[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 1-3

[Synopsis] When I finally won over Hui'er, she had just graduated from university and was a beautiful 22-year-old. After we were done, she nestled naked in my arms, caressing my bare chest with her delicate hands, and whispered to me, "If you had acted any later, I would have been his."

Chapter 1: The Enchanting Crescent Moon

When I finally won over Hui'er, she had just graduated from university and was a beautiful 22-year-old. After we were done, she nestled naked in my arms, caressing my bare chest with her delicate hands, and whispered to me, "If you had acted any later, I would have been his."

This story goes back many years. "He" refers to one of Hui'er's university classmates, who had pursued her relentlessly from freshman year to senior year. It was said that just as graduation was approaching and the clouds were clearing for them, I suddenly intervened. The result was that the world gained a pair of hapless lovers. Of course, due to the laws of ecological balance, a resentful man named Lu Xiaobin was also created. This guy was suicidal at the time. He burned the character "Hui" on his arm with a cigarette butt, and used large glow sticks to spell out "I love you, Ning Hui" under the girls' dormitory building, then shouted hoarsely, "Ning Hui—I will wait for you for a lifetime!"

According to Ning Hui, it was raining that day, and it was a bit chilly in early spring. He stood in the rain for several hours (good heavens, I think he deliberately chose a rainy day to do this, because the effect wouldn't be there if it weren't raining). The kid was eventually persuaded to leave by the school security guards. Then, it's said he went on a three-day hunger strike before his parents, weeping and muttering, "How did you end up with such a troublemaker?", dragged him home from school, and only then did things slowly calm down. Sigh, what is love in this world? It's so damn harmful. Out of humanitarian concern, I asked Ning Hui how she coped during that time. "He was such a pitiful person," I said. "I was really heartbroken. I didn't know what to do. He's a good person."

"So how could you be so heartless?"

"You old scoundrel, you took advantage and you're still acting innocent! Didn't you eat me up back then? I was yours!"

A flurry of light punches landed on my shoulder. "So I was quick? My mom always scolds me for being a brat, but I'm quick on this, hahaha."

Apparently, Ning Hui's classmates were quite indignant about it; some of his buddies said they were going to gang up on me. Ning Hui's college roommate and now best friend, Zeng Meimei, berated Ning Hui in her melodious voice: "You didn't want such a devoted man, you went and fell for an old scoundrel! What am I supposed to say to you..."

As for Zeng Meimei later using her equally melodious voice to writhe and pleasure me beneath her, that's another story. If a woman's heart isn't here, you can't pull it back even with eight horses, you know? But that guy surnamed Lu didn't understand. At the time, I was struggling at a travel agency, the incomprehensible chaos of the tourism market making me fed up, and I was pondering a difficult... I'm deciding whether to change careers around the age of thirty. Sigh, a man's biggest fear is choosing the wrong profession. How the hell did I end up in the tourism industry, serving women and doing all that fuss? My original dream was to be a film director, or at least a freelance writer. Now, directors are Argentina's "Messi," and freelancing is the last straw. While this thought is tormenting me, the company has chartered two luxury cruise ships in the Yangtze River Delta, preparing to expand into overseas markets and needing to recruit some foreign language tour guides. Aunt Li, who manages HR, called me to go with her to a job fair to help interview applicants' English. I yelled at Aunt Li, "Aunt Li, are you calling me a wolf? Are you asking me to be in charge of a beauty pageant? Or to be in charge of English interviews?"

Although she's called Aunt Li, she's only about thirty-five or thirty-six. All the junior tour guides in the company call her Aunt Li, so I just follow suit. Women in this city don't look old; their skin is good, and no matter how they dress up, they probably look over thirty. "Looking like this, she's at the best age for a woman." "That's because Aunt Li cares about you. Aren't you just hanging on? You can choose one later

, considering both work and personal life?" Aunt Li hit the nail on the head, becoming my lifelong benefactor. The job fair was held in a huge exhibition center hall, packed with people like dumplings in a pot, shoulder to shoulder. Even in spring, people's sweat glands were secreting profusely. The job fair would end at noon. I glanced at the time; it was almost 12 o'clock. I stared blankly at the stack of resumes half a foot high in front of me, thinking angrily, "Who the hell said there are so many pretty girls in the foreign language department?" I was about to unleash my pent-up frustration on Aunt Li next to me when, in a flash, a clear, gentle voice, with a feminine nasal tone and breath, drifted over: "Excuse me, are you hiring tour guides here?"

Pure Mandarin, without a trace of the city's unique dialect. I looked up; spring had truly arrived. I fell in love with Romy Snaidy when I watched "Sissi." Her eyes, mesmerizing crescent moons, shone with a translucent, sapphire-like light. I can't describe how those eyes bathed the heart of a young man experiencing the first stirrings of love. When Romy Snaidy tragically died by suicide, I, who usually only drink a couple of ounces of liquor, drank half a pound of strong liquor and passed out. In that first glance, I saw those crescent moons in the eyes of the girl before me, eyes that haunted my dreams. "Excuse me, teacher, are you hiring a foreign language tour guide here?"

Seeing my dazed expression, the voice came again, piercing my heart. "Ah, yes…" What

I really wanted to say was, "This guy's looking for a wife too." I took the resume handed to me; on it was a line of elegant handwriting: Ning Hui. The next day, Monday, early in the morning, I helped Aunt Li sort through the resumes for the formal interviews, then pulled out Ning Hui's, saying, "I'll contact her."

Aunt Li gave me an understanding smile: "How will you thank me when you've got it sorted out?"

"Sigh, such a beauty, I'm not confident. But if I succeed, Auntie, just let me know."

I forced a mischievous smile, thinking that at worst I could offer myself; this wolf was just looking for an opportunity. Ning Hui appeared at the company in a carefully chosen red suit, more vibrant than yesterday, but her casually tied ponytail exuded a student's simplicity and straightforwardness, radiating youthful energy. It was Ning Hui's turn for the interview. As soon as she sat down, I stared at her large, watery crescent-shaped eyes. Aunt Li asked a few questions and then tacitly slipped away, solemnly announcing before leaving that Teacher Nan would be conducting the English interview next. "You look so beautiful today; anyone who didn't know better would think you were applying to film school." "

I composed myself and used this as my opening line. I was genuinely praising her, not flattering her at all. Zhang Yimou was blind to cast Zhou Dongyu in 'The Love of the Three Hawthorn Trees'; this lovely girl in front of me is ten times better. 'Teacher Nan, you really know how to talk.'

Her eyes avoided my gaze, her head lowered, offering a faint smile. We then began chatting in English. I had carefully planned the topics, making sure to ask all the necessary information, fully prepared for the next step: where she was from, whether she had a boyfriend, what her hobbies were, what her favorite book was, what her favorite movie was, what her favorite food was." The dishes, and so on. I occasionally complimented her on her perfect English pronunciation, saying she could be on foreign news. The most important information I remembered was: no boyfriend; her favorite book was *The Unbearable Lightness of Being*. Good heavens, a literary enthusiast! This made this 80s-era literary old man ecstatic—it was like a pie falling from the sky! I calmly suppressed my excitement and searched Ning Hui's resume and the company's job application form again, checking for any missing information: phone number… oh, missing QQ, that's an essential tool listed in dating guides. No problem for me. I quickly explained that the next step was a written writing and translation test, and I would send… I gave her some documents, needing her QQ number to transfer files. Ning Hui readily wrote her QQ number on her resume. I also gave her my business card, saying she could contact me anytime with any questions. I continued searching. Still missing the measurements? I subconsciously glanced at the pretty girl's chest, imagining the ample bosom beneath her red skirt, and felt a shiver run down my spine. I cursed the person who designed the spreadsheet—what a terrible spreadsheet! Such important information was missing! Just then, my phone received a text message. I opened it and chuckled; it was from Aunt Li: "Boss, it's been half an hour, are you ever going to stop?"

I confess I've fallen hopelessly in love with Ning Hui. I've fallen in love with her crescent-shaped eyes, with the way her voice pierces to the bone. I once thought my heart-wrenching first love had robbed me of the ability to love forever, but Hui'er's appearance changed everything. I decided to end my reckless, decadent, and utterly miserable single life; I decided to have someone by my side to care for me; I decided to buy a new 2.5-meter double bed just for Hui'er; I've decided, I'm getting married. The company still needs a few days to finalize the hiring list after the interviews, and I've spent these days in anxious turmoil. Ning Hui hasn't appeared on my QQ. I'm racking my brains trying to figure out how to strike up a conversation with her. I can't exactly wait outside her school pretending to bump into her, can I? I'm so anxious. Then, on a bright, moonlit night, I was at home, hoping to run into Ning Hui on QQ while aimlessly browsing adult websites to relieve my anxiety. Then my phone rang. I looked at it and, oh dear, it was Ning Hui calling! I almost jumped out of my seat! God isn't Jehovah at this moment, he's Grandpa! Thank you, Grandpa God. My body was completely captivated by Ning Hui's voice, and with that jolt of electricity, when the voice from the other end of the phone reached my ears, I immediately felt weak all over. "Teacher Nan, I'm sorry to bother you, is this a convenient time to talk?"

"No, no, not at all, I'm free right now."

I held my breath, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "It's like this, I'm graduating this July, and I've been busy looking for a job lately, and I even applied to your company..."

"Ah, your interview results were very good, you'll definitely get a job with us."

I quickly interrupted her, telling her the situation, as if afraid my sure thing would slip away. "Thank you for your concern, Professor Nan, but I've just received an offer from a foreign company for a position in their public relations department. I'm torn. Professor Nan is very experienced, so I'd like to hear your advice. Which one should I choose?"

"Oh, I see. What kind of company is it?"

She's treating me like a mentor on my job search! A sense of pride welled up inside me. Things seemed to be progressing in the right direction. According to Ning Hui, it's a long-established British shipbuilding company that's partnered with a large local state-owned group to build a factory here. Construction is about to begin, and they're actively recruiting. I need to be careful. If she joins our company, I'll certainly have plenty of opportunities to get to know Ning Hui, but it might not be as beneficial for her future. I decided to be an objective guide, even though my ultimate goal was to get Hui'er into bed with me. Analyzing pros and cons has always been one of my strengths. Almost without thinking, I laid out my reasoning logically. I said, "First, you need to consider your interests, career aspirations, job prospects, company growth potential, and so on. Tourism, while a sunrise industry with lots of connections and travel, seems glamorous, but the constant serving of people can get tiring. Besides, being a tour guide requires a lot of talking and is a short-lived career. You should think it through. I'm also considering leaving this industry; it's really tiring after all these years..."

"Teacher Nan is right," Ning Hui's silvery laughter rang in my ears. "I'm not exactly a smooth talker; I'd probably struggle as a tour guide. Teacher Nan, you're so eloquent; you must have honed your skills as a tour guide, haha."

Making a girl laugh was the first step to making her your woman. This laughter came at just the right time, forcing me to use all my skills and knowledge, gripping the phone tightly, talking about everything from the workplace to life, from life to ideals... The conversation unfolded naturally, like a performance on a stage of life, all under my control. "Life is just a dream, it's all just a little bit of art and literature." When she mentioned liking Woody Allen's films, I realized that for her age, she wasn't just an ordinary art enthusiast. Besides, it was a golden opportunity. I usually dabble in writing terrible film reviews online and for newspaper movie columns, and I happened to have written one about Woody Allen a few days ago. Wasn't this God pushing her into my arms? Hui'er, if you end up with me, don't blame this old art enthusiast! How could you talk about movies with a die-hard film buff who once considered film directors his life's ideal? Ning Hui's laughter became more frequent, and she showed no sign of stopping. The conversation continued until late at night, the bright moonlight bearing witness. I believe that on that night, the seed of love was deeply planted in the hearts of two art enthusiasts, eight years apart in age, as deep as the night itself. The next morning, inspiration struck. I decided to capitalize on this artistic approach and strike at the heart of Hui'er's heart, where the wound had already been opened. I sent her a text message: "Last night, though it wasn't romantic, your voice was so sexy."

Later, Ning Hui told me that that text message truly touched her heart; at that moment, she said she felt a little fond of me.

Chapter 2 From Ning Hui to Hui'er

Later, Ning Hui took my advice and went to that joint venture company, where she is now the public relations manager. I also left the travel agency not long after and became a literary columnist for a large local newspaper, officially beginning to pursue my dream of becoming a freelancer. As I left, Aunt Li resentfully tossed out a remark: "You ungrateful wretch! You didn't even help the company recruit anyone, and you ran off with them yourself. And you expect me to thank you? What a load of rubbish!"

I chuckled dryly, "Don't mention it, Aunt Li, you're Hui'er and my benefactor for life. I'll definitely treat you to a meal sometime."

"Go away, who cares about your meal?"

Because I was pregnant with Hui'er, I didn't dare to interpret Aunt Li's words too deeply, but I was genuinely grateful to her. Everything happens for a reason. My relationship with Ning Hui began at a late-night movie screening. She had already completed the paperwork for her new company and was just waiting to officially graduate. She didn't have anything urgent to do. Although Ning Hui's home was a few dozen kilometers from the city center, not far, she didn't go home. I knew she wanted to be with me. We saw each other almost every day. During that time, we watched every movie theater available, and we frequented every good restaurant and food stall near the school. But as usual, I would walk her back to school every night. I knew this couldn't be rushed. I knew that a fist thrown with restraint is more powerful than a fist thrown back. The strategy of feigning weakness to lure the prey—one of the thirty-six brilliant stratagems summarized by our ancestors—was meticulously crafted. Although with the arrival of early summer, people were wearing lighter clothing, and Ning Hui was exposing more and more skin. That night, the weather was rather muggy. Ning Hui was still wearing jeans, but with a short-sleeved t-shirt on top. The round neckline wasn't too low, just enough to reveal her cleavage like a deep mist. Hui'er, this is tempting me to commit a crime! This was the first time I had seen Ning Hui's alluring cleavage. I admit, I wasn't just excited, I was aroused. When the movie theater went completely dark, the screen's reflection illuminated Ning Hui's cleavage as two dazzling white orbs. I repeatedly felt an irresistible urge to use my left or right hand, or both, to explore down that cleavage, and further down… I finally mustered all my courage and reached out one hand, but instead of climbing over the cleavage, I grasped Ning Hui's hand beside me. She hesitated slightly, then opened her hand to accept mine. I could feel the soft, sweaty beads of her palm. The instant my arm inevitably touched Ning Hui's bare arm, I felt an electric shock—the most wonderful feeling in the world, a sensation that melted my entire body. At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world. Thank you, movies; thank you, art; thank you, English; thank you, Aunt Li… Starting tomorrow, I'll be feeding horses, chopping wood, and besides grains and vegetables, I'll also care about love, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming… With my remaining hand, I took out my phone, opened the text message interface, and with the weathered heart of a thirty-year-old man, wrote word by word: “I want to hold your hand like this for the rest of my life, okay?”

Then I dialed Ning Hui's number. Two seconds later, her phone rang. Ning Hui took out her phone, looked at it, and then started typing. In the darkness, I couldn't see her expression, but she didn't let go of my hand. That was the most agonizing minute of my life. After sending the text message, Ning Hui suddenly gripped my hand tightly, and in that moment I understood everything. Her reply contained only one word: "Zha."

I almost burst out laughing; Ning Hui's lively nature was on full display. I looked at the message, then leaned close to her face and solemnly asked, "Excuse me, Ning, what does 'Zha' mean? It sounds like something a eunuch would say, doesn't it?"

Ning Hui feigned anger: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Are you not satisfied? I'll send it back to you again."

She then pulled out her phone and quickly pulled away from my hand. I quickly grabbed her, rattling off apologetic phrase like a machine gun: "Little Ning, calm down. I didn't expect such a gentle girl like you to have such a temper."

"Hehe, who told you to bully me?"

Ning Hui said, then wrapped her arms around one of my arms, leaning her head against my shoulder, my arm pressed against her chest. I tried to adjust my breathing to match the rhythm of her chest's rise and fall. I didn't know how long it had been since I'd been so close to a woman, our breaths and bodies so intimately intertwined, especially such a beautiful, blossoming woman. More importantly, I loved her. When the act of love is fully performed, the shadow of sex follows closely. When Ning Hui's breasts, the most maternal symbol of womanhood, conveyed a full, soft, and warm sensation to my arm, all clothing became unimportant. My male hormones erupted like a volcano—the strongest thing in the world must be a man's erection, stronger than any rock or steel beam—at that moment, I felt myself hard as iron. I turned to the side, looking down intently at Ning Hui's beautiful face: her long eyelashes added immeasurable charm to her crescent-shaped eyes; the delicate lines outlined the perfect curve of her nose; her lips, the most expressive part of a woman's sensuality, opened and closed, her tongue casually licking at the corners of her lips, making her feminine charm ever-changing. Ning Hui's lips seemed to possess an indescribable power; from any angle, you always felt she was smiling, effortlessly controlling the boundary between pure innocence and the depths of desire. To someone who loved her, it was a face of unparalleled beauty, so captivating. Ning Hui felt the roughness of my breath, sensing what was about to happen, so she closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips... Then our lips met, our tongues intertwined. In that sweet, intimate exchange, Hui'er and I pledged our love. This was the kiss of my life, our hearts united, our bodies and souls fused, the kiss making my little brother throb with desire, the kiss making my soul leave my body. I love you, Hui'er. While continuing to let her suckle my tongue, I guided her hand down to my lower body, wanting her to accept its adoration. When Ning Hui's hand touched the firmness hidden beneath the fabric, her eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and she let out a soft, moaning sound as my tongue filled her mouth. I continued kissing her lips, whispering, "You've done a good job today, dressed like that. No wonder I acted like a hooligan."

Ning Hui smiled with a slight twitch of her lips, then closed her eyes, took a deep breath of my lips, and gently stroked my erection, kissing me in return, saying, "Hehe, I was just wondering, we've been on a date for so long and you haven't reacted at all. I don't believe you really think you're some kind of saint."

So this little girl had set a trap. Ning Hui's answer, whether it was just for the occasion or genuinely meant it, was a perfectly timed teasing. My adrenaline surged, and my lips moved down, gently caressing Ning Hui's snow-white neck, then parting the mist and pressing against the opening of her cleavage. Ning Hui didn't refuse, puffing out her chest in response, wrapping her arms around my head and pressing herself down. I listened to the breath of her breasts with my lips, and for a long time, neither of us wanted to let go... The movie theater was right next to the school. After the movie, I pulled Ning Hui towards the school. But everyone walked very slowly, as if it was the destination neither of us wanted to reach that night. "Nan,"

Ning Hui finally spoke when we saw the school gate, "I don't want to go back to the dorm tonight. I'm afraid Lu Xiaobin will be waiting at the dorm entrance again."

"Is he still harassing you?"

"He's not harassing me anymore. He just often comes to the dorm entrance to wait. I've clearly told him many times that it's impossible between us. A few days ago, I even told him that I already have a boyfriend."

I stopped and grinned mischievously, "Who was that boyfriend a few days ago?"

Ning Hui playfully punched me, "Go away, I'm being serious."

I pulled her into my arms, gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, and then whispered in her ear, "Shall we go to Nan Mansion?"

Ning Hui wrapped her arms tightly around my waist in response. I knew what this trip meant for Ning Hui; it wasn't an easy decision, I could feel the strength in her grip on my waist. An empty taxi pulled up beside us, and we embraced as we got into the back seat. As soon as the car started moving, the driver looked in the rearview mirror and said seriously, "Please continue, gentlemen. Driving this night shift for so long is tiring."

Ning Hui chuckled, and I replied, "Sir, I was worried about affecting your driving safety."

The driver laughed heartily, "Hahaha, I drive slowly. If you don't mind the car, I can find a place to park it on the side of the road?"

That sounded rather sinister. Before the city's explosive development and skyrocketing housing prices, I had the foresight to buy a three-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of the city, for just over a thousand yuan per square meter back then. When I bought it, there were still many vegetable gardens around, but now it's in the most prosperous area of the city's newly developed district. The apartment was simply furnished, with only a few pieces of furniture added. These past few days, I'd had a premonition that Ning Hui would visit, so I'd consciously kept the room tidy and clean. Aside from the various books scattered haphazardly everywhere, the old guitar that'd been with me since high school was prominently displayed on the bedside table. When Ning Hui came in, she remarked that my room didn't look like a bachelor's, but rather like that of a down-on-his-luck poet. I can't describe the dizziness I felt when I first saw Ning Hui naked. Slowly, I removed her clothes, one by one. I knew that tonight I was removing the clothes a girl had worn for twenty-two years. I tried my best to make this ritual solemn and dignified, like a slow-motion film caressing her sacred body, like a pianist playing a melody about a girl's youth. Each piece removed was like turning the page of an era, from childhood, adolescence, to a young woman. With each piece removed, Ning Hui responded with a deeper sigh, as if I could hear the echoes and prayers of youth within her. Finally, as I slowly pulled Ning Hui's pink panties down from her buttocks, thighs, calves, and heels, the magnificent symphony reached its climax and froze in the air amidst the perfect presentation of Ning Hui's naked, peach-like, dazzling body. Frozen along with it was the blood in my veins and my sense of time. I suddenly felt helpless, trembling all over, marveling that the Creator wanted to test the infinite possibilities of a woman's body on Ning Hui. Ning Hui herself untied her ponytail, letting it fall over her shoulders like a black waterfall rushing into the embrace of a snow-capped mountain. Her semi-conical breasts, with their pink nipples standing erect in the upper third, resembled delicate snow lotuses blooming on a snow-capped mountain. Her abdomen, like a straight blanket of snow, stretched towards a dark, forest-covered ridge. That was the most captivating black I had ever seen—thick, abundant, and unruly, creating a striking visual contrast with Ning Hui's exquisite curves and dazzling white skin. I heard a low, animalistic moan escape my throat—I confess, I'm hopelessly obsessed with pubic hair. I love reading the secrets of a woman's sex and desire from there; my animalistic instincts are always involuntarily ignited by the erotic aura emanating from a woman's pubic hair. When such a pure and beautiful body encounters such exquisite and powerful pubic hair, I'd rather be the wildest beast in the world. Now, I must unleash that runaway beast, letting it charge wildly towards its prey. How I wish that in the end, the prey would tear the beast to pieces and melt it into her body. I began performing a series of hand and mouth exercises on Ning Hui's body, striving to coordinate them perfectly, letting pleasure permeate every part of Ning Hui's body, soaring like a melody. I kissed every inch of Ning Hui's skin, making her nipples harden in my mouth, her toes spasm in my mouth, her pubic hair tingle in my mouth, and her navel wriggle on my tongue. When my face was buried deep between her legs, I gently licked her clitoris. My tongue danced joyfully with Ning Hui's in the most private place between her legs. "Mmm... ah... ah ah... so... so this is how beautiful love can be!"

Ning Hui's moans began to tremble, from the initial whimpers to unrestrained cries. When I entered Ning Hui, she hugged me tightly and said, "Could you... be gentle?"

Then a tear welled up in my eye. I felt the hardness beneath me melt away instantly in an invisible softness. In that hidden door, Ning Hui gently guided me through a journey through time—a time nurtured by twenty-two years of youthful beauty, a time of blooming wildflowers, fragrant and radiant. At that moment, Ning Hui, like a gift from God, became my Hui'er.

Chapter 3: Stability and Unity Before Marriage

Mutual affection is always a low-probability event, which is why there are always so many lovesick men and women in this world. My love with Hui'er was fortunate enough to be struck by such a low probability event. Happiness, in that hot summer of that year, was baked into a passionate love by the city's furnace-like heat. Regarding this love, I was heading straight for marriage. Ning Hui was young and beautiful, and there were too many temptations in this world. It wasn't that I didn't trust her, but those kinds of poisonous weeds like "I'd rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle" were corroding and poisoning the hearts of young girls these days. I didn't even know how far I was from a BMW. A stable external environment is essential before focusing our energy on internal development. In our country, this is called "keeping a low profile and biding our time." That summer, I concentrated on three things to stabilize Hui'er's external environment: eliminating the psychological trauma Lu Xiaobin had caused Ning Hui; developing her future mother-in-law into a united front; and winning over her best friend. Basically, I had appeased her ex-boyfriend, mother-in-law, and best friend. As long as there were no internal problems, the marriage was a done deal. Although Lu Xiaobin wasn't her ex-boyfriend, and Ning Hui had never agreed to date him, she would occasionally hear bad news about him from classmates or friends, which made her uneasy. She'd hear things like, "He's in unbearable pain again," or "He's drunk again..." One day, Ning Hui heard from Zeng Meimei that Lu Xiaobin was threatening self-harm again. She returned home and remained silent for a long time before suddenly asking me, "Will something happen to him? What should I do?"

Our newspaper has a special column to answer readers' questions about these kinds of emotional disputes. I've ghostwritten the articles for several of our "Dear Sisters" articles when they were unwell, so I'm quite experienced and confident in doing this kind of counseling. "First, don't have any moral dilemmas. You never had a romantic relationship with him, so don't feel too guilty. There are plenty of people pursuing you, and if every one of them felt guilty, wouldn't you be driven crazy by guilt? Second, right now, what you need to do is do nothing and disappear from his world. He'll be fine. In time, he'll forget about you, and things will naturally get better. I believe in him with my dignity as a man; he's a real man, and this lesson you've taught him will be a valuable asset for his future..."

I forget what else I said, but I held Ning Hui in my arms and talked on and on for half an hour until the gloom on Ning Hui's face disappeared and she silenced me with her lips: "Look at you, so nagging, just like my mother. How can I not dislike you?"

I was worried that Ning Hui would feel too guilty. Although it wouldn't affect our relationship, it wouldn't be good if she developed some psychological trauma. At the end of that year, Lu Xiaobin left the city for the far south. For many years afterward, he never bothered Ning Hui again, and even his closest classmates and friends rarely knew his whereabouts. He was a real man. Ning Hui's mother was a retired kindergarten teacher. Her father was a purchasing agent for a state-owned enterprise, who usually enjoyed a small drink. Since Ning Hui had graduated from university and started working, she was also preparing for retirement. On the day I went to meet my future father-in-law, I brought many bags and packages. Two bottles of Moutai were presented to him, and during the meal, the old man, in high spirits, immediately wanted to open one. I immediately stopped him, and then the old man brought out his own homemade liquor… Looking at that full jar of liquor, I was immediately dumbfounded. It was better to drink Moutai! My meager alcohol tolerance was going to be a life-or-death struggle. It's always good to be sweet to your mother-in-law, and coupled with the nagging, motherly quality Ning Hui mentioned, I quickly became as close to her as family. Even in front of me, she spoke of Ning Hui with this same tone: "This girl has always been mischievous and willful, her bones seem to grow backwards, she's caused us so much worry, and now you're worrying too. You need to manage her spoiled princess temper."

Ning Hui was stunned, then pinched my arm and said, "What magic did you use to make my mom like you so quickly?"

That night, I got drunk at Ning Hui's house. The old man also had a few too many drinks and was sent to bed early by my mother-in-law. Ning Hui helped me wash up and then led me to her room, which she had lived in since elementary school. As soon as I entered, I felt a particularly familiar aura; everything in the room seemed to possess the unique spirit of its owner, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air. On the desk sat a plant I couldn't name, and on the wall above it hung an old-fashioned large photo frame, indicating the room's age. Among the many black and white photos of varying sizes, a slightly yellowed color photograph stood out. It showed a handsome teenage boy with his hand on the shoulder of a girl a head shorter than him. That girl was none other than a teenage version of Ning Hui. "Who...who is this brat?"

I pointed at the photo, my tongue lolling out of control. "He dares...dares to put his hand on my wife's...shoulder. I'll...teach him a lesson!"

"Give me a rest. Who can you teach a lesson to in your current state?"

Ning Hui struggled to get me onto the bed, helping me undress and arranging me comfortably, saying, "That's my cousin. My aunt's child. Sweetie, go to sleep first, I'm going to take a shower."

How many secrets of Ning Hui's teenage years were hidden in this bed? Was it on this bed that Hui'er first time masturbating? Which celebrity did Hui'er fantasize about when she reached orgasm during masturbation? ...I wonder what kind of stuff my father-in-law soaked in his wine. Anyway, lying in this gentle haven where the scent of a young girl hadn't faded, my mind was filled with these lewd thoughts—thoughts that made my blood boil, and smelling the fragrance of Ning Hui's skin on the bedding, my body stiffened. But my body was weak and limp from the strong effects of the alcohol, and in the excitement and drowsiness, I finally fell into a deep sleep. Soon, I came to a beautiful dream world, where vast grasslands, forests, and rivers intersected and crisscrossed, and half-human, half-divine animal spirits chased and played with each other. Angels with wings flew everywhere in the sky. Like the young Nils, I rode a goose into the sky and ran towards those beautiful angels. Suddenly, among these spirits, I saw a familiar figure flying slowly, her white dress fluttering in the wind. This figure has appeared countless times in my dreams, yet its appearance always brings such sorrow—because no matter what I do, I can never catch her. Now, as I strain to urge the goose beneath me to try and catch up with that white-clad figure with angel wings, I find the goose has turned into a broom devoid of magic, and my entire body plunges into the abyss in an instant. When I crash heavily into the valley, covered in blood, the earth is now shrouded in darkness, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring. I sob uncontrollably, my face blurred with blood and tears. In my suffocating, drowning state, a holy white light descends from the sky, illuminating the dim heavens. A naked angel slowly descended and landed beside me. She began to wash the blood and grime from my body with the soft feathers of her wings, comforted my wounds with her warm breasts, and bent down to kiss away the tears on my face… Finally, she carefully cupped my penis in her hands, her lips gracefully parting, closing, and sucking… In that moment, I felt all my pain instantly transform into the strength in my body, accumulating in the angel's warm mouth. Pleasure tugged at the cusp of her lips, again and again. The more limp my body was, the more energy accumulated in her mouth. When my body was finally completely melted by that volcanic, burning pleasure, I trembled and erupted in the angel's mouth, lava splashing, the earth shaking. I heard a roar within me, about to erupt, but the angel's hand tightly covered my mouth... I woke up with a start, only to see a scene that left me unable to distinguish between reality and dream: Ning Hui was bent over between my legs, licking my obviously ejaculated penis, one hand covering my mouth, the other hand and the corner of her mouth covered in my semen. So the angel was my Hui'er! A warm current rose in my heart. "Honey, I'm sorry for waking you," she said, releasing my penis as she saw me open my eyes, making a face. "I'm sorry, I covered your mouth because I was afraid you'd scream too loudly, and Mom and Dad would hear."

I lovingly pulled Ning Hui into my arms, holding her tightly, and said, "Thank you, baby. I just had a dream, and in the dream, an angel was doing the same thing to me."

Ning Hui's hand continued to gently stroke my penis: "Really? So even angels can be horny. I came back from the shower and saw you asleep, but your little brother was all erect. I thought you must be uncomfortable sleeping like that, and it looked so cute, so I kissed it, but I didn't expect to wake you up. Honey, you came so much, look at my mouth, my hand is covered in it, hehe."

I saw the thick white liquid still hanging at the corner of Ning Hui's mouth, and with a jolt, I quickly leaned in and licked her lips clean with my tongue. Then, without saying a word, I put my tongue into Ning Hui's mouth. Ning Hui murmured for a moment, then began to suck on my tongue with soft moans. Zeng Meimei is a problem that's neither too big nor too small. This girl acts like she has a grudge against me, always gossiping about me in front of Ning Hui. She stops bringing up the guy surnamed Lu and says, "Ning Hui, with your looks, you couldn't get close to anyone without a millionaire. What's so great about dating a down-on-his-luck scholar? I don't think he's reliable."

What's so down-on-his-luck about me? I wanted to ask her directly. I was so annoyed I could just let Ning Hui choose between her man and her girlfriends. Let's see who wins. But then I thought about how Ning Hui usually only goes out to eat and shop with Zeng, and doesn't have much social interaction. She gets bored without someone close to chat with, so I held back, only complaining to Ning Hui, "What did I do to offend this Zeng? I'm tolerating her for you girls' sake. Don't push me too far." "

Don't take her seriously. That's just how she is. I've been her classmate since middle school and into university. I know her too well. She loves to chatter, but she's not really a bad person."

"How about I act magnanimous and invite this 'heroine' to dinner? Maybe I can use my charm to win her over?"

Ning Hui thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, that's true. I even asked her to be my bridesmaid at our wedding. It'll be really difficult to handle this situation if we don't get things sorted out."

She paused, then her almond-shaped eyes widened: "Showing off your charm is fine, but don't get any funny ideas, she's very alluring."

I've been dating Ning Hui for several months now, and I've never actually met this "heroine" Zeng. I've only heard from Ning Hui that in college, she had at least a whole class of guys chasing after her, and she officially dated four or five boyfriends during college, all of whom rented apartments off-campus. The last one in her senior year lasted almost a year, but she dumped him at graduation… I thought to myself, she's definitely a vixen, no pushover. I'm genuinely worried that Ning Hui will get too close to her and be corrupted. To be honest, I couldn't get her to come the first two times. As soon as she heard I was treating, she immediately yelled on the phone, "No way! No way! No way! Trying to play these tricks on me? Do you think I'm that easy to bribe? Ning Hui, let me tell you, I won't be the bridesmaid unless you change the bridesmaid."

Ning Hui wasn't in a hurry. After hanging up, she just chuckled and called me stubborn. I reminded her from the side, "Does she have any hobbies? Like, what's her favorite food?"

"Haha, I've got it."

Ning Hui gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, like a chicken claw. "Honey, you're so smart. The hairy crabs are in season now. Let's go eat hairy crabs this weekend. I don't believe she won't come. Hairy crabs are like her parents."

On Saturday night, I booked a table early at Tian Tian Seafood City, the most famous hairy crab restaurant in the city. I suggested we notify Zeng sooner, but Ning Hui said there was no rush, adding, "Even if she's in Antarctica, she'll still be here."

We were already seated at the seafood restaurant when Ning Hui finally called Zeng Meimei: "Zeng, Nanze and I are at Tiantian Seafood Restaurant. Are you coming or not?"

"Like Zhuge Liang's three visits to the thatched cottage? I said no, no!" I heard the phone slam shut. I gave her a thumbs up: "A fierce woman!"

"Never mind her, let's eat first."

Ning Hui put her phone on the table; "I bet you, she'll call back within three minutes."

To be precise, two minutes and fifty seconds later, Ning Hui's phone rang, and Zeng Meimei called out in a melodious voice: "Honey, where did you say you were?"

"Tiantian Seafood Restaurant."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"... When Zeng Meimei appeared before us, swaying slightly, I admit I was momentarily dizzy. You can't deny that she's a woman who can make even a simple walk look incredibly elegant. Almond-shaped eyes, oval face, D-cup... this woman has all the killer features to seduce people. Ning Hui wasn't wrong. "Oh my, this is the talented young man from Nanjing University who has our beautiful Ning so infatuated! Indeed, he is elegant and refined, with an extraordinary demeanor. I've read your articles in the newspapers, and I'm grateful for providing such rich spiritual nourishment for us people. I've heard so much about you."

Before even sitting down, Zeng Meimei's lips were already slurring, and her hand was outstretched enthusiastically, as if I would believe that her reciting lines was real. Ning Hui rolled her eyes at her: "Can you stop pretending? Sit down."

"Hahaha,"

Zeng Meimei plopped down like a gust of wind, looking at the empty table: "Where are the hairy crabs?"

"Coming, coming, we've already told the waiter, we'll serve the dishes as soon as everyone arrives. You're the honored guest, you're the star of the show today," I said very attentively. Pretending, anyone can do that.

Chapter 4 My Wife Has Grown Up

The following National Day, I finally won the heart of my beauty. I dealt with this matter decisively and quickly because I didn't want to give those wolves lurking around Ning Hui any chance. Ning Hui was considered one of the top beauties in the company, and even in the state-owned group with thousands of employees that she was controlling. Every few days, flowers of unknown origin would be delivered to Ning Hui's office, and all sorts of people would come rushing around trying to strike up a conversation and get close to her; even more people would come to watch her because of her reputation. It was said that one of the department managers in Ning Hui's company even openly challenged me to a relationship, claiming that as long as we weren't married, everyone had an equal chance. What the hell was this? How could I, Ning Hui's official boyfriend, bear this? I quickly accelerated the process of proposing to Ning Hui. I was going to show these wolves what marriage was like, and crush all their wolfish ambitions. Thankfully, my foresight in the past few days made the process much smoother. Zeng Meimei not only didn't cause me any trouble, but when Ning Hui called to tell her I had proposed, she even praised me, saying, "You two are quite a perfect match, aren't you? You're the kind of person who likes romantic scenes with talented men and beautiful women. It's up to you. Nanze doesn't seem like the kind of rigid, bookish scholar who only knows how to write. He shouldn't let you suffer. Just relax and be Mrs. Nan. We agreed that whoever gets married first will be her bridesmaid. I still want to enjoy being a girl, so I'll be the bridesmaid. Just one condition: a big meal of hairy crabs!"

This woman, she'd probably sell herself for hairy crabs! My future father-in-law was overjoyed upon hearing the news and immediately began preparing Ning Hui's dowry and wedding. On a day during the National Day holiday, my wedding with Ning Hui took place as scheduled. Leveraging my connections in the tourism industry, I booked a luxurious five-star hotel at an extremely reasonable price. Although Ning Hui repeatedly asked me to keep things simple, I still didn't want her to feel wronged, especially since one of her company colleagues was that guy who wanted to openly challenge me—I couldn't lose face like that. At the head table of the wedding banquet were some of the city's luminaries: Director Zeng of the Municipal Administration for Industry and Commerce, Zeng Meimei's father, who turned out to be my father-in-law's childhood friend—no wonder Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei's relationship was so special; Editor-in-Chief Qiao of our newspaper, who once served as Deputy Director of the Municipal Propaganda Department; and Qin Huaizhe, my close friend despite the age difference, my university professor, now the vice-president and doctoral supervisor of a university named after this city. As the wedding banquet was about to begin, two empty seats at the head table were hastily occupied by their owner: the vice president of the large state-owned group that controlled Ning Hui's company, who had recently become the general manager of Ning Hui's company. It was said that this Mr. Wang was a former soldier who had fought in the Vietnam War in 1979. Although he was in his fifties, his speech and physique still revealed a clear military bearing. He was accompanied by his wife, Sister Tang, a woman with an elegant and dignified air. There were only two unusual aspects to this wedding. First, among my group of older single men, there was one named Pi Shi, who worked at a real estate company. Early that morning, when he and you went to pick up the bride, he saw the bridesmaid, Zeng Meimei, who was walking with a swaying gait. Without a word, he immediately stripped the suit off my originally arranged best man—a rather dashing young man from our newspaper—and put it on himself, appearing before me looking quite presentable. I glared at him and asked what he was up to. He grinned and said, "Being a groomsman, being a groomsman, no charge, huh?"

I sighed, "What kind of groomsman is this old? I know all about your little tricks."

Secondly, about our honeymoon, I had already arranged a discounted trip to the Maldives with a friend at a travel agency. On the day I was handling the paperwork, I had something else to do, so I asked Ning Hui to go instead. When she came back, she said with a grin, "Honey, let's go to Sanya instead! The beaches in Sanya are just as good as the Maldives. I've got all the paperwork done, the flight's the day after tomorrow."

I understood; one trip to the Maldives was equivalent to several trips to Sanya. Hui'er, she's already starting to take on the role of a good wife. These days, the concept of "teasing the newlyweds" doesn't really exist in the city anymore, but after the wedding banquet, my group of friends still insisted on coming to the new house to cause trouble, saying they had to share in the joy. Our new house is my old three-bedroom apartment, which we renovated and furnished. I bought a super-sized bed, the kind that immediately sparks the imagination. Zeng Meimei came along too; she and Pi Shi were the most energetic, giving Ning Hui and me a good beating. I cursed inwardly, "You've finally gotten your comeuppance!"

Just as things were about to quiet down, Pi Shi, that damn drunkard, suggested the bride perform a grand finale act, requiring everyone to say "it's hot" before it would count. Suddenly, all eyes turned to Ning Hui. I was about to rush over and give Pi Shi a good beating when Ning Hui stopped me, calmly surveying the room with a smile. At that moment, Ning Hui finally showed me what her mother meant by "the bones that grow backwards." She paused for a moment, then picked up a banana from the coffee table. She slowly peeled it and placed it in front of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, licking her lips, creating a seductive scene. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she gently licked the banana from top to bottom, then sucked on the stem, taking it in and spitting it out… Then, she performed several movements in one fluid motion: twisting her body, touching her chest, lifting her leg, and thrusting her hips. Finally, she froze in a captivating pose, bit off half the banana, walked towards Pishi, spat it out, and put it in his mouth. She then bit off the remaining half, carried it in her mouth, and walked towards me. She pressed her face against mine, biting the banana into smaller pieces, feeding it to me bite by bite. The air in the room seemed to freeze. Everyone's souls seemed to have been truly captivated by this sudden, sensual scene, until Ning Hui's shout broke the silence: "Where's the applause? Aren't you all excited?"

"Yes!—"

After a long while, everyone was stunned, then suddenly erupted in a cacophony of shouts, screams, whistles, and applause. Zeng Meimei, in her nightingale-like voice, shouted, "Come on, baby, that's awesome!"

Pi Shi's mouth hadn't closed since the performance began; the banana seemed to have mesmerized him, leaving him frozen in place. At that moment, my wife seemed to have descended from heaven. Actually, from the instant Ning Hui's tongue touched the banana, my penis had been hard and hadn't softened. After everyone dispersed, I held Ning Hui and we rolled around on the bed. I couldn't wait to spread Ning Hui's legs, hoist them onto my shoulders, and thrust my rock-hard penis into her flowing vagina, pumping in and out with overwhelming force. I don't know if it's the visual effect of this position that's so stimulating, but I feel a constant flow of energy supplying my lower body to launch a firm and prolonged assault on Ning Hui. Ning Hui could already sense that I was more powerful than usual, and her body trembled from the twisting motion under my vigorous thrusts. With the rhythm of my thrusts, Ning Hui also began to moan softly with pleasure: "Husband...you're so amazing today...like...like a wild beast...ah ah...so comfortable." "That's because your performance today was so alluring, so...so..."

I hesitated before finishing the word. "So what?..."

Ning squeezed my thighs together, teasing me. "So...so sexy." "Ah—"

As soon as I uttered the word "sexy," my penis felt a sudden, violent spasm in Ning Hui's vagina, followed by a long, soul-stirring sigh, her breath trembling and lingering. "Do you like...my sexy wife?" Amidst her whimpers, Ning Hui was determined to continue teasing me to the end. "I like it...I love you to death, wife...how did you feel when you performed, sexy wife?" I responded with a series of vigorous thrusts. "Ah... I really... feel... so excited... so... high..."

"You're such a wonderful wife, my darling, my baby, I love you, I love you..."

"Ahhhhh... I love you too, husband... if you love me, fuck your wife well, enjoy your wife well, I'm yours, enjoy her, enjoy her, fuck her, come on, come on..."

"Aww..."

There's no better aphrodisiac in the world. I finally sounded the rallying cry of the wildness within me, and with the speed of Bolt and the strength of Tyson, I began to sprint powerfully into Ning Hui's body. Heavenly pleasure was right before my eyes. Ning Hui and I climbed towards the peak in a frenzied intertwining and spreading of soul and body. "Ah... husband... husband... I'm coming... coming!!!" Ning Hui's cries of climax could be so wild. I clearly heard a little wild beast howling in that joyful cry. At the moment I felt Ning Hui reach her peak, I erupted surgingly inside Ning Hui's body with a beast-like howl. I pressed my lower body tightly against Ning Hui's pubic bone, prolonging her orgasm as much as possible... At that moment, amidst the pleasurable stimulation of Ning Hui's body, I suddenly realized how deep a woman's vagina was, and at its hidden depths, a woman's desire could be so unfathomable. As the pleasure finally shattered into fragments, slowly falling and dissipating in the air, I held Ning Hui tenderly, gently caressing her luscious nipples, and showering her sleepy eyelids with gentle kisses. "Wife, your performance tonight was so professional! You were irresistibly seductive, weren't you? Weren't you deliberately keeping those guys awake tonight? Where did you learn that?"

Ning Hui playfully flicked my nose and kissed my lips, saying coquettishly, "Hehe, haven't you ever seen a pig run even if you haven't eaten pork?"

Marriage was a passionate affair, but life still involved the mundane realities of pots and pans, firewood and cooking oil. Soon after joining the newspaper, I established a good relationship with the organization. Several large-scale cultural features I planned for the publication received widespread acclaim in the industry and quickly gained popularity in media circles. My column also ranked highly in the newspaper's online reader surveys. General Manager Qiao was always cheerful when he saw me, giving me a formal position and a private office, along with maximum freedom. I rarely spent time in the office; I only needed to submit my articles on time. This gave me plenty of time to do what I wanted—that's what a freelancer is all about, isn't it? I felt a sense of satisfaction with my current situation: a successful career and a happy family. What more could I ask for? Ning Hui remained a beautiful sight in the company even after marriage. Not only did she possess the mature charm and allure of a married woman, but her work ability and excellent foreign language skills also earned her recognition from company leaders and foreign management, making her a key candidate for middle-level management. It's said that in the company's future management blueprint, the public relations manager position is practically guaranteed for Ning Hui. Ning Hui and I share a good habit: besides our open communication about intimate moments in bed, we enjoy exploring each other's bodies and are also willing to understand each other's work situations. When problems arise, we offer each other advice and discuss solutions. I continue to frequently answer marital questions in the newspaper on behalf of our newspaper's "confidante" column. Although I believe I possess rich theoretical knowledge, I feel I must first make my marriage a model in practice. When talking to Ning Hui about her company, the person she mentioned most often was the newly appointed General Manager Wang. I met this General Manager Wang on our wedding day; he was a tall man of 1.8 meters, but without the typical potbelly of a middle-aged man. His every move still carried a clear military bearing, exuding a powerful aura. Soon after joining the company, he quickly established himself and built up his leadership authority through his distinctive military-like demeanor. Ning Hui remarked that the company's leadership team was quite well-matched. General Manager Wang was usually quiet and rarely smiled, and while he was seldom seen losing his temper, he possessed an imposing presence. He was very concerned about employee benefits and welfare, and

enjoyed high prestige among the staff. The other executive vice president, General Manager Zheng, was completely different. "In meetings, he's always nagging and fussing," Ning Hui said. "He likes to point out what's wrong with this and that. He's always all smiles when he sees me, calling me 'Little Ning' this and 'Little Ning' that, but I always feel a chill down my spine when he smiles; it's very uncomfortable, a kind of sinister feeling."

"General Manager Wang and General Manager Zheng, one yang and one yin, what a show!"

I remarked thoughtfully. "Yes, that's right. But I think this new General Manager Wang is quite good, very manly, capable and decisive. General Manager Wang's predecessor was transferred to another company in the group. Everyone thought General Manager Zheng would take over, and he acted like he was in charge for those few days, but unexpectedly, General Manager Wang came and ruined his dream. I always feel that it's dangerous to have General Manager Wang around... Hey, hey, why are you staring at me like that? I widened my eyes and looked at Ning Hui, feigning surprise: "Wife, your sense of political maneuvering is amazing, where did you learn it?"

She rolled her eyes at me: "Hmph, haven't you seen a pig run even if you haven't eaten pork?"

"But my intuition is: this very manly General Manager Wang is mysterious and unpredictable. You should be wary of him."

"Worry about him for what?"

After a while, Ning Hui seemed to suddenly understand, her almond-shaped eyes wide open: "What do you think he is?" "

Before marriage, I admit I was quite nervous. If Ning Hui dressed even slightly sexy for work, I would always show my displeasure. Back then, my mantra in front of Ning Hui was, 'Don't give the wolves a chance.'

After marriage, I don't know if it was because I felt everything was settled or what, but if I didn't see my wife dressed up for a few days, I would inexplicably feel restless: 'You dress like an old lady every day, are you wasting her beauty?'

Once, I asked if those wolves at the company were still hanging around, but for some reason, I actually hoped that there really were wolves drooling over my wife. Ning Hui said, 'Yes, but less than before. I'm Mrs. Nan now.'

One night, as Hui'er and I were about to consummate our marriage, I was probably not getting enough rest from writing these past few days, and I wasn't feeling quite right. Ning Hui noticed my discomfort and, beneath me, said in a sweet, high-pitched voice, 'Honey, what's wrong today? Is it because your wife isn't doing a sexy dance to keep things going?'" "How about you, honey, give me a little something to whet my appetite like that day?"

I immediately jolted awake from beneath me, my sleepy eyes suddenly gleaming with a predatory green light: "Aww, you...slutty wife."

Seeing the predatory glint in my eyes, Ning Hui continued to tease, "I love your fierce side, husband!"

I looked around, then shook my head deflated. Ning Hui's next sentence startled me: "Honey, you think there's no audience, right?"

It turned out that Ning Hui had cleverly guessed my thoughts. "How did you know what I was thinking, baby?"

"Who am I? I'm your wife." "

The scene of Ning Hui performing a lewd dance in front of everyone on the night of the wedding banquet was once again deeply imprinted in my mind. I suddenly felt a strong, uncontrollable desire rising within me. I turned Ning Hui's body around, making her curvaceous, snow-white buttocks face me, wrapped my arms around her waist, and deeply inserted my already rock-hard penis into Ning Hui's vagina from behind. Soon, the room was filled with the wonderful sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Ning Hui's joyful cries.

Chapter 5 Model Competition

Due to the nature of her work, Ning Hui gradually had more and more social engagements outside. I felt obligated to help her." I took over the cooking at home. I know that most men in this city have an innate love for cooking, enjoying the process of transforming various ingredients into delicious meals. This is why the city's culinary culture is so long-standing and renowned. I admit I'm part of that majority. But my willingness to take on this task stems primarily from my love for my wife. I enjoy seeing the pleasure my cooking brings Ning Hui, much like experiencing her multiple orgasms beneath me. Women have two most captivating expressions: orgasm... The timing and the lips that feed. So as a lover, perhaps you only need to conquer a woman's vagina, but as a husband, you need to do more; you must conquer another path a woman has called the esophagus. Most normal women, with seven emotions and six desires, rather than five or four or four or three desires, are basically helpless when it comes to these two paths. For example, I haven't yet conquered Zeng Meimei's vagina, but the hairy crabs I paid for have already subdued this beauty's esophagus. I also enthusiastically published two articles in newspapers under the pen name "Ning the Cook" exploring the relationship between men and local food culture. "Ning the Cook" The word "夫" (fu) has two meanings: first, it refers to the cook at the Ning Mansion (after marriage, I changed my address from the Nan Mansion to the Ning Mansion); second, it refers to the author, a male chef. In my article, I clearly stated the viewpoint that the food here is spicy because most of the recipes were written by men. "Only this piercing spiciness can embody the unique, rugged spirit of this place, and the rugged, sweaty sexiness of the peddlers and laborers running through the countryside. The men are using spiciness to declare their masculine sexiness to women, which coincides with a French proverb: 'The man who can cook is the sexiest man.'"

The article ended with this statement. Around the time the article was published, Editor-in-Chief Qiao was away on a business trip. When he returned and saw the article, he called me in, seemingly about to explode with anger but unable to, and banged on the table: "Hey, hey, got carried away? Is there such a French proverb? Besides, is that the reason for the spiciness?"

He then dragged the editor in for a scolding, causing the editor to mutter, "We can't easily revise Professor Nan's article." I quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "

It's not the editor's fault. My wife said that proverb when she praised my cooking. I guess she just made it up. I'll settle the score with her when I get home. But I still believe there's a connection between spiciness and sexiness. Everyone knows what 'hot girl' means, right?"

That evening, I told Ning Hui about it: "You're really messing with your husband! When did France have that proverb?"

Ning Hui almost burst out laughing, saying, "Zeng Meimei told me that proverb. But honey, you really look handsome in an apron!"

Grandma's Zeng Meimei. It was Monday morning, but the bedroom of the Ning Mansion lacked the usual bustling atmosphere of a mistress before leaving. Ning Hui, with her alluring S-curve, lazily curled up on the bed, her spaghetti-strap nightgown dangling halfway down, revealing most of her full, plump breasts. The nipples, like red beans, contrasted sharply with her serene sleeping face, standing erect and vividly contrasting with her bare, snow-white thighs. A few rays of morning light filtered in, transforming the room into a vivid and sensual sleeping scene. Ning Hui had been sent to Shanghai by her company for a week, attending some kind of management training course. She only returned home at midnight last night and was resting at home today. Last night, my wife was exhausted from her journey, so I lovingly helped her wash up and go to bed without disturbing her. This is the first time Ning Hui and I have been apart for so long since we started dating. This week of separation seems to have turned the originally gentle and respectful love story between the male and female protagonists of Ning Mansion into a heavy-handed legend of hungry wolves—and on such a pleasant morning, the legend is about to unfold. I carried a plate into the bedroom. On it was the breakfast that Ning, the cook, had carefully prepared for his wife: a steaming cup of milk, strawberry jam, ham sausage, a small bowl of egg noodles, and Ning Hui's favorite freshly baked French croissants. I had taken five bus stops early that morning to buy them from the most authentic French bakery in the city. There was a young French baker there who looked like Ribery. Ning Hui had once complimented him on his good looks, which left me bewildered. I asked her, "Is Ribery handsome?"

When Ning Hui was awakened by the aroma of milk and bread, she saw my preparations and asked sleepily, "What's on today, honey?"

"The Legend of the Hungry Wolf."

"Hahaha..."

Ning Hui smiled knowingly, and I immediately received a strong, pouty kiss: "Honey, I love you to death."

Watching Ning Hui take a big bite out of a piece of bread, I teased, "Honey, you probably love this croissant even more."

"Waaaaah, husband first, bread second,"

Ning Hui pouted and gave me another kiss, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked thoughtfully, "Honey, who's Ribery?"

"A movie star, he plays villains,"

I replied seriously. While Ning Hui was enjoying her breakfast, I went over and turned on the computer beside the bed, playing a video in full-screen mode. "Hey, honey, are you going to let me finish my food?"

On the computer screen, a blond, blue-eyed man and woman were already naked and entangled together. The man had his head buried between the woman's legs, licking her, while the woman lay on the bed doing the same thing my wife was doing, enjoying her breakfast! This video was carefully selected from my vast library of adult films. Seeing this, Ning Hui immediately laughed: "Are we...out of sync, honey?" "

Hahaha, then, wife, you continue enjoying your meal, and keep an eye on the computer screen. We're going to catch up."

My hand traced the inside of Ning Hui's thigh, where the most delicate skin a woman possesses. My fingers skillfully caressed it, trying to convey the most subtle and intimate pleasure to Ning Hui. Soon, Ning Hui began to moan softly. Like bees returning home after collecting the first bucket of honey in the morning, singing a cheerful song praising the happy life of labor. I had previewed what the rest of the film would be like. My hand slipped into Ning Hui's panties from the side, finding them already wet, so I pulled them down, brought them to my lips, and took a deep, intoxicating breath. Then, I slightly turned Ning Hui's body to the side, burying my face tightly against her buttocks, and extended my tongue to lick down the alluring crevice of her buttocks. When the tip of my tongue swept across that delicate chrysanthemum, Ning Hui's body trembled slightly. "Ah, honey, where are you kissing...where are you kissing?"

Ning Hui gasped. "Aren't you trying to keep up? Look at the computer. Tell me what you see, baby?"

"Mmm, the guy's doing the same thing as you, licking the girl..."

"Where are you licking?"

"You're so naughty, honey..."

"Where are you licking, tell me, baby!"

"You're forcing me to tell you...I'm getting angry!" My tongue never left Ning Hui's anus. From the beginning, I felt Ning Hui's body writhing, but when I heard those words, I clearly felt the weight of her entire buttocks pressing on my face, my tongue feeling her anus being pleasured and ground against me. Women, oh women. "Tell me, darling, there's more to come!"

"Butt...butthole."

Ning Hui whimpered in a low voice, finally managing to say it. "Ah, does it feel good for honey to lick your butthole, baby?"

"It feels good...mmm..."

Ning Hui's moans continued endlessly. I finally peeked out and let out a long breath, my hands caressing Ning Hui's now soft and boneless buttocks, letting her experience maximum release in the throes of pleasure and tension. But that wasn't all; Ning, the cook, had planned this all along. I reached for the remaining jam in the plate, squeezed some along the crease of Ning Hui's buttocks, spread it evenly with my hand, and then stuck out my tongue to lick her jam-covered anus again. The moment the cool jam touched Ning Hui's anus, she almost screamed, "Husband…!"

Her hands gripped my hair tightly. "Ah…ah…husband, why do you have so many tricks? The ones on the computer…don't do this…you naughty…mmm…"

"Hahaha, this is Ning's trick! Baby, it's so delicious, this is how you really enjoy jam."

I greedily licked back and forth on that alluring anus, savoring the jam with relish. "Mmm... Butt Brand Jam... Wife's... Husband... How could you... be so bad..."

My lovely wife was already incoherent with trembling moans. "I love you, wife, I love your butt."

I love this Butt Brand Chrysanthemum Jam... Just then, my phone suddenly rang. Who the hell is calling?! I picked up the phone to see if it was Boss Qiao. I was prepared to ignore all other calls. But it really was him: "Hey, Nanze, wherever you are, come to my office right now and bring a USB drive."

Ning Hui told me to hurry up. I looked at my wife, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, and her breath coming in gasps, and I really couldn't bear to leave. My wife pushed me: "Go quickly, husband, don't delay important matters."

I buried my head and took a deep lick of the Butt Brand Jam before reluctantly straightening my clothes and leaving. When I arrived at the newspaper office, I went straight to Boss Qiao's office. "Mr. Qiao, what's the rush? You don't usually summon me this urgently."

"A cushy job," Mr.

Qiao said with a smile, glancing at the computer screen. He then turned the screen to the side. "Look, isn't it stunning?" It displayed photos of beautiful women with model-like figures, seemingly taken against the backdrop of a large outdoor landscape with a swimming pool in a real estate development. There were both series and individual photos, including one set of bikinis. "Hahaha, Mr. Qiao, you have this kind of hobby? Are you looking for a mistress, or a fourth one or something? I'm not into that kind of thing."

We were used to joking around with Mr. Qiao, and we didn't hold back when we bantered in private. "So you think all other women are worthless just because you have such a beautiful wife at home?"

Mr. Qiao squinted at the screen, seemingly savoring the moment, then scratched his forehead and clicked his tongue. "Damn... beautiful." "

Haha, you know what, even if all these women formed a harem, my wife wouldn't allow it. I'm a henpecked husband."

Mr. Qiao glanced at me. "Don't be so smug, kid. Use that to show your loyalty to your wife. With such a beautiful wife, what stay-at-home husband wouldn't be happy?"

Finally, he straightened his laptop and glasses, turned to face me, and said, "Let's get down to business. You know about the city's model competition, right? It's in the finals now, and the photos show the thirty finalists. Our newspaper is the official media partner and one of the co-organizers. The organizing committee is setting up a judging panel for the finals, and they've given our newspaper one judge position. I've thought about it..."

He slowed his speech, staring straight at me, and continued, "After much thought, I've decided to entrust this glorious task to you."

I stared back at him, equally blankly. After a long pause, I straightened my back and said seriously, "As long as I don't sell myself, I'll definitely live up to Mr. Qiao's expectations and bring honor to the newspaper."

Then I leaned closer and lowered my voice, "Which one does Mr. Qiao prefer? I'll be able to score them later."

Mr. Qiao waved his hand, "Don't mess around, kid. You must have the right mindset, reject all underhanded tactics, and enforce the law impartially. Give me the USB drive; it contains the competition materials, and I've copied the introductions and photos of the thirty contestants for you. Familiarize yourself with them first. The judges will be coming to our newspaper office for a meeting at 10:30 in the morning, in the conference room. Don't leave then."

I returned to my office, turned on my computer, and familiarized myself with the models' information and photos one by one. This city has always been known for its beautiful women, and these thirty girls are undoubtedly beauties created by this unique landscape; each one is so beautiful that she could move heaven and earth. Upon closer inspection, I always felt something was missing: everything was so exquisitely beautiful, the photos were taken by professional photographers, technically flawless; the models in each photo smiled radiantly, but the smiles and poses seemed so meticulously constructed, overly practiced, like Barbie dolls mass-produced on an assembly line. You couldn't see any inner strength or genuine smile. I kept looking until the 29th, thinking it would be another copy like the previous ones. But I was wrong. This girl seemed to belong outside this world of carefully designed makeup, smiles, and poses. In dozens of photos of her, the closest thing to a genuine smile was merely a slight upturn of the corners of her mouth. Only eyes that are adept at noticing differences and reaching the heart could see the subtle helplessness and sorrow conveyed in those corners of her mouth. I have such eyes. I also discovered many captivating differences in this girl: unlike other models who vie to show off their fair skin, she possessed a rare, subtly glowing, tanned skin, a rarity among East Asians. Her long legs perfectly accentuated her proportions, her features sharp yet soft; her physique was undoubtedly that of a natural model. What made this girl so alluring was that her genuinely melancholic, aloof beauty evoked a deep tenderness, yet always maintained a distance that made her unapproachable. I opened the profile of number 29, and I smiled. She finally had a name like countless girls next door: Luo Xiaoyan. Just then, my phone beeped with my wife's text message alert. I opened it and read: "Honey, what's the rush? You made me get up all of a sudden! It's all your fault for that jam, leaving me all alone."

I was so excited, I quickly replied: "Haha, sorry! I'll make it up to you when we get

home. Where was the computer screen when you were having your climax?" Ning Hui's reply made me hold my breath: "Oh dear, it was all white, I don't even know where I was. Anyway, two more men came into the room from the back, and that woman was being served so well. I couldn't take it anymore, so I did it myself. Hehe."

"What level of typhoon? How strong was it?"

"Level 12, three kisses."

For some reason, the image of Ning Hui dancing that night flashed uncontrollably through my mind again. My body felt like a rocket set ablaze, the valve of excitement suddenly opened, and the wild horse of my imagination wanted to break free. I desperately pulled on the reins... but my struggles were futile. The wild horse finally galloped away, and my imagination entered a scene that made my blood boil: the Western woman on the screen had been replaced by Ning Hui, my wife, my Hui'er, passionately entwined with three strong, handsome men in the room. I felt a drug-like euphoria rush to my head, and a surge of molten lava, like a bursting volcano, washed over my lower body. My hand slipped into my pants, meeting the volcano's fury, kneading... I imagined Ning Hui beneath them, moaning softly, her voice a seductive whisper, as magma erupted uncontrollably... I closed my eyes, calling out amidst the intense energy of the volcano, "Wife, my wife... my Hui'er..." Suddenly, the office phone rang, pulling me back from my reverie. I steadied myself, calmed my breathing, and picked up the receiver. It was President Qiao's voice: "Meeting starting soon." ( Chapter 6,

December 4th) I went to the restroom for a quick wash, checked myself in the mirror to make sure there were no traces of the eruption, and then rushed to the newspaper office. It was already full. President Qiao was already seated at the head table in the conference room. He gestured to me as I entered. It seemed I was the last to arrive. As soon as I sat down, Mr. Qiao cleared his throat and began, “Hello everyone, I am Qiao Shan, a professional journalist. I am honored to be invited to serve as the vice-chairman of the organizing committee for this model competition. Today, our newspaper, entrusted by the organizing committee, is holding its first plenary meeting of judges here, mainly to explain the rules of this competition and the work of the judging committee… This is the highest-level and largest-scale model competition held in our city, and it is of great significance to promoting the development of our city's beauty economy… The first-place winner of this competition will also represent our city in the national model competition…” Mr. Qiao then began to read the competition rules to the judges. I looked around the room; there were nine judges in total, including myself. The other eight were figures whose names I had never met, but were certainly well-known in the city's arts and fashion circles. The only person I didn't recognize was the one sitting next to President Qiao. He was in his forties, and his demeanor was completely out of place—a kind of awkwardness I couldn't quite articulate: bald head, blue robe, cloth shoes… Putting aside the fact that combining these three elements is a serious technical feat, just putting them together requires immense inner strength. He was either a quack doctor or a top-notch江湖 (jianghu, the underworld) boss. Forgive my poetic way of putting it, but at the time, I didn't know if he was a quack doctor or a江湖 boss, but he certainly acted like a江湖 (jianghu) boss. While President Qiao was speaking, he remained completely still in his chair, exuding an air of profound mystery. "Alright, the competition introduction is finished. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. We've placed a folder on each judge's seat containing the written introduction and rules of the competition, etc., so you can familiarize yourselves with them. Now, if there are no more questions, let's welcome Chairman Qiu Dabao of Jiang Sheng Group, the exclusive sponsor of this competition, to speak. Please give him a shout!" As soon as he finished speaking, President Qiao led the applause. I gasped! Today's encounter wasn't with some quack doctor who could easily smash a bunch of people with a single brick. This was a genuine, top-tier江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) boss! Jiang Sheng Group is one of the most prominent players emerging from the city's tumultuous real estate boom of recent years. However, their ubiquitous real estate advertisements present a pitiful, artsy, and sentimental image: "Scenic beauty, so enchanting!" But then, President Qiu slowly rose, his gaze fixed straight ahead, unwavering, remaining silent for a long time… After ten seconds so quiet you could hear a pin drop, this bald-headed, blue-robed swordsman finally spoke. He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and nodded slightly: "I, Qiu, have nothing to say. I'd like to ask everyone for help." He was treating this like a江湖 (jianghu, a martial arts world) gathering. The question was, what did he want to ask everyone for help with? After the meeting, I checked my phone and saw a text from my wife: "I've made plans to have dinner with Zeng Meimei at Tiantian Seafood City tonight. I've booked a table. She's insisting we owe her a meal since she's a bridesmaid, and it's been a while since we got together. I feel so weak right now: I'll take a nap first, kiss you." Seeing "feeling so weak," I smiled to myself, thinking I wouldn't go home yet so as not to disturb my wife's rest. I quickly arranged to have lunch with Mr. Qiao. Then Pi Shi called, his urgent voice barely containing his excitement: "Boss, help...help me out! I heard you have a buddy at the Xidi Hotel, can you get a cheaper room rate? Ask him quickly. I need it right away."

The Xidi Hotel is the most luxurious hotel in the city, newly built this year, and touted as a six-star hotel. "What are you so excited about? Won the lottery? What do you need a room there for? Is it even suitable for you?"

I actually have a friend who used to work in the tourism industry and became the sales manager at this hotel. "How can I not be excited? Zeng... Zeng Meimei agreed to book a room with me, on the condition that it has to be at the Xidi Hotel."

That shrewish guy, he really knows how to get all sorts of women into bed. Zeng Meimei... just thinking about her swaying gait, her nightingale-like voice, her D-cup breasts that always seem to sway in front of you... I don't dare think about it anymore. I'm a married man! Forgive me. I love you, my wife. Amen. "I'll help you out, just owe me a meal!"

I'm usually very loyal to my brothers, and I really admire that shrewish guy's talent in this area; I've practically never heard of him failing at seducing women. It was almost lunchtime, and I was just about to go home from the newspaper office to pick up Ning Hui so we could go to Tian Tian Seafood City together, when she called first: "Honey, I have a company engagement, so I can't have dinner with you guys tonight.

Why don't you have dinner with Zeng Meimei? I've already made a reservation." "What's the rush? Aren't you off today?"

"General Manager Zheng just called. General Manager Wang is having dinner with the president of a commercial bank tonight, and he wants me to go too."

Honey, no wonder I'm in this situation. I have so many questions for Zeng Meimei. Ning Hui's sudden, ethereal dance at the wedding banquet has been haunting me, fueling my strong desire to learn more about her past. What better way to find out than through my best friend? "Hero, where are you right now? Ning Hui can't come today; the company suddenly has an engagement. I'll have to keep you company tonight. Hope that's alright?"

I called Zeng Meimei to confirm the dinner arrangements. "Ah, I just finished tea with friends at the Xidi Hotel, and I'm on my way to Tiantian Seafood City now."

Zeng Meimei's voice was languid and overly sweet. Ha, Xidi Hotel! Tea? Can you make that sound while drinking tea? I know you're teasing your brother. You shameless bastard. I arrived first by taxi, and Zeng Meimei drove over shortly after. As soon as she sat down, her face still flushed, I asked, "Want something to drink?"

"Sure, it's nice to be able to enjoy fine wine with such a talented man, a talented man and a beautiful woman, haha, I misspoke, a talented man and a beautiful woman... you and your husband are the real talented man and beautiful woman, what more could I ask for?"

Zeng Meimei's eyes still seemed languid and dreamy. I ordered a bottle of French Loire Valley Champs-élysées dry white wine. Who's with you, talented man and beautiful woman... I'm going to get you drunk today so I can ask you questions. "It seems Ning Hui's been going out a lot lately. Such a beauty, aren't you keeping a close eye on her?"

"Haha, no worries. Our unbreakable love can't be blown apart."

I poured Zeng Meimei a drink. "I'm officially starting work in a few days. I've been having a blast since graduation. I originally came out today to have a good get-together with you two before starting work."

It turns out Zeng Meimei's father got her an easy job at the city's power company. You know what kind of person you need to be to get into such a powerful state-owned monopoly that controls key aspects of people's lives. "It's time to celebrate, it's time to celebrate."

I was just thinking of speeding up the drinking, and this was a perfect excuse. After a few rounds of drinks, Zeng Meimei, being so talkative, became even more unstoppable. Seeing that the time was right, I cut to the chase: "Was my wife always the arts and culture representative in school? Her dancing was amazing!"

I tried to steer the conversation towards the sexy dance from that day. Zeng Meimei, engrossed in gnawing on crab, ignored me for a while. When she finished, she calmly took a sip of wine, then wiped her mouth with the tissue I offered her—a gesture that was both alluring and seductive. She gazed at me for a long time before finally saying, "I noticed you were hesitant from the beginning. So you were holding back about the dance at the wedding banquet, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha, it's so sudden, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes."

"Sigh, you have no idea what kind of wild girl you married."

These words made my heart skip a beat. "But first of all, let me clarify, Ning Hui is a good girl. She's as good as I am. Haha, but she's much wilder than me."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Good? Bad? Wild? My mind raced between these three thoughts. "I know what you're thinking, what you want to know. Ning Hui really likes you, loves you, I can feel it, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten married so early. As for the dancing... everyone in our dorm knows that dance. We roommates were crazy about it. Once, one of our roommates copied an adult film from her boyfriend and played it for us all to watch. There was a scene in it where Ning Hui did that erotic dance the other day, and we all got really into it. Someone suggested that everyone had to learn the dance. Hahaha, so we took turns dancing, and everyone had to pass the test to count. I even went to buy the banana prop right away. But personally, I think Ning Hui is definitely the best dancer among us! She has the best figure, she's the prettiest, and she dances so well, even I, a girl, can't help but drool. But when Ning Hui danced in front of so many people at the wedding banquet, it really startled me. I told you, she's wild."

So there are so many juicy secrets in girls' dorms! When I was in college, all I ever heard were stories about how hard girls studied. "So you danced too?"

I couldn't help but glance at Zeng Meimei's chest, which always seemed ready to burst from her clothes, imagining how those adorable things would sway as she danced. "Of course."

"Then when will you show off to us, hero?"

Zeng Meimei swayed her proud D-cup breasts: "I dare to dance, but do you dare to watch? Aren't you afraid Ning Hui will skin you alive?"

"Afraid, afraid, afraid!" I nodded vigorously. "Come on, let's drink, you're all heroes!" "Ning Hui, she looks so gentle and weak, so hesitant,"

Zeng Meimei downed the rest of her drink and continued, "but she's actually quite rebellious at heart."

"My mother-in-law says she has a rebellious streak."

"Yes, yes, she often does things that will shock you."

"Like...?"

"I remember during our junior year, Ning Hui suddenly missed several days of class, and she didn't come back to her dorm to sleep either. Then one day, I got a call from her, yelling that she was in Lijiang. I asked her what she was doing there all alone, skipping class, and she said she was having fun. Later, she told me that she wasn't alone; she was going with an international student from our school named Gary. They met at the school's English corner, and she said Gary had warmly invited her to travel to Lijiang with him, so she went along. She said it would be a good opportunity to practice her spoken English, and Gary was also looking for someone to practice his Chinese with."

"Gary? That's a man's name!"

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. "Yeah, an American, quite handsome. Tall and thin, studying Chinese at our school."

"Master Zeng, you really have to tell the truth!"

I pleaded, almost crying, afraid that Zeng would stop there. "Ning Hui told me that back then, everyone was a poor student, so when they went out to stay in hotels, they would share a room..."

Then Zeng Meimei really, damn it, stopped! A pair of bright, almond-shaped eyes blinked at me, then at the empty glass in my hand. "Hmm, looks like we're out of wine. I'm going to the restroom first."

With that, she swaggered away, leaving a smug grin on her face. This was just deliberately tormenting me! My heart pounded like a raging river. I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Waiter, wine! Wine—"

When Zeng Meimei returned, I eagerly poured her a drink. "This girl, she's so wild, so wild! But just how wild is she?"

Zeng Meimei held the wine glass in both hands, her fingers deftly toying with the stem, her face grave. The air seemed to freeze. Just as tears were about to fall, this "heroine" Zeng suddenly slumped onto the table, bursting into a loud chuckle… Then she looked up, straightened her posture with a serious expression, and said with a lingering smile, "So that American guy was gay! They've been gone for days, and nothing's happened to them."

This is too much, Zeng Meimei! My heart couldn't take the shock, it felt like my throat was directly connected to my heart! In the end, I risked my life to finish those two bottles of wine with Zeng Meimei, and we couldn't drive back. Zeng took out her phone and made a call: "I drank at Tiantian Seafood City, come over and drive me home."

My heart skipped a beat. Resilient? A moment later, a man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, tall and round-shouldered, with a dignified and respectable appearance, though not exactly handsome, hurried over. Zeng Meimei introduced him, "This is my fiancé, Xiong Xiong."

Looking at the man standing next to Zeng Meimei, he really made the 1.65-meter-tall Zeng Meimei appear petite and delicate. My jaw almost dropped. Was Zeng Meimei also getting married and settling down? It was this man, whom Zeng Meimei claimed to be her fiancé, who had driven me home first. Mr. Xiong stopped the car near the entrance of the residential area. I, dizzy and unsteady, struggled to get out of the car. Just then, a lithe man sprang out of the driver's seat of the black Mercedes next to us, opened the back door, and, staggering, Ning Hui emerged. A man then stepped out, supporting her arm. Ning Hui leaned against his shoulder, seemingly unconscious. I instantly sobered up halfway and immediately recognized the man supporting her—President Wang. Before I could react, President Wang's booming voice reached my ears: "What a coincidence! You just got home too. I didn't take good care of Ning today; she might have had a bit too much to drink."

"It's...nothing, President Wang...it's...nice to meet you."

I stumbled forward, extending my hand. My mind was on shaking President Wang's hand; I was supposed to pull Ning Hui, who was leaning on his shoulder, closer! What did I do? I stood there, frozen. At that moment, seeing Ning Hui almost entirely leaning against President Wang gave me a strange feeling, a burning desire within me. Mr. Wang didn't shake my hand, but carefully helped Ning Hui's limp body into my arms, smiling slightly: "Are you sure you can get your wife home?"

"Yes."

I struggled to stand, using every ounce of strength to keep my tongue from getting tied. After pushing my body and will to the limit to get Ning Hui and myself back to our eleventh-floor apartment, and settling Ning Hui in bed, I struggled to get a hot towel and gently wiped her face. This wipe woke Ning Hui up. "Hold me...husband."

Ning Hui snuggled into my arms, "Husband's arms are so comfortable."

"Sober? Baby."

I hugged Ning Hui and kissed her forehead. "I'm just a little dizzy, but thankfully Mr. Wang helped me avoid a lot of drinking today, otherwise I would have been in big trouble."

"Mr. Wang personally brought you back."

I said casually. "Yeah, I know. He's so amazing, he seems fine after drinking so much."

I felt Ning Hui's body shift slightly. "Honey, how was dinner with Zeng Meimei today?"

"Haha, I got Zeng the hero drunk. Then her fiancé came."

"Yeah, she mentioned him to me. She said he's a returnee from overseas."

Ning Hui lay softly on my equally soft body. Being so close to my beloved woman, this love was so tender. At this moment, even if the whole world stopped, I would be completely satisfied. "What did you talk about with Zeng the hero?"

Ning Hui's voice was languid and alluring. Her hand slowly unzipped my pants, slipped inside, and gently caressed my underwear. "Ah, since you're not sleeping, your husband is going to give you a good interrogation!"

"What is it, honey?"

Ning Hui looked at me with a seductive smile. "Um, that Gai... what's with Gai Rui? What's going on?"

"Gai..."

Ning Hui tried hard to think of something, then suddenly laughed, "This... that damn Zeng Meimei, she betrayed her sister so easily. Did she tell you everything?"

"Yeah, tell me honestly, when did you find out he was gay?"

"Before we left, he told me himself, telling me not to worry, saying we could stay together to save money."

"What if he had taken advantage of you?"

"I was already a lamb to the slaughter, what else could I do? I just gave in to him, hehe."

At this moment, Ning Hui's hand had already reached into my underwear and started catching mudfish. Hearing this, my penis instantly began to swell in her slender hand. "Is there anything else you haven't told me? Tell me everything today."

"Hehe, you're hard, honey."

Ning Hui teased me playfully, "Do you want to hear something exciting, or..."

"Something exciting that could kill you."

My breathing became rapid. My god, Ning Hui, you little rascal, there might actually be something even wilder? "Silly boy, I wouldn't want you to die,"

Ning Hui scolded playfully. "Well, let me tell you, once, Zeng Meimei and I went to see a late-night movie, and afterwards the dormitory gate was locked so we couldn't get in. Zeng Meimei asked me to go with her to sleep in the apartment she and her boyfriend rented. It was a one-bedroom suite. At first, Zeng Meimei and I slept in the bedroom, and her boyfriend slept on the sofa in the living room."

"Hmm..."

I felt my penis suddenly twitch violently, as if it was about to break through Ning Hui's full grasp. "In the middle of the night, I was suddenly woken up by a series of moaning sounds. The sounds were so sweet, I knew it was Zeng Meimei's as soon as I heard them. There were also sounds like spanking, slap slap slap, coming from the living room. Hmm, I went to the door, the door was ajar, and they, they were having sex in the living room. As I watched, I suddenly felt so itchy down there, and your wife couldn't help it. So fast, honey, I, I orgasmed."

"Wow, wife, you're such a wild girl!"

"I, I also saw her boyfriend's..."

"You saw her boyfriend's penis? How could you see it clearly in the dark?"

"Yes, the moonlight was so bright that night, streaming in from the balcony, it was like the living room was lit up. He was standing there while Zeng Meimei was giving him... giving him oral sex, I saw it very clearly, it was so big."

I let out a long "ah," and pressed Ning Hui's hand tightly against my penis. "Honey, that was the first time I ever saw a man's...penis."

Ning Hui looked at me with sleepy eyes, the crescent moon almost a slit. "Wife, have you finished explaining? Now it's my turn... my turn to interrogate you."

Just as I was pondering how to explain, Ning Hui's soft snoring began... I carefully laid Ning Hui on the bed and covered her with the blanket. Suddenly, I noticed the folder of documents I'd brought home today was still on the bedside table. I instinctively opened it, and inside was a bulging brown envelope. I tore open the envelope, and a stack of RMB banknotes, still sealed with the bank's seal, came into view—by sight, it should be ten thousand yuan! My drunkenness vanished instantly.

Chapter 7 Four Weddings and a Funeral

I checked the time; it was almost eleven. Boss Qiao probably hadn't rested yet. I quickly called his cell phone: "Thank you so much, Boss Qiao, for being so thoughtful. I've had countless meetings with you, but I've never seen you so generous, boss. Meeting allowances are often paid like this." "

Are you being sarcastic or what? Explain yourself clearly: what happened?"

I quickly explained about the ten thousand yuan in the envelope: "I'll be waiting for you at our usual spot, the Bamboo

Grove Teahouse. I want to turn myself in. You absolutely have to come, I'm a coward." Mr. Qiao and I arrived at the Bamboo Grove Teahouse almost immediately and sat down at a window seat in the lobby. A few groups of people were still playing cards or mahjong in the lobby. The waitresses here were regulars; they immediately brought over a pot of Longjing tea. "It seems this Boss Qiu has come with ill intentions,"

Mr. Qiao said, looking at me with a serious expression. I'd only ever seen him like that at the newspaper when they paid salaries each month. I knew Mr. Qiao was genuinely serious this time. "After you hang up, I called Xiao Wu in the office. She said that while she was packing the documents, a Mr. Dao from Jiang Sheng Group came over and packed some of their company's documents in as well."

"So all the judges were bribed?"

I wondered. "In that case, he wants the competition results to go his way?" "

Logically, that's the only way to analyze it. Sigh, among those models, I really can't guess who they are; they're all so beautiful."

Over his Longjing tea, Mr. Qiao spoke of the phrase "beautiful as flowers" with lingering interest. "I won't get involved in this. I brought the money; I'm handing it over to you, which is like handing it over to the organization."

I put the envelope on the table. "You're trying to harm me by leaving money here? I'm a government official, you know. Do you want the disciplinary committee to come and have tea with me or what?"

Mr. Qiao gestured for me to put the envelope away. "Let's see how things go first. What if Boss Qiu is just having fun and doesn't really want anything else?"

Doesn't really want anything else? Is he just throwing money around for fun? The next evening, Ning Hui still couldn't go home on time after work. She called to say she had to go to the airport with President Wang to pick up the head of the foreign joint venture partner, who was coming from England to inspect the project's progress. "President Wang again!" I joked on the phone, "Looks like your President Wang is going to make my wife his personal secretary, huh?"

"Not really," she replied. "Actually, last night President Wang didn't intend for me to go with the bank manager; it was President Zheng who made the idea. I heard he got a scolding from President Wang for it today. Today, I'm just going to act as a translator. It won't be too late; the plane arrives at eight."

Suddenly, I realized that my joking remark had eerily contained the following words: President Wang, my wife, make… I immediately broke out in a cold sweat. What the hell is wrong with me? I couldn't tell if their appearance was subconscious or superconscious; I just felt a simmering fire burning inside me again. Mr. Wang's black Mercedes parked elegantly beside the newly built international terminal. Ning Hui, who was sitting in the back seat, and Mr. Wang got out. The driver, the same agile man who had opened the car door for Ning Hui the night before, drove to the parking lot. Ning Hui quickly saw from the flight information display in the arrival hall that their flight was delayed, more than an hour late. No one would be happy about any kind of flight delay, except perhaps Mr. Wang that night. "Shall we go get some coffee?"

Mr. Wang's suggestion was so perfectly natural. At the airport coffee shop, Ning Hui ordered a cappuccino, while Mr. Wang only ordered a cup of tea. "Where's your hometown, Ning Hui?"

Mr. Wang asked Ning Hui in a friendly manner, seemingly trying to strike up a conversation. When a leader tries to chat with his subordinate about family matters, it's either out of concern or ulterior motives. “My hometown is in Hunan. But my father said our ancestors came here several generations ago,”

Ning Hui said with a smile, taking a sip of her cappuccino. Her smile was more natural and lively than her usual professional one. “Xiao Ning, your English is very good. I often see many original English books on your desk. I like young people who are ambitious and eager to learn. It’s a good habit.”

Complimenting a woman is never wrong, so Mr. Wang continued, “I heard Xiao Ning is a great dancer. At the company’s Spring Festival gala this year, your self-choreographed solo dance stunned the entire audience, right? It’s a pity I wasn’t working at the company then.”

That’s because my wife hadn’t revealed her secret weapon yet, otherwise she could have held the world in her hands! “No, I just liked to dance since I was little. My mom said I was very active when I was a child.”

Ning Hui was still relatively quiet, basically answering whatever was asked. “Well, dance is about expressing thoughts and emotions through the body,”

oh, so she’s going for an artsy vibe too. Mr. Wang didn’t know that Ning Hui’s husband was already an artsy old man. He’s already used that tactic before. What are you trying to do now? By seniority, Mr. Wang should be considered a very old-timer in the arts… “Dance probably originated from ancestral sacrifices, used to summon wind and rain, and exorcise spirits, commonly known as shamanistic rituals.”

“Hahaha, Mr. Wang is usually quite serious, almost a little intimidating, but I didn’t expect him to be so funny.”

Ning Hui’s smile also intensified, a silvery giggle. Oh no, this is really a hit. My wife, how can you outwit such a seasoned veteran? “I heard Mr. Wang participated in a battle, right?”

Ning Hui told me that when she asks questions, she always stares at the person’s face. I don’t know how Mr. Wang will resist Ning Hui’s captivating crescent-shaped eyes. Mr. Wang’s gaze passed over Ning Hui’s shoulder, landing far, far away… Ning Hui told me that when she heard her ask that question, Mr. Wang stood there like a statue for a full two minutes, completely motionless. “Yes, I participated. That was in 1979, before you were even born.”

Mr. Wang said slowly after a long while. “War is cruel,”

Ning Hui said, seeing how distressed Mr. Wang looked, and didn’t dare ask any more questions. However, Mr. Wang seemed to realize he had overreacted, and to ease the tension, he selectively told Ning Hui stories from his time in the army, intentionally omitting the bloody details of the war. As a reconnaissance soldier who had participated in that bloody and brutal border war—what would you call a special forces soldier now? Mr. Wang’s stories were incredibly appealing to a girl like Ning Hui, whose personality was unconventional. Every girl has a tendency to admire heroes. Ning Hui listened intently. When Mr. Wang told her that he and his reconnaissance platoon had ambushed the enemy positions for a full 24 hours before the battle began, Ning Hui exclaimed, “Wow, that’s real infiltration! Much cooler than Yu Zecheng’s!”

Ning Hui didn’t get home until almost eleven o’clock. When she finished showering and came into the bedroom in her pajamas, she saw me sitting at the computer and came over to hug me gently from behind, her soft breasts pressed against my back. "What are you watching, honey?"

"Well, I want to especially recommend a scene from a movie to you."

I pointed to the video playing on the computer. "Have you heard of this movie? 'Four Weddings and a Funeral'?"

"Yes, I know. Hugh Grant and McDowell star in it. You told me you really like McDowell, saying my eyes are like hers, crescent moons. But I like Hugh too."

Ning Hui pressed her face against mine; I love her clinginess. "There's a scene in it that's so classic."

I then told Ning Hui the gist of the movie. "When the male and female protagonists realized they were in love with each other, McDowell told Hugh about her past relationships, counting them one by one, her first love, the second one, the third one, the fourth one, and so on, until she counted over thirty! Hugh was completely stunned, it was hilarious."

"Thirty...over thirty?"

Ning Hui's mouth dropped open. “Yes, more than thirty. I’ll show you this part.”

I quickly adjusted the video time to that scene in the movie. Then I turned around and pulled Ning Hui into my arms. In the movie, McDowell started teasing Hugh Grant like this: “the one… …of not forgotten of (the first one, not so easy to forget, very beautiful)”

“two back (the second one, with hair on its back)”

“six on birthday, in parents’ room (the sixth one was on my birthday)”

“which (that year’s birthday)”

“- 17th,” Hugh muttered, only counting to seventeen. Ning Hui laughed, “Oh no, oh no, only seventeen and you can’t even count on five fingers anymore, Hugh must be banging his head against the wall by now.”

“nineauncomfortabletit. (The ninth one was done on a fence. Very uncomfortable, don’t even think about trying it.)”

“tengorgeousheaven, just… (The tenth one was very charming, just like heaven.)”

“ihim. (I hate him.)”

This was what Hugh Grant said. Ning Hui laughed out loud when she heard this, saying, “You’re so pitiful, Hugh.” I hugged Ning Hui tightly, my hands beginning to caress her smooth, supple body after her bath. Ning Hui naturally placed my hand on her bare breasts, her nipples hardening slightly. "Twenty-seventeen university (the twelfth to seventeenth, during my university years)" "Eighteen my years yearning. (The eighteenth broke my heart, and I was sad for many years)"

"Twenty...myit reached 20. (The twentieth, I can't believe I'm only twenty)" "Twenty elephant (the twenty-first, with a lisp)"

"Twenty kept as sleep was first in England. (The twenty-second, I fell asleep while doing it, that was my first year in England.)"

"Hahaha, that's so unlucky, such a beautiful woman, and a man at that, you can even

fall asleep while doing it?" Ning Hui's hand started looking for my treasure, "Honey, will you fall asleep while doing it with me?"

"It's quite comfortable for your penis to sleep in your vagina."

My words matched my hand's actions, my hand went into Ning Hui's panties, stroking her pubic hair. "Hmph, try it, I don't believe I can still fall asleep once it's inside my vagina?"

Ning Hui teased me without hesitation. "Twenty and..." 24 (The twenty-third and twenty-fourth, done together) "

Wow, honey,"

Ning Hui's legs suddenly clamped tightly around my hand, "She was with two people at the same time, what's that called... what was it again?" "That's called a threesome, foreigners are so open."

My hand moved down from her thick pubic hair, where a small stream was already flowing. My hand thirstily bathed in that warm wetness. "twenty that a (the twenty-seventh, now it seems like a mistake)"

"but changed minds 28. (But Spencer changed my mind, he was the twenty-eighth)"

"his 29. (his father, the twenty-ninth)"

"Wow, honey,"

Ning Hui's body was completely limp after McDowell's recounting of his passionate love affairs and my teasing, her lower body already overflowing with desire. "She...she's into everyone, young and old."

Ning Hui sat on me, my penis hardening as it rubbed against her buttocks. When this softness and hardness met, even a god couldn't stop it from happening. I roughly pulled off Ning Hui's panties, my penis thrusting straight into her already slick vagina. Ning Hui, sitting on my penis, also began to writhe in response. "Mmm...ah...ah," Ning Hui began to moan softly. McDowell hadn't finished recounting his love affairs yet. "Thirty-second one was cute."

“And my that 33.”

Then Hugh asked her, “What number is he?” McDowell said he was the thirty-second! “Ah…ah…honey…she tells her love story so beautifully…women can tell their lovers their love stories like that…I saw McDowell’s expression was so charming when he was counting…”

"Yeah, with so many men pleasing her, how could she not be alluring?"

I thrust my cock in a few more times with more force. "Ah...ah...husband...it feels so good."

Ning Hui moved her buttocks proactively, each movement reaching the base of my cock. My serpentine flame was no longer just scorching, but burning fiercely: "Wife, I'm sorry, she has over thirty men, and you didn't have any before we got married. Husband wants to...to make it up to you, wife, I want you to enjoy so many men too, okay? I want to make my wife the happiest and most blissful woman in the world. I love you, wife." "Mmm...ahhh..."

Ning Hui's cries became wild, unsure whether she meant yes or no. "I want to make it up to you, to let you be with other men, I want to make you happy, to make you the happiest woman in the world, and I want you to one day count like them, okay, wife, okay, wife!"

I suddenly lost all sense of direction; the serpentine flame had completely engulfed my entire body. "Okay, wife, answer me, wife, okay?"

"Ah...ahhh...okay, husband...okay, I'll count for you...I'm getting up...I'll listen to you, I'll be with other men...I'm getting up...ahhh...I'm..." Ning Hui's entire weight pressed tightly against my simultaneously erupting penis, and she climaxed. At that moment, we became the wildest male and female beasts in the world! When we transformed from wild male and female beasts back to human form, I held Ning Hui as we lay on the bed, gently soothing her to sleep. I kissed her arm and, as if remembering something, said, "Wife, you were so crazy just now, you almost twisted my penis off."

"Hehe, was I that crazy?"

Ning Hui looked at me coquettishly, "That McDowell is quite the hero, foreigners really live such carefree lives."

"You can do it too, honey. I want to make it up to you. You promised me you'd be with other men, okay? You'll have to count them with me someday. I hope we can count them until the sky darkens, like an endless sea of stars."

Just as I was expecting some exciting answer, Ning Hui kicked me from under the covers. "Get lost! What did I promise? Are you out of your mind? Letting your wife be with other men! Ning, listen carefully, I didn't say or promise anything, don't get any weird ideas!" She pulled the covers over her head, turned, and went to sleep, leaving me standing there dumbfounded for a long time. I felt incredibly wronged. Honey, do you think just anyone could come up with this whole scenario? And then you kicked me at the end. Women are so two-faced; I don't know which words are true and which are false.

Chapter 8 First Encounter with Luo Xiaoyan

It seems my wife has been really tired lately. Her climax just now was so intense; she fell into a deep sleep soon after, covered by the covers. But before and after her climax, the world... Two statements left me disheartened and unable to sleep. I got up and turned on my computer, intending to organize the first draft of a long novel I had just finished. From conception and writing to the completion of the first draft, a full two years had passed. The book is about the history of this city, a city with a three-thousand-year history. It cannot be without its own grand narrative. Strangely, I found that the vernacular stories about such cities were really just anecdotes and fragments of everyday life. A surge of heroic ambition rose from my heart, and I decided to be the pioneer. Although there were countless hardships along the way, writing was sometimes like an addiction, impossible to stop. A million-word tome was suddenly completed at my fingertips. But tonight, my thoughts couldn't enter the magnificent world I had constructed, spanning three thousand years of history and eight thousand miles of rivers and mountains. My mind was filled with Ning Hui, like an octopus, writhing around me, crying out during her climax: "Husband, I promise you I'll be with other men..."

I admit this is exactly the answer I've been waiting for! But when Ning Hui, my wife, the woman I love most in this world, twisted her alluring body, in the collision of naked flesh against flesh, her burning vagina almost frantically gripping her own iron-like penis, and wildly cried out those words, I felt an unprecedented, shocking power erupt from every cell in my body. Poppy-like, vibrant flowers bloomed within me, accompanied by a poisonous pleasure, allowing my soul, at that moment, to entrust itself to every touchable skin, every organ capable of producing pleasure, in my deep-seated infatuation and love for this woman, rising into the air, fading away. Why? Why such poisonous pleasure? Why did my soul see a kaleidoscope of beauty and illusion in this illusory world? While love in this world can be devoted and eternal, why did God create so many different mortal bodies, and the subtle, captivating differences in human personality? When sex connects these vast differences, why are there so many different kinds of pleasure? I'm a man, a real man, and I can't answer this question for women, but in my opinion, for men, the idea that all women are the same when the lights are off and they're naked is fucking rubbish! You can't turn off the lights, you can't turn off the feeling of my penis being inserted into different vaginas, the varying degrees of wetness, tightness, or looseness, you can't turn off my ears to hear different women's high-pitched or low-pitched moans as they approach orgasm. You can't make me believe that all women's orgasms are the same just because you find two identical leaves in the world, or believe that the feeling and pleasure she gives you when she orgasms under you are the same! For men, the greatest pleasure in sex isn't ejaculation, but how to ejaculate. Otherwise, you might as well just masturbate with your own hand; what's the point of having a woman's body? I have absolutely no respect for men who have affairs outside the marriage while keeping their wives faithful at home. They're so fucking despicable! Who do you think you are? Do you think you're a man? You're just a scumbag! Why should men be allowed to do that?! "Can't women have it too?" Ning Hui's cry made me believe that the human nature of men and women in this world is interconnected. Didn't Zeng Meimei also have "tea" with Pi Shi at the hotel that day, and then still happily went home with her fiancé that same evening? If you really get worked up about this, maybe that fiancé will never be married. Ning Hui's heart is mine, but her body is her own. She's only twenty-two and has been with me. Such a beautiful and exquisite woman—why should you, by calling yourself Ning Hui's "stay-at-home husband," stifle the infinite possibilities of pleasure that her wonderful body can hold and create? Haha. This whirlwind of thoughts immediately brought me peace. I finally understood the source of the venomous flame that had been surging within me all this time—a source that, to me, felt incredibly warm and radiated the light of humanity. I've decided: I will make my wife, my most beloved woman, my Hui'er, the happiest woman in the world—oh, perhaps the most sexually fulfilled woman. Because I love her, I want to make her happy. Then, I happily shut down my computer, climbed to the sleeping Ning Hui's side, and gently kissed her smooth cheek, murmuring tenderly in my heart, "I really love you, my dear wife."

At that moment, I felt incredibly relieved. The next morning, I got up early as usual, prepared breakfast, and placed it by Ning Hui's bedside, watching her enjoy it with longing. As I finished getting ready to leave, Ning Hui playfully clung to me, wanting to give me her usual deep kiss, but I deliberately brushed it off. Ning Hui gave me a slightly surprised glare, but since she had to rush to work, she didn't ask anything and hurriedly left. I did it on purpose. Then I took my usual nap until my phone rang, waking me up. "I'm asking you for a meal, aren't I? Are you coming out tonight? Should I ask your wife for leave?"

"Ha, when have I ever asked for leave?"

In front of my buddies, I had to maintain my dignity. I've been drinking with Pi Shi for almost twenty years now. As usual, we'd go to a roadside food stall, order a plate of stir-fried snails, a plate of boiled frog, several small dishes of cold green beans and bitter melon, and then the city's decades-old beer. So many of my precious youths have been wasted on the roadside like this. The proprietress saw us and quickly came over to greet us: "Hey, old customers! Long time no see! Where have you been making your fortune?"

"Hehe, you've grown in every way since I last saw you, proprietress," Pi Shi

said, his eyes fixed on her chest, which was practically bursting out of her clothes. "Hahaha, you're joking, proprietress, but my wallet hasn't grown,"

the proprietress laughed, her whole body trembling, the waves of air she created almost reaching across the street. As the proprietress walked away, her plump buttocks swaying with dynamic movement, Pi Shi watched with envious eyes as her backside rippled in the air. He turned to me and said, "I bet this woman just slept with someone today."

"How so?"

"Didn't you see her expression? Eyes closed, talking in such a sweet, coquettish way,"

Pi Shi said with a sly grin. "What the hell is your logic? Do you think everyone's like you, doing nothing all day?"

I was speechless. "No, didn't you see her face was still flushed?"

Pi Shi opened two bottles of beer and handed me one. "Huh? You reminded me, Zeng Meimei looked just like this when she came over from the Xidi Hotel that day."

I poured myself a full glass, clinked it with Pi Shi's, and then downed it in one gulp. "You're quite the lucky guy!"

Pi Shi seemed to be savoring the moment, smacking his lips with the wine droplets, and after a long pause, he finally managed to say, "A woman like Zeng Meimei, I'd be willing to lose ten years of my life just to have her!"

"That's all you've got, kid."

We picked up our second glasses. "How did you manage to get her? Logically, with your pathetic appearance, she shouldn't have given up on you, right?"

I always used extremely sarcastic language with Pi Shi. "Hahaha, you didn't know that, did you?"

Pi Shi rolled up his sleeves and struck a gymnastics pose. "See? Muscles, muscles! We rely on manly strength."

And I must say, Pi Shi's arms really did have some muscles bulging out. "This damn physical work isn't easy to do well. It's exhausting and drains the energy. Your health is your most important asset."

Pi Shi was about to down his third drink—that's our rule, we drink three in a row first. "I train really hard. I go to the gym seven days a week. Unlike you, a talented guy, I have to take the muscular route."

"You work out just to pick up girls?"

I chuckled. "You know what, it actually works. That day, I really made Zeng Meimei feel good. From 2 PM to 5 PM, we didn't stop. This woman gets wet at the slightest touch, she comes at the slightest movement. She can't even remember how many times she came. At first, I made her scream and cry, but later she couldn't even catch her breath. I also went for three rounds."

Pi Shi was talking animatedly, his eyes like a wolf's. If Zeng Meimei were here, he probably would have devoured her alive. For someone like me, whose writing requires exceptionally developed visual thinking, every word I utter is like a vivid painting unfolding before my eyes. The painting is like how the irresistibly charming Zeng Meimei sings sweetly beneath a man, her swaying body rolling like white waves – it's impossible to escape it. I couldn't help but take a big gulp of ice-cold beer to try and calm the burning sensation inside me caused by the erotic images. "You're quite vivid when you talk about erotic stories, kid. You could make a living by setting up a storytelling stall someday."

"Hahaha, you can't describe it without experiencing it firsthand."

Pi Shi was still unusually excited. "But, Zeng Meimei, that woman, still has some conscience. Is a decadent hotel like Xidi even a place for ordinary people like us to stay? Zeng Meimei said she doesn't necessarily have to go to Xidi next time. This time she just wanted to see my sincerity. Next time, any hotel that's not too bad will do. But she told me not to contact her first. She said she'll contact me."

I held back and didn't tell Pi Shi about Zeng's fiancé. I just said, "Then you should be careful. You can't marry a woman like that."

"I understand."

Pi Shi nodded. "Being her man, you could probably open a shop specializing in cuckoldry, haha."

"Hmm... Zeng...?" I muttered softly. I had something I wanted to ask, but I didn't. I knew I still needed the alcohol. Then Pi Shi and I each downed six or seven bottles of beer. I was feeling quite dizzy, and with the effects of the alcohol, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if I didn't ask. "Tell... tell me, Zeng Meimei... her pubic hair..."

Pi Shi immediately understood, his eyes darting around at me: "Hahaha, I know your shameful fetish for pubic hair. It's top-quality, fine and curly, sparse, like a foreigner's pubic hair, not pure black, and the feel of it is fucking amazing!"

Ah, I sighed, closed my eyes, and my mind went straight to those fine, curly hairs. How must they hang on that dazzling white body, exuding a lewd fragrance? My penis in my pants got hard. It had been a while since I'd been to the newspaper office. That day, I said I'd go and show off, to let Boss Qiao know how much I consider the newspaper my home. And sure enough, Boss Qiao did have something to ask me. "We have a real estate client at our newspaper. They're having a Ferrari showcase at the clubhouse of one of their developments tonight. It'll be a bunch of rich people with nothing better to do than show off. They want someone from our newspaper to go and give them a few compliments. You could take a photographer there tonight. Save yourself a meal, do some observation, mainly look at the car models, and maybe even inspect the cars. Just give a few casual gestures to get by. Apparently, they've got top-tier car models tonight."

I thought it was a great opportunity and went. In these kinds of events, the real car enthusiasts and the guests just there for the show are probably about half and half. I guess I'm somewhere in between. The club was decorated with the utmost luxury, and several Ferraris of different models were displayed in the grand hall. According to a friend of mine who loves racing, the thrill of speed surpasses even the pleasure of having sex with a woman. I just don't understand. Even if a Ferrari is the most stylish car, is riding it as comfortable as riding a woman? I usually keep a low profile, but many of the guests greeted me as if we were old friends. I didn't recognize many of them and didn't know their names, so I just handed them photos one by one. Suddenly, I saw a few foreigners who were friends I'd known for a long time. I occasionally go to bars where foreigners hang out, mainly to practice my spoken English so it doesn't get rusty from lack of use. I enthusiastically went over to greet them, chattering away with these blond guys. Coincidentally, we were standing next to a Ferrari. Suddenly, a little girl of about seven or eight years old darted over, tugged at my sleeve, and said in a very cute voice, "Uncle, I want to take a picture here, especially of the model auntie. You and these foreign uncles are blocking the way, could you spare a spot?"

I laughed heartily, "Sure!"

Then, instinctively, I turned to look at the model auntie, and I froze. "Luo..."

I murmured, "Luo... Xiaoyan!"

She wore a white, deep-V long dress, highlighting her wheat-colored skin, which shimmered slightly under the streetlights. The knot on one shoulder strap resembled a beautiful butterfly watching over a field of golden wheat. Her eyes were moist, her nose was straight, and the corners of her mouth were still subtly upturned, making her delicately shaped face instantly stunning. Her hairstyle had changed to short hair that barely covered her ears, making her appear even taller and more graceful. Luo Xiaoyan seemed to understand that I was staring at her, and nodded slightly in response. Did she think I was another fan wanting to take a picture with her? A sudden, inexplicable flutter stirred within me. Among the thirty models, Luo Xiaoyan was the only one whose beauty I truly felt. Actually, her image in the photos lacked much information: her dazzling feminine radiance, her free-spirited and carefree air, though you could still sense a lingering sadness on her face. I wanted to understand this one-in-thirty chance of sadness. I wanted to understand people as much as possible, because my profession as a writer dictated that I had to. Although I admit, Luo Xiaoyan possessed a unique charm that deeply captivated me. I quickly found the organizers and inquired about the evening's modeling schedule. A helpful manager led me to the models' lounge and even had a waiter bring me a cup of coffee. Damn, this service—I have to write about it! While I was sipping my coffee near the lounge, Luo Xiaoyan gracefully walked in from the lobby. I went straight up to her, smiling, "Are you Luo Xiaoyan?"

Luo Xiaoyan paused for a moment, then politely replied, "Yes, sir?"

"Oh, I'm from the newspaper that's partnering with this city's model competition. I saw your entry."

I quickly pulled out my business card. "Ah, you must be the famous Mr. Nan! They say 'Ning Zhufu' is also your pen name? I really enjoy reading your columns; your writing is so funny."

Luo Xiaoyan's voice was just like a swallow's. "Haha, really?"

I said, unsure whether I was being modest or genuine, "It's all made up."

"You're so good at making things up,"

Luo Xiaoyan generously extended her hand. I was a little flustered; Luo Xiaoyan's hand was beautifully shaped, with smooth, flowing lines. "I'm busy rushing to my next event right now, it's a pleasure to meet you,"

Luo Xiaoyan said, looking down at me. At that moment, I suddenly felt incredibly comical. I had to look up to see Luo Xiaoyan's sharply defined face, let alone search for her gaze. A man, being looked down upon by a woman. I tried it out; if I looked down, I could see the butterfly-like knot on the shoulder strap, the Catcher in the Rye. I'm 1.75 meters tall, not short at all. Just as Luo Xiaoyan was about to enter the lounge, she suddenly turned around and called to me, who was about to leave: "Mr. Nan, I just saw you chatting and laughing with a group of foreigners. Your English must be excellent. Isn't there an English Q&A session in the model competition? When would it be convenient for you to tutor me in English?"

Did I have a reason to refuse? Yes, damn it, too many reasons to refuse, but I didn't: "No problem, call me anytime."

I made a phone call gesture. Luo Xiaoyan smiled and finally turned around and dashed into the lounge. The first mystery was solved; Luo Xiaoyan would smile.

December 4th,

Chapter 9: President Feng's Dinner

Only a month or so before the model competition started, and there was still no movement from Boss Qiu. Only the advertising slogans for their properties all over the street had recently been changed to: So beautiful, a magnificent landscape! Across the street from our newspaper office stood a huge sign. I stared at it for a while before realizing what it meant: Damn it, it was just a couple of sentences that changed everything! It seems this Boss Qiu is the type who likes to mess around and have fun. Maybe he really just likes to spend money for fun? Before receiving Mr. Dao's call from Jiang Sheng Group, I almost believed that there really is such a thing as a free lunch. Mr. Dao invited me for tea. The visitor—not friendly! I suddenly had a chilling feeling, like a storm was brewing. Then, with my extensive experience in combat, I suggested changing the tea location to the Bamboo Forest Teahouse—because I know every table and chair there, even which of the waitresses is pretty! And the surrounding environment, the backstreets and alleys—if there's a sudden retreat or I need to shake off someone, I can react immediately. Then, I left with that brown envelope in my hand. Looking at the buildings lining the street, each one seemed like a grove of shadowy trees, each concealing a cold-faced, piercing-eyed swordsman poised to strike. I imagined myself as that swordsman. When Mr. Dao respectfully presented his business card with both hands, my hand trembled, almost dropping it. The card bore the chilling name: Dao Ba (刀巴). Artists have stage names, authors have pen names—those seem like mere child's play these days. For a wandering swordsman to create a name, it really needs to be convincing. I pondered the character "Ba" (巴). If it were written as "Ba" (疤), the card would have fallen to the ground. The name reflected the man. Mr. Dao was bald, but his head wasn't round; the back of his head was almost a right angle, resembling a cleaver. Black suit, black shoes, black tie, black belt—the underworld? A chill ran down my spine; I dared not think further. "I've long admired Mr. Nan's name,"

Mr. Dao said, pouring me tea. He spread his fingers in a gesture of invitation, revealing a long, three-foot-long scar on the back of his hand. So that's where the scar was. I swallowed hard, trying to remain calm. "Today, I'm entrusted by Chairman Qiu to ask Mr. Nan for a favor."

Mr. Dao didn't bother with pleasantries. "I won't beat around the bush either. Our Chairman Qiu hopes number 9 will win first place in this competition."

It seems Chairman Qiu only likes to tinker with advertising slogans, not with money! But after looking at the photos of those thirty models, I didn't recognize any of their numbers except for Luo Xiaoyan's. I suddenly felt a surge of relief; thankfully, there wasn't a 2 before the 9, otherwise it would have been Luo Xiaoyan's number! This meant Luo Xiaoyan had no connection with this Chairman Qiu—the world of business is a deep, dark place. I brought the ten thousand yuan with me, and I'd been determined to return it since I left. After all, I'm a man of principle; I don't care about the reputation of a scholar, I care about the integrity of Ning Zhufu—Ning, Ning Hui's Ning, is my wife's surname! How could I so easily tarnish it? I sipped the tea Mr. Dao had brewed for me—the most expensive Longjing tea in this whole teahouse! Unfortunately, I couldn't stay here long. I slowly took the envelope out of my pocket and placed it on the table. “I understand what Boss Qiu means. I'll act as a judge as I always will, but I can't accept this gift. I'm returning it in full.”

I made sure my breathing was even and my words were clear. Determined not to give Mr. Dao enough time to react, I stood up, clasped my hands in a gesture of respect, and said, “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Dao. I have something to attend to, so

I'll take my leave now.” I turned and left… The twenty or thirty meters from the teahouse entrance felt like a thorn in my side. I wondered if two burly men would suddenly appear, one on each shoulder, and… and that was how I made it to the end. Fortunately, nothing happened. I left the teahouse and saw the moon again. Back home, Ning Hui wasn't back yet; she'd gone shopping with Zeng Meimei that night. Lately, I'd deliberately neglected her sexually. Every time we were about to reach our climax, I'd let out a long sigh, complaining of a headache and fever, so we hadn't had proper sex for three to five days. Normally, as long as there aren't any unforeseen troubles or minor ailments, my husband and I would enjoy blissful nights together. My thought was this: I wanted her to understand that I cared deeply, or was very unhappy that she immediately reneged on her promises after our passionate viewing of "Four Weddings and a Funeral," and even kicked me. I wanted her to know how wronged I felt, to understand that even a stay-at-home husband like me could get angry—even if I was just pretending. Now, however, my thoughts were in turmoil. I didn't know what tonight's negotiation with this man with the knife-like head, the scars etched on his business card and etched on his arm, would bring. I had a premonition that this wasn't over. I steeled myself, prepared for a long battle, but the thought of that bloodied arm sent a chill down my spine, and soon I fell asleep in bed. Amidst the desolate desert and the setting sun, I arrived, utterly exhausted, at an inn with weathered stone walls, a leather scabbard slung over my shoulder—I honestly couldn't recall if a knife was actually hanging on it. A banner shaped like the character for "knife" adorned the inn's infamous name: Longmen. As I deliberated whether to stop for a meal or stay the night, I suddenly remembered the inn's alluring and beautiful proprietress, Jin Xiangyu. My spirits lifted instantly, and I reached for the door… Suddenly, sand and stones flew, a fierce wind arose, and several figures, their forms blurred, appeared out of nowhere, brandishing their machetes with chilling gleam as they moved swiftly towards me! A sense of foreboding washed over me, and my hand instinctively reached for the scabbard on my back, only to grasp at empty air! Good heavens, there really was only a scabbard, no knife! No sooner said than done, a female knight-errant came rushing from the eaves of the inn, gracefully stepping on the banner that read "Dragon Gate" with the lightness of a dragonfly skimming the water. She landed beside me with unparalleled lightness skills, ripped off a towel-like shawl draped over her body, and brandished it like a whip. After a few shouts of "ha ha ha," the several machetes she had been wielding so skillfully fell to the ground with a clatter... As the female knight-errant wielded the towel as a "whip," I stood there dumbfounded, almost having a nosebleed. Wasn't that Jin Xiangyu? The landlady looked so much like Maggie Cheung! I would recognize her even if she turned into water! What was even more shocking was that under the shawl was a completely naked white body, completely exposed, with only a thin, delicate thread hanging between her pubic bones, revealing tufts of black hair in every detail. Since this tale of a beauty rescuing a hero was unfolding with such eroticism, it's no wonder this old hero turned into a lecherous man. I leaned closer, reaching out to grab that slippery, jade-like body. Jin Xiangyu was no slouch either; with a swift, seductive kick, she hooked one of her pink, fleshy thighs around my neck. With a slight pull, her leg magically drew my face down to her crotch, which was bound only by a thin rope. There, I smelled a mysterious sandalwood scent, and the scent of two plump, glistening lips. Jin Xiangyu untied the thin rope that had been binding her lips and wrapped it around my neck, pressing my head tightly against her flesh. Then, in a sweet, coquettish voice, she said, "Please enjoy your meal, sir."

I didn't care whether it was Jin Xiangyu or Zhang Manyu; I opened my mouth and began to suckle those two pieces of flesh with relish. The several knife-wielding men who had materialized in the distance were now bowing and worshipping in unison, their hands no longer holding machetes, only the guns they carried between their legs. "Ah, husband, it feels so good to suck my pussy. I specially bought this thong today to make you happy, isn't it pretty? You're so greedy, why are you even licking the thong..."

Those two pieces of flesh weren't Jin Xiangyu's, nor were they Zhang Manyu's; they were my wife's. During this time, General Manager Wang was away on a business trip, and General Manager Zheng was in charge of the company. That day, he arranged for Ning Hui to attend a dinner party that evening to entertain President Feng of a commercial bank, saying that the company's loan was at a critical juncture, and President Feng was the one who would ultimately decide whether the loan would be successful. The reason was impeccable; who else could the public relations department do this if not? When Ning Hui told me on the phone, she specifically mentioned that General Manager Wang wasn't there; it was General Manager Zheng who arranged it. I vaguely understood that when General Manager Wang invited Bank Manager Feng the first time, it was likely that General Manager Zheng had asked Ning Hui to accompany him without my consent. I only told Ning Hui to drink less, but at this point, I really couldn't put my finger on what I was worried about. After work, General Manager Zheng personally drove Ning Hui away into the vast night of the city. The dinner was held at the most luxurious restaurant in the city. The restaurant was located in a newly developed area, in a place inaccessible by public bus, quite a distance from the city center. The land here seemed inexhaustible; the restaurant's buildings and pavilions were built in a way that only the Chinese could tolerate—grand, imposing, and boastful. The parking lot here was the perfect place to admire luxury cars; the sheer number of cars would be overwhelming. Damn it, when did the Chinese become so wealthy? This wasn't just a comfortable life; it was a level of luxury that even the word "wealthy" couldn't quite capture. The restaurant's gold-themed decor was enough to drive anyone with a taste for the artsy stuff crazy. In its relentless pursuit of opulence, all other interests vanished, leaving only a dizzying, overwhelming feeling. I don't understand why anyone would enjoy dining in such an environment. Gold is certainly the color of harvested wheat, a color favored by emperors, a symbol of prestige and power. But who knows a pile of excrement could be that color? Ning Hui later told me that she felt incredibly uncomfortable the moment she stepped into the restaurant. But Director Feng, besides displaying his status, had no other intentions. His feast of abalone and lobster was a waste of Ning Hui's time; he didn't understand that my wife, Hui'er, was such a pure girl, with the heart of a commoner. In a secluded private room, Director Feng was already waiting. Director Feng—the "Feng" in his name suggests feudalism—but his attire today exuded nothing but capitalist corruption. His slicked-back scalp was adorned with a few sparse strands of hair, all neatly combed. His oversized, fat body was clad in an Armani shirt, and his small eyes and hollow nose—he looked like a complete scoundrel if he didn't have a gold tooth. A Rolex gold watch adorned his wrist, its subtle golden hue making the hotel's gold-colored decor look utterly tacky. Ning Hui followed President Zheng into the room. Feng Xingchang leaped from his chair like an arrow, and before Ning Hui could react, he had her hands in his. One hand gently placed her palm on top, while the other covered the back of her hand, his fingers almost imperceptibly caressing her smooth, soft skin. "Little Ning," he said, "we meet again. You look radiant today."

Bank Manager Feng stared intently at Ning Hui's neck, as if President Zheng didn't even exist. Ning Hui was wearing a green business suit today, with a purple scarf tied around her neck, her hair styled in an updo that made her neck appear even longer and more elegant—unintentionally, her neck became the most conspicuous exposed part of her body. Ning Hui instantly sensed something was off; the large room contained only Bank Manager Feng, President Zheng, and herself. Moreover, Bank Manager Feng had been holding her hand since entering and hadn't let go until they sat down, Ning Hui feeling his large fingers constantly fiddling with hers. As if understanding something, Ning Hui turned and glared at President Zheng, who avoided her gaze. Suddenly, Ning Hui smiled sweetly at Bank Manager Feng, "Oh, Bank Manager Feng, you're too kind today. I'm going to call my husband first, have a private chat, and tell him I might be home late tonight."

Her bright, alluring eyes made Bank Manager Feng lose his senses. "Okay, okay, hurry back, hurry back."

Manager Feng nodded vigorously, the phrase "might be back late" sounding almost divine. Ning Hui stood up, a cold smile playing on her lips as she passed President Zheng, and walked straight towards the door. Then, Ning Hui calmly swayed her high heels for 100 meters before hailing a taxi and speeding away. The next day, Ning Hui arrived at the company on time as usual. Not long after she sat down, Xiao Li from the office came over and said, "Sister Hui, President Zheng wants to see you in his office."

Ning Hui thought that since she was already furious, she wouldn't care if she set the whole building on fire in Zheng's office today. When President Zheng saw Ning Hui enter the office, he stood up very eagerly, flashing his signature fake smile, and greeted Ning Hui, "Sit down, sit down, sit down."

Behind his glasses, a pair of shifty eyes were looking indistinctly. Ning Hui didn't look at him, her eyes fixed straight ahead. Sitting on the sofa, she could see a framed calligraphy hanging above Zheng's desk: "Winning people over with virtue." The calligraphy was indeed beautiful, vigorous and powerful, but Ning Hui was annoyed. She muttered to herself, "This is what you call winning people over with virtue? This is ruthless ripping people off!" President Zheng adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, staring intently at Ning Hui's beautiful face, and spoke in Mandarin with an accent that seemed to belong to a region far removed from China: "Little Ning, you were very immature last night."

His tone made it sound as if he were incredibly magnanimous: "Fortunately, Director Feng is a generous person and didn't hold it against you, but if it causes problems for the company's loan work, then the responsibility is huge."

President Zheng's speech, technically speaking, was quite sophisticated; he subtly conveyed a threat without revealing his intentions. Ning Hui usually spoke to President Zheng in Mandarin to show respect, but today she threw a cold, local dialect at him. Whether he understood her or not, her words were firm: "Please, President Zheng, respect your employees. I have the right to refuse social engagements outside of work."

President Zheng basically understood what Ning Hui meant in her dialect, a fleeting hint of displeasure crossing his face, but his shrewdness quickly replaced it with a smile: "Ah, Ning, you misunderstand. This Bank Manager Feng is indeed a key figure in determining whether my company's loan will succeed. Last time he met you, Bank Manager Feng… he valued you highly, he… liked you very much."

President Zheng deliberately emphasized the words "liked you," then watched Ning Hui's reaction. A beautiful woman always grows up in a treacherous environment surrounded by wolves. Ning Hui had seen all sorts of wolves with wolfish ambitions fawning over her. This Bank Manager Feng… his demeanor was so different from a wolf's, his physique so unlike that of a wolf skilled in hunting in the wild. Ning Hui remained silent, cold as ice. Seeing that Ning Hui didn't react, General Manager Zheng continued to encourage her, "President Feng's wife and children have all immigrated abroad. It's not easy for him to work hard in China alone. It's understandable that he feels lonely sometimes. But it's also good that he doesn't have any ties. President Feng said that Comrade Ning can just make any requests." Damn it,

you surnamed Zheng, why beat around the bush? Just say the price for being kept! For the first time, Ning Hui entered the office and looked directly at General Manager Zheng. She bit her lip, then smiled and said firmly, still using the strong, unyielding dialect that was perfect for cursing, "General Manager Zheng, how come you're doing something so out of character? What does President Feng's loneliness have to do with me? Please tell President Feng that he appreciates his kindness, but he's chosen the wrong person."

After saying that, she got up and closed the door, leaving behind only the lingering scent and fragrance of Ning Hui's body. Mr. Zheng stared blankly at Ning Hui's departing figure, leaned back on the sofa, let out a long sigh, and took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale every last trace of Ning Hui's scent in the air. Then he took out his phone, typed a message: "Come to the office." and sent it. A moment later, the half-open door opened, and a woman in her thirties entered, then locked the door behind her. The woman was Fu Lili, the company's finance manager. She was petite, with a full bust and shapely hips, and a slender waist; she was quite attractive. Fu Lili walked straight to General Manager Zheng's side, half-kneeling and nestled in his arms: "It's usually around noon, why so early this morning?"

General Manager Zheng put his arm around Fu Lili's waist, and one hand reached inside her collar to roughly grab one of her breasts and began to knead it: "How did things go?"

"Mmm,"

Fu Lili let out a soft moan, whether from pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell, "No matter how I try to seduce this General Manager Wang, he won't take the bait. I've been to his office alone several times, and once, as you suggested, I wasn't even wearing underwear, but this soldier wouldn't even look at me."

"Damn it, then proceed with the second plan."

General Manager Zheng's other hand had already slipped inside Fu Lili's underwear, his fingers skillfully playing with her smooth genitals. "Oh, be gentle. What's wrong with you today? Why are you being so rough?"

Fu Lili frowned, but still spoke in a coquettish voice. It turned out that Fu Lili was General Manager Zheng's mistress of many years. When he set up this company, he brought her in as the financial manager. Like all versions of this story, Mr. Zheng promised to divorce his wife, who was now old and unattractive, within three years and officially marry Fu Lili. But five years have passed, and Fu Lili has gone from a graceful young woman to a woman in her thirties, not yet Mrs. Zheng. Every noon, if Mr. Zheng has nothing else to do, he summons Fu Lili to his office for a quick masturbation or blowjob. Today, something seems to have stimulated Mr. Zheng's adrenaline, and even though it's still early at noon, he impatiently summons Fu Lili in. A man's civility is only what his mother can see. Right now, Mr. Zheng resembled a leopard unleashed with its beastly nature, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Without the glasses, he was a veritable leaping monkey. He unzipped his pants, pulled out a bean sprout-like penis remarkably similar to his own size, and forced Fu Lili's head down, opening her mouth to take it in. Before Fu Lili could even swallow or suck, he forcefully shoved it deep into her throat, thrusting violently in and out of her mouth like a vagina. Mr. Zheng used all his strength to ejaculate inside Fu Lili's mouth, making a muffled sound as he did so. Fu Lili was suffocating, almost to the point of tears, because her mouth was filled with President Zheng's forcefully thrusting penis. But she heard clearly that President Zheng was almost howling, shouting in his throat, "Ning Hui... Ning Hui... I'm going to fuck... fuck you to death, you slut!"

Chapter 10 The Showdown Begins

That night at Dragon Inn, that scene of the hero saving the beauty—no, the beauty saving the hero—was so damn exciting! Maybe in my past life I was a chivalrous hero, a chivalrous figure who roamed the martial arts world, and my wife was Jin Xiangyu, the famously seductive and alluring proprietress of Dragon Inn, known for miles around. Don't you see Jin Xiangyu... Zhang Manyu's fox-like eyes, seemingly born for men, are also crescent moons. When will I be able to dream of returning to Dragon Inn? That day, Ning Hui came home and told me everything about President Feng's dinner party and President Zheng's visit to her. I was instantly enraged, every pore of my body seemed to be steaming, and my spittle flew through the air like fireworks: "Damn it, this is too corrupt! Isn't this blatant rape? Who does this bastard think he is, trying to molest my wife? I'll fight him to the death!"

I waved my hand, reaching for my knife on my back, only to remember that the scabbard on my back was empty. "Hey, hey, look how anxious you are, husband. Your wife hasn't been harmed yet; she's perfectly fine right in front of you."

Ning Hui pulled me back to comfort me, then burst out laughing at my gesticulating antics. "You can still laugh? What will happen to me before I panic? These corrupt landlords and rich bastards only know how to covet the common people's 'White-Haired Girl.' They can't let these bastards take advantage of her!"

I said firmly. Before I could finish, Ning Hui twisted my ear into a pretzel shape. "What did you say? Who do you want to take advantage of your wife? It's like you'd be thrilled if someone did!"

"Ouch, honey, let go! I meant we absolutely can't let those 'Huang Shiren's' take advantage of her! The White-Haired Girl and Da Chun are in a free-love relationship!"

I quickly apologized. "That's more like it."

Ning Hui released her hand, tenderly touching my ear, and said coquettishly, "Didn't you hurt, Da Chun brother?"

"But if it's absolutely necessary to be taken advantage of, I still suggest that the working people take the advantage."

I grinned mischievously. Ning Hui realized she'd been tricked and clenched her fist, punching my arm. "What nonsense are you spouting? You're getting more and more excited! I knew you were up to no good!"

"You know what I'm up to?"

I asked, inexplicably excited. Ning Hui blinked at me. "Stop it, honey, let's get down to business. What should I do? I almost wrote my resignation letter today."

I felt a pang of sadness. Why didn't I continue talking about my "bad intentions"? But that incident with Director Feng's lewd behavior and ulterior motives really needed to be dealt with! This work environment was getting too awful. It turns out my wife was wading into a treacherous lake, full of dangerous shoals. Ning Hui lowered her eyes and fell silent. I also pretended to be deep in thought. After a long pause, we suddenly spoke in unison, uttering the exact same two words: "Mr. Wang..."

What I wanted to say was, "Mr. Wang, do you know about this?" What

Ning Hui wanted to say was, "Mr. Wang is away on a business trip these days, and I'm wondering whether I should tell him about it."

Damn, it was like Mr. Wang had found his savior, like he'd unlocked the secret to success. Our eyes met, and I felt that unspoken connection between husband and wife instantly fill my entire being. Ning Hui lowered her head, her lips twitching, a barely perceptible shyness flashing across her face—a shyness only her discerning eyes could see. At that moment, I noticed a glimmer of light appear in my wife's previously misty eyes, like a crescent moon peeking out from behind the clouds. Mr. Wang hadn't even returned from his trip abroad yet, and the next day Ning Hui was assigned to another business trip, supposedly to accompany foreign investors on a market survey. No sooner had Ning Hui left than Luo Xiaoyan's text message arrived like a swallow in a hurry: "Teacher Nan, am I bothering you? Does the English tutoring thing I mentioned still stand?"

A smiley face was added at the end of the message. That smiley face was so clean, it looked exactly like Luo Xiaoyan's. But I immediately became seriously conflicted, my heart pounding like a hammer—should I report this to my wife? Since we got married, apart from having dinner with Zeng Meimei, I haven't had any private contact with any woman without my wife's knowledge. (To be or not to be, that is the question). My hand instinctively reached behind my back for a knife…no, I reached into my pocket, and I actually found a coin! Head-to-head reporting, tail-to-tail avoiding this trouble! Simple, straightforward, if I mess it up, it's God's fault! Anyway, I won't do anything, just some eating and drinking, it's no different from casually going out for a couple of drinks. Although this place, with its food and drinks, couldn't really offer any English tutoring—I've been studying English for over twenty years, starting from elementary school, and I'm still not entirely fluent. Whether you think I'm trying to hide something or not, I was as innocent as a newborn baby back then, completely unaware of the meaning of "mischievous ideas." I tossed the coin into the air, trying to make the arc as dramatic as possible. *Thud*, I saw: head!—it doesn't count, because I messed up the motion, and the coin fell to the ground. I held my breath again, tossing it again with an even more dramatic arc, *thud* again! tail!—this time there was no reason for it to not count! Because the coin landed on the back of my hand. I pondered for a moment, feeling a little uneasy, and texted Luo Xiaoyan with just one word: "Counts."

I added a smiley face afterward. A moment later, Luo Xiaoyan's text message flew in like a swallow again, "Thank you, Teacher Nan, that smiley face really looks like you."

Luo Xiaoyan then called to ask what I liked to eat, saying she wanted to treat me to dinner. Seeing that I couldn't refuse, I said, "Anything is fine, even a small bowl of noodles is okay, I'm not picky about food."

I meant it sincerely. "How can that be? I'm treating this like a discipleship banquet."

It seemed that Luo Xiaoyan was serious too. "Then beef noodles, that's already quite a grand affair!"

"Hahaha, Teacher Nan, you're so funny,"

Luo Xiaoyan's laughter on the phone reminded me of the smiley face in the text message. "How about this, I'll wait for you at the Afi Aro Restaurant at seven o'clock tonight."

Oh my god, I knew that was a Western restaurant. There are three things I hate most in my life: first, meetings that last more than half an hour; second, watching Sister Furong strike an S pose; and third, eating Western food! I'll pretend to be a very easygoing person, now I'm at ease. Although I never try to be cool, my arrival time at Afiaro Restaurant was undeniably cool: 7:07:07. Luo Xiaoyan was already waiting for me in a booth by the window. The restaurant was on the second floor, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a bird's-eye view of the city's most bustling streetscape: the city lights were just coming on, the crowds were thick, and the twilight was like a sea. Today, Luo Xiaoyan, who usually wears the "Wheat Field Watcher" outfit, was wearing a collarless beige sweater. She was a natural clothes hanger; her tall figure made the beige look elegant and graceful, her exposed and dynamic shoulder blades adding a touch of dynamism to her overall presence. But amidst that flowing beige, I felt something was off. We sat facing each other, and I had to look up to see Luo Xiaoyan's face. I needed to slowly adjust to this awkwardness. "The steak here is quite famous, Teacher Nan, please don't be shy. I won't be so polite when you tutor me in English."

This playful remark instantly bridged the height gap between us. Unlike Ning Hui, who would gaze at you with those captivating crescent-shaped eyes both before and after speaking, almost mesmerizing you if you weren't paying attention, Luo Xiaoyan's gaze was wandering. When silent, she always kept her head down, her long eyelashes fanning her eyes, her eyes constantly lingering on a spot not far from herself. For example, at her current angle, she was looking directly at her own long, slender fingers intertwined on the table. Those hands were truly beautiful. I ordered a steak and told the waiter, "No matter how well-done, I want it rare."

Luo Xiaoyan laughed, "Teacher Nan, you're so funny."

But the smile was fleeting; you could see she was trying to appear open and cheerful, but a stronger, black-hole-like melancholy held her tightly. "Sigh, sorry I didn't grow taller, so you always have to look down when you talk to me."

My words were clearly an attempt to find a way into that dark abyss. "Really?"

Luo Xiaoyan immediately raised her head, subconsciously puffed out her chest, and laughed. The mystery of that strange, flowing beige sweater was instantly revealed: the moment Luo Xiaoyan puffed out her chest, two tiny bulges were visible on her nipples, and there were no other visible creases on her sweater—Luo Xiaoyan wasn't wearing a bra. My heart skipped a beat, and my body shuddered. Is it true that women always have a way of expressing their charm—at that moment, I suddenly found Luo Xiaoyan incredibly sexy. The steak, steaming hot and dripping with red sauce, was served. Before I could even savor the pleasure of the first cut into the juicy beef, my phone rang. It was Ning Hui calling. I immediately stood up and said to Luo Xiaoyan, "I'm going to answer this phone first."

"Honey, come to my house quickly!"

Ning Hui's voice on the phone was almost crying, "My dad fell at home, and Mom said he fell really hard!"

My head buzzed, a flood of possible scenarios rushing through my mind. I quickly returned to my seat and said to Luo Xiaoyan, "Excuse me, something urgent has happened at my wife's house, I have to go right away!"

Luo Xiaoyan stood up: "Oh? Did you drive? How far is it? I drove, I'll give you a ride."

"It is quite far,"

I said thoughtfully. Without further ado, I immediately decided, "Okay!"

I called my mother-in-law right away, and she started scolding me on the phone: "That stubborn old man, I told him to drink less but he wouldn't listen, he went to take a shower when he was drunk, and he slipped and fell, and now he's here groaning in pain. What a jinx!"

The old man was conscious, so it should only be a broken bone: "Mom, don't worry. I'll call an ambulance right away, and you must tell Dad to stay in bed and not move!"

I suddenly calmed down, my mind racing. There's a saying that, according to the chain theory of acquaintances, two complete strangers can be connected through a maximum of six intermediaries. The problem was solved after only the third step. I suddenly remembered my close friend, Principal Qin, from university, whose wife was the vice president of the city's orthopedic hospital. I immediately called Principal Qin. Ten minutes later, he called back to tell me that the orthopedic hospital's ambulance had already left. A fracture. After the old man was taken to the hospital for diagnosis, the hospital scheduled surgery that evening, and Principal Qin's wife arranged for the hospital's best doctor to perform the operation. When the old man was wheeled into the operating room, I could still smell a familiar aroma of medicinal liquor. As I sat wearily in the corridor outside the operating room, I suddenly remembered, where was Luo Xiaoyan? She was nowhere to be seen. I only remembered that we arrived at Ning Hui's parents' house almost at the same time as the ambulance, and I had gone to the hospital in the same ambulance. I couldn't recall whether I had greeted her afterwards. It was already midnight, and I quickly sent Luo Xiaoyan a text message: "Thank you so much for today. I'm so sorry I was busy here and didn't get a chance to say hello. Where did you go afterwards? (smiley face)"

"I drove after the ambulance to the hospital, waited for a while, and when I saw there was nothing else I could do, I went back. You were busy and didn't have time to say hello. Is Uncle alright? (smiley face)"

Luo Xiaoyan replied quickly. "He's in surgery, he should be fine. The steak tonight was really good. (smiley face)"

"You didn't even eat it, how do you know it was good? (smiley face)"

"I can see it, it's juicy. I like juicy food. (smiley face)"

"(smiley face) I have a performance tomorrow, I'm going to sleep now, goodnight."

In Luo Xiaoyan's last text message, the smiley face was at the beginning, clearly a response to my comment about the juiciness. Anyone could tell how lewd that was. Ning Hui, who was out of town, couldn't sleep that night. She called every half hour. I kept comforting her and told her about Principal Qin's husband's concern, which gradually calmed her down. "Should I fly back tomorrow?"

Ning Hui asked me on the phone. "But the foreign party and the client have very important business negotiations tomorrow and the day after. If I leave, there will be no one to translate. If we find a translator at the last minute, they definitely won't be familiar with our business. What should we do, honey? I'm so worried." "

It's okay, honey. With your husband here, I guarantee Dad will be fine. Everything is arranged here. You can't help much even if you come back. Mom also told you to focus on your work. You're in a very sensitive situation at the company right now, so don't give anyone anything to gossip about."

I explained the situation clearly on the phone to reassure Ning Hui. The surgery was very successful. The doctor said that it was just that elderly people who had broken bones would recover more slowly. For the next few days, I stayed at the hospital. My mother-in-law is getting old, and I couldn't let her get too tired. I stayed at the hospital every night. Although it was a special care ward, it wasn't right to have the nurses do some things for her. On the fourth day, Ning Hui finally finished her business trip and rushed back. Her plane arrived in the evening, and she went straight to the hospital from the airport. Seeing her father's leg in a cast, tears streamed down her face. Her father-in-law chuckled, "Hui'er, you're back just in time. I haven't had a drink in days and I'm feeling restless. Why don't you go buy me some wine, girl? I'll have a couple of drinks with Xiao Nan. No matter how much I begged your mother, she wouldn't buy me any!" Ning Hui, still with tears in her eyes, burst out laughing, "Dad, what kind of person are you? You're already like this and you're still drinking. Drinking isn't good for the wound to heal. I won't allow you to drink!" It

seems her father-in-law is most convinced by his daughter. He clicked his tongue and remained silent. Ning Hui started making a fuss, saying she was going to stay at the hospital that night to take care of her dad, and no matter how I tried to persuade her, she wouldn't go home. My mother-in-law, however, was quite persuasive; a few words from her and Ning Hui made us both return home: "You silly girl, you're so inconsiderate! These past few days, Xiao Nan has been taking care of you at the hospital, you haven't even had a chance to rest your head on a pillow at home, and you think a few days away isn't enough? Your priority now is to go home and take care of your husband. I'll take care of him. If you don't go back, how will Xiao Nan go back?"

Ning Hui was still stunned in the taxi on the way home. Honestly, the pillows at home are fucking comfortable. When I leaned against the bed, Ning Hui's naked body, fresh from her bath, pressed against me like an eel, the soft, bone-deep sensation traveled from my hair to my toes. Ning Hui lovingly stroked my face, her full breasts pressed tightly against my chest. "Thank you, husband, you've lost weight."

"Hahaha, how could I lose weight so quickly?"

I reached out and stroked Ning Hui's bare back, my fingers sliding down her buttocks. "If you're going to lose weight, it's because I miss you."

Ning Hui seemed to receive some kind of revelation, suddenly making me lie on my back with my paws outstretched, then teasing my back with her nipples for a while. "Husband, you've worked hard. Today, I'll serve you well."

After saying that, she began to gently lick my spine with her nimble tongue, slowly sliding down, up, and down again. Just when I thought it was going to come up again, her tongue continued to slide down along the groove of my back and buttocks. What was she doing? "Ugh..."

My hands gripped the sheets tightly, my penis, pressed against the sheets, throbbed and swelled like an iron rod. All the pleasure in my body was under the control of Ning Hui's tongue, rolling with the rhythm of her tongue. Ning Hui's teeth were already lightly biting my buttocks, then her tongue parted the cleft and circled around my anus. One hand reached forward and grasped my penis, stroking it. As my body twisted to its maximum position, Ning Hui covered my anus with her warm, moist, and slippery tongue... An indescribable feeling surged through my body in an instant. My mind went blank, and I could only see countless chrysanthemums and a beautiful little silver snake dancing in the air. "Husband, I love you, I love you! I'll do anything you want! Husband, are you comfortable? I want you to be comfortable and happy!"

Ning Hui murmured as her tongue continued to lick and suck tightly on my anus. Never before had I felt such a surge of pleasure, a clash of titans. As my penis glistened and ejaculated in Ning Hui's hand, I felt my pleasure ultimately erupt from my anus onto Ning Hui's tongue. "Wife... I love you... I want to hear you... count... count for me!" In my daze, I heard Ning Hui's tongue still licking my anus, whimpering, "As long as you're happy, husband, I'll definitely count... count for you."

The next day, Ning Hui went to work on time. General Manager Wang had returned to China and was about to chair an important personnel meeting to discuss the formal candidates for several middle-management positions, including Ning Hui's position as public relations manager. The meeting proceeded as usual until the leaders gave their final opinions. It was General Manager Zheng's turn to speak. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with his middle finger before slowly and deliberately saying in an extremely strange and cold tone, "I have no objection to the other candidates, but I disagree with Ning Hui being elected as the Public Relations Manager."

General Manager Zheng's statement gave General Manager Wang a jolt, because Ning Hui was a candidate he had nominated despite not meeting the usual requirements. However, General Manager Wang's soldier-like posture remained unmoved. Perhaps he was thinking: This competition was bound to happen sooner or later, or perhaps it had already begun.

Chapter 11 The Competition is Approaching

General Manager Zheng continued, “I have three main concerns regarding Ning Hui. First, the group's regulations stipulate that promotions to department leadership positions require candidates to be at least 28 years old, and Ning Hui does not meet the age requirement. Second, Comrade Ning Hui has not effectively executed the tasks assigned by the leadership, causing numerous setbacks in the company's important work. Third, Ning Hui is not strict enough with herself in her daily life. She's a married woman, and every now and then, flowers of dubious origin are delivered to her; the office is practically turning into a flower shop! Comrades, what kind of behavior is this? Ah—”

General Manager Zheng finished speaking in a strange, inhuman tone. The meeting room immediately fell into a stagnant silence. At this moment, all the other attendees were focused on their own little corners of the room. Perhaps no one dared to look at General Manager Wang, but everyone certainly didn't want to look at General Manager Zheng—his aura was undeniable; General Manager Wang was imposing without being angry, with a robust physique and piercing gaze. General Manager Zheng, as if injected with adrenaline, stiffened his neck, still resembling a thin bean sprout—try putting gold-rimmed glasses on a bean sprout, what kind of image would that create? The two sides, locked in a silent standoff, seemed utterly disproportionate. General Manager Wang probably didn't even consider General Manager Zheng a worthy opponent. General Manager Zheng's Mandarin, a heavily accented version of what could be considered one of the most unpleasant human sounds, was, to General Manager Wang, perhaps equivalent to the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes in the Vietnamese jungle—those mosquitoes, a slap would only leave a few pools of blood! But General Manager Wang certainly wasn't interested in dealing with mosquitoes that relied on underhanded tactics to scavenge for blood; he was dealing with real Vietnamese devils on the battlefield, the kind of fight where it's either you or me. That kind of spectacle was something even General Manager Zheng, with his obvious traitorous air, had never seen before, not even Ning Zhufu had ever witnessed. It wasn't the kind of show where someone brandishes a knife, makes a few gestures in the air, and shouts to bolster their courage. It was the kind of show where a single cannon shot would blast half your body off, and while you were still brandishing the knife, a bullet would coldly pierce the back of your head, brains spilling out the front, and you'd collapse to the ground, mouthful of dirt, not even surviving… All this is to say, why would Mr. Wang take Mr. Zheng's antics today seriously? If Mr. Wang used one hand and Mr. Zheng used his whole body in a fight, with Mr. Wang's former PLA reconnaissance experience, even a half-meter-high pile of bricks would crash down with his palm strike; wouldn't Mr. Zheng be nothing more than a mosquito's bloodstain? But today, Mr. Wang was indeed facing a battlefield without gunpowder, a battle of wits to be won. From the day Mr. Wang arrived at the company, Mr. Zheng had already begun his scheming. His mistress, Fu Lili, was repeatedly ordered to seduce President Wang, even resorting to the drastic tactic of sneaking into his office without underwear. President Zheng's plan was to obtain crucial information and information about President Wang's movements, and incidentally take some explicit photos to deliver a fatal blow at a critical moment. However, President Wang didn't fall for it. Did he think Fu Lili wasn't attractive enough—in fact, to be fair, Fu Lili's looks are quite good among women—or had he already realized President Zheng's honey trap? It remains to be seen. President Zheng then instructed Fu Lili to implement a second plan—this second plan, no, who would be the target of this second plan? The most striking feature of President Wang's square face was his thick, dark eyebrows and a nose as imposing as Jackie Chan's, which made his masculine face look very manly. If it weren't for the occasional graying sideburns, no one would believe Mr. Wang if he claimed to be in his forties, because everyone would say that he looks no older than forty. In fact, considering his participation in the Vietnam War, even if he followed Dong Cunrui's example and lied about his age to join the army, Mr. Wang would be at least fifty years old now. Finally, General Manager Wang spoke, his voice like a landmine rolling across a battlefield. As the landmines detonated loudly, General Manager Wang's eyebrows and nose didn't even twitch: "Regarding Comrade Ning Hui's case, I'd like to make three points. First, as everyone saw on the evaluation form, Ning Hui was specifically noted as being promoted exceptionally—specifically, at her age! And I was the one who made that exception! Second, I believe the opposite is true. Comrade Ning Hui's work is exceptionally outstanding; she can handle everything independently, both internally and externally. The foreign investors also have a very high opinion of her, and their suggestion to promote her was also involved. Third, what's wrong with sending flowers? It shows that our company's women are charming! Besides, roses are pleasing to the eye in the office, and what's wrong with filling the office with the fragrance of roses? The company doesn't even have to pay for it. The company should be grateful to such a comrade. Therefore, I encourage all the female colleagues in our company to accept any flowers that come and place them on your desks, so that everyone's office will always be filled with the breath of spring!"

As soon as General Manager Wang finished speaking, "Clap...clap...clap..." someone started clapping. "Clap clap clap clap clap..."

Then, thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall. Only General Manager Zheng's neck remained stiff as a chicken's blood, his eyes darting behind his gold-rimmed glasses, frantically searching for who had clapped first. This scene in the hall was vividly recounted to Ning Hui's ears the moment she turned her back after the meeting. Xiao Li, the office worker who took the meeting minutes, was Ning Hui's best friend and idolized her immensely, constantly calling her "Sister Ning" and "Sister Hui." The problem was, Xiao Li had only just begun her story, getting to the point where General Manager Zheng was speaking, and hadn't even had a chance to mention General Manager Wang's thunderous speech that had elicited such applause, when Ning Hui had already stood up from her seat, tears welling in her eyes, and rushed towards General Manager Wang's office. "Sister Hui, where are you going? I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Xiao Li called out from behind. Back in the day, she had that stubborn streak of skipping class to go on a trip with a handsome foreign guy—that was nowhere to be found now. Ning Hui barged into President Wang's office, stood fiercely in front of his desk, her almond-shaped eyes darting to the side, her two bright white front teeth biting her soft lower lip until it was raw—a pose reminiscent of Liu Hulan's angry denunciation of the Kuomintang reactionaries. President Wang, who was reviewing documents, suddenly saw Ning Hulan's radiant image descend upon him. He didn't dare to be negligent and quickly stood up, smiling and nodding: "Oh, I thought it was Liu Hulan, but it's Ning Hulan."

President Wang walked steadily from his desk to her: "Come, Xiao Ning, let's sit down and talk."

Ning Hui remained standing. The most alluring part of this woman when she was truly angry was undoubtedly her chest. Her rapid breathing was like a mountain breeze blowing across two small hills, and Ning Hui's chest swayed there like those hills in the wind. President Wang reached out and gently patted Ning Hui's shoulder: "Sit down and talk. You can still criticize the reactionaries while sitting down, Comrade Ning Hulan."

Ning Hui then sat down, her upper body remaining in the same position. Mr. Wang poured Ning Hui a glass of water: "Little Ning, what's wrong today? You look so aggrieved. Did your husband bully you? I'll have the Women's Federation comrades give him a good talking to later."

Mr. Wang's easygoing and approachable manner finally made the tears that Ning Hui had been holding back for so long turn into large raindrops, falling down her beautiful face: "Why did Mr. Zheng say that I didn't perform my job well? I didn't even have time to take care of my father's surgery and was on a business trip. I...I..." "Hehe, so that's what it was about. Little Ning, you did a good job with your intelligence work. We just finished talking about it."

"Besides, so many people wanted to send me flowers and I didn't even recognize them. How can you blame me?"

"Yes, you have to blame your mother for giving birth to such a beautiful daughter..."

Mr. Wang slowed down his speech when he mentioned his daughter, and his expression suddenly became wistful. "He...he, President Zheng, is bullying me!"

Ning Hui's tears turned from a light drizzle to a moderate downpour, but ultimately didn't turn into a heavier rain, because she swallowed back the words about President Zheng arranging for her to attend the dinner with Bank Manager Feng that day. "I know the situation, don't think too much about it. The company will give you a fair explanation."

President Wang said in a serious tone, picking up a tissue from the coffee table and handing it to Ning Hui, "You just said your dad had surgery? What happened to your dad?"

It was clear that Ning Hui had gone through a fierce internal struggle. After a moment of silence, she finally told the truth: "While I was away on a business trip for a few days, my dad broke his leg."

That day, I had no idea that such a fierce competition was taking place at Ning Hui's company regarding her promotion. Early in the morning, after Ning Hui left for work, I went to the market, came back, busied myself starting a fire to make a pot of bone broth, cooked a fish and two side dishes, and then rushed to the hospital. Ning Hui usually didn't come home for lunch, eating at the company cafeteria. My parents-in-law and I ate lunch at the hospital, and then I stayed with my father-in-law while my mother-in-law slept soundly on the nursing bed. It wasn't until 3 pm that my mother-in-law woke up and insisted I go home to rest, saying I couldn't let Ning Hui know if I overworked myself. This mother-in-law truly dotes on her son-in-law. When I got home, I wasn't sleepy at all, so I turned on my computer and continued working on my manuscript. It was almost six o'clock. I was about to get up to go to the hospital again when I suddenly felt a sudden, earthquake-like dizziness. I couldn't stand up, so I lay down on the bed, intending to rest a bit before continuing my journey. But this lie down was no match for the clutches of sleep. I only vaguely remember that in the final moment of succumbing to sleep, I smiled and murmured, "Good, now I can go back to Longmen to see. Jin Xiangyu,

here I come!" Unfortunately, I slept through the rest of the journey, and there was no sign of Jin Xiangyu, not even a tuna. I felt incredibly dizzy, and saw burdock flowers flying everywhere, spinning incessantly. No, those weren't burdock flowers, they were damn cowhide envelopes! One of them even floated down and landed on the bedside table… I immediately broke out in a cold sweat and woke up instantly. I opened my eyes—oh my god! There really was a manila envelope on the bedside table. I opened it and wow, inside was exactly ten thousand yuan, the bank seal still intact! Cold sweat poured down my face, and I pinched my arm frantically—my arm hurt too! Just before I screamed for help, I finally noticed Ning Hui's handbag and phone lying next to the envelope, and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. It turned out my wife was back! "Honey, you've been working so quietly! Even the Japanese wouldn't be this quiet when they invade a village! You scared me half to death!"

"Honey, you've been working so hard these past few days. I didn't want to disturb you when I got home and saw you sleeping so soundly."

Ning Hui's voice came from the bathroom. "Oh, what's with this ten thousand yuan?"

This manila envelope is exactly the same as the one Boss Qiu gave me! I just remembered that the model competition is still about ten days away. Boss Qiu is really patient. Was my premonition that this wasn't over yet wrong? "Today, General Manager Wang visited my dad in the hospital on behalf of the company. He left this 10,000 yuan when he left. I initially refused, but General Manager Wang said it was a company condolence payment, something about a policy called 'Condolence Payment for Sick Immediate Family Members,' so I accepted it."

"Tsk tsk, what kind of benefits does this company offer? They really think of their employees."

"I called your cell phone at five o'clock, intending to tell you that General Manager Wang was visiting my dad, but your phone was off, probably out of battery."

I was so busy I didn't even notice my phone was dead. I quickly took out the charger and asked Ning Hui, "What time is it?"

"A little after eight."

No sooner said than done, as soon as my phone was plugged in, a call came in as if it had eyes. It was Mr. Dao: "Hello Mr. Nan, our car has been waiting downstairs for a long time. Chairman Qiu invites you tonight, please do us the honor."

The big fish… finally showed up. If the big shot behind the scenes doesn't make an appearance, how can this play continue? —Let the storm rage on! —Ning, the cook, was determined to meet this legendary figure from the underworld, even though my heart was pounding and a chill ran down my spine. Ning Hui emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe. Seeing me get up to leave, she rushed towards me, her body radiating the intoxicating scent of a woman after a bath, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck: "Whose call was that? Where are you going, honey?" "Mr.

Qiao… he wants to meet me for tea to discuss some business."

I ultimately didn't tell Ning Hui that her husband's meeting was actually with the treacherous underworld. What kind of drama was unfolding tonight? A trap or a duel between two heroes? Weren't they all just pure, testosterone-fueled dramas for men—and what man doesn't harbor a deep-seated dream of the underworld since childhood? I didn't want Ning Hui to worry too much. Ning Hui gently opened her lips and gave me a deep French kiss, drawing my tongue tightly into her moist, smooth mouth, sucking and nibbling at it gently. Ning Hui had told me that this was her favorite way to kiss me. "Honey, don't come home too late. You've been so tired these past few days, it breaks my heart."

Dao Ba drove me through the city's massive traffic, past countless neon-lit streets, until we reached a still-glowing avenue. We stopped in front of a grand, modern, and opulently decorated building. Above the building entrance, a huge neon sign flickered ambiguously in the night: "Fu Li Nightclub." My heart pounded instantly—the legendary Fu Li Nightclub was right before my eyes! This city is rife with legends about this opulent nightclub. It's said you can find girls from all over Europe, North and South America, Africa, and Asia there, and many local Chinese beauties can even chat fluently in English, flirting and teasing each other… As I passed the building entrance, a bearded Indian doorman bowed very humbly at a 70-degree angle, opened the door for me, and then uttered a broken, heavily accented Indian curry-sounding "welcome to club." Navigating the complex, maze-like alleyways and corridors inside, Daoba led me to a performance hall that could hold a little over a hundred people. A T-shaped stage extended halfway into the hall, with a steel pipe standing in the middle, sparking the imagination. About twenty tables were arranged in a banquet style, already packed with people; the dim lighting couldn't conceal the crowd. The hall was filled with the hustle and bustle of anticipation before a grand feast began. Several waitresses, all dressed in matching bikinis, flitted about like butterflies, serving drinks and food to the guests. Their ample bosoms, barely contained by the small pieces of fabric, were instantly alluring under the lights. Above the stage was a second-floor platform, separated by several private rooms. Dao Ba led me directly to the central room. Facing the stage were two sofas, separated by an antique-style coffee table. Boss Qiu was already seated on the left sofa, while the right one was empty for Ning, the cook—the setup looked like he was waiting for another big shot to conduct a gang-related negotiation. Was this a negotiation to redefine territory or to divide protection money? But I was just a cook, not some gangster boss. What exactly was Boss Qiu up to? Who was this "Sister Number 9" that had provoked Boss Qiu to such an extent? "Making a scene?" Boss Qiu didn't stand up, but just sat there with an air of authority, extending his hand to shake mine, then gesturing for me to sit down: "Perfect timing, the show's about to start."

He then picked up an open, gold-plated box from the coffee table. "Want a cigar? Brought back from Cuba."

Only then did I have a chance to examine Boss Qiu's face up close. Boss Qiu's bald head had noticeably softer lines than Dao Ba's, more like a curved blade than a cleaver. But his thin face was sharply defined, revealing almost no information that could convey any emotion. His eyes were always half-closed, and his mouth was always half-open—is this the sleepy look of all big shots? Only the deep, knife-carved lines on his forehead seemed to tell a story of chivalry, loyalty, and grudges in the martial world. To me, these lines were far more profound and storied than the bloody, ruthless scars on Dao Ba's arms. Although he and Ning Hui... I'd almost quit smoking since getting married, but what Boss Qiu was offering wasn't cigarettes, but cigars from Cuba—I took one, lit it, and immediately felt a salty, humid Caribbean breeze hit me. The Caribbean, just the name alone evokes a sense of exoticism that's almost heartbreaking. The performance began. The view from this box was perfect, a complete view of the stage. To the sizzling music and rhythm, a woman in a bikini was already performing incredibly provocative dance moves around the pole on stage. The inventor of pole dancing was a fucking genius, establishing an indescribable connection between the pole, a symbol of male sexuality, and the female body through the language of dance. The woman before me was incredibly flexible, her body sometimes dangling, sometimes intertwined with the pole, her limbs interacting gracefully and sensually with it, perfectly illustrating the relationship between women and male sexuality. "I know Mr. Nan's writing is very powerful."

Boss Qiu slowly said, "Although I am a rough man, I have always admired cultured people and am very willing to make friends with them."

"Boss Qiu, you flatter me."

Hearing such praise always stirs up a bit of vanity in people's hearts, and I suddenly remembered something that could arouse my cultural inclinations: "I think I saw that your real estate's advertising slogan has been changed? The change is quite interesting."

"I asked them to change it. Is it interesting?"

Boss Qiu looked at me properly for the first time. "It's just that the two sentences were switched. I've always felt that that kind of artsy and fresh style doesn't quite match the temperament of Jiang Sheng Group."

I don't even know why I brought this up. "I did design an advertising slogan for your company. I wonder if I should embarrass myself by showing it here?"

"Go ahead, I would be more than happy to."

Boss Qiu even offered up the traditional gesture of clasping his hands in a fist. "The beauty of the landscape lies in the 'grasp' of the view. 'Grasp' here means 'to hold hands.'"

I exhaled a puff of my cigar, a sense of pride rising with the smoke. I knew that Ning Zhufu's literary vanity finally had a chance to shine—but objectively speaking, it was indeed a good phrase. "Truly, Mr. Nan is a master."

Boss Qiu's expression seemed to brighten: "I completely understand the meaning of Mr. Nan's words, a fine phrase!"

Suddenly, the music and lights in the hall went out, paused for three seconds, and then came back on simultaneously. The music was even more intense and rousing than before. It turned out that the woman was spinning rapidly around the pole, her two pieces of clothing on her upper body nowhere to be seen, her naked breasts swaying violently into two dazzling white lights. The hall erupted in a cacophony of whistles and shouts… When five tall women, draped in sheer veils, entered the stage, the atmosphere of the entire performance reached its boiling point—beneath those veils were five truly naked women, their flesh exposed, a dazzling display of white skin. The woman in the middle, a head taller than the others, turned out to be a blonde, blue-eyed Caucasian. Her provocative and flamboyant expression was as if the veil couldn't contain her ample breasts, which stood out prominently and exaggeratedly, their scarlet nipples peeking out from beneath the thin fabric. Her long, shapely legs and the powerful, contorted lines of her body conveyed the fiery passion and fervor within her. The five women, in unison, used sexy and alluring poses to tease each other with their veils. Five pairs of full breasts, five pairs of long legs, and five snow-white buttocks, sometimes partially concealed by the veil, sometimes completely exposed, were illuminated in real time by the lighting technician, who created a constantly shifting, colorful play of light and shadow, transforming the entire stage into a visual feast of rolling waves of flesh. The DJ's music eventually dwindled to just a single, high-pitched female voice moaning, desperately stimulating the adrenaline and fervent desires of the crowd: "Oh yes...oh yes...oh yes..."

I admit that at that moment, I was lost in the chaos, along with everyone else in the hall, submerged in the boundless sea of depraved flesh. I felt a dark desire rising uncontrollably within me with each increasingly loud "oh yes." My eyes were fixed on the five tufts of black hair between the legs of five naked, beautiful women. The women's legs were constantly spreading, causing the tufts to throb and expand dynamically. My desire was to drown myself in those five tufts of black hair, to let them surround me, warm me, until I suffocated... "Ah..."

I let out a long sigh. Oh, Ning, how could a pubic hair fetishist like you bear such a scene? Just then, I heard Boss Qiu's soft voice: "The one in the middle is a Russian girl with a very nice name, Katyusha. Mr. Nan, if you're interested, you can pick any of the girls above. Just tell me who you like."

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