The most genuine feelings of a young couple

2009 was a year of failure for me. At 26, I accomplished nothing. I'd been stuck in a small private company doing tedious legal work for two years. The company didn't have any major business, so there weren't any big legal disputes. The only thing the company could focus on was improving skills and increasing sales. No one appreciated or understood my legal position; in their eyes, I was just a dispensable person. Even the newest employees had become key personnel, gesturing and praising me. Yet I remained complacent, spending my days counting down the days, only going out to collect debts and then leaving early to go home and rest. My achievements during this time were playing countless games and a significant improvement in my cooking skills. Looking back, compared to my status as a graduate of a prestigious university… And what happened afterward, at that time it was a period where I couldn't see any desire.
Watching them walk into the sushi restaurant, laughing and talking, I felt a mix of anticipation and jealousy. I wondered what kind of story would unfold between them. I tiptoed to the entrance of the sushi restaurant, almost scared me so much that I immediately turned back. Unexpectedly, my wife and the boy simply sat down at the turntable and didn't go to a private room alone. Watching them eat and chat like friends, I felt a pang of melancholy. Only those who have experienced it can understand this feeling—both anticipating and fearing what might happen. Perhaps this is how we like to stir up our romantic feelings.
Next, I'll introduce the reason I'm content with the status quo: my wife. My
wife and I met in 2003... The online chat was bizarre; at the time, she was also involved with another online friend—or rather, she was in a failed online romance. After six months of getting to know each other, my wife and I planned our first meeting, which took place in her rented apartment. The journey from the university to the apartment is unforgettable. The first thing my wife and I did upon meeting her online friend was to go to her rented room. I must say, my wife had a yearning for sex and for the unknown.
To be honest, I was still very naive back then. This not only meant I was a genuine virgin, but also because we didn't actually have sex until three weeks after the meeting. During that time, I kept thinking about whether my wife was my other half, and even now... Up until now, I have firmly believed in my decision; once made, it cannot be changed, because it is a promise. A promise for life: responsibility to my wife comes from honesty towards her.
That's all for the preamble, so let's get back to the main point. When a once-admired boyfriend falls into a state of aimlessness, drifting through life, and spending a woman's money, the woman usually makes one decision: to break up.
However, by 2009, my wife and I had been in a relationship for seven years. For her, I gave up my civil service position at a prestigious company and went to a completely unfamiliar place. Coupled with my somewhat introverted personality at the time, I hadn't been able to find a good job. Plus, we had already bought a house and completed the renovations—of course, this cost 70% of the money. All of this came from her income, and with her family pressuring her to get married soon, breaking up at that point was simply impossible for her, even though she was already suffering from "marriage phobia." As for me writing this now, I'm actually quite shy. If I had been bolder, if I had left that small factory earlier, perhaps my talents would be even more abundant now. My
wife holds a senior position in a listed company, rising from a junior employee to management in just one year—a situation extremely similar to my later experience. At that time, my monthly income was only 2,000 yuan, while my wife's monthly income exceeded 10,000 yuan. Although we weren't married then, we shared our money. Major expenses, including buying a house, renovations, and appliances, were all paid for with my wife's money. In her words now: at that time, she had essentially given up on my income. When I repeatedly tried to find me jobs, only to be rejected by my fragile self, she felt hopeless. She even thought that as long as our love still existed, she was willing to be with me, but she wasn't sure about marriage. This... The mere income gap is enough to deter a man who can't even face social competition. Who would dare build a family with him that can provide shelter from the storms of life? I must say, I understand now. But back then, my own ridiculous pride prevented me from admitting it. I blindly hypnotized myself, believing my wife had changed, when in reality, it was my own twisted heart that had changed. This
silent struggle continued, even when other attempts were made to dilute it, it remained, like a hidden reef in the sea—seemingly calm, but with undercurrents surging beneath. Surge of emotion. During that time, my wife, citing her demanding work schedule, refused to have sex with me. She was indeed very busy then, so busy that she had to squeeze in every second to drink water. However, I believe the deeper reason was her weariness of me, weariness of everything about me.
All of this ended in a busy month of 2009 when she went to an unfamiliar northern city to attend a group meeting. Her goal was to exchange ideas with her colleagues in the same position, and of course, she had another goal: to meet a male colleague she knew well. From the moment she embarked on her journey... The moment I arrived home, I was completely unaware of everything that had happened. I was still oblivious, engrossed in counting the countless stars in "The Founding of a Republic." It wasn't until I discovered the text messages and my furious outburst when I confronted her that I realized the root of the problem wasn't her; it was all because of me. But all of that is now like smoke in the wind. What I care about now is my wife's feelings at that time.
I can imagine what they were feeling when they were together. My wife had escaped a negative life; the unexpected affair had made her heart flutter, even just eye contact allowed her suppressed emotions to burst forth.
In later conversations with my wife, she emphasized how much she valued this feeling. Unfortunately, I was blinded by anger and didn't truly understand it. I want to say that if I had listened carefully to my wife's feelings then, perhaps I would have found more happiness.
My wife met him on her first night at the hotel, in his room. My wife and he sat alone in the room, what were they thinking? It goes without saying. However, she was menstruating, which definitely dampened the romance considerably.
She inadvertently revealed her feet, a part of my wife that she was very proud of. Her slender, lotus-root-like feet in high heels could make any man lose his composure. Unfortunately, he was only attracted, but didn't take any action. A bland "Your feet are so beautiful" wasn't enough to ignite my wife's passion. I kept thinking, what if I had embraced her at that moment, gently taken off her high heels, and revealed her big toe... ┬亩睦掀呕嵴嬲關枥孤穑浚』蛐硭苤鞫言率碌牡敉,煤鹤拥牧α咳コu庵质笨蹋,绮谎乓幌虮3终庵置颐业植坏媒龅母械剑,囟ㄈ昧奖叨家厝衔芽埃,欠裼φ鼻孜Qian Shun said that he was like a lucky cough, and he was like a clown, and he was like a servant. He was like a clown ... Before the door opened, we were merely data composed of countless bytes online. But at the moment the door opened, we would no longer be thoughts; our bodies would gradually become full, and every inch of teasing and caressing would subject our spirit and flesh to an unprecedented shock.
The next day, he had to leave, returning to China's most modern city. His wife was somewhat reluctant to let him go. Perhaps this was an illusion, a reality that could never truly happen. She would have to return to that mountain town, living that dull life, watching that happiness devoid of desire gradually wither away. On his way to the train station, his wife texted him constantly, sometimes exchanging phone calls to express their care for each other. Last night's events seemed to have become the past, and everything seemed normal again.
However, of course, nothing is without its ups and downs. If fate requires your meeting, then it will spare no effort, even if it creates a disaster. His train was canceled due to heavy snow, and he would return to the hotel that night. By then, he had decided to spend the night with his wife, as if she were already standing before him, ready to give him a tender kiss.
That evening, his wife was so eager to meet him. They agreed to meet on this snowy night, ostensibly for "work," as if the first to speak was easily hurt. It could only be unintentional, a deliberate act. He sipped his drinks slowly, their conversation about work ambiguous, but his mind was already fixed on his wife's magnificent breasts. If he could, he would caress these lovely treasures, making them happy with his tongue. His wife, at the same time, thought the same thing: if he could, she would give him her body that night. As long as it wasn't direct sexual intercourse, what was wrong with that? Of course, if passion ignited, no one could guarantee what might happen. Without the constraints of marriage, away from boring opportunities, all an unmarried couple needed was a nod from each other.
Leaving the drink shop, the dazed couple anticipated that moment, but the decision ultimately rested with him. As the hotel lights began to appear, he finally stopped, his hands suddenly gripping his wife's shoulders. At that moment, their eyes met, sparks flew, and their lips met. As their tongues intertwined, as his hands caressed her back and breasts, as his penis touched her waist and abdomen... Thinking about this always fills me with inexplicable joy, to the point that I often dream of it later. My wife, at this moment, has transformed into a rose, needing the butterfly to kiss her bud and suckle her sweet name. And at this moment, his penis is also ready to be roused. If he could, he would want his wife to kiss his weapon, and he would also want to explore his wife's little flower garden with his tongue.
But I must say he didn't do it well. His wife didn't gain anything more from him; the lack of passion might be his problem, because at this moment he was more focused on enjoying a woman, and he didn't consider the woman's enjoyment. Perhaps all his wife saw was a beast, a beast needing to mate, and the feeling of love was greatly diminished.
So, in the second week of getting to know each other better, I decided to have him video chat with his wife. This time, she was incredibly shy and hesitant, which only increased Tao's interest. At the same time, his wife was quite satisfied with his handsome appearance. During this time, I suggested they meet the next day. This abrupt request made her hesitate, because it wasn't the weekend, and Tao still had to finish his graduate studies. But who would give up an opportunity to meet a handsome man?
She had to continue spending time with someone she didn't like, someone she was tired of.
She said, "I'm on my period." One sentence, and this man backed down. If it were me, how could I give up? Spending a night with someone you like is such a pleasant thing. Now, it seems he was more lustful than loving, while his wife was more lustful than excited.
But it didn't stop there. If a man's desires aren't satisfied, he's willing to prolong the time.
I wasn't surprised by Tao's agreement. My wife's reaction surprised me. As I lay down on the bed, regretful thoughts resurfaced. I tentatively asked her if we could cancel tomorrow. Unexpectedly, this made her extremely upset. She told me clearly that tomorrow it was either we went or we shouldn't play this game at all.
Back in the hotel elevator, his heart was pounding. The moment the elevator stopped on his floor, he grabbed his wife's hand and rushed out. How could he let his prized possession fly away? In the dark stairwell, he kissed his wife passionately, caressing her body, savoring her sweetness through her clothes. And his wife?
She must have been worried about whether her neighbors or colleagues would pass by, and whether he would have sex with her in the stairwell. She wanted a safe and peaceful environment, enjoying everything. Now, he was giving her more stimulation than pleasure. He held her buttocks and thrust forward forcefully, the friction of his penis stimulating her relentlessly. His wife, feeling his passion, was sharing everything. The caresses and stimulation made her gasp softly, her voice low, her pent-up desire like a high-pressure pressure, leaving her unsatisfied. She unbuttoned her clothes, allowing his hands to enter her body, caressing her breasts. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, and her pleasure was indescribable. If they weren't in the room, she would definitely wash herself in the bathroom and then hold him. The question then became, "How long can he last?" Although everything ended at the moment of penetration, his wife could never forget this experience. I often use the vibrator, saying that man's name, and she usually climaxes quickly because it's just that one step away, and that one step always evokes memories of an ambiguous encounter in 2010.
However, no one could have imagined that all the medals and awards couldn't compare to this deputy director of the Public Security Bureau's "vacation-style treatment" in 2013. I'm not talking about politics! I just want to illustrate that fate is often not in your own hands.
After our most intense and unprecedented argument with my wife, we both began to reflect on what we had done for each other over the past two years. Three days after the argument, my wife suddenly told me, "I want to marry you tomorrow. Because she has no other choice, even if it means divorcing the day after the wedding." As fate would have it, at the end of 2009, we finally completed our long-term relationship, and our marriage was built during the most difficult time of our romance. At that moment, we both knew how deeply we loved each other.
Three months later, taking advantage of an offer from another multinational company, my wife resolutely chose to resign. This moved me deeply. She left this job she loved, not because of the key position and generous compensation, but because she no longer wanted to face that ambiguous relationship.
And me?! To be honest, nothing changed this year. Although I sent out resumes online every day, the results were always disappointing. This severely damaged my self-esteem. Coupled with my wife's previous statement, "Even if we divorce the day after we get married," I was constantly filled with resentment towards her betrayal. I had nowhere to hide, and I couldn't justify myself. So I became addicted to the internet, and that's when I met married women. I hoped they could give me an answer, help me understand why! Browsing through their posts, asking and answering questions, I met a large group of true friends. They changed my arrogant and selfish attitude towards life, advocating the respectful view that "those who love others will always be loved." Only then did I realize that I hadn't given my wife even a little love and respect!
Like the opening line, "Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring," perhaps my boss saw me doing too much work and thought it was a waste to pay me only 2000 yuan. So they sent me to his younger brother's company. Ironically, this didn't mean I changed companies; I still had to work at my previous boss's company, doing two jobs with the same salary. Unlike the previous manufacturing company, the new company was focused on investment and employment, and I was assigned to debt collection. Every time I toiled under the scorching sun and in temperatures exceeding 40 degrees Celsius, delivering orders and processing paperwork throughout the city, I was once again ignored by this new company, treated like another menial assistant, except for one person. It was this person who discovered my abilities, who realized that I had recovered a debt that the company hadn't collected for over five years in just three months. It was also this person who led me down the path of finance. In the next 20 crucial years, I followed him away from that company and joined a large corporation, achieving the legendary feat of rising from an ordinary employee to a vice president in just a year and a half—but that's another story. What I want to say now is that he valued me highly, and I regarded him as my mentor. He promoted me from among his many underlings to a frontline position, opening up a new path for me.
No one knows what tomorrow will bring. This topic holds special significance for the city of Chongqing. In 2010, Mr. Wen, the deputy director of the Chongqing Public Security Bureau, was ousted by another deputy director of the Public Security Bureau.
That period was quite busy; I often worked late into the night, and my wife felt especially sorry for me seeing how exhausted I was. I didn't dare tell her that despite all this work, my salary hadn't changed; I was just "working for nothing." After that incident, my wife changed jobs and wasn't as exhausted as before. Her libido gradually returned, but I was always struggling to keep up. The pressure of work left me with no energy left to even "do anything." During this time, I often used a vibrator, and whenever I mentioned that name that my wife considered taboo, she would quickly reach orgasm and then throw a tantrum, saying I was never allowed to say his name again.
While avoiding mentioning that name, I also started telling her some of my family values. My wife was sometimes surprised; she couldn't believe that someone as dull and rigid as me, focused on a mundane job, would have such progressive ideas, even though she approved of them.
Three months have passed in the blink of an eye. My wife has fully accepted these unconventional ideas and always shares her work experiences with me. Her clothing style has also gradually changed; her previous standard business suits have been replaced by a more alluring, seductive look. This has surprised her male colleagues at work; no one would have imagined that their usually meticulous, even strict, wife could have such a sexy and seductive side.
And this is where the other male protagonist of this story appears.
My wife told me that this young man is from a Southeast Asian country. At 25, thanks to his natural English skills and professional background, he became the secretary to the chairman of the Greater China region for this Western company, and was transferred from Hong Kong to Chongqing to head the general manager's office. Such a young and talented man has always been my wife's type, and this young man is also deeply in love with her. They often discuss other things while discussing work, such as the young man's deep regret about his wife's marital status.
One night, my wife told me that she and that boy had talked about sex. The boy told her all about his experiences, and as I listened to her detailed account, I could sense that she had something to say. At that moment, I hugged my wife and told her that if she was interested, we could try it. My wife quickly pulled away, saying it was just a joke, but all of this couldn't be hidden from her. Her heart was already overflowing with desire. That night, we made love, and it had been a long time since we had such unbridled freedom.
To be honest, at that time, I was still quite conservative about confronting my wife's thoughts. I often made up my mind first, then regretted it later, which put a lot of pressure on my wife. I think many friends have gone through this process, which made her afraid to do anything, fearing that it would cause a crack in our marriage.
Until one evening in 2010, my wife told me that the boy was being transferred to headquarters and hoped that they could have dinner together the next night. After hesitating for a moment, I agreed.
This morning, my wife hesitated over what to wear, repeatedly asking me whether she looked better in long boots or flats, which made me feel incredibly jealous and resentful. However, as her husband, seeing her in thin stockings on such a cold day, I was more worried about her catching a cold. I repeatedly told her to keep her knees covered before letting her out. Honestly
, my wife is really sexy, with a classic full bust and shapely hips, and her lack of curves makes her particularly alluring. Wearing a white down jacket, black stockings, and high-heeled boots, and then placing her in someone else's arms—this almost led to a breakup six months ago. I never imagined that six months later, I would be the one taking care of my precious daughter.
What I didn't expect was that the next day I was practically unable to work. Every moment, I couldn't stop thinking about my wife. Would the boy treat her well? Would she catch a cold? Would our marriage be affected? The image of my wife's shapely buttocks, hidden beneath her black stockings, kept flashing before my eyes, like a door or window waiting to be opened and closed. My hand, which had been about to dial the number, suddenly stopped before I could even press the key. On a whim, I lied to my company and took a taxi to my wife's office building. I sat down in a coffee shop diagonally opposite the main entrance, waiting for them to leave.
At 5:30 pm, my wife walked out of the main entrance and headed straight for the nearby shopping area. Her white down jacket was particularly eye-catching. I followed her about fifty meters away and watched her go into a leather goods store and buy a belt, presumably a farewell gift for the boy. I had a wild idea in my mind: giving a belt might mean giving her clothes off.
Suddenly, I saw my wife waving. Through the crowd, a man who looked to be in his twenties... The man waved back. My wife definitely had good taste; he was wearing a casual suit, about 1 meter tall, with a strong build, and a handsome face with a sunny smile. Looking back at myself, I even felt like I lived in two different worlds. The moment I met him, I actually created a decent imaginary rival for myself. Although even now, I don't dare say I've surpassed him in my career, at least it gave me the motivation to strive. A man is just like... Perhaps only a man with absolute certainty dares to give his wife freedom.
But for me, certainty is measured more by whether I've achieved greater success in my career.
So I waited, went to the noodle shop next door to get a bowl of noodles, and about twenty minutes later, my wife suddenly sent me a text message telling me to pick her up at the sushi restaurant in the shopping district in half an hour. I pretended to be nonchalant, then suddenly... She tilted her head, her finger tracing circles on the table, and said almost casually, "Some things are meant to be ambiguous; if something else is added, it becomes less beautiful." Then, she suddenly pulled the box of belts from her bag and said, "Honey, this is for you. You should start sucking in your belly. Thank you for your trust in me." For a moment, I was at a loss. I was the one who proposed the idea, the one who changed it, the one who distrusted, and the one who followed suit. Some of my thoughts gradually began to change, and a belief slowly formed in my heart, which finally led to our 20th anniversary test.
A Test in the Tense Year of 2020
As the New Year's bells rang, the new year arrived. The Christian custom of ringing bells originated from July 22nd, 556 years ago, during the legendary Siege of Belgrade, where 40,000 Hungarian soldiers, mainly peasants armed with sickles and pitchforks, defeated 70,000 Turkish soldiers with over 200 cannons. And in that year, I experienced a cataclysmic change, like the Hungarian peasants, besieged for two years, who, after taking up arms, miraculously defeated the entire enemy force. Armed enemies. Under the guidance of the person I considered my mentor, I defeated the planning and execution of several well-known companies, completing the largest deal in the company's history. This made me famous in the industry, and soon after, I was recruited by a large company along with that person. This not only greatly increased my income, but the company also gave me a proper position and even provided me with a car. Thus, I became a true member of the financial elite. During
this period, my wife showed a strong interest in content related to married women, and was quite enthusiastic about taking photos and replying to posts. She also began to formally look for a partner. To my surprise, my wife was so good at showing off her figure. Although my poor photography skills greatly diminished the photo quality, many netizens still added us as friends. As the saying goes, it's hard to distinguish
good from bad, but soon a physical education teacher from Chengdu and a master's student from Chongqing stood out among the many netizens and entered our lives one after the other.
First was the young physical education teacher. With his flirtatious words, muscular physique, and sunny face, he greatly impressed my wife. He chatted with her for half a year, but... He rarely came to Chongqing, even though he repeatedly suggested meeting up during our online chats, he always canceled for various reasons. I felt that given the less than two-and-a-half-hour commute between Chengdu and Chongqing, no excuse was valid. It seemed my wife had become nothing more than a plaything for him online, which greatly displeased me. Soon, we removed him from our lives.
This is quite normal; first encounters rarely go smoothly, for various reasons such as high expectations, deep-seated resentment, and so on, not to mention the various ulterior motives of online people.
Next was the master's student from the mountain city, whom we'll call Tao. Actually, I was the first to get to know Tao. We hadn't chatted for very long, only about two weeks in total, but his handsome appearance, good character, and similar ideas made me feel like we'd known each other for ages, making him a good match for me.
The next morning, my wife chatted enthusiastically with Tao. She said that we needed to know each other before meeting, which was quite difficult for her, considering she'd only known Tao for a few hours. Tao didn't disappoint me; his humorous remarks pleased my wife, but his excessive nervousness made him hesitant in both his words and actions. Fortunately, he did make some small requests, leaving a touch of ambiguity for what followed.
Although it was March, the mountain city was still quite cold, with sleet falling and the temperature even exceeding the coldest part of winter, giving it a chilly feel. Tao made some requests... My wife made some rather fervent requests, such as wearing a skirt and stockings, to make the meeting more intimate. She agreed, and at my request, she dressed exactly the same way she had dressed when she met that boy before: a white down jacket, a beige flowing skirt, black stockings, and black lambskin boots. To be honest, that ambiguous encounter was still incredibly memorable for me; even just seeing my wife in that outfit made my heart flutter.
The meeting was arranged at a karaoke bar in a shopping district. I drove quickly along the road, and my wife didn't say much, just constantly fiddling with her phone. Occasionally, I would break the silence by asking where we were going to eat that night. A sense of anticipation, wildness, and importance permeated the car. If one could hear anything, it would be the pounding of our hearts.
We parked, went upstairs, and the dim light exuded a teasing desire. My wife held my arm tightly, as if letting go would plunge us into an abyss. She was important to me. Under the flickering lights, we counted room numbers, making our way to our destination. On the phone, Tao told us he was already waiting and had made all the arrangements, hoping to give my wife a wonderful experience.
After some pleasantries, the three of us sat down. My wife, after all, was a leader in her company, known as the "Queen." Years of experience in the workplace had given her an extraordinary aura, although I... It's safe to say that her heart must be incredibly complex at this moment, with desire constantly rising within her, to the point that she could no longer control the liquid seeping from that mysterious place. Yet, outwardly, she remained composed, chatting and laughing without a trace of stage fright.
Tao, however, was different. As a student, even though he had briefly worked in the workforce, his shyness and nervousness made him hesitant to even pour drinks or speak. (After a few drinks, the conversation still didn't touch upon the drizzling rain, the academic pressures of school, or the hardships of the workplace. The three of them were becoming increasingly awkward, and Tao had absolutely no ability to control the situation. A gathering...) The meeting was developing in the direction of a symposium.
Suddenly, I grabbed my wife's waist and, in front of Tao, began to fondle her breasts. Caught off guard, she immediately snapped back to reality; her eyes filled with shock and longing. Her hands instinctively tried to push me away, but a passionate kiss followed, and she closed her eyes. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time. I quickly gestured for Tao to come closer. The moment Tao's hands touched my wife's body, she shuddered violently as if electrocuted. Our tongues intertwined even more intensely; my wife seemed to want to suck my tongue off, and my tongue immediately ached. The faint moans emanating from his wife's nose were all the more unsettling. Tao's hands continued to roam over her body, seemingly particularly fond of her legs. He pulled her legs into his lap, gently stroking them. The moment his hand moved from her knees to her thighs, his wife released her breath. She needed to gasp for air and moan loudly, but this seemed to clash with her rational nature. The extreme repression caused her body to tremble involuntarily, and I could clearly feel her heart pounding even through her clothes. This forced her to try to push Tao's hands away, but I knew this was just a series of trials before reaching her ultimate goal of pleasure. My wife should enjoy it. I kissed her lips again, gently. She looked into my eyes, and I whispered, "This is your moment to enjoy, my darling!" She nodded wearily, then gradually calmed down. After the initial excitement subsided, it was a continuous, lingering pleasure.
My wife's stunning figure was being caressed and kissed before me, and I felt none of my earlier jealousy. Looking at her contented eyes and hearing her continuous, panting moans, my heart felt filled. Right here, right now, we shed our shells like cicadas, ascended to heaven like butterflies. My wife and I were enjoying ourselves together. She bent over… Her small mouth and eyes filled with desire are deeply etched in my mind, and I will never forget them for the rest of my life.
This is not the same as the love I had with her before; it's not right. We were playing a game of passion, but what is the meaning of passion? I want to borrow a line from the movie "Monga": "The meaning is three small things." When we are deep in this concrete jungle, when we see ourselves as workplace beasts chasing fame and fortune, do you still remember the dreams of your youth? At this moment, regardless of those moral constraints and emotional entanglements, my wife and I are one, and we are willing to take responsibility for our actions, and what we will gain in return is a more unified and noble soul.
Some ideas and thoughts from 2012
I originally intended to stop here, but my thoughts have been running wild like a boat on a wave, unstoppable. Of course, we often have self-control; after all, couples can't treat sex like cooking. Chongqing has a large social circle, and I often hear about friends encountering various unpleasant experiences. I'm fortunate that most of the friends I know in Chongqing have eventually become my friends, some even knowing my workplace and address perfectly. Actually, friends... There are times when you don't need to be too wary.
But speaking of this, I can't help but think of the incident in Luzhou, Anhui. Their photos circulated online, and netizens, with a spectator's mentality, treated them like monsters, isolating them from society. The individuals involved were not only dismissed from their jobs, but also lost the courage to live in that place any longer. Such cruelty—did they harm anyone? No! Did they harm anyone? No! Simply to satisfy the curiosity of some, they wanted to leave them with no place to live in this world. Who thought about their families? Who considered their parents and children? Even if such actions drew scorn from those self-righteous moralists who condemn vulgarity in public but watch pornography in bed, wasn't there at least a shred of humanity in giving them some personal space? As for how the photos were leaked, it's probably impossible to trace now. But the phrase "everyone has their own way of life" is always on everyone's lips, only to be ruthlessly silenced. This reminds me of Star Wars: Episode III – when the Chancellor announced the founding of the Galactic Empire, all tyranny was born amidst the people's applause
. While my career continued to rise (compared to this), my wife faced the biggest crisis at work. Her company suffered greatly in the European financial crisis of 2020, and laid off employees on a large scale globally. Although my wife wasn't among those laid off, her department was eliminated, plunging her into a career slump. However, this also brought her a precious period of peace.
Loving my wife, loving my life, and taking all necessary precautions to ensure a smooth transition in my difficult situation—what does it matter to others?!

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