Heading Towards the Abyss of Cuckoldry - Chapter Fifteen

The next day, in the office. I was reviewing project documents when Zhang Aiying knocked and came in.
"Mr. Fang, this is the company's business report for the last quarter that I have compiled. Please take a look and see if there are any problems."
Zhang Aiying placed a file folder in front of me.
"You got it done so quickly? Wow, Xiaoying, you've only been with the company for six months, but you're getting more and more efficient."
I gave her a thumbs up and praised her.
"It's all thanks to Mr. Fang's excellent guidance and the great care from my colleagues."
Zhang Aiying smiled modestly.
"Hmm...not bad, there are no problems. Have you checked all the data?"
I opened the file folder, took out the documents, looked them over, and asked a question.
"Everything has been checked. This morning I had all the departments double-check the relevant data, and there are no problems."
Zhang Aiying nodded affirmatively.
"Good job! I'll give you credit for that."
"Thank you, Mr. Fang. If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work now."
Just as Zhang Aiying was about to leave, she seemed to remember something and turned back to ask, "By the way, Mr. Fang, there's something I'd like to ask you, but it's not work-related, so I'm embarrassed to ask."
"Just tell me what's wrong, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Thank you, Mr. Fang. Actually, it's about Sister Yang's photoshoot. I don't know if she mentioned it to you last night."
"About the photo shoot? She didn't say anything last night, what's wrong?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Oh, maybe Sister Yang forgot. When we were chatting, she told me she wanted to have a photoshoot."
"Oh, is that so? That Xiaojuan is really something. If she wanted to take pictures, she should have just done so. Why did she have to hide it from me?"
I smiled. No wonder Zhang Aiying told his wife last night before leaving that he must show her his new works so they could learn from and exchange ideas.
"Alright, I'll ask her about it when I get back tonight. But Xiaoying, you're also interested in having a photoshoot?"
"I was mainly envious after seeing Sister Yang's masterpiece, and the set design in the shooting studio was also very beautiful. I'm not as good-looking as Sister Yang, so I can only admire her from afar," Zhang Aiying said somewhat shyly.
"Haha, Xiaoying, don't underestimate yourself. To be honest, you're quite pretty."
I'm not just trying to comfort her; this is truly what I feel. Although Zhang Aiying isn't as beautiful as my wife, she's still a classic beauty with a well-proportioned figure. Her most striking feature is that she's very pleasing to the eye.
"Thank you, Mr. Fang." Zhang Aiying seemed a little shy upon hearing my praise...
When I got home after a long day at work, it was already 8 p.m., and my wife still hadn't returned. I wondered if she was busy working overtime or in a meeting; she hadn't even called, which was unlike her usual self. Before, if my wife knew she wouldn't be home on time, she would always call or text me, saying she had to work or be in a meeting, etc.
I hastily ate dinner and thought about calling my wife to ask why she hadn't come home yet, but in the end I didn't dial the number. Maybe she was driving right now, and calling would only distract her, so I decided against it.
Out of boredom, I suddenly remembered my wife's photoshoot and thought I'd take this opportunity to admire it. It hadn't been touched since Zhou Liming looked at it once.
With that thought in mind, I found the DVD and put it into the player. Soon, the familiar menu appeared on the TV screen.
I started looking at the photos from the very first one. The photos were like a slideshow, slowly turning the pages one by one to the accompaniment of soft background music. Seeing my wife's beautiful image in the photos, I couldn't help but become captivated.
The red dress, resembling a formal gown for a banquet, looked incredibly elegant and beautiful on my wife. The high slit on the right side revealed her long, fair legs – a masterpiece of nature!
The only thing I found a little regrettable was that my wife still didn't wear high heels for that photoshoot; she was wearing low heels instead. If she had worn high heels, her figure would definitely have looked even better.
Then I remembered the sexy outfit I bought for my wife on her birthday. When she comes back, I must persuade her to wear it. Oh yes, and the high heels too, even though my wife only has one pair of high heels, the pointed-toe stiletto rhinestone bridal shoes she wore at the wedding.
As I imagined my wife in this outfit, my crotch bulged up again, much to my dismay.
"Buzz," the phone on the coffee table rang. I swiped the screen and saw a WeChat message from my wife: Honey, I just finished working overtime and I'll be home soon. Don't worry about me.
I shook my head. In the past, if something happened, they would have messaged me long ago, but today they only messaged me afterward.
My friend, the one nicknamed "Adulterous Wife," hasn't made a move today either. She promised to send me a video last night, but I don't know when that will happen. I subconsciously opened her chat window; the previous photos and videos were still there.
I started watching the five-minute video. Thinking that my wife wasn't home, I turned up the volume, and immediately I could hear a woman's panting and moaning. The woman's voice was very beautiful and had a strange allure.
At that moment, I was particularly curious about what this woman looked like. Based on my guess, she must be a beauty. Especially after chatting with her last night, I told her that my wife was very beautiful, and she said that she used to be just like my wife. Although it was a text chat, it wasn't hard to see her confidence in her replies.
Just then, I suddenly heard the sound of keys being fumbled outside the door.
My wife must be back. I quickly turned off the video like a thief. Sure enough, the door opened and my wife walked in looking tired.
"You must be exhausted. Sit down and rest."
I walked over, took her little hand, and sat her down on the sofa.
For some reason, my wife's hands were a little cold. It's already June, this shouldn't be happening.
"Do you have a cold? Your hands are so cold."
I casually brushed her hair aside and touched her forehead; it wasn't hot at all.
"I'm fine. Have you eaten?"
My wife seemed to instinctively pull away from my hand and asked.
"Sigh, you're not home again, so the food was tasteless and we just grabbed a quick bite."
"I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner, but... I've been a bit busy with work," the wife said apologetically.
"Why are you apologizing? I'm not blaming you."
I reached out and playfully flicked her nose.
The wife looked up at the TV screen and saw her photos on it; her expression changed.
"You...you're looking at this?"
"Yeah, seeing that you haven't come back for so long, I can only find some entertainment on my own, so I'll look at these beautiful photos of my wife."
"husband……"
My wife looked away, her cold fingers gripping my right hand tightly.
"What's wrong?"
"No matter what happens from now on, you must eat properly. Whatever happens, you must take care of yourself, okay?"
I was slightly taken aback, not quite understanding what my wife meant by those words; she seemed somewhat incoherent. And her bright eyes gazed at me calmly, as if they held a thousand unspoken words.
"Promise me... okay?" His wife's voice trembled slightly.

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