The bitterness of infidelity

She's 32 years old, with a 4-year-old child. She's from our county, and she's quite pretty, with fair skin and a few freckles. I've always liked mature women like her, so I started by seducing her. Work was boring, so we'd play cards together when we had nothing to do. I'd often stare into her eyes (anyone who's ever tried to pick up girls knows this is the first step). She gradually noticed me watching her and started avoiding me. Then I noticed she was also watching me sometimes. Hehe. I knew I had a chance. One day, we left work together. The bus was packed, and it was a struggle to squeeze on. I stood behind her. That day she was wearing a short, black skirt. A few thugs got on, looking around suspiciously. I guessed they were pickpockets, and she asked if I was there to steal something. I said I definitely was. This is when you have to show your manly courage in front of her. A few thugs slowly approached us, and she clung to me, looking frightened. I immediately smelled the distinctive scent of a young married woman, and my nerves instantly kicked in. A few pickpockets were stealing from an old man nearby, and she turned her face away from me, her face only about 3 centimeters from my mouth (my penis was almost erect). I'm much taller than her, and I could see the neckline of her clothes, her white bra, and her deep cleavage; my penis immediately became erect again. I turned her body to face me, telling her not to look, and she replied, "Okay." This position allowed me to hold her from behind. The bus arrived at a stop. No one got off, but two women carrying children got on, making the bus even more crowded. Her buttocks rubbed against my penis from time to time, and she gradually felt the change in me. She tried to distance herself, but I wouldn't. Hehe. This kind of opportunity might only come once in a lifetime. The bus was about to cross a bridge, after which there was a 2-kilometer tunnel, and I was waiting to enter the tunnel. I had already positioned myself when the car was on the bridge. She sensed what I was about to do, but she certainly wouldn't have imagined how bold I would be. The car finally entered the tunnel, and I immediately hugged her, whispering, "I've liked you for a long time." She didn't react, so I rubbed my penis against her skirt. Her buttocks immediately twitched forward, and she said, "Are you crazy?" I said, "I really have liked you for a long time." Then my hand touched her buttocks. She immediately cried out, "I'm going to scream!" I said, "You won't." Then my hand became bolder, gently touching her breasts. She felt like she'd been electrocuted. But she didn't scream. Hehe. I knew she wouldn't. My hand became even bolder, gently touching her buttocks under her skirt. I felt her face turn red. I took out my penis and pressed it against her buttocks. "You're really crazy, a pervert," she whispered. I replied, "You won't dare scream." My penis moved gently between her legs. My hand touched her vagina. But I didn't dare actually take off her panties. I was still very scared. But I made a bold move, pulling her panties to the side and putting my penis inside. After a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside her panties. Then I pulled my penis back in. At this time, the car also came out of the tunnel. I saw that her face was both pale and red. I gently asked, "Was it exciting?" "Perverted." That was her answer. I asked her, "Shall we go to a hotel after we get off?" "Get lost." That was her answer. It was Friday afternoon, and most of the people at work had left. I was watching Morok in the office, and I was burning with lust. Just then, she came in to get water. She was wearing the uniform issued by my company. Our uniforms were the same for both men and women, with low necklines. The water dispenser was next to me. As soon as she bent over, I stood up. She knew what I was going to do and what I wanted to see. Hehe. I used to do this all the time… After she finished pouring the water, she turned to leave, and I called out, “Wait, come look, why are there pictures of you on the computer?” She looked at me suspiciously, “Impossible.” She turned to leave again. I said, “Really, come look.” As I said this, I pulled out my penis. She didn’t notice my hand movement. She walked over to my side and glanced at the computer. Her face immediately turned red, “Shameless!” (What good stuff could there be in pictures on a movie? Hahahaha). I said, “Just look for a while, see what foreigners’ things look like.” She turned to leave. I grabbed her hand and put it on my penis, saying, “Look, which is bigger, mine or a foreigner’s?” She tried to turn around and slap me, shouting, “Let go, or I’ll call for help!” I said, “Go ahead and shout, no one will come even if you shout your lungs out” (this line seems to be from a Stephen Chow movie). I put her hand on my penis. She struggled hard, but how could a woman less than 160cm tall be a match for me? My other hand slipped under her clothes and grabbed her secret. Wow, a married woman is different from a girl, so big and voluptuous. I whispered in her ear, "I want to make love to you, I've wanted to for so long, my cock has been wanting to go inside your pussy for ages, wanting to ejaculate inside you." I said these lewd things while licking her ear. Her face turned red. She struggled. I let go of my cock and used one hand to undo her pants. She yelled, "If you dare, I'll call the police!" Seeing her serious expression, I didn't dare to take off her pants. Then I rubbed her vagina against the outside of her pants. I whispered in her ear, "I've been thinking about you all along, just give it to me. I want to lick your pussy, I want to eat your juices." I could never normally say such lewd things (Morok corrupted me). Just then, I heard a car downstairs, so I quickly let her go. I saw that she looked like she was about to cry. Her face was as red as an apple. I felt a pang of guilt: "I'm sorry, I won't do it again" (a sudden pang of conscience). She straightened her clothes, looking like she wanted to slap me, but didn't. She turned and left. It was time to leave work. Her husband came to pick her up, and since I was coming out, he asked me to come along. They were going the same way. I noticed she looked unhappy. I said okay. There was a large box in the front of the car, and we sat in the back. I chatted with her husband about fishing and playing cards, while my eyes darted towards her. The car was about to enter a tunnel. I did something no one would expect. As soon as we entered the tunnel, I pulled out my penis, put her hand on it, and put my other hand inside her skirt, pulling hard on her panties. She wanted to scream, but was scared. She just removed her hand from my penis. Her legs were tightly closed. My hand was already at the entrance of her vagina, but only a little bit inside. I kissed her face. My hand inside her vagina was already wet. The car was about to exit the tunnel. I took my hand back and put my penis inside. Emerging from the tunnel, I saw her face was both pale and red. I could see she hated me. I put the hand that had just been inside her vagina to my nose and smelled it. It smelled so good. Seeing this, her face turned even paler with anger. Then I put the hand that had been inside her vagina in my mouth and licked it vigorously several times. I only took it out after I had completely tasted it. Her husband saw me sucking my fingers and laughed, asking, "What's so delicious on your hand? You're eating it so happily." I smiled and said, "Nothing. I just have a habit of sucking my fingers." The car arrived at my doorstep. I got out. Back home, I savored the taste of her vagina. I sent her a text message: "Your vaginal fluid smells so good. One day I'll have my fill of it." After May Day, my workplace was organizing a trip to a county town near us, about 100 kilometers away. We wouldn't be back that night. When I heard this news, I was so excited I couldn't sleep for several nights, constantly plotting how to beg for her forgiveness and make her stop hating me. Morok's friend even gave me an idea: drug her. I thought, "I've gone through all this trouble, it would be so pointless if I ended up with a dead woman." The day before she left, she came to our office and chatted with a few young women. They were discussing how to have fun, and the result was that they weren't allowed to bring family members! I overheard this and was secretly laughing. I thought, "If I ever get the chance, I'll definitely sleep with you. It would be a shame to miss such an opportunity." I don't know if she turned her head to look at me intentionally or unintentionally, but she saw my bright smile. I sensed she was very uncomfortable. My colleagues at work were still joking with me: "Xiao Liu, you'll have to help us carry our things." I replied with a smile, "No problem, there are only three men in the office, I'll take care of things in these two offices." The next morning, the office borrowed a car, and we all set off for the county town. As the car drove along the road, a woman next to me asked, "Xiao Liu, why don't you find a girlfriend? What kind are you looking for? I can introduce you to someone." The woman sitting in front of me also turned around and asked, "Yeah, what kind are you looking for? I can help you too." Frustrated. I thought to myself, "Don't you know what kind of woman I'm looking for? I'm looking for you, don't think that just because you found me a girl I won't bother you anymore, damn it." I laughed and said, "Nobody's as pretty as you, sister.""I'll look for someone as gentle as her." She hadn't expected me to be so frank. The woman next to her laughed and said, "Why don't you just ask your sister if she has a younger sister? We can introduce her to you." Her face turned bright red to her ears, and she turned away without saying a word. The car arrived in the county town, and we checked into a hotel. I stayed in room 306. On the way up, I quietly asked her what room she was in, but she didn't answer. However, I saw her go to room 317. Then, everyone went to have lunch together, and then drove to the hot springs. Since I hadn't helped them with their things, it was easy for me to sit next to her. The hot springs weren't far, only about a 20-minute drive. I didn't have a chance to say anything to her on the way, but I still secretly touched her hand. She pinched it, but it didn't hurt much. She even gave me a fierce glare. When we arrived at the hot springs, she hadn't changed her clothes yet when I got into the water. I found a spot with a good view and waited for her to come out. A few minutes later, she emerged, wearing a green swimsuit that hugged her petite yet voluptuous figure. Her fair skin looked even more radiant against the green backdrop. Soon after, the other women went to surf, leaving her standing there alone. A golden opportunity presented itself, and I slowly circled around to a spot about 4 meters behind her.Five meters away, a distance most swimmers could easily swim across. I submerged and slowly swam towards her. She hadn't noticed me when I saw her green body in front of me. I suddenly grabbed her buttocks and stood up. Just as she was about to scream, she saw me standing in front of her. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and anger. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you. I thought it was Xiao Wang (a male colleague from my workplace)." She said, "Don't go too far, take your hand away." That didn't work on me. I kept apologizing while gently touching her buttocks. I said, "Can I disappear from your sight right now?" "Then go ahead, there are many people watching us standing here." Only when she said that did I notice that there were hardly any people left; most had gone surfing. "Okay, okay, I'll disappear right now." I took a deep breath and submerged in front of her in an instant. As soon as I got into the water, I started tearing at her clothes, revealing her pubic hair. I kept rubbing the crevice between her legs. I couldn't see her expression, but I knew she was blushing and couldn't show it—there was something fishy in the water. She kept kicking me, but as you know, you can't really hurt someone in the water. When she kicked, her legs were spread open, making it easy for my hand to reach her pubic hair and the entrance to her vagina. She immediately closed her legs tightly, and with a forceful push, she fell into the water. Before she could even open her mouth, I was already kissing her. She was probably too startled, and my tongue even circled inside her mouth (it felt amazing). At this point, I couldn't hold my breath any longer. I stood up and shielded her. My colleagues from work hadn't returned yet, and the large pool was nearly empty; no one noticed what was happening. As I stood up, I also pinched her breasts hard a few times. I don't know if she choked on water or was angry, but her face turned blue. I moved behind her, pulled out my penis, and pressed it between her legs. I gently kissed her ear, saying, "Just give it to me once, okay? I lose sleep over you every night, and you're the only thing I think about when I masturbate." She didn't speak. I pulled her pants aside, pressed her buttocks against my waist, and my penis reached the entrance of her vagina. She seemed to come to her senses then, struggling and pleading, "Xiao Liu, I beg you, please let me go. I'll find you a good woman." My penis rubbed against the entrance of her vagina. How could I possibly agree to that and let go of the good thing I'd been waiting for? I thrust my hips forward, and the head of my penis went in. I think her face must have turned pale. She definitely didn't expect me to enter her body here. She started struggling, and the more she struggled, the faster my penis went in. In just a few strokes, it was already halfway in. At this moment, she saw one of our colleagues slowly walking over, and she begged me again, "Don't do this. What will we do if they see us?" I said, "Then give it to me tonight, or I won't let you go." To be honest, I was scared too, but she agreed without hesitation. I said, "If you don't give it to me tonight, I'll come knocking on your door." She nodded and said, "I promise you, just let me go, they're coming." I thought to myself, even if she doesn't give it to me tonight, I won't lose anything. I've already gone in, it's the same as having sex. I thrust my penis into her vagina a few more times until it was all the way in before slowly pulling it out. I felt a lot of fluid inside her. I didn't know if it was because we were having sex in the water or because she was aroused. Since she had her back to me, I couldn't see her expression, and I didn't know how she reacted when I thrust into her so hard—whether she was enjoying it or in pain. I let go of her and swam to the front of her. When I stood up, she was gone. I didn't have a chance to see her expression. When I looked carefully, I found that she had gone to the changing room. When I got on the bus, I found that she was sitting in the last row. I sat down next to her without hesitation. The bus started moving, and that's when I realized how charming the scenery along the road was. Her wet hair and unmade-up face captivated me. My colleagues in front of me were loudly discussing the fun of surfing and their evening plans, but I'm sure neither she nor I were paying attention. I watched her gaze out the window, wondering what she was thinking. I placed my hand in hers; she didn't react. This was the first time she hadn't rejected me. I gently stroked her hand, wishing this road could go on forever. Suddenly, she turned to me and asked, "Why do you keep bothering me? There are plenty of good women out there. I'm just a married woman with children. If I report you, you'll go to jail." I don't know if I'd really fallen for her, but I sincerely said, "I truly love you. I don't want to break up your family. I just want to have you, to love you properly just this once. Whether you're married or have children, you'll always be an 18-year-old girl in my heart. I truly love you." She said, "If I don't give in tonight, will you really come knocking on my door?" I blurted out, "No, I can't bear to hurt you. I need you to be willing." As soon as I said that, I wanted to slap myself. She didn't say anything and turned to look out the window again. That evening, we ate at a farmhouse in the county town, a resort. After dinner, there was a bonfire party. During dinner, I noticed she had drunk several glasses of wine; her face was flushed. I didn't know if it was from happiness or fatigue, but she seemed a little dizzy after a few drinks. As we drank, it gradually got dark. Then I saw her sit under a tree, so I went over and sat down next to her. "What are you thinking about?" I asked her. She didn't answer, just stared blankly at the bonfire. After a while, she asked me, "Is there a place to rest here? I've had some drinks and want to rest." I said, "I'll ask for you." I went to ask the manager; the rooms were in the back. I came back and told her, and she seemed to have really drunk too much, staggering towards the back. Just as I was still lost in thought, my phone rang. I saw it was her call, hesitated for a long time, but finally answered. Her drunken voice came through the phone: "Come over here, I need to talk to you. I've had too much to drink today. Let's talk this out. I'll give you what you want, but please, don't bother me again." She hung up. I stared at the phone, but felt no joy. I didn't know if I should go. A colleague next to me saw my distress and knew I was upset about a woman, so he came over to comfort me: "Men, what's there to hold onto? Just be happy." I said, "I'm just unhappy." He said, "Just do what you're supposed to do, and there's nothing to be unhappy about. Just be true to yourself." I looked at my phone. Looking at the room behind me, I finally went over. At the door, I hesitated. I didn't know what would happen if I went in. After thinking for a moment, I pushed the door open. The door wasn't locked. I saw her lying on the bed, seemingly asleep. I quietly walked over and sat down beside her. She didn't wake up. I bent down and gently kissed her lips. She woke up then and looked at me. "You're here. Let's talk this over. If I give you what you want, will you really stop coming to me and stop bothering me?" I went over and closed the door. Looking at her, I said, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore." She started slowly taking off her clothes. First, she took off her top, revealing a white bra underneath, then her pants, revealing off-white panties. She turned around and unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of white breasts. Although she had given birth, her breasts were still well-maintained, firm, with rosy areolas and small nipples. When she took off her panties, the first thing I saw was the scar from childbirth—a clear surgical scar on her stomach, and beautiful pubic hair in an inverted triangle shape. She looked at me, still not reacting, and asked, "Didn't you always want this? Did you change your mind or have a change of heart today?" I didn't answer her, but slowly walked up to her and suddenly kissed her. Our tongues intertwined in our mouths, and my hands caressed her entire body. But strangely, my penis didn't react. I gently took her nipple into my mouth, licking it like a child, and her body reacted noticeably. My mouth moved down to the place I'd always dreamed of. Since I'd showered, I couldn't smell any fishy odor. I licked her labia, my tongue swirling around the entrance to her vagina. I swallowed all the fluids she released; I knew she was instinctively craving my penetration. I kissed her lips again. Her face was flushed, and she was completely weak, her body writhing. I stopped and stood up. She thought I was going to undress, looking at me with a flushed face. I looked at her too. Slowly, her eyes widened in surprise. I said, "I don't want to threaten you. I truly love you, and I don't want to force you. I don't want your body; I want you to be my lover. We can't be husband and wife in this life, but we can be lovers for a lifetime. If you don't want that, I don't want to humiliate you, because I can't bear to hurt you. I apologize for everything I've done before. I'm sorry." She didn't speak, but slowly began to dress. I left the room. The wind cleared my head. I didn't know if what I did was right or wrong, but I didn't regret it. Second...On the way back, she sat down next to me. I didn't say anything, and neither did she. It was then that I realized how beautiful the scenery was, and I knew that a relationship we shouldn't have was destined to develop between us. That night, I texted her, asking if she had made up her mind. She replied, "I don't know. You're much better than I imagined. My mind is a mess right now." I lay in bed, unable to understand why I was doing this. I could only take it one step at a time. The next day at work, I saw her eyes were red and her complexion was poor. I found an opportunity to ask her, "Didn't you sleep well last night?" She nodded, glanced at me, and then turned and left. Looking at her haggard figure, I wondered what my actions had brought to her life. I didn't know if my actions would ruin a happy family; my own mind was in turmoil. That night, I went to bed early, my mind filled with her haggard appearance. I wanted to call her, but I didn't have the courage. My phone sat in my hand for a long time, but I didn't dial. I wanted to text her, but I didn't dare, afraid that her husband would see it and hurt her. At 11:20, my phone rang. I saw it was a message from her: "It's going to rain tomorrow, wear more clothes and bring an umbrella." I didn't reply; I didn't know how. I fell asleep with my phone against my chest, sleeping soundly with her concern in my heart. The next day, it did rain. Early in the morning, I went to the breakfast stall downstairs from my office and ate slowly. I checked my watch; she would arrive in a few minutes. A little while later, she got off the bus. As soon as she got off, she looked around. I knew she was looking at me. I noticed she didn't have an umbrella, so I ran over and opened it for her. She seemed pleased with my gesture. I asked her, "You told me it was going to rain, why didn't you bring an umbrella?" She didn't answer. She went to the food stall and ordered breakfast. Neither of us spoke; we just ate slowly. It was about 100 meters from there to our office. After we finished eating, the rain intensified. I held the umbrella over her and we slowly walked to work. To keep her from getting wet, I tried my best to keep her under the umbrella; my clothes were almost completely soaked. The elevator came down just as we entered the building; it was empty. As soon as we got in, she hugged me. We didn't say anything, just kissed each other. She cried, saying, "I'm so tired, please don't torture me." I said, "I'm not." "Then why didn't you call me yesterday? You didn't reply to my messages." She cried even harder. I quickly said, "Don't cry, this is the workplace. If someone sees us, it'll be terrible." She stopped crying after hearing that. On the way out of the elevator, several people from other offices gave us strange looks, making my face burn, but she didn't seem to react. At lunchtime, she asked me to go to lunch, but I didn't go. I said I wasn't feeling well, and she asked with concern if I'd caught a cold from being caught in the rain. I said maybe. Everyone in the office went out to eat, and I dozed off at my desk while she kept fiddling with her phone next to me. I vaguely sensed her locking the door from the inside. She walked over to me and gently brushed my ear with her hair. When I didn't react, she pulled me up and asked me seriously, "Now that no one's around, what do you suggest we do?" I glanced at her and smiled lewdly, saying, "Men and women only have a relationship, it's just a matter of whether it's legitimate or not." Then I hugged her and kissed her passionately. She seemed to have been waiting for my actions, moving her body in rhythm with my movements. I placed her on the desk and kissed her, unbuttoning her clothes. Slowly, I kissed her nipples; she was clearly aroused, her legs rubbing together with my kisses. While enjoying my kisses and caresses, she moaned, "Not here, if someone sees, it'll be all over." I had originally planned to have sex right here, but her words made me put her down. Looking at her flushed face, disheveled clothes, and exposed breasts, I really wanted to have sex with her right there. She lowered her head and slowly put on her clothes, asking me, "Are you feeling unwell?" My penis was already painfully erect, and I nodded, saying, "I want you, I want you." "It won't work here, just bear with it, I'll come to your place tonight," she said gently. I pulled her hand to my penis and said, "Look, I can't even stand up now, it hurts so much, please help me." She walked over to me and slowly squatted down, taking my glans into her mouth. I watched her head move back and forth between my legs, feeling my penis going in and out of her mouth, it felt better than a dream. I lay back in my office chair, and she vigorously gave me oral sex. This was something I had always wanted and longed for, but now that it was actually happening, I realized that imagination and reality were far apart, and no matter how much I imagined it, I could never feel this kind of pleasure. A moment later, I felt I was about to ejaculate. I told her, "It's almost over, be careful." She ignored me and kept sucking my penis hard. I felt a tickle on my glans, so I pressed her head down forcefully. I felt like I was flying. All my semen went into her throat and mouth. I felt that this ejaculation felt better than any I had ever had before. I didn't come back to my senses until she licked the fluid off my penis. Looking at her blissful face, I couldn't help but pick her up and kiss her hard a few times. Then I asked her, "Where did you vomit?" She laughed and said, "I swallowed it all." She looked at my surprised expression and said, "What's so strange about that? To love someone is to love all of them." I then came to my senses and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you. I love you." That night, I went home first to change my clothes. She went home first to take care of the baby and then called me, as we had agreed. But when I got home, I found that I had a slight fever, so I called her and said I might not be able to come. She said it was okay and she would come to see me. I lay on the bed waiting for her, and soon I heard her making noises. I opened the door, and sure enough, it was her. She was wearing a red dress, which made her figure even more alluring. As soon as we entered, we hugged each other and kissed passionately, all the way from the living room to my bed. She quietly told me she had taken a shower at home, and I knew what she wanted. We both took off all our clothes without hesitation. I held my lover, whom I had always wanted, and licked her vigorously. My tongue touched every part of her body, finally stopping between her legs. I used my tongue to repeatedly move in and out of her vaginal opening. She was so wet that I couldn't even swallow it all. She placed her hands on my head and pressed them hard between her legs. I turned around and gave her my penis, and she readily took it into her mouth. We played in the 69 position for more than half an hour before she said to me: "Darling, give it to me quickly, I'm so itchy, I want you." At this moment, her legs were spread out in an M shape in front of me. My glans, already red and purple from being inside her mouth, was positioned at the entrance of her vagina. I thrust my hips forward, and my entire penis slid in. I felt my penis being tightly enveloped by a long-lost warmth. Her hands gripped my back tightly as my penis moved in and out of her vagina. The faster the rhythm, the tighter her grip became. The only sounds in the room were her dreamy moans and the soft, squelching sounds of my penis rubbing against her vagina. We maintained this position for over ten minutes before we entered from behind. This position allowed me to see the friction between my penis and her vagina more clearly, intensifying my sensory stimulation. I could also see the allure of her anus. I smeared the vaginal fluid on her anus with my hand and gently inserted my finger halfway inside. Just then, I heard her moan, "No, I can't take it anymore, don't do this." Before she finished speaking, she collapsed onto the bed. I knew she had orgasmed. But I hadn't yet. I flipped her over again and thrust my penis even harder into her vagina. She, who had just climaxed, slowly became aroused again, her hips moving up and down in sync with my thrusts, allowing me to exert more force. (It was then that I truly understood that sex with a married woman is the best). I continued this motion for at least 20 minutes. I felt I was about to ejaculate, and I whispered, "Darling, I'm going to cum, do you want it?" She opened her hazy eyes and moaned, "Give it to me quickly, I can't take it anymore." I thrust a few times, and my glans went numb. A surge of heat rushed to the deepest part of her vagina. She clung tightly to me, her legs clamping around my penis, ensuring that every last drop of my semen entered her body. We remained in that position until we drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I found she was gone. There was a note by the bed: "Darling, I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you. I have to go home. See you at work. I love you. You are my lover. The medicine I bought for you is in the living room. Remember to take it before you come to work." Looking at that note, I knew I would be in a good mood at work that day. Since our relationship became official, work became more enjoyable and filled with laughter. Her complexion also became rosy. We were like a sweet young couple in our first love, except that after we made love, we often...She worried about the future because we both knew this kind of relationship was dangerous; secrets can never be kept forever, and if that day ever came, her family and children might leave her. She often felt guilty towards her loving husband, but she couldn't let go of our relationship and couldn't resist the temptation of lust, so we drifted further and further apart. Days passed in this way, filled with our laughter and one affair after another. One day, I had just arrived at the office when someone called me to the manager's office, saying that the new manager had arrived and I needed to meet everyone. I went to the manager's office without changing my work clothes, knocked lightly, and heard a woman's voice inside say, "Come in." Pushing open the door, I saw a woman around 35 or 40 years old sitting in the manager's usual spot. She had fair skin and a few small freckles. Her professional suit made her look very elegant; she was clearly a cultured white-collar worker. The deputy manager next to her introduced her, saying, "Xiao Liu, this is the new manager, Liu." Turning to the new manager, she said, "This is our youngest colleague in the unit, in marketing, and quite capable." Manager Liu glanced at me a few times and smiled, saying, "Not bad, young man. I've heard you're good at market development. Keep up the good work, the company needs talent like you." Damn… everyone says that. When you're laid off, don't they all say the same thing? I nodded and said, "Definitely, definitely, I'll do even better in the future." At that moment, I noticed a look in Manager Liu's eyes that I felt was very familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I'd seen it before. Manager Liu said, "Xiao Liu, go back to your work. I just called you in for a meeting. If you need anything, come find me." I nodded, turned, and left. Back in my office, I kept thinking about why her eyes felt so familiar, but I couldn't figure it out. A while later, my wife came in and asked what the manager wanted, what she looked like, and if she was the lewd type I'd heard about. Ugh… why are women so gossipy? I smiled and replied, "She's not bad, quite pretty, looks only about 30 years old, very classy." Just as I finished speaking, I saw the manager standing in the doorway, smiling and listening to me. My mind went blank, blood rushed to my face, and I jumped to my feet, saying, "Manager, what can I do for you?" Manager Liu smiled happily, shook his head, and walked away. Only then did my wife realize that the man was the new manager. She pinched my hand hard and said, "Hello, your flattery skills are getting more and more sophisticated. I think you're going to get into trouble sooner or later." Then she stormed off. A woman's excessive sensitivity is never a good thing; I never expected her to say something like that. However, I know that no woman would be angry if someone praised her beauty behind her back. Manager Liu seemed quite pleased, but the look in her eyes when she smiled at me felt familiar. That night, my wife and I went to a KTV's "lovers' room." She was angry with me all night, and I thought she was being petty, so I drank heavily. The atmosphere was heavy all night. Around 11 PM, she said she wanted to go home, so we left the private room together. As soon as we stepped outside, we saw Manager Liu and two women standing at the door talking. I tried to turn around immediately, but it was too late; my wife had already followed. My wife and I stood frozen in the doorway. Manager Liu also seemed surprised to see me in a private room with a female colleague. She stared at us for a few seconds. I awkwardly greeted Manager Liu, "Manager Liu, what are you doing here?" Manager Liu gave me a sly smile and said, "Yes, what a coincidence! I didn't know you two liked singing. Maybe we could hang out sometime." My wife, trying to explain but unable to find an excuse, looked completely flustered. I said we were leaving, and Manager Liu said she was leaving too, offering to drive us. Unable to refuse, I got into her car with her. Manager Liu was driving, and my wife and I sat in the back. I saw in the mirror that Manager Liu kept glancing at us, a sly smile on her face. My wife greeted everyone downstairs and got off. Manager Liu then told me to sit in the front. As soon as I sat down, she handed me a cigarette and lit one for herself. The air was heavy. I wanted to explain but couldn't find a good reason. She spoke first: "I didn't realize you were so capable, managing to get your hands on Xiao Yang from our workplace. Don't tell me you and she are just colleagues." I pleaded, "Manager, you saw everything. Nothing I say will change anything. Just please don't tell anyone. If her husband finds out, it'll be all over." Manager Liu glanced at me and said, "I won't tell anyone, but you have to treat me to dinner and karaoke." At this point, I had no choice but to agree. When we got to my apartment building, Manager Liu said, "From now on, when we're not at work, just call me Sister Liu. Don't call me 'Manager,' I don't like that." I said, "Okay." When I got home, I lay in bed and called my wife. She'd been waiting for my call and was practically fuming. When I told her it was nothing, just that I was inviting Manager Liu to dinner, she got even angrier, yelling, "I knew that slut was no good! Just look at the way she looks at you, you can tell what she's up to! Dinner? I bet she wants to eat you alive! You decide what to do. If you get together with her, don't come looking for me!" Then she hung up. Listening to my wife, I realized she had a point. But Manager Liu shouldn't be interested in me. Even though I'm 185cm tall and weigh 80kg, I'm broke, not the kind of rich boss she likes. I decided to stop thinking about it and just sleep it off. I'd find out at work the next day. The next day, as soon as I arrived at work, I saw Manager Liu waiting for me outside my office. "Xiao Liu, come to my office for a moment, I need to talk to you." I had no choice but to obediently follow her. As soon as I entered the office, I said, "Manager, what is it? I'm very busy today and in a hurry." I wanted to leave her office as quickly as possible. She handed me a cigarette and said, "What's wrong? Can't you even talk to your sister for a bit? You promised to treat me to dinner and karaoke last night, I called you here to ask when you're going to treat me." I could only smile and say, "Manager, at least wait until I get paid before treating me, it's already mid-month, I don't have enough money." "Oh, really? Okay then, I'll lend you some, just pay me back when you get paid." Since she'd said that, I could only say, "Manager, whatever you want, I'm free." "Aren't you afraid Yang Ling will get jealous (I haven't mentioned it yet, my lover's name is Yang Ling)?" I said no, it's fine. "Okay, wait for my call, I'll call you when I've decided, you can go back to work now." I had no choice but to return to my office dejectedly. As soon as I got to my office, Yang Ling came in and asked me, "What did that slut want with you? Did she want to ask about us? Just tell her, what are you afraid of?" I quickly closed the door, afraid someone would hear. I said, "It's nothing, she just asked about the market's recent feedback on our company's products and this month's report." Yang Ling looked unconvinced and said, "I'll tell you again, if you're going to be with her, don't come looking for me. Just pretend we were never together." Seeing tears welling in her eyes, I felt a pang of heartache and hugged her, saying, "Honey, you have to believe me, it won't happen. We've already been through so much together, I can't bear to lose you." She finally stopped crying and, after my reassurance and comfort, went back to her office. After she left, I thought about it carefully and realized that the manager's way of speaking to me and the way she looked at me was a little different, not unlike the way I looked when I was pursuing Yang Ling. I comforted myself again, "It shouldn't be like that, she's thirty-seven or thirty-eight, she wouldn't be interested in someone like me." After get off work, I received a call from the manager asking me to come to her house to fix her computer; she would pick me up downstairs. I knew that if I went, something might happen, but I couldn't refuse. (It was at this moment that I realized how easy it is for superiors to sexually harass subordinates, as described in the newspapers and on TV). I had no choice but to go downstairs and wait for her to pick me up. As soon as I got downstairs, I saw she was already there. She smiled and said, "You look so dejected. Your sister isn't a monster; if you fix it for me, I'll give you a reward!" I got in the car and said, "I don't look dejected at all; I'm just a little tired from work." She asked me seriously, "Do you want to change jobs and help me organize documents? It's quite easy." I quickly said no. Seeing my flustered state, she laughed loudly, "Did your Yang Ling say something to you? That woman... looks like I need to have a good talk with her." I quickly said, "No, she didn't say anything. Please don't go to her." I knew Yang Ling looked gentle, but she had a very short temper and couldn't stand the slightest displeasure. "Oh, you seem quite concerned about her. You two have been together for a long time; looks like you have a good relationship." Hearing the teasing in her tone, I felt a strange mix of emotions. "Should I transfer Yang Ling to a different job? Transfer her to the county company as a manager?" She said this to me with an indifferent look. Only then did I realize that Yang Ling was absolutely right; this slut was indeed very promiscuous and stingy. I quickly said, "Please don't, her child is still young." "Hmph, young child? I think she's got quite the nerve." The car arrived at her apartment building. She lived in an upscale residential complex. As I went upstairs, I wondered what she was up to, what would happen if I went up there. I had no idea.Just then, my phone rang. It was Yang Ling calling. We had arranged to have dinner together. I hesitated to answer; I didn't know what to say. Her home's decor didn't resemble that of a high-level white-collar worker. Every piece of furniture exuded a classic charm, giving a feeling of stepping back in time. I sat on her wooden sofa, and she made me a cup of tea. I didn't know the quality of tea, but I knew it was good. I asked her, "Manager, is the computer over there? Let me take a look, but I'm not sure I can fix it; my skills are limited." She led me to the computer and said, "Take a look yourself. I'll go change my clothes." I turned on the computer and found it had a virus. I fixed this simple thing in 10 minutes. By the time I finished, she had changed into casual home clothes and was cooking. I was used to seeing her in a suit at work, and seeing her cooking in the kitchen for the first time really gave me the feeling of a virtuous wife and loving mother. She turned to look at me and said, "Xiao Liu, you watch TV first. I'll just make something simple. Eat before you leave." I was about to leave, but after hearing her say that, I really couldn't leave. I helped her set the table after she cooked. She poured two glasses of a red wine I couldn't recognize and said, "Xiao Liu, just eat whatever you want here today. I'll treat you to a proper meal another time." I could only smile wryly and say, "Manager, you decide. I only have a pitiful amount of money." She smiled at my wry smile and said, "Come on, let's drink. We'll talk about it another time." I could only drink with her. I usually enjoy drinking, but I don't know why I felt so uncomfortable drinking today. After finishing a bottle, I was already feeling dizzy. I offered to help her clear the table, but she wouldn't let me. "These are things women do. What are you, a man, doing doing this? I understand this woman less and less. What kind of person is she?" Sitting on the sofa, I drank tea. She sat down opposite me, glanced at me, and said, "Xiao Liu, I want to ask you something." I knew what she wanted to ask, so I said, "Go ahead and ask." "How did you end up with Yang Ling? She has a husband and children. Did you consider the future?" This question touched the deepest part of my heart. I lit a cigarette and didn't say anything. She continued, "What can she give you if you're with her? No matter how much she likes you, she'll never divorce her husband for you. Are you as good as her husband?" This question made me feel inferior. Her husband had a house, a car, and money. I, on the other hand, was just a lowly office worker. Seeing that I didn't speak, she knew her words had worked. "I divorced my husband for my lover. You've probably heard about my story. You're still young; you need to think carefully about your own path." As I was deep in thought, the phone rang. I didn't even need to look to know who was calling; she probably guessed too. "You have to go now. Think carefully about what I'm telling you." I glanced at her, said nothing, and left her house. Back home, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I had considered what she said, but I hadn't expected her to be so insightful. The phone kept ringing beside me. I didn't want to answer. I didn't know if, given my current state of mind, I would say "break up" to her. I turned on the TV, and the song request channel was playing Na Ying's "No Matter How Bitter." Listening to the lyrics, I felt an indescribable pang of sorrow. I thought of the happy days we spent together, the days we argued—the memories were all so sweet. Just then, I heard a knock at the door. I thought it was the electricity bill collector. When I opened the door, I saw her standing there in her pajamas, her face covered in sweat. Neither of us spoke; we just looked at each other. Slowly, I saw tears welling in her eyes. I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled her inside. Only then did she burst into tears, crying and saying incessantly, "Why didn't you answer my calls? Don't you want me anymore? Even if you don't want me, you should at least answer my calls and tell me! What kind of person are you?" I could only lie: "No, I came back this afternoon and my phone was charging at home. I forgot to take it with me when I left." Slowly, she stopped crying, looking at me with red eyes: "You know what? I sneaked out while my husband was asleep. Look, I didn't even change my clothes." Actually, I knew even if she didn't say it. I didn't say anything, just kissed her on the lips. Our love, tested once more, made our kisses more passionate and intimate than ever before. We'd never felt so close. Kissing my beloved, I slowly removed her nightgown, bit by bit. We knew each other's movements intimately. Her hands caressed my entire body. We stood there, kissing passionately in my living room, without any barriers between us. Knowing what she needed, I gently placed her on the sofa armrest, my legs between hers. My glans gently rubbed against the entrance of her vagina, just like our lips. She let out familiar moans. After entering me, I felt an unprecedented comfort and warmth. Her legs gripped my waist tightly. I slowly lifted her up, and we stood in the center of my room, passionately expressing our feelings. From the living room to the bed, we thrust in and out of each other repeatedly. She reached orgasm repeatedly, and even as I was about to ejaculate, she held my penis in her mouth until I had fully released my love. Lying in bed, she nestled against my chest and gently asked, "If a better woman than me were willing to be with you, would you still want me?" I stroked her smooth back tenderly and said, "You'll know if you listen to Na Ying's song 'No Matter How Bitter'." She looked at me, "I have to go back now, will you take me?" I nodded. When we got to her door, she looked at me earnestly, "If he finds out when I get back and wants a divorce, will you still want me?" Looking at her, I felt a mix of emotions. I said earnestly, "If that happens, I'll marry you." Watching her walk upstairs with a happy smile, watching her disappear into the stairwell, I asked myself, would I really marry her if she really got a divorce? Because I hadn't slept well the night before, I was late for work. As soon as I got to the office, I saw Manager Liu sitting in my chair. "Xiao Liu, you're late. Did you stay out too late last night?" I said awkwardly, "I didn't sleep well last night, I had insomnia." She glanced at me: "You go ahead with your work, I'm leaving." As soon as she left, I saw a letter on my desk, left by her. I quickly opened it; inside was just a single sheet of paper that read: "I know you can't forget her, but she might ruin you. You're still young, there are things you don't understand. Love alone isn't enough for two people to be together; temporary physical needs can't last. Quite a few people already know about you and her. If you're really going to be with her, you'll have to face pressure from society and your family. The company is planning to transfer you to the county as deputy manager; think about it." I'd been thinking about this until midnight last night and still hadn't figured it out; now my mind was even more confused. I put the letter in my pocket and was about to get to work when Yang Ling came in. "You don't seem very happy today. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Looking at her radiant face and innocent smile, I felt no joy at all. I shook my head: "No, I just slept late last night. I'll take a nap at noon. You go to work first, I'll come find you after I finish my work." Watching her skip away, I thought to myself, "Do all women crave passion? I don't understand." At noon, I didn't go to lunch with Yang Ling; I slept in the office. Just as I fell asleep, the phone rang: "Xiao Liu, I'm waiting for you downstairs. Come to the company with me." Even though I didn't want to go, I had to go. When I got to the car, I realized she didn't seem to be going on business at all. She was dressed much better than usual, wearing perfume, and a very sexy dress. Because the dress was so tight, her breasts looked like they were about to burst. The car drove towards the suburbs. I asked her where we were going, but she wouldn't say, just kept laughing. The car arrived at a relatively famous resort in our area. She seemed to come here often. She led me to a secluded small building. As soon as we entered the room, she told me she wanted me to have lunch with her; it was her birthday. Although I was suspicious, I still smiled and said happy birthday. I asked her how old she was, but she wouldn't tell me. I guessed she was 38 or 39. She took a long robe from the inner room and handed it to me. "Go take a shower, it's very dusty on the way. The bathroom is downstairs." I wanted to say I didn't want to shower, but my feet unconsciously led me to the bathroom. I had just started showering when I heard her say at the door, "Want me to help you scrub your back?" I quickly said thank you, I can manage on my own. When I finished showering, she also changed her clothes and prepared to shower. "You don't need me to help you scrub your back, but I want you to help me!" I pretended not to hear and watched my own TV. Sure enough, after she had been showering for a while, I heard her call me. I deliberately turned the TV volume up very loud, thinking about how to get home. She came out after showering, glanced at me without saying a word, and I then realized that she was only wrapped in a towel, and I could clearly see her snow-white thighs and half of her breasts. I knew she definitely wasn't wearing any clothes underneath. She went to the bedside and ordered food and a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) over the phone. "I don't have many friends here; they're all out of town. I know you probably didn't want to come, but I'm still very happy you did." You might be wondering why a woman in her thirties would want to see her. I'll explain slowly while we drink.You'll understand after you hear this. From the moment I entered this room, I didn't want to speak. As a man, I didn't care what happened between us, I just didn't want a woman ten years older than me to have sex with me, especially not willingly. It hurt my pride. I used to be the one harassing others, who knew I'd end up like this? There were only a few delicate dishes, a bottle of Moutai, and two wine glasses. I thought this kind of environment would be perfect with Yang Ling, but the person in front of me wasn't her. "You really want to know why I like to see you, right? I'll tell you now. You look a lot like my college classmate, my first love. We were together for four years, and then we broke up because he went to Tibet for work. I haven't heard from him since. He asked me to go to Tibet with him, but I thought it was too tough there, so I didn't go. Who knew it would be just as tough and tiring in the mainland?" Hearing her words, I just kept drinking. I didn't want to think about whether what she said was true. I only knew I didn't want to stay here; I wanted to leave. "I know you might not believe it, but you really look like him. He's tall, dark-skinned, and very attractive to women, just like you." I saw she was getting drunk, and I wanted to get her drunk so we could go home. Suddenly, she sat down next to me, resting her head on my shoulder: "Xiao Liu, I know you want to leave, I know you don't want to stay here with me. It's my birthday today, please don't leave, okay?" Smelling her body fragrance and the full breasts under her towel, my male instincts slowly began to react under the influence of alcohol. She looked up at me, her lips gently biting behind my ear, "I'm so lonely, I don't have a single friend here, and all the men outside are fucking bastards." I tried to stand up but couldn't move. I didn't know if it was because I didn't want to move or if I already had the idea of spending the night with her. I turned my head and saw that her face was already very red. The towel on her body almost completely exposed her breasts. Her nipples weren't very attractive, and the color was a bit dark, but her breasts were still very firm, and she seemed to take good care of them. At this close range, I could hardly see any trace of a woman in her thirties on her face. She caressed my body all over with her hands, and slowly her hand touched my already erect penis. I felt her hand was very hot and trembling. I knew she hadn't had sex in a long time, but I never expected such a strong reaction; even touching my penis made her hand tremble. My lips finally met hers. Kissing her felt like kissing a 16-year-old girl, except I was that 16-year-old girl. Her tongue swirled in my mouth, as if trying to devour all my saliva. Finally, she pushed me down onto the bed, rubbing her full breasts against my stomach. As the towels fell off her body, I noticed that she, like other women in their thirties, had some extra fat on her stomach, though it wasn't usually noticeable. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, and her breasts weren't as firm as Yang Ling's. As her head descended to my groin, she kissed my testicles, not directly on my penis, and continued her downward motion. She spread my legs with her hands, placing my penis between her breasts and rubbing them together. This sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced with any woman, a stimulation I'd never felt before. Then, she slowly and deliberately took my penis into her mouth. Her oral sex skills were clearly far superior to Yang Ling's; her mouth moved rhythmically, while her hands circled around my anus. Just as I felt myself reaching orgasm, she pinched the base of my penis hard, instantly extinguishing any urge to ejaculate. I couldn't help but admire her skill. Just as she was about to mount me, her phone rang. Reluctantly, she looked at it, then walked away to answer it. It sounded like it was her child calling. I glanced at my phone too; there was a message from Yang Ling: "Honey, I can't come with you today. My husband seems to have heard something, and we had a fight. Go to bed early tonight, and I'll come to your place tomorrow at noon, your baby." Seeing Yang Ling's message, my desire instantly subsided. I watched Manager Liu still on the phone and slowly started getting dressed. She glanced at me as I dressed, still on the phone. I heard what sounded like an argument. I wanted to say goodbye before leaving, but seeing her red-faced from arguing, I didn't. When I got downstairs, I heard the argument turn into crying. Back home, Manager Liu sent me a message: "Thank you for having dinner with me." I didn't understand it, and I didn't want to. The next day at work, I saw Manager Liu. She seemed the same as usual, except the way she looked at me was slightly different. Yang Ling and I arrived at my place at lunchtime. As soon as we entered, we went straight to my bed. Since we only had an hour at lunchtime, we quickly stripped naked. Using familiar techniques to soothe each other's bodies, my desire from yesterday was reignited, even more intense than yesterday. When I entered her from behind, Yang Ling let out cries of pain and pleasure. I felt I wasn't just having sex, but also venting my recent frustrations and anxieties. Gradually, Yang Ling couldn't withstand my intense thrusts and collapsed onto the bed. I rolled her over again, placing her legs on my shoulders. This position allowed me to clearly see her expression during orgasm. At this point, Yang Ling was too weak to speak, only uttering sounds I couldn't understand, her buttocks moving rhythmically in response to my movements. I maintained this position for only 10 minutes before suddenly pounced on her, venting all my frustration on her. "You were amazing today, you almost made me faint." Looking at Yang Ling, who was acting coquettishly beside me, I didn't know when we would end up together, or how long these happy days could last. Do lovers really need to be responsible for their love? When I got to the office, Manager Liu called to tell me that I was going on a business trip with her the next day, for three days. I hadn't even told Yang Ling about the trip before she already knew, but she didn't know who I was going with. For some reason, I unconsciously lied and said I was going alone. She just said she couldn't take me, that she had something to do at home. The next afternoon, Manager Liu drove to my building to pick me up. As soon as I got upstairs, I received a text from Yang Ling: "Honey, don't drink too much when you go out. I'll treat you well when you get back." Before the car even left the city, I saw Yang Ling and her family on the roadside. She and her husband were affectionately arm in arm, and their child was cuddling beside them. Seeing their happy family, I felt uneasy. Although I had no right to blame her—I chose this path myself—I just couldn't understand whether she was truly with me or just driven by lust! She had just texted me and immediately went back to enjoying herself with her husband. I couldn't understand it. Women, what can your hearts possibly hold? Liu saw it too. She didn't say anything, just kept glancing at me with a smile I couldn't decipher. We didn't talk much on the way home. I just felt very depressed and suffocated. The next day was busy, and I didn't finish work until the afternoon of the third. In the afternoon, a manager from the company invited me to dinner. I didn't want to go, but Liu insisted that I go with her, saying that I should help her fend off the drinks so she wouldn't get drunk and be unable to drive. I couldn't refuse that reason. At the dinner table, I learned from the introductions that this manager was apparently the one rumored to be having an affair with Liu. Amidst the endless rambling, I drank more and more. My mind started to blur. At that moment, I really wanted to call Yang Ling and see what she was doing. But the thought that no matter how much I liked her, she was never truly mine. She was mine, yet I was stubbornly pushing myself down a path with no future. After drinking for a while, I saw Liu and the manager getting intimate. I went back to the guesthouse alone; Liu and the manager disappeared. Back at the guesthouse, I called Yang Ling, but she didn't answer. I couldn't help but wonder if she was having sex with her husband, and whether it was the same as having sex with me. I couldn't understand it. There were so many things I couldn't understand. I only knew that her heart didn't belong to me, and her body wasn't just mine. I didn't know when I would find a woman of my own, someone I wouldn't have to give my heart to for this kind of affair. In the middle of the night, Liu came home. I heard noises from the next room, but it seemed like she wasn't alone; a man had brought her home. After a while, the man left, and I heard Liu vomiting, then gradually, I heard her crying. I wanted to go and comfort her; I knew she was crying and exhausted, but I didn't know if I could go. While I was thinking this, my phone rang. I didn't even need to look to know it was from next door. When I answered, I heard her heartbroken sobs on the other end. When I got to her room, I saw her sitting on the floor, crying her eyes out, a far cry from her usual white-collar pride. I helped her to the sofa.She sat down and suddenly threw herself into my arms, bursting into tears. I quickly told her not to do this, that it wouldn't be good if someone heard. After crying for a while, she slowly stopped. "Xiao Liu, I'm so sorry, why did I bother you so late?" I said it was okay. "Sit down first, I'll go take a shower, I smell like alcohol." I said I wanted to go back to sleep, but she wouldn't let me. It was already past 2 a.m., and the city outside the window had long since lost its vitality. I could only see a few cars on the street, people rushing around for a living. I thought about how everyone in this world is struggling to make a living. While I was still in a daze, she had finished showering and came out. At this time, she no longer looked like the drunkard she had been, only her face still showed signs of drinking. She leaned against the bed, looking at me with a confident expression. I slowly lay down next to her. I didn't know what I was really thinking, but I felt very depressed and wanted to vent. Her hands gently took off all my clothes, and she stripped naked herself as well. I turned around and pounced on her, kissing her lips and every inch of her skin relentlessly. Her moans stimulated me; there was no foreplay, all I needed was release, a frenzied release. My kisses suffocated her, my penis between her legs made her moan. Her legs and her raised buttocks swayed rhythmically with my hips. I felt like I was making love to a complete stranger, my teeth and nails tearing at her breasts and back, watching the marks appear on her breasts, I reached my climax. I wanted her to lie on her stomach and I would enter her from behind, she obeyed. I watched my penis slide in and out of her buttocks, watched her anus contract with each thrust, and I couldn't resist inserting my fingers into her anus. With her cries of pain, all my pent-up frustration and repression were released into her. Looking at the woman next to me, almost 10 years older than me, I felt a mix of emotions. She lay gently beside me, like other women who had been satisfied, her fingers lightly caressing every part of my body. Neither of us spoke, unsure what to say to break the awkward silence. On the way back, she spoke softly to me. I simply told her I wasn't going to be a deputy manager; I'd stay at the company. She seemed to have already guessed my decision, though she noticed me texting. I wanted to have a serious talk with Yang Ling. I didn't want to rely on a woman to exchange her body for a man's worth; at least I still had my dignity and confidence. I called Yang Ling in the car, but she didn't answer, which annoyed me. I felt she hadn't missed me after all these days; I didn't know what she took me for. Back home, I kept calling, but still no answer. That evening, I received a call from an unfamiliar number, a man: "Are you Xiao Liu? Yang Ling is in the hospital now. Come quickly if you want to see her." Before I could even ask who he was, he hung up. I was very anxious, but I was also afraid of seeing her husband. I wanted to see Yang Ling; I wanted to know why she was in the hospital. When I got to the hospital, I hesitated for a long time. I asked at the front desk and found out she was in room 303, bed 22 on the 6th floor. I got off the elevator on the 5th floor. After thinking for a long time, I finally called Manager Liu: "Sister Liu, it's me. Could you come to the hospital? I'm waiting for you on the 5th floor. I need your help urgently." Liu didn't ask what it was about and said she'd be right there. Less than 20 minutes later, Liu arrived. Seeing my anxious state, she quickly asked what was wrong. I told her, and she very considerately asked if I wanted her to go check on things first. I nodded. Liu patted my shoulder and said, "It's okay, I'll go check first. If I can, I'll call you, and you can come up." Liu went upstairs but didn't reply for a long time. I waited anxiously. It was then that I realized how important Yang Ling was to me. I wondered if I would have been this anxious if my parents were in the hospital. About 30 minutes later, my phone rang: "Xiao Liu, come upstairs. You have 10 minutes. Her husband went home to get some things." I ran up to the 6th floor and saw Manager Liu at the ward door. "Go in, I'll watch over things here." As soon as I entered the room, I saw Yang Ling lying on the bed, pale-faced, as if she had just fallen asleep. I went over and gently took her hand, placing it on my face: "Wife, look at me, I've come to see you. What happened to you? I've only been gone a few days, how come you're like this?" My tears couldn't help but fall. Yang Ling seemed to sense my arrival and slowly opened her eyes, saying weakly, "Why are you here? You should leave quickly, it'll be troublesome if he sees you here." As she spoke, she couldn't help but cry too. "What happened to you? How could this happen?" Yang Ling shook her head weakly and just kept chasing after me. I kissed away her tears, kissed her once rosy lips, and tears still streamed down my face. "Xiao Liu, it's almost time. Come on, I'll tell you slowly on the way." I reluctantly watched Yang Ling, her face streaked with tears, leave the room. "Wait for me on the 5th floor. I promised her husband I'd wait for him." On the way back, I asked Liu what had happened, but she wouldn't say. The car drove straight to her apartment building. Once inside, she gave me a bottle of beer: "Her husband already knows about you and her. He gave her an ultimatum. If it weren't for the child, they would have divorced long ago. Didn't Yang Ling tell you?" I shook my head and drank heavily. Liu brought out a few more bottles of beer and placed them in front of me. "Also, her husband is going to cause you trouble. Yang Ling couldn't stop him, so she left him a letter and took sleeping pills." I read the letter; it had your name on it. Do you want to know what it said? I look

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