price?"
Although I've been able to earn money these past two years, I still feel a bit resentful about wasting two years of my youth on Zhang Wen.
Zhang Wen gave a light snort and said, "It's on me then."
After settling things with Zhang Wen, I went back to visit my father, tidied up the house, and returned to the Zhang family home.
That evening, after dinner, Zhang Wen, wearing a thin nightgown, leaned against the headboard playing on her phone. Her long, straight, fair legs ignited my anger again.
This time, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I could do it!
But Zhang Wen wouldn't let me touch her at all. Feeling disappointed, I looked at Zhang Wen and said, "Turn off the light, go to sleep!" Zhang Wen
glanced at me, and when she saw me, she snorted and said, "There's medicine on the bedside table, take it yourself!"
Damn it, she wants me to take medicine again. But she won't let me touch her. Is she trying to ruin me?
Even though I married into the Zhang family, I don't want to be impotent when I find a girlfriend.
I shook my head and refused, saying, "I won't take the pill, and I won't touch you. Don't worry!"
Zhang Wen raised her slender eyebrows and said, "You have to take it whether you like it or not. This is the last warning. Once you take that pill, you'll behave!"
I suddenly realized what was happening, and a surge of anger rose within me. I felt like I'd been tricked. So that's why I'm impotent!
Tonight she's making me take that pill again. Is she trying to chemically castrate me?
I turned away angrily and went to the bathroom. There were Zhang Wen's clothes and underwear lying around, which made me even more aroused.
When I came out of the bathroom, I felt much better and prepared to go to sleep.
Zhang Wen glanced at me indifferently: "Solved?"
I didn't say anything, and even maliciously thought to myself, "Would it be illegal to force myself on Zhang Wen?" This feeling was just too suffocating.
"Disgusting!" Zhang Wen snorted, put down her phone, and prepared to go to sleep.
Just then, Zhang Wangcai's cough suddenly sounded outside the window. Zhang Wen's face flushed instantly, and she glanced at me with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance: "Climb up and do push-ups!"
I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. Was Zhang Wangcai's cough a reminder that it was time for us to get down to business?
I couldn't help but glance at Zhang Wen's alluring figure, and my heart began to race again. I said helplessly, "Wait
a minute, I'll take my medicine!" Zhang Wen looked out the window with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, then glared at me fiercely: "Then don't take it, hurry up!"
No need to take medicine?
My heart skipped a beat. Looking at Zhang Wen's sexy face, I secretly swallowed...
Chapter 3: A Man's Grievance.
Looking at Zhang Wen's alluring figure, I excitedly braced myself on my arms and did push-ups as she instructed.
Zhang Wen's round, pretty face was flushed, her eyes slightly closed. Her rosy lips moved, emitting seductive sounds.
Suddenly, all the charm and blush on Zhang Wen's face vanished, replaced by an icy expression as she stared intently at me: "What are you doing?"
I was somewhat bewildered and embarrassed, meeting Zhang Wen's cold gaze. The boiling passion gradually cooled, and I stammered, "It wasn't you who told me to..."
"But, I didn't tell you to touch me!" Zhang Wen's face was ashen, seemingly struggling to suppress her disgust, as if she was about to explode.
All the sensuality and ambiguity were overshadowed by embarrassment and humiliation, and everything became utterly tasteless. I threw back the covers and collapsed to one side, feeling utterly resentful.
Zhang Wen immediately jumped out of bed, without even putting on slippers, and ran into the bathroom, vomiting violently.
My face burned with shame, more so than if I'd been slapped in public.
I'm quite tall and have decent features, yet out of instinct, I accidentally touched Zhang Wen, and she vomited.
How much did she despise me?
Was I really that unworthy of her?
A bellyful of grievances and heartache made my heart ache, and I turned to look out the window. I thought to myself, I'll never do push-ups again, it's just self-humiliation.
Just then, Zhang Wen's cold voice rang out behind me again: "Sleep on the floor!"
I was completely enraged, and I sat up abruptly, shouting, "Why? Why should I sleep on the floor!"
But when I saw Zhang Wen's red eyes, all my anger dissipated; she was crying in the bathroom.
Perhaps, she was also feeling wronged. Sharing a bed with a man she didn't love, and even engaging in ambiguous contact to obey her father.
I hung my head dejectedly, like a punctured balloon, grabbed my pillow, got out of bed, and curled up in a corner on the floor.
My heart was filled with conflicting emotions and confusion. Didn't Zhang Wen work in that kind of place?
Why was she so averse to men? Was I really not even as good as a customer who paid for a laugh?
Was being poor so shameful, so despised?
I couldn't help but wipe away a bitter tear, feeling deeply distressed. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.
The next morning, Zhang Wen took a wad of cash from her bag, threw it on the bed, and said, "I'll wait for you at the village entrance in half an hour. This money is for your father!"
I stared blankly at the wad of cash, a wave of sorrow washing over me. Was this the price I paid for swallowing my pride?
In Zhang Wen's heart, was I just a commodity, a merchandise, something that could be measured in money?
But then I thought about how I was going to the provincial capital, not knowing when I'd be back, and how my father was alone at home, his health failing, and he would definitely need money.
Forcing back my bitterness, I clutched the money in my hand, slumped my shoulders, and left Zhang's house.
Back in the yard, my father, leaning on his cane, was feeding the chicks corn. Seeing me return, he happily asked, "Hua'er, where's Wenwen?"
Not wanting my father to know the truth, I forced a smile: "She's a little shy, waiting for me at the village entrance. We're going to the provincial capital soon!"
My father nodded understandingly, a smile spreading across his face: "That's good. In a few months, when Wenwen is pregnant and the chicks have grown up, we'll kill one a day to give her a good boost. She'll definitely give our Jiang family a big, healthy son!"
My nose tingled... A sore throat rose in my cheeks. I walked up to my father and gently put my arm around his thin shoulders. "Dad, I might not be back until the end of the year. Don't do any heavy work. I'll send you money every month!"
I put the wad of money Zhang Wen had given me into my father's pocket. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, frowned, and scolded me, "Hua'er, what are you doing? I'm an old man, I don't need much money. You're a grown man, keep it for yourself!"
My cheeks stung. In my father's heart, I was a tall, sensible son. But in the Zhang family, I was just a tool for continuing the family line.
In Zhang Wen's heart, I was an outsider, someone she could humiliate and scold at will, like a cheap commodity.
My father stood up and patted my shoulder earnestly. "Hua'er, go on. Your father is in good health, don't keep Wenwen waiting!"
"Dad..." My heartbroken tears finally found an outlet and rolled down my cheeks.
I secretly vowed to myself that I would definitely earn money, and I would definitely find a gentle and virtuous wife for the Jiang family.
My father's weathered face was filled with doting affection: "Hua'er, treat your wife well. I'll plant rice and raise chickens for you. Come back with Wenwen at the end of the year to eat!"
I didn't want my father to suspect anything and worry about me. I suppressed the bitterness in my heart: "Dad, I'm leaving now!"
When I arrived at the village entrance, Zhang Wen was leaning against the red car. Her graceful figure was exceptionally beautiful in the sunlight.
Her slender fingers held a cigarette, and the wisps of smoke added a touch of mystery to her.
I glanced at Zhang Wen with some distaste, because deep down I am a traditional man, and I always find women who smoke frivolous.
However, Zhang Wen didn't have any hint of vulgarity; instead, she exuded an inner aloofness and nobility.
Zhang Wen glanced at me indifferently, exhaled a puff of smoke from her red lips, stubbed out the cigarette, and got into the car without saying a word.
I discreetly sat in the back, head down, lost in my own thoughts, the only sounds the whooshing wind and the occasional honking of passing cars.
After driving for almost the entire morning, we finally arrived in the provincial capital. The towering buildings and hurried crowds everywhere felt strangely cold and alienating.
Zhang Wen skillfully steered the wheel, and after another half hour, we stopped in front of a magnificent entertainment complex.
My last shred of hope shattered; Zhang Wen really did work in such a place. A pang of sadness shot through me; after all, she was my wife in name only, yet she was with another man…
“Get out of the car, don’t be so lifeless!” Zhang Wen said impatiently from outside the window.
As I stepped out, I was immediately overwhelmed by the grandeur of the entertainment complex. Two tall, imposing white marble lions stood lifelike on either side of the steps.
Four tall, burly men in black, wearing sunglasses and standing ramrod straight, respectfully addressed Zhang Wen: "President Zhang!"
Zhang Wen nodded slightly and walked straight up the steps.
I immediately followed, my doubts deepening. Wasn't Zhang Wen a woman of the night? Why were these security guards calling her President Zhang?
But before I even stepped onto the steps, one of the men in black opened his arms: "Halt!"
It was my first time in such a setting, and looking at the man's cold expression, I instinctively felt a little nervous. I said, "Um, Zhang and I..."
Zhang Wen turned and glanced at me, saying calmly, "Xiao He, he's my cousin!"
The man in black immediately lowered his arms and smiled respectfully: "Yes, President Zhang!"
I sighed inwardly and stepped onto the steps that reflected my image, following Zhang Wen at a respectful distance into the spacious and luxurious hall.
The cleaning staff inside stopped what they were doing when they saw Zhang Wen and respectfully called her "Manager Zhang."
I suddenly realized what was happening and inexplicably felt a sense of relief. It seemed Zhang Wen did work at the entertainment center, but she probably didn't do anything unsavory.
Zhang Wen pointed to the sofa, glanced at me, and said indifferently, "Wait for me to come down!"
I looked at the soft, wide leather sofa, half-sitting down on it, head down, staring at my cheap sneakers, feeling completely out of place.
A few minutes later, the tinkling sound of high heels echoed on the marble stairs.
I subconsciously looked up, and immediately, a beautiful figure appeared in my sight. My heart pounded uncontrollably...
Chapter 4: The Rich Woman in the Private Room.
Zhang Wen, dressed in a business suit, exuded even more confidence. Beneath her black pencil skirt were a pair of long, beautiful legs tightly encased in smoky gray stockings.
Her short, burgundy hair, paired with a sharp business suit, perfectly accentuated her shapely figure.
Her noble and aloof aura instantly ignited a desire in men to conquer her.
I stared at Zhang Wen, my heart pounding. Such a beautiful and mature woman was incredibly alluring to a fresh graduate like me.
Especially the low-cut white shirt beneath her blazer; the glimpses of her fair skin made my throat tighten, and I swallowed awkwardly.
Zhang Wen gave me a look of disgust, her beautiful face tense. I immediately lowered my head, like a child caught doing something wrong.
That panicked glance had finally revealed her identity: Executive Manager of the Sheng Tang Club.
Zhang Wen gave a curt snort and said, "Starting today, you'll be a waiter. Base salary 1500, plus commission, and two days off. Any questions?"
Zhang Wen's tone was extremely formal, as if we were complete strangers.
I quickly shook my head; a salary of 1,500 was already quite high. I didn't have any special skills or education, and I was very satisfied with this job.
"Xiao Qin, take Jiang Hua to get his uniform!"
Zhang Wen instructed a waiter who was mopping the floor, then jingled as she went upstairs in her high heels.
The waiter next to her immediately put down what he was doing and smiled politely at me: "Come with me."
After registering at the logistics department, I received two sets of work clothes: a white shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie.
After I changed, the waiter patted me on the shoulder: "Hey buddy, not bad, pretty handsome and tall. Keep up the good work, you've got potential!"
I politely shook my head and smiled: "Oh, not at all, I'm new here, I don't know anything, please guide me!"
The waiter smiled: "You're welcome, brother. Your name is Jiang Hua, right? My name is Qin Haoran!"
I immediately nodded: "Brother Haoran."
"Hehe, there's a mop over there, use it to clean. I'll teach you some basics." The waiter, Qin Haoran, explained the club's rules to me while I cleaned.
First: You can't talk back to customers, even if they want to hit you, you have to endure it. Of course, the boss will help you resolve the matter. If you fight with a customer, that's a different story. Second:
You can't have any relationship with the girls in the club. If the boss finds out, the consequences will be severe!
Third: You absolutely cannot have any romantic entanglements with female customers, damaging the club's reputation, and it won't be as simple as just being fired.
Qin Haoran also mentioned some details, such as that generous female customers might give tips, which was acceptable. There were also some shady characters in the establishment, hired by the owner to look after the place. He advised me to keep my distance from them and avoid offending them.
I took everything Qin Haoran said to heart. I just wanted to do my job well and save some money to make life a little easier for my father, who had worked hard all his life.
After six o'clock, customers started arriving one after another. After Qin Haoran served me drinks twice, he let me work alone.
I have a very good memory, so I didn't make a single mistake all night. Qin Haoran was amazed and praised me for being smart.
Then, he asked me to deliver two bottles of red wine to room 208 upstairs.
When I pushed open the door, I saw a shirtless man with fierce tattoos on his arms, smoking a cigarette and talking to a jeweled woman next to him.
I bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Excuse me, your drinks are here!"
The tattooed man didn't even look up and snorted, "Alright, just put them on the table!"
I put the drinks down and was about to turn and leave when I heard the jeweled woman's voice behind me: "Wait a minute!"
I immediately turned around, smiling broadly, "Madam, what can I do for you?"
The woman was probably in her fifties. Her small eyes sized me up and down, as if she were selecting a piece of merchandise: "Young man, how much is it for one trip?"
I was taken aback for a moment, then realized what she meant: "Excuse me, madam, I'm just a waiter."
The wealthy woman smiled meaningfully and patted the cigarette case on the table: "Have a smoke, sit down and we'll talk!"
The wealthy woman probably thought I was waiting for her to say the price, so she seemed very confident.
I shook my head and politely declined: "I don't smoke."
The tattooed man's expression turned subtly unfriendly, and his fierce eyes stared at me intently.
The rich woman chuckled lightly, unconcerned: "Want a drink?"
I'd scraped together my tuition since childhood; I'd never drunk alcohol before. "I don't!"
The tattooed man jumped to his feet, his eyes flashing with malice: "You fucking can't do anything, what kind of waiter are you? Can't you eat shit?"
I tensed up, not because I was afraid of the tattooed man, but because I didn't want to cause trouble and lose my job.
Seeing the rich woman remain silent, the tattooed man lunged forward, kicking me in the stomach: "Kneel down!"
I felt a surge of anger; the tattooed man and the rich woman were really bullying me. I dodged to the side, and the tattooed man's kick missed, landing on the coffee table.
With a bang, the bottle shattered, shards cutting the rich woman's fair thigh, leaving bloody marks.
The rich woman showed no panic. After brushing the glass shards off her thigh, she glanced at me indifferently and said, "Call your manager!"
I panicked even more. Our manager was Zhang Wen. Just thinking of her cold face made me shudder. She hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I really didn't mean to!"
"Fuck your mother, you bastard!"
Seeing the rich woman's thigh was scraped, the tattooed man's eyes flashed with even more ferocity. He swung an empty bottle and smashed it down on my head.
Although I panicked, I wasn't stupid enough to let someone beat me. I grabbed the tattooed man's wrist immediately and said with some disgust, "I've already apologized!"
The tattooed man's face turned red, but he couldn't do anything to me. Because I had helped my father with farm work since I was little, I might not have much else, but I was certainly strong.
At this moment, a tall figure walked in. I subconsciously turned around and saw it was Zhang Wen.
Her face was cold as she snapped, "Jiang Hua, let go!"
I felt incredibly wronged. Someone was going to hit me with a bottle; couldn't I even defend myself?
Seeing my gaze shift, the tattooed man immediately punched me in the nose. I staggered, taking a step back. I clenched my fist, but when I saw Zhang Wen's cold face, I released it.
Zhang Wen gave me a cold look and snapped, "What are you standing there for? Get out!"
I shrugged, clutching my bleeding nose, and walked away from the private room, feeling utterly aggrieved.
I hadn't gone far when I heard the tattooed man's voice from inside, and I stopped. Through the slightly ajar door, I saw a scene that broke my heart…
Chapter 5: The Pajamas Are So Transparent!
"You, tidy this up!"
The tattooed man gave Zhang Wen a burning look, plopped down on the sofa, and casually lit a cigarette.
Zhang Wen frowned slightly and said calmly, "Okay. We'll cover the cost of these two bottles of drinks."
She knelt on one knee, picking up the shards of glass one by one and throwing them into the trash can. She then used a towel to wipe the floor clean.
I witnessed all of this through the crack in the door, a pang of pain shooting through my heart. It was all my fault for being so impulsive, offending the customer, and making such a cool and aloof woman like Zhang Wen humble herself and suffer for me.
The wealthy woman chuckled softly and said, "You're the manager, right? Not bad, you can go now!"
Zhang Wen stood up, nodded, and said thank you.
Just as I was about to leave, Zhang Wen pushed open the door and came out, giving me a cold glance before heading towards the restroom.
I vaguely saw blood on Zhang Wen's palm and followed her with a guilty conscience. "Ms. Zhang... I'm sorry!"
Zhang Wen stopped, her face expressionless, and said coldly, "If this happens again, go back to farming!"
I nodded reluctantly, worried about Zhang Wen's injury. "Are you... alright?"
Zhang Wen glanced at me and said coldly, "Go back to work and don't bother me!"
I opened my mouth awkwardly, feeling wronged, and went downstairs with the tray.
It was past midnight. Qin Haoran told me I could leave work.
After changing my clothes, I waited at the door for a while before Zhang Wen came out. She didn't say anything to me, started the car, drove a block, and suddenly got out.
I was overjoyed and quickly ran to open the car door and got in.
Zhang Wen stared at me coldly and said, "From now on, you'll wait for me in this spot, understand?"
"Yes."
I nodded and leaned back in the seat. Zhang Wen didn't speak, and I didn't dare to respond.
About ten minutes later, the car turned into an apartment complex. Zhang Wen parked the car, opened the door, and went inside.
She changed into slippers, went straight up the stairs, and slammed the door shut.
I sat on the sofa, but my stomach suddenly growled. I realized I had eaten lunch and hadn't eaten anything since.
I went into the kitchen; there were vegetables and fruit in the refrigerator. I simmered some porridge on a low flame, stir-fried two greens, and cut up a plate of fruit.
After preparing my midnight snack, I went upstairs to Zhang Wen's room and knocked.
Soon, Zhang Wen came out in her light pajamas, frowning, and said, "Who let you up?"
I pointed to the dining table downstairs: "I made a midnight snack!"
Zhang Wen said somewhat angrily, "First, I don't eat midnight snacks. Second, you're not allowed upstairs without my permission!"
Then, she slammed the door shut.
I shook my head speechlessly, feeling utterly ignored. The guilt I'd felt all night vanished.
I went downstairs dejectedly and sat down at the dining table to eat alone.
Perhaps it was because I was too hungry, or perhaps it was Zhang Wen's coldness that made me feel uneasy. After drinking a bowl of porridge, I felt like I had no appetite anymore.
I put the remaining food in the refrigerator, tidied up a bit, and then, seeing that the sofa was quite spacious, I lay down on it and gradually drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, the sunlight was already streaming in, and Zhang Wen came downstairs wearing the same milky-white nightgown she had worn the night before.
I glanced at her briefly; the sunlight was shining directly on the stairs, making Zhang Wen's nightgown appear transparent. To make matters worse, it seemed like she wasn't wearing anything underneath!
Her two smooth, white, and straight thighs beneath the nightgown looked so inviting that I wanted to touch them.
Zhang Wen swayed gracefully to my side, and upon noticing my expression and clothing, her cold face suddenly flushed slightly. Then, she frowned and spat, "Disgusting!"
I then realized that I had taken off my pants to sleep last night to keep cool.
Embarrassed, I covered my body and forced a smile, saying, "Men are all like this when they wake up in the morning!"
Zhang Wen ignored me and walked straight to the kitchen. "There are other rooms downstairs. Don't lie on the sofa like an exhibitionist. I'm not interested in you. Also, if you're really feeling the urge, I still have some of those pills. You can take the whole bottle!"
I secretly glanced at Zhang Wen's alluring back, thinking to myself, "Who would take those pills? I really can't hold it in anymore. I don't know how to take care of myself!"
But then again, Zhang Wen's figure was really captivating. Even though it was just her back, her pert buttocks and slender waist formed a sexy curve, almost making me want to commit a crime.
Zhang Wen didn't know I was watching her from behind. She took out the leftovers and millet porridge from last night from the refrigerator, scooped out a bowl, and started eating.
I was slightly taken aback. I had eaten all those dishes, and now Zhang Wen was eating them too. Was that considered an indirect kiss?
I was hungry now too. Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat official account [Red Clothes Literature] and reply with the number 120 to continue reading the exciting story! As I pulled up my pants, I walked towards the kitchen, startling Zhang Wen who was eating.
Because of my tall stature, Zhang Wen didn't have much room to move around after I entered the kitchen. She frowned and asked, "What?"
I looked down at Zhang Wen's high, white breasts and the deep cleavage, which made my gaze become somewhat deep. My Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously. "I want to eat..."
Zhang Wen wasn't actually short, close to 1.7 meters. Although she wasn't wearing makeup, her skin was still flawless, but her eyes were very unfriendly: "Are you crazy? If you want to eat, get some yourself. Why are you standing so close!"
After saying that, she put down her bowl and walked away coldly.
I watched Zhang Wen's graceful back with a guilty conscience, wondering to myself. Zhang Wen seemed normal, not a lesbian, and not young either. Why was she so averse to men?
I ate the leftovers from Zhang Wen's porridge while chewing, feeling a little pleased. After thinking for a while, I came to a conclusion.
Zhang Wen wasn't averse to men, she was averse to herself.
Ever since I learned that Zhang Wen wasn't that kind of woman, I've had my own ideas. My mother died when I was young, so deep down I've always been attracted to women older than me.
Zhang Wen is not only mature and beautiful, but she also has a stunning figure. Most importantly, she's always been cold and aloof towards me, which has actually fueled a desire to conquer her.
Perhaps this is a common flaw in men—they always feel that what they can't have is the best.
After finishing my porridge, I tidied up the kitchen and went back to the living room to watch TV. No one had to work in the morning at the entertainment center.
Just then, Zhang Wen came downstairs in a simple dress, glanced at me, and said, "I'm going out for a bit. There's a bicycle in the storage room. Ride it to work when it's time. Do you know the way?"
My memory has always been one of my strengths. Last night, I had already memorized the route from the entertainment center to my apartment. I nodded and said, "I know!" "
Also, don't keep talking to me at work. Be mindful of your status!" Zhang Wen, with a delicate handbag slung over her shoulder, smoothed her short hair behind her ear, opened the door, and went out. I felt a little depressed. Aside from being a bit poor, I'm not ugly. (Due to limited space, follow the WeChat official account [Red Clothes Literature] and reply with the number 120 to continue reading the exciting story! Otherwise, that rich woman wouldn't have directly asked me to spend the night with her last night.) I watched TV while letting my mind wander for a while. After lunch, I checked the time and went to the storage room to find the bicycle. It's pretty new; looks like Zhang Wen sometimes uses it for transportation.
I led my bicycle out of the apartment building, and before I'd gone far, I saw a rather pretty girl running towards me, calling out, "Jiang Hua...wait a minute..."

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