I can't tell if my wife did it willingly or not.

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The bright light streaming through the curtains stung my eyes, jolting me awake from a hellish dream. My beautiful wife, who had just returned from Taipei a few days prior and we had been engaged for just over three months, was peacefully asleep beside me. My sudden awakening didn't seem to disturb her. (Thank goodness I didn't wake her, I thought to myself.) Looking at her beautiful sleeping face, a sweet and contented smile naturally welled up inside me.

But when I recalled the events of my dream, my head began to throb involuntarily.

I turned over and grabbed a cigarette from the bedside table. I lit one and took a deep drag. As if trying to expel all the unpleasantness from my dream, I forcefully exhaled the smoke… but the pain remained… The events of the dream made even the deepest part of my soul tremble with pain. I thought that even if I took ten or a hundred more drags, and exhaled even more forcefully, this feeling would still be there.

I stood up, a cigarette dangling from my lips, and went to the bathroom.

I hoped the cold water from the tap would wash away the nightmare, offering a brief moment of clarity or relief from the pain.

But as I bent down to splash water on my face, the haggard, disheveled face reflected in the mirror above the basin startled me… Who was he? Was that me?! Was this the face of the man I'd only been engaged to a few months ago?!

In an instant, all the panic and fear from the dream overwhelmed me like a tidal wave, pulling me back to everything that had happened more than two months ago, and that night that had caused me so much pain… More than a month ago, an ordinary man, after years of relentless work, bought several houses and a car. He got engaged to Meihua, a beautiful junior from his college department whom he'd met.

No one understood. I don't understand how this beautiful, well-built, and gentle junior could fall for this poor, unattractive, and quiet male protagonist.

Aside from his frequent gentle smiles at Mei-hua and helping her fend off her persistent suitors, everyone guessed he'd probably be clueless about where he lived and what he ate for the next 30 years. Surprisingly, after graduation, he managed to make a name for himself… but good times don't last. After getting engaged, Mei-hua hoped to stay home like other women, devoted to her husband and children. However, she longed to fulfill her childhood dream of studying abroad while she was still young.

Out of love for her and a desire to give her everything she wanted, I arranged everything for her further education.

However, we had discussed it beforehand. Since we'd only been engaged recently, I didn't want to be separated from her for too long, and she was only 25. So, we decided to have her study at a university in Taiwan for a few years, and then, after I'd earned more money, immigrate abroad for her further studies. After some consideration… After looking around, I decided that the universities in Taipei had the highest academic standards, so I went there to look for a place… since I'm from the south, and my house is also in the south. So, before her semester started, I made several trips to Taipei,

hoping to find a house, either to buy or rent, close to the school she would be attending.

Through a real estate agent, I found an ideal house.

The landlord, I heard, was a manager-level figure. He was selling the house because he was immigrating and invited me to see it in person.

When I arrived at the address he gave me, I found that besides being close to the school, the environment, safety, and other conditions were quite good. So, I immediately decided on the price and wanted to buy the house from him.

The landlord's surname was Chen. He was quite straightforward. When he heard that I was buying the house for my fiancée who wanted to study in Taipei, he didn't complain about the slightly lower price and agreed immediately.

However, he said that because his plane ticket was for the end of September, and it was only mid-July, he told me to come back in September to handle the details of transferring the property title and moving in.

I was really worried because my wife's classes start in September. With all the preparations to make, I wouldn't be able to arrive in Taipei until mid-August at the latest. What if the timing didn't work out?

The landlord, Old Chen, immediately said, "My family has already gone abroad to prepare for immigration. Right now, only I, an old man, live in this house. Since I added an extra floor and there are separate exits and staircases, if you and your wife don't mind, you can stay upstairs for now."

I thought this was a feasible solution.

I considered that while I have a job, it might be a bit dangerous for my wife to live alone upstairs. But this is Taipei, not abroad.

It's only a few hours' drive from the south to see my wife. Besides, Old Chen is tall and thin, and seems very kind and gentle. He doesn't seem like a bad person. It should be fine for my wife to stay here first.

So I said, "Okay, it's settled then. I'll go back to the south to prepare. A few days later, my wife and I will move our things here." I left Old Chen's place and drove back to the south, feeling a surge of joy. I imagined how happy my wife would be when I got home and prepared everything she needed for her class in Taipei.

Little did I know this would be the beginning of my suffering… A few days later, my wife and I, as planned, went to Old Chen's place after preparing everything.

Since the house wasn't officially mine yet, and we were temporarily staying at Old Chen's, we didn't have a key. After ringing the doorbell and asking Old Chen to open the door, he came out.

It was the first time my wife had seen Old Chen, and she greeted him warmly.

When Old Chen first saw me, I guess he thought I wasn't particularly good-looking or wealthy, and my wife probably wasn't that attractive either.

He was surprised to see how beautiful she was, so he was momentarily stunned. However, being an experienced man, he quickly recovered and kindly helped us carry some luggage upstairs.

That night… because I had to go to work the next day and be separated from my wife, we inevitably spent the night together.

The next day, when I was about to return to the south… Old Chen even came out to see me off, which touched me a little.

I never imagined he just wanted to confirm if I was really going back to the south so he could carry out his plans.

This Old Chen... he's really something else. Deeply calculating, yet incredibly patient. When my wife first moved in,

he was quite well-behaved for the first week or two, not daring to cause any trouble to lower her guard.

Women, when living alone for the first time, are naturally very careful about everything. She eats and drinks out, and keeps

the door tightly locked except when going out.

But even the most careful precautions can have a flaw. Old Chen's apartment upstairs has its own entrance, stairs, bedroom, furniture, and bathroom, but there's only one refrigerator.

My wife, having eaten out for so long, inevitably brings back drinks and snacks, and she's worried they'll spoil if left unattended.

Lately, Old Chen has been quite polite and easygoing, always telling her to take whatever she needs without asking him.

So she often kept snacks and drinks in the refrigerator, taking them out only when she wanted to eat them.

This was part of Old Chen's cunning.

He had money, a large household, and many family members. He didn't just have one refrigerator.

But ever since he met my wife, he had been scheming to get his hands on her. So he deliberately hid another refrigerator, waiting for my wife to lower her guard and put food in it, so he could tamper with it.

Ten days to half a month later, he finally got his chance.

One day in early August, the weather was unbearably hot. My wife ran some errands and bought a lot of daily necessities.

Unfortunately, the elevator was broken, forcing her to carry all the groceries upstairs.

Exhausted and thirsty, she took out the drinks she had kept in the refrigerator the day before and gulped them down.

Just then, Old Chen happened to call out from outside the door: "Miss Liang, are you alright? I think I heard something spill downstairs."

My wife replied, "No, it's nothing. I just bought some things. I probably put them on the floor too hard. I'm so sorry for disturbing you."

Upon hearing this, Old Chen knew my wife was still conscious. (It turned out that after my wife left, he took out the drinks from the refrigerator and drugged them with aphrodisiacs. This was the most logical possibility I came up with later.) He said, "It's alright then. I'm coming downstairs."

When my wife heard Old Chen come downstairs, she started taking off her clothes and skirt, leaving her in only a bra and a pair of extremely short pajama bottoms. She squatted there tidying up her things.

After a while... my wife felt increasingly hot and her head was getting dizzier, so she simply stopped tidying up and went to lie down on the bed. As she lay

there, she remembered my husband's tenderness when he was beside her, and she also thought of the passionate night we made love when we first moved here.

As she thought about it, her hand unconsciously began to gently caress her ample breasts and neck.

She thought: "My husband loves to touch my breasts and between my legs. Every time he touches me, I feel like I'm melting. Sigh…it's a pity he's not here…" She continued to gently caress those areas as she thought this…and finally, she took off her bra and panties… To be honest…my wife had never had sex before we got engaged. I've asked her if she's ever masturbated. She said no. I absolutely believe her.

(Because her nipples and areolas have always had a very beautiful color.

The color is like cherry blossoms blooming in the early morning, slightly reddish at the center of the nipple, the reddish color gradually fading towards the areola and stopping at the areola's center.

Moreover, the skin around the nipples and areolas is very delicate, as clean and soft as snow in a deep mountain, untouched by the world.) (And my wife's pubic area... not much hair, just short, light pubic hair covering both sides of that alluring pink cleft.

During those passionate nights when she lived in my house after our engagement, I noticed that

whenever she was aroused by my caresses, her flushed pubic area would be covered with droplets of moisture.)

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