Confusion (01-28)

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Chapter 1 Ding-dong…ding-dong…who is it! Wenhao, who was sitting on the sofa watching a movie, got up to open the door. As soon as he opened it, he saw Tingting walk in with an exceptionally rosy face. Judging from her complexion alone, Wenhao knew that Ruan Yuting must have drunk quite a bit at the karaoke bar with her colleagues. Although Wenhao knew that drinking at karaoke bars was a normal thing, he was a little unhappy to see Yuting having difficulty even taking off her high heels. Unhappy as he was, Wenhao still went over to help Yuting. Looking at Tingting, who had both a great figure and a beautiful face, Wenhao asked, "How much did you drink?" "Just a little bit," Yuting said, her eyes crinkling into slits as she smiled, and kissed her husband's cheek before heading to the bathroom. Just as Wenhao was about to go back to the bedroom to continue browsing the news, he saw Tingting's long, slender, white legs, and his brows suddenly furrowed. If he remembered correctly, Tingting was wearing black stockings before she left home, but when she came back from the karaoke bar, the stockings were gone? Could they have been torn off by another man? This sudden thought struck Wenhao like a blow to the head, the pain almost making him breathless. In Wenhao's memory, Tingting had given him her virginity; she wouldn't have messed around with other men. So he figured that perhaps while she was drinking, she accidentally spilled alcohol or a beverage on her stockings, so she simply took them off. To verify his theory, Wenhao went to the bathroom. Perhaps because she was in a hurry to urinate, Tingting hadn't locked the door. Gently pushing the door open, seeing Tingting's exposed, snow-white buttocks, Wenhao was about to ask, "Stockings…" when he saw that the underwear hanging at Tingting's knees wasn't the same pair she had worn before leaving, and it was even a style he had never seen before. His legs went weak. "We don't have that style at home." Hearing this, Yuting knew her husband had seen the underwear. She turned to look at him, her brows furrowing. Seeing the smile vanish from Tingting's face, Wenhao, sensing something was wrong, asked, "You...did another man take advantage of you while you were drunk and have sex with you?" Hearing her husband's words and seeing the suspicion in his eyes, Yuting said unhappily, "I drank more than usual today, so I was wondering what might have happened while I was drinking. Anyway, my underwear wasn't the same one I wore before, so I was wondering if I put it on the wrong pair while playing games." "Playing games?... " "Anyway, I've never done anything to betray you." Wenhao didn't care whether Tingting had done anything to betray him; he wanted to know what kind of game could be related to wearing underwear. And Tingting said she put it on the wrong pair, so didn't that mean two or more women had taken off their underwear in the karaoke bar? The thought of several men watching, his wife slowly pulling down her underwear, or other men pressing Tingting down and pulling it off her body, or even losing a betting game and taking it off—couldn't she have been touched by other men? Thinking about Tingting moaning in front of other men, his large penis hardened. Wenhao pushed Tingting, who was still clinging to him, away. Tingting had been drinking, so the push from her husband caused her to stumble back several steps and land on the edge of the bed. Luckily, it was a double bed; if it had been the floor, she probably would have fallen hard. Seeing her husband's wide-eyed rage, still not fully sober, she realized she'd said the wrong thing and quickly explained, "Half an hour before the break, some male colleagues went to eat barbecue, leaving only the five of us female colleagues at the karaoke bar. Then Sister Li suggested playing games, saying that we couldn't let men see us, so we played dice, and whoever lost had to take off their underwear. I guess they put the wrong ones on later; I don't know whose they were." Despite Tingting's impeccable explanation, Wenhao still suspected her of having an affair. "Okay, I'll go wash up and come keep you company," Wenhao smiled and left. After her husband left, Yu Ting let out a long sigh of relief. She gently touched her chest, her snow-white breasts, hidden beneath the semi-transparent fabric, swaying several times with the touch of her fingers. Wen Hao went into the bathroom and immediately pulled out the underwear that didn't belong to Ting Ting from the bucket. Staring at the fabric that had once touched Ting Ting's vulva, seeing only a dampness, he picked it up and kissed it deeply. There was only the damp smell, no semen stains. Wen Hao breathed a slight sigh of relief. If he had seen semen stains, Wen Hao would definitely have made a scene with Ting Ting. Although he hadn't found concrete evidence of Ting Ting's infidelity, Wen Hao worried that Ting Ting was just trying to cover it up. "Seeing is believing!" Entering the bedroom, Wen Hao found Ting Ting already asleep. Looking at Ting Ting's peaceful face, Wen Hao, standing by the bed, showed no joy. If what happened before hadn't occurred, he probably would have already pulled down Tingting's panties and made love to her, shoving his large penis into her mouth and making her hold it with both hands, or even making her kneel down and fuck him from behind. With a long sigh, Wenhao thought about what had happened in the years since he married Tingting. After dating for six months, an unexpected pregnancy led to a hasty marriage certificate. For the next five years, Tingting was a very responsible wife and mother. Occasionally, praise from colleagues or friends made Wenhao feel that marrying Tingting was the best decision he had ever made. Even when he occasionally heard friends talking about Tingting, Wenhao didn't take it seriously. In his view, even if every woman in the world cheated, Tingting would never cheat. But because he had trusted Tingting too much before, when Wenhao vaguely felt that Tingting might have been fooling around with another man tonight, he naturally felt terrible. He even felt that her vagina had been entered by another man, and even filled with semen. Tingting went to the bathroom as soon as she returned, which made him even more suspicious that she was destroying evidence. The thought of that scene made Wenhao feel nauseous. He told himself not to think too much about it and lay down. The next morning, a groggy Wenhao was awakened by a pleasurable sensation. Yuting was rubbing his large penis. Since Wenhao hadn't been intimate with Yuting for almost a week, he immediately rolled her over and pinned her beneath him. One hand caressed her beautiful breasts, which he adored, while the other licked her neck and earlobes. Simultaneously, he reached out with his right hand, grabbed Yuting's right leg, and forcefully pressed his already rock-hard penis against her soaking wet vulva. "Ah...no...um...um...you're so mean...um..." Yu Ting's earlobes were her most sensitive spot besides her nipples. Under Wen Hao's skillful caresses, she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and began to moan passionately, actively arching her upper body to offer her proud breasts to her husband's tongue. Her buttocks also involuntarily writhed, allowing her husband's penis to grind against her vagina. Her husband's penis easily penetrated her already completely wet vagina. At the moment of deep union, both of them simultaneously let out a long, deliberately suppressed but relieved moan. Yu Ting had actually wanted to make love very much last night, but later, while waiting for Wen Hao in bed, she fell asleep. "Ah...husband, you're so good...um...um...oh...ah...it feels so good...um..." A strong wave of pleasure washed over her, causing Yu Ting's delicate body to tremble. She had to bite her lip tightly to try and suppress her cries. The husband, with one arm around Yu Ting's waist, thrust forcefully, teasing his wife with words. Yu Ting's voice was sweet and slightly childlike; her moans were the best temptation for Wen Hao. Thinking of this honeyed hole that might have already been violated, Wen Hao channeled all his anger into motivation, thrusting hard into Yu Ting's honeyed hole. Yu Ting, with her eyes half-closed, enjoyed the impact and pleasure her husband brought. Her husband had never been this good before, and she couldn't help but tease him, "Honey, you're really good today, I love it." Seemingly encouraged by Yu Ting, Wen Hao thrust even harder. The vigorous thrusting made Wen Hao feel his penis being tightly gripped. Yu Ting in his arms bit her lip tightly and made whimpering sounds. Wen Hao knew that Yu Ting was about to climax, so he quickened the pace and began the final sprint. Several hard thrusts straight to the bottom, the sour sensation of hitting the cervix, made him unable to hold back any longer. So he forcefully pushed his penis to the deepest part of her honeyed hole, and with a low, satisfied roar, he ejaculated a large amount of hot semen. Each sexual encounter only allowed Yu Ting to be satisfied once, leaving her feeling something was missing. Holding Tingting, whose skin was covered in a layer of fragrant sweat, Wen Hao said, "Don't play those strange games in the future."
"Don't worry, if we play again, I won't wear my colleague's underwear back. I'll come back naked." The playful Yu Ting didn't directly answer her husband's question. But she felt his fingers suddenly tighten, realizing he was a little unhappy, and quickly said, "Okay, I remember. Honey, lie down a little longer, I'm going to make breakfast. You were great today, so I'm going to make an extra fried egg as a reward." Before Wen Hao could react, Yu Ting kissed her husband's lips, put on her camisole, and ran off. Looking at Tingting in her camisole nightgown, her curves barely concealed, Wen Hao suddenly felt a sense of dread. He was afraid that this beauty had been touched by other men, perhaps every inch of her skin had been kissed, and that man was biting her vulva while praising her. He gently patted his face to stop his thoughts from wandering, then grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his head. Just then, Tingting's phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly rang. Wenhao, lifting the covers, reached for the phone, but Tingting suddenly rushed in, grabbing it with a slightly flustered expression. Chapter 2 "Hello," she answered, then went out. "I'm making breakfast, that's all for now, we'll talk later."
Wenhao had assumed Tingting would put the phone on the bedside table after hanging up, but instead, she went straight into the kitchen, head down, looking at her phone. Although calling friends or colleagues was perfectly normal, Tingting's earlier flustered behavior made Wenhao feel uneasy. Plus, last night Tingting hadn't worn stockings, but rather those very alluring underwear, so Wenhao vaguely suspected she was hiding something from him. As a man, Wenhao's biggest worry was that Tingting was cheating on him. Imagining Tingting moaning and groaning under another man, Wenhao couldn't sleep, so he immediately got up. After getting dressed, Wenhao went into the kitchen. Wenhao glanced around casually but didn't find the phone, so he walked over and said, "Let me borrow your phone to make a call." "Wouldn't it be more convenient to use your own phone?" she smiled, turning her head. "My phone's earpiece is a bit faulty; I need to take it to get fixed." Since her husband had put it that way, she had no reason to refuse, so she picked up the phone, which was hidden by peanut oil, and handed it to her husband, who had already walked behind her. Glancing at Tingting's shapely, firm buttocks, Wenhao walked out. Standing in the living room, Wenhao checked the call log. What deepened Wenhao's suspicion was that he couldn't find the previous call record. That meant that after Tingting hung up the phone, she had deleted the call. Just from this small action, Wenhao knew that Tingting had definitely done something to betray him. Finding no signs of infidelity, Wenhao went into the kitchen. After handing the phone to Tingting, Wenhao asked, "Who called just now?" "It was that female colleague who took my underwear," he paused, placing a fried egg onto his plate, and continued, "She just said she was having an affair with her husband and questioned her about it. And then, her answer was basically the same as what I said last night. She also said the underwear was cheap, so she didn't need to change it." "
Since it was a female colleague, did you need to delete the call history?" Looking at the frying pan, he frowned and said, "I don't remember deleting it. I probably pressed it accidentally. Go wake Miaomiao up, wash her face, and then she can have breakfast." After a moment of silence, Wenhao went out without saying a word. He gently pushed open the door to his daughter's bedroom and saw her eyes open, still hugging her Grey Wolf doll. Wenhao walked over and said, "Baby, it's time to get up."
Yawning, sleepy-eyed Miaomiao crawled to her father and hugged his neck. After pouting and kissing her father's cheek, Miaomiao yawned and pressed her face against his. "I need to pee," Wenhao said. He wanted to tell his daughter to go to the bathroom by herself, but seeing her clinging to him, he knew what she was planning. So he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. While she was peeing, Wenhao brushed his teeth. Seeing his daughter about to stand up after she finished, Wenhao mumbled, "You need to wipe yourself with toilet paper."
"That's too much trouble." "Don't expect me to wipe you. You're five years old now." After a long sigh, as if she had something on her mind, Miaomiao secretly wiped her slightly damp area with toilet paper, then stood up and pulled up her cartoon underwear. Then, the father and daughter stood side by side brushing their teeth. Glug... Hearing his daughter swallow the foam, Wenhao was speechless. Wenhao wanted to give his daughter a good talking-to, but seeing her innocent smile, he felt a surge of tenderness. He pointed to his mouth and slowly spat the foam into the sink. Understanding, Miaomiao nodded and spat the last bit of foam into the sink before rinsing her mouth. After breakfast, she found her husband a clean suit. Then, as usual, she helped him put it on and tied his tie. Although her husband worked at their own tea shop, she still wanted him to dress formally. After removing the tattered thread from the hem, she began to change. Working in finance at Xingsheng Construction Company, her salary was low, and she occasionally had to travel to nearby counties and cities. If the journey was long, she might even have to spend the night in one of the counties or cities. Business trips weren't a problem, but Wenhao disliked Tingting spending the night in hotels or guesthouses, especially when traveling with male colleagues or superiors. Wenhao had talked to Tingting about this several times before, but each time Tingting would use the idea that "couples should trust each other" to pressure him. Because of this, Wenhao wanted Tingting to settle down as a housewife or help out at the tea shop, but she insisted on staying at the construction company, which occasionally kept her very busy. After changing into a white women's shirt and a gray pencil skirt, she stood in front of the full-length mirror combing her hair and said, "Honey, I'm going to the local tax bureau in Tieshan today to get an invoice and then give it to the contractor there, so I won't be back to cook lunch. After Miaomiao gets out of school, just pick her up and take her to eat something near the shop, and she can take a nap there. If all goes well, I should be back before evening." Wenhao had heard this kind of talk many times over the years, so he should have just given a perfunctory reply. But because of what happened last night, Wenhao, who already had a knot in his heart, was very unhappy. He even worried that Tingting was using the business trip as an excuse to fool around with some man. "Could you come help me at the shop?" Hearing her husband's question, she put down her comb and asked, "Isn't Xiaolin helping you?" "It's always good to have another person," Wenhao paused, looking at Tingting's D-cup breasts, and continued, "You only make 2,500 a month at that company, so it's better for you to come help me at the shop. It's easier for the two of you to work together, and didn't we agree to buy a new house near the shop? Once we buy the new house, you can work at the shop, that would be so convenient." "Let's wait until we buy the new house. Anyway, I can't quit my job anytime soon," she said, walking over and kissing her husband on the lips, smiling sweetly, "Honey, I know you're worried, but you can rest assured, I will never be lured away by another man. Okay, we should probably head out now." Wenhao wanted to say something more, but seeing Tingting's face blooming like a flower, he realized he might be overthinking things and walked out. Picking up their daughter, who was wearing a white tulle dress, Wenhao and Tingting went out together. After driving his daughter to kindergarten and then dropping Tingting off at her company, Wenhao headed to his tea shop. Parking across the street, he looked out. Seeing the shop door open, knowing Gu Jinglin had arrived, Wenhao felt a sense of relief. Gu Jinglin was an employee Wenhao had hired last year; besides cleaning and sales, she was also responsible for brewing and serving tea—basically, she handled everything. Because business was better this year, Wenhao not only gave Gu Jinglin a raise but also planned to hire another female employee to handle tea sales. As for Gu Jinglin, given her natural beauty, Wenhao intended for her to specialize in brewing and serving tea. Crossing the street and entering the shop, Wenhao didn't see Gu Jinglin. Hearing crying coming from the restroom, Wenhao immediately went over. Seeing the restroom door ajar, he pushed it open. Seeing that the tall and slender Gu Jinglin was only wearing a bikini and flesh-colored stockings, her high, full breasts trembled slightly with her sobs, Wen Hao quickly closed the door. Realizing that it was her boss, Wen Hao, who had just opened the door, Gu Jinglin's face flushed red, so she hurriedly started to put on a cheongsam. After putting on the cheongsam, which accentuated her figure perfectly, Gu Jinglin walked out. Seeing Wen Hao scattering fish food into the fish tank, Gu Jinglin, whose long hair was now tied up, wiped her eyes and said, "Boss, I'm sorry."
"I should be the one apologizing," Wenhao asked, looking at Gu Jinglin's red eyes. "Did your husband bully you?" "Just some sand got in my eyes." Hearing this, Wenhao couldn't help but laugh. "Jinglin, if you're going to make an excuse, at least make it better, like you have conjunctivitis. Anyway, you've been here for a year, there's no need to hide anything. Tell me, did he bully you?" "It's really nothing," Gu Jinglin said, her smile tinged with tears. Seeing that Gu Jinglin didn't want to answer, Wenhao didn't want to force her. After the brief conversation, Gu Jinglin started cleaning as usual. Gu Jinglin had a great figure, especially when she wore a tight cheongsam, her curves were prominent. Although her breasts were a little small, looking at her S-curve that could easily fascinate men, Wenhao's throat still went dry. Wenhao wasn't a promiscuous man, but before he got married, he had been to clubs with friends a few times and had slept with a few women. As for Wenhao after his marriage, because of his happy family life, he had never been to a club, even when invited by friends. However, because of the alluring Gu Jinglin, Wenhao, as a normal man, still felt a surge of desire. But Gu Jinglin was a woman who upheld traditional virtues, so Wenhao kept a certain distance from her. There were fewer customers in the morning, especially without reservations, so after cleaning, Gu Jinglin brewed a cup of tea for Wenhao and sat down on a bench to enjoy it. Gu Jinglin's tea-drinking movements were very elegant, and coupled with her refined Jiangnan womanly demeanor, when Wenhao saw Gu Jinglin slowly open her thin lips, press them against the teacup, take a small sip, and then lick her lips with her red tongue, Wenhao felt his penis slowly harden, fantasizing that those red lips weren't holding the cup, but his penis. Seeing Gu Jinglin sipping her tea with a dazed expression, Wenhao couldn't help but ask, "Jinglin, are you having some trouble? If you need money, I can give you an advance on my salary." "I'm fine." Seeing that Gu Jinglin was still being evasive, Wenhao, eager to know what had happened, said, "We get along well, and there's no one else here, so you can tell me anything. Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret." Hearing Wenhao's words, Gu Jinglin, looking at him somewhat confusedly, asked, "Boss, are you going to ask your friends to...?" "Do what?" "Do what with your wife?" "Do what with your wife?" Still lost in his fantasies, Wenhao didn't react immediately. "Oh, it's... it's having sex." Oh, asking your friends to have sex with you, ah... Now that he realized what was happening, Wenhao jumped up from his chair. Hearing Gu Jinglin's words, a very wicked, even immoral scene immediately flashed through Wenhao's mind. Just like in AVs, two men were simultaneously playing with Gu Jinglin's body. Gu Jinglin was kneeling there, one man was fucking her vagina from behind with his penis, and the other was standing, holding his penis and slapping her face, making her lick his penis. One of the men was Gu Jinglin's husband. Wen Hao, who had never fantasized about such a scene, was completely aroused. Looking at Gu Jinglin's gloomy expression, Wen Hao wanted to slap himself. How could he have thought of that scene? But Wen Hao really couldn't control his brain, so that scene kept replaying in his mind. He even heard Gu Jinglin's moans. Ah... Seeing that Wen Hao didn't speak, Gu Jinglin realized that she had said something she shouldn't have. She said, "I'm sorry, boss, just pretend I didn't say anything." To ease the somewhat awkward situation, Gu Jinglin immediately walked out. Although Wen Hao was the boss, he allowed Gu Jinglin to walk around the shop when there were no customers. However, because Gu Jinglin always wore a dark red cheongsam to work, a very eye-catching garment, especially her style which couldn't completely cover her thighs, Gu Jinglin basically never left the shop, and even disliked standing near the entrance. This was because passing men would always stare at her. So, seeing Gu Jinglin leave the shop, Wen Hao, realizing her mood had worsened, quickly said, "Xiao Lin, I think we should have a serious talk." Suddenly standing up, Wen Hao forgot his erection and rushed out to grab Gu Jinglin, who was walking away with her head down. Gu Jinglin suddenly looked at her boss's erection, its prominent bulge making her realize he had been fantasizing about her. Her face flushed red, and she timidly said, "Could you give me half a day off? I'll come to work this afternoon." "Are you planning to go shopping in a cheongsam?" Wen Hao asked, taken aback by this... Upon hearing this question, Gu Jinglin became even more uncomfortable. Seeing that Gu Jinglin's face was slightly flushed, Wen Hao said, "You've been here for over a year, and you've helped me a lot during that time. So I hope you're always happy and that you can stay in the shop in your best condition. Come, sit here and tell me everything that happened. I'll definitely help if I can." Seeing that Wen Hao was already sitting on the bench and had poured her tea, Gu Jinglin hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting next to him. Somewhat reserved, Gu Jinglin said, "..." "Boss, I didn't really want to tell anyone about this. I brought it up before because I hadn't considered the seriousness of the problem. Anyway, the fewer people who know, the better, so please don't ask any more questions." "I can answer your question," Wen Hao paused, glancing at Gu Jinglin, who looked somewhat pitiful, and said, "If a couple is married, they should be loyal to each other and not mess around outside. Moreover, as a husband, I have an obligation to protect my wife, so I absolutely cannot allow another man to do that with my wife or be with her. If I really did that, I would be struck by lightning. But since you asked, I guessed that your husband would definitely make this request. Since I already know the general situation, you might as well explain things clearly so I can determine how to help you." "Even a wise judge can't settle family disputes," Gu Jinglin sighed, taking a deep breath, "My husband and I have been married for three years. For the first two years, our relationship was pretty good, but in the last year, it hasn't been good, and we can't even talk to each other anymore. Half a year ago, he brought up divorce, which I didn't agree to. He said that anyway..." "We don't have children yet, and there's no passion between us. I might as well get a divorce and find someone new. But I'm a very conservative woman, and I don't want to become a divorced woman, so I've never agreed. The night before last, he suddenly became very enthusiastic towards me, and even... made love to me twice. I thought he had changed his mind and wanted to settle down with me, but who knew he would make that kind of request." Wenhao knew that Gu Jinglin's husband's request was a threesome, but he still wanted to hear Gu Jinglin say it herself, so he asked with a serious face, "What request?" "It's what I told you before." "Can you be more specific?" Gu Jinglin had a good impression of the easygoing Wenhao, and since Wenhao had never done anything inappropriate to her, she said, "The night before last, he asked me if I wanted to try two men. At that time, I didn't understand, but then he said he was going to call a good brother over for a threesome, and then make me feel comfortable. I'm his wife, how could he say such a thing? So the night before last, I argued with him again. This morning before I went out, he stopped me and said that if I didn't plan to do that, he was going to take me to a..." "I don't want a divorce. I don't want to do that with two men, so I don't know what to do." At this point, Gu Jinglin began to choke up. She continued, "I know I've met a bastard, a beast, but I just don't want a divorce. Sometimes I really feel like a complete idiot." "You really should divorce him," Wen Hao said, moving slightly closer to Gu Jinglin and placing a hand on her shoulder. "If you want to cry, you can borrow my shoulder." "If your sister-in-law sees you like this, she'll definitely make a scene." "She's away on a business trip, I have to..." "I won't be back until tonight or tomorrow, so if you're not going home for lunch, have lunch with me and Miaomiao." Hearing Wenhao's words, Gu Jinglin slowly rested her head on Wenhao's shoulder. She turned slightly and suddenly wrapped her arms around his shoulder, pressing her body—a body many men desired—against him. Her breasts pressed against his arm. Although there were two layers of fabric between them, it didn't matter to Wenhao. His heart raced with excitement at Gu Jinglin's sudden action; he hadn't expected her to do this. Coupled with the faint fragrance emanating from her, the captivated Wenhao couldn't help but embrace her. He noticed that Gu Jinglin's waist was even thinner than he had imagined, and his penis hardened again. Wenhao had to squeeze his pants to make it easier, but Gu Jinglin, deeply depressed, didn't notice. Wenhao wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. So, feeling Gu Jinglin's delicate body trembling slightly, he gently stroked her back with his other hand. Many women enjoy having their backs touched when they're feeling down, especially when they're embracing. Gu Jinglin clearly enjoyed this too. So when Wen Hao comforted her like this, she, who had initially intended to let go, clung to him, a strange feeling stirring within her. Realizing that Gu Jinglin might like him, Wen Hao wanted to be intimate with her. The shop doors were still open, so they couldn't go too far. Wen Hao lowered his head and kissed Gu Jinglin's forehead. Before he could even look up, Gu Jinglin grabbed his head and kissed him back. As if given permission, Wen Hao also embraced the beautiful woman and kissed her deeply, excitedly inserting his tongue into her mouth, sucking her saliva. Hmm… one hand was already caressing her high, firm breasts…He rubbed her breasts… mmm… His other hand slowly slid down her back, inching closer to her protruding buttocks. Just as Wenhao was about to touch her, his damn phone suddenly rang. Hearing the sound, Gu Jinglin quickly let go, wiped her eyes, and stood up. Glancing at Gu Jinglin, who was staring somewhat flusteredly at the tea in the glass cabinet, a slightly annoyed Wenhao had no choice but to get up and grab his phone. Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Wenhao answered, “Hello.” “This is SF Express. Are you Wenhao?” Wenhao didn’t remember shopping online, so he asked, somewhat confused, “Yes, what’s up?” “Your package has arrived. Please come downstairs to pick it up.” Clearly, the deliveryman was standing on the first floor of his apartment building. Although he didn’t know what was in the package, Wenhao guessed that Tingting had left his name and phone number when she shopped online. But then again, in Wenhao’s memory, Tingting usually used her company address or the tea shop address, why would she use her residential address? The couple were rarely home, so using their residential address was clearly inappropriate. It wouldn't be right for Wenhao to go back and get it now, so he said, "Just leave it with the security guard; I'll pick it up after get off work." "Okay." After Wenhao hung up, Gu Jinglin asked, "What's wrong?" "The delivery," she shrugged, looking at Gu Jinglin's still slightly flushed face. Wenhao asked, "Have you thought about how to resolve this?" "I guess there are only two possibilities," Gu Jinglin said with a forced smile, "One is divorce, and the other is having sex with his friend." Although Gu Jinglin didn't elaborate, Wenhao still thought of that scene based on her words. He realized that Gu Jinglin might be having sex with two men at the same time. Wenhao had actually thought about similar scenarios, except the female protagonist was his Tingting. But while he thought about it, Wenhao had no intention of acting on it. Because Tingting could only belong to him alone. Belong to him alone? The sudden thought filled Wenhao with dread. He couldn't forget the scene last night when Tingting came home without her stockings and wearing someone else's underwear. Coupled with Tingting's panicked reaction to the phone call this morning, and her subsequent deletion of the call log, Wenhao became extremely uneasy. He felt that Tingting no longer belonged to him alone. Seeing Wenhao's serious expression, Gu Jinglin said, "Boss, this is my family matter, so I'll handle it myself. You don't need to worry about it. Anyway, no matter the outcome, I'll still go to work as usual." "You told me before that you didn't want a divorce, even though you no longer had feelings for each other," Wenhao paused, then continued, "So, if he keeps pressing this point, even actively inviting friends over, will you comply or resist?" After a moment of silence, Gu Jinglin said, "I don't know." "You'll comply." "No!" "You definitely will." "From your silence just now, I knew you would comply. If you were thinking of resisting, you wouldn't have remained silent for so long. Even if you won't comply, your silence shows that you're still wavering. In my impression, you're a hardworking but somewhat submissive woman, so things will definitely develop in the direction you least want to go. Xiaolin, if I'm not mistaken, if you comply with your husband this time, he will definitely bring different men home frequently in the future, standing aside watching those men penetrate your vagina." Gu Jinglin didn't know what to do, and with Wen Hao's tone so certain, she felt that things would really be as Wen Hao said. Even when Wen Hao said the last sentence, Gu Jinglin imagined herself being pinned down by a man other than her husband, that man's penis thrusting into her vagina. Moreover, this man was someone she had never met before. Thinking of that scene, Gu Jinglin became more and more fearful and uneasy, and her legs even went weak, leaning against the glass cabinet. "Let's get a divorce." Hearing these three words, Gu Jinglin gave a dry laugh and said, "I know he's not good to me, and I know divorce is the best choice, but I'm worried that I'll never find another partner after the divorce. Even if the current situation isn't as good as I imagined, as long as it's not unacceptable, I basically won't choose divorce." "Then you're an extremely stupid woman." "It seems so," Gu Jinglin said, taking a deep breath, "Actually, this is my family matter, and I shouldn't have told you. Anyway, if my husband really dares to bring other men home and want 'that,' I will definitely fight back. If I can't fight back alone, I'll call you, Boss." Even if she called, by the time Wen Hao arrived, Gu Jinglin would probably already have been defiled. Despite this, Wen Hao still smiled and said, "As long as it's not the middle of the night, I'll rush over to save you." "Thank you, Boss." Wen Hao smiled, not knowing what to say. At this moment, a customer came in, so Gu Jinglin, with a sweet smile, immediately went to greet him. The tea shop had been open for almost three years, and for the first year or so, Wen Hao had managed it all by himself. Back then, whenever a customer walked in, or even just peeked out the door, Wenhao would greet them with a smile, bordering on obsequious. But since Gu Jinglin came to the shop, Wenhao's role was basically limited to chatting and building rapport with regular customers; he didn't need to waste time and effort on sales. Looking at Gu Jinglin's sweet smile and approachable demeanor, Wenhao frowned. Although he hadn't interacted with Gu Jinglin privately, from their interactions over the past year, he knew she was a beautiful, well-built, and family-oriented woman. Why was her husband so cruel? The thought of Gu Jinglin possibly crying and being forced to moan under another man while her husband watched with amusement made Wenhao's brow furrow. If he ignored it, this scenario might become a reality! Sigh! He'd actually thought about it many times, but he lacked the courage. Compared to Gu Jinglin's husband, he wasn't as honest as him. Following Gu Jinglin's introduction, the customer finally chose a box of Anxi Tieguanyin tea. After paying, the customer glanced at Gu Jinglin a couple more times and left. Every time a customer looked back at Gu Jinglin, Wenhao felt uncomfortable. He knew that having a beautiful woman in a cheongsam as a sales assistant would greatly improve business. But whenever customers stared at Gu Jinglin's breasts, buttocks, or thighs, Wenhao always felt they had ulterior motives. Tingting usually wore tight shirts, pencil skirts, pantyhose, and high heels to work—basically, the kind of outfit most likely to arouse men's desires. So, without Wenhao present, he was sure many men stared at her body, perhaps even wanting to pin her down and have sex with her until she passed out! Perhaps this had already happened? Maybe last night! The thought that a drunk man might have taken advantage of Tingting last night made Wenhao want to confront her. But you can't judge a book by its cover. Unless he finds concrete evidence, Tingting can refute all his assumptions! Should he go and follow Tingting?"No matter the outcome, I'll still go to work as usual." "You told me before that you didn't want a divorce, even though you no longer have feelings for each other," Wenhao paused, then continued, "So, if he keeps pressing this point and even invites his friends over, will you comply or resist?" After a moment of silence, Gu Jinglin said, "I don't know." "You'll comply." "No!" "You definitely will," Wenhao said with absolute certainty, "From your silence just now, I know you'll comply. If you were thinking of resisting, you wouldn't have needed to remain silent for so long. Even if you won't comply, your silence shows that you're still wavering. In my impression, you're a hardworking woman who's somewhat submissive, so things will definitely develop in the direction you least want to go. Xiaolin, if I'm not mistaken, if you comply with your husband this time, he'll definitely bring different men home frequently in the future, standing aside watching those men penetrate your vagina." Gu Jinglin didn't know what to do, and with Wenhao's tone so certain, she felt that things really would be as Wenhao said. Even as Wenhao spoke the last sentence, Gu Jinglin's mind conjured up an image of herself being pinned down by a man other than her husband, his penis thrusting inside her. And this man was someone she had never even met. Thinking of that scene, Gu Jinglin grew increasingly terrified and uneasy; her legs even gave way, and she leaned against the glass cabinet. "Let's get a divorce." Hearing those three words, Gu Jinglin gave a dry laugh and said, "I know he's not good to me, and I know divorce is the best option, but I'm worried that I'll never find another partner after a divorce. Even if the current situation isn't as good as I'd like, as long as it's not unbearably bad, I basically won't choose divorce." "Then you're an extremely stupid woman." "It seems so," Gu Jinglin said, taking a deep breath, "Actually, this is my family matter, and I shouldn't have told you. Anyway, if my husband really dares to bring another man home and want 'that,' I will definitely fight back. If I can't fight back alone, I'll call you, Boss." Even if she called, by the time Wenhao arrived, Gu Jinglin would probably already be defiled. Despite this, Wen Hao smiled and said, "As long as it's not the middle of the night, I'll rush over to save you." "Thank you, boss." Wen Hao smiled, unsure of what to say. Just then, a customer entered, and Gu Jinglin, with a sweet smile, immediately went to greet her. The tea shop had been open for almost three years, and for the first year or so, Wen Hao had managed it all by himself. Back then, whenever a customer walked in, or even just peeked out the door, Wen Hao would greet them with a smile, almost to the point of flattery. However, since Gu Jinglin came to the shop, Wen Hao had basically only been responsible for drinking tea and building rapport with regular customers, without having to waste time trying to sell anything. Looking at Gu Jinglin's sweet smile and approachable demeanor, Wen Hao frowned. Although Wen Hao hadn't interacted with Gu Jinglin privately, from their interactions over the past year, he knew that Gu Jinglin was a beautiful, well-built, and family-oriented woman. So why was her husband so cruel? The thought of Gu Jinglin possibly crying and being forced to moan under another man one day, while her husband watched with relish, made Wen Hao's brows furrow tightly. If he stood by and did nothing, this fantasy might very well become reality! Sigh! He'd actually thought about this many times himself, but he lacked the courage to act on his desires. Compared to Gu Jinglin's husband, he wasn't even as honest as him. Following Gu Jinglin's introduction, the customer finally chose a box of Anxi Tieguanyin tea. After paying, the customer glanced at Gu Jinglin a couple more times and left. Every time a customer looked back at Gu Jinglin, Wen Hao felt uncomfortable. He knew that having a beautiful woman in a cheongsam as a sales assistant would greatly improve business. But whenever customers stared at Gu Jinglin's breasts, buttocks, or thighs like that, Wen Hao always felt they had ulterior motives. Tingting usually wears tight-fitting shirts, pencil skirts, pantyhose, and high heels to work—basically, the kind of outfit most likely to arouse men's desires. So, without Wenhao around, there are bound to be many men staring at her body, some even wanting to pin her down and have sex with her until she's unconscious! Perhaps this has already happened? Maybe last night! The thought that a drunk man might have taken advantage of Tingting last night makes Wenhao want to confront her. But you can't judge a book by its cover; unless he finds concrete evidence, Tingting can easily refute all his assumptions! Should he follow Tingting?"No matter the outcome, I'll still go to work as usual." "You told me before that you didn't want a divorce, even though you no longer have feelings for each other," Wenhao paused, then continued, "So, if he keeps pressing this point and even invites his friends over, will you comply or resist?" After a moment of silence, Gu Jinglin said, "I don't know." "You'll comply." "No!" "You definitely will," Wenhao said with absolute certainty, "From your silence just now, I know you'll comply. If you were thinking of resisting, you wouldn't have needed to remain silent for so long. Even if you won't comply, your silence shows that you're still wavering. In my impression, you're a hardworking woman who's somewhat submissive, so things will definitely develop in the direction you least want to go. Xiaolin, if I'm not mistaken, if you comply with your husband this time, he'll definitely bring different men home frequently in the future, standing aside watching those men penetrate your vagina." Gu Jinglin didn't know what to do, and with Wenhao's tone so certain, she felt that things really would be as Wenhao said. Even as Wenhao spoke the last sentence, Gu Jinglin's mind conjured up an image of herself being pinned down by a man other than her husband, his penis thrusting inside her. And this man was someone she had never even met. Thinking of that scene, Gu Jinglin grew increasingly terrified and uneasy; her legs even gave way, and she leaned against the glass cabinet. "Let's get a divorce." Hearing those three words, Gu Jinglin gave a dry laugh and said, "I know he's not good to me, and I know divorce is the best option, but I'm worried that I'll never find another partner after a divorce. Even if the current situation isn't as good as I'd like, as long as it's not unbearably bad, I basically won't choose divorce." "Then you're an extremely stupid woman." "It seems so," Gu Jinglin said, taking a deep breath, "Actually, this is my family matter, and I shouldn't have told you. Anyway, if my husband really dares to bring another man home and want 'that,' I will definitely fight back. If I can't fight back alone, I'll call you, Boss." Even if she called, by the time Wenhao arrived, Gu Jinglin would probably already be defiled. Despite this, Wen Hao smiled and said, "As long as it's not the middle of the night, I'll rush over to save you." "Thank you, boss." Wen Hao smiled, unsure of what to say. Just then, a customer entered, and Gu Jinglin, with a sweet smile, immediately went to greet her. The tea shop had been open for almost three years, and for the first year or so, Wen Hao had managed it all by himself. Back then, whenever a customer walked in, or even just peeked out the door, Wen Hao would greet them with a smile, almost to the point of flattery. However, since Gu Jinglin came to the shop, Wen Hao had basically only been responsible for drinking tea and building rapport with regular customers, without having to waste time trying to sell anything. Looking at Gu Jinglin's sweet smile and approachable demeanor, Wen Hao frowned. Although Wen Hao hadn't interacted with Gu Jinglin privately, from their interactions over the past year, he knew that Gu Jinglin was a beautiful, well-built, and family-oriented woman. So why was her husband so cruel? The thought of Gu Jinglin possibly crying and being forced to moan under another man one day, while her husband watched with relish, made Wen Hao's brows furrow tightly. If he stood by and did nothing, this fantasy might very well become reality! Sigh! He'd actually thought about this many times himself, but he lacked the courage to act on his desires. Compared to Gu Jinglin's husband, he wasn't even as honest as him. Following Gu Jinglin's introduction, the customer finally chose a box of Anxi Tieguanyin tea. After paying, the customer glanced at Gu Jinglin a couple more times and left. Every time a customer looked back at Gu Jinglin, Wen Hao felt uncomfortable. He knew that having a beautiful woman in a cheongsam as a sales assistant would greatly improve business. But whenever customers stared at Gu Jinglin's breasts, buttocks, or thighs like that, Wen Hao always felt they had ulterior motives. Tingting usually wears tight-fitting shirts, pencil skirts, pantyhose, and high heels to work—basically, the kind of outfit most likely to arouse men's desires. So, without Wenhao around, there are bound to be many men staring at her body, some even wanting to pin her down and have sex with her until she's unconscious! Perhaps this has already happened? Maybe last night! The thought that a drunk man might have taken advantage of Tingting last night makes Wenhao want to confront her. But you can't judge a book by its cover; unless he finds concrete evidence, Tingting can easily refute all his assumptions! Should he follow Tingting?
Thinking that Tingting might be on her way to Tieshan County, Wenhao dismissed the idea. At 11:00 AM, Wenhao drove to pick up his daughter. Every day at noon, Wenhao would go home for lunch because he would cook her a delicious meal. But if he was on a business trip or working overtime, Wenhao would usually eat fast food near the shop. Generally, this would happen once or twice a month. Each time this happened, Wenhao would bring his daughter to the shop and eat with her. As for Gu Jinglin, she lived too far from the shop, so she would stay at the shop for the two hours after get off work at noon. If she was sleepy, she would take a nap on the bench. If Wenhao happened to be there at noon, Gu Jinglin would rest on the bed on the second floor. Although they were both occasionally at the shop, they generally wouldn't eat together because one of them had to stay and watch the shop. As for today, if he hadn't known that Gu Jinglin was in a bad mood, Wenhao wouldn't have invited her to lunch. Twenty minutes later, Wenhao and his daughter Miaomiao walked into the shop together. Four-year-old Miaomiao had a strong liking for Gu Jinglin, so upon seeing Gu Jinglin's eyes narrowed into slits, Miaomiao immediately greeted her sweetly, "Aunt Gu, good afternoon! Have you eaten yet?" Before Gu Jinglin could answer, Wenhao, who had placed his schoolbag on the bench, said, "Aunt Gu is having lunch with us today." Looking at Gu Jinglin with some confusion, Miaomiao asked, "Is it because my mom isn't coming home for lunch, so Aunt Gu, are you going to be my mom for lunch?" Hearing this, Gu Jinglin seemed a little embarrassed, and she glanced at Wenhao a couple of times. Perhaps because she had talked to Wenhao before and even hugged and kissed him passionately, Gu Jinglin felt a strange sensation when she looked at the somewhat burly Wenhao. And when Miaomiao said this, this feeling intensified. Most importantly, she had always wanted a child, but her husband had always chosen contraception, so even the simple wish of becoming a mother seemed like a luxury to her. As for why her husband didn't want children, it was because they were still living in a rented apartment. Fearing her daughter might say something inappropriate again, Wenhao bent down and picked her up. He said, "Let's go to that small stir-fry shop across the street. I'll go order first, and you can come over after you change." "Okay." After carrying her daughter out of the shop, Gu Jinglin went into the restroom. Gu Jinglin couldn't possibly wear a cheongsam to work; she'd be looked at like a monster by everyone. If the skirt were longer, it probably wouldn't be a problem, but this one was really low. If she bent over, the people standing behind her would probably see her underwear. They might even see the indentation. After locking the restroom door, Gu Jinglin unbuttoned her cheongsam and took it off, revealing her figure perfectly. After changing into a white long dress, Gu Jinglin came out of the restroom. Even though lunch was just across the street, Gu Jinglin was still worried someone might come in and steal her tea. Losing ordinary tea wasn't a big deal, but if her treasured boxes of tea were stolen, Gu Jinglin wouldn't get paid for several months. So, after going outside, Gu Jinglin pulled down the shutter and locked it. The area had a lot of pedestrian and vehicle traffic, so Gu Jinglin stood on the side of the road for a while before carefully crossing. Entering the small restaurant, Gu Jinglin didn't see Wen Hao. Before Gu Jinglin could ask, an older woman who recognized Gu Jinglin and Wen Hao said, "Second floor, room 206." Hearing this, Gu Jinglin smiled and went upstairs. The private room was very small, with a square table and two chairs on each side. Seeing Wen Hao and Miao Miao each sitting on one side, Gu Jinglin didn't know which side to sit on. Sitting on Wen Hao's side would feel like being a married couple. Sitting on Miao Miao's side would feel like being a mother and daughter. Seeing Gu Jinglin still hesitating, Wen Hao pulled the chair next to him back a little. Feeling a little embarrassed, Gu Jinglin sat down next to Wen Hao. Often, when couples have conflicts, some husbands or Tingting might do something to betray their partner. Wenhao was an ordinary person. He harbored this belief because he always thought Tingting was having an affair with another man. What intensified this thought was Gu Jinglin's passionate kiss that morning, filled with a sense of grievance. So when Gu Jinglin sat beside him, and he saw her prominent breasts, Wenhao began to fantasize again. On a bed, he and Gu Jinglin were passionately kissing. He held what he considered his largest penis, rubbing it against Gu Jinglin's vulva, Gu Jinglin moaning ecstatically, while her husband stood by watching. Just as he had filled her vagina, her husband, with his small penis, was penetrating her honeypot—was he going to have sex with Gu Jinglin together with her? "Daddy, ordering!" His daughter's words pulled him back to reality. After this thought crossed his mind, Wenhao wondered if he'd been kicked in the head by a donkey. Even if they were going to have fun, it should be him alone. How could he let her husband join in? However, Gu Jinglin was that man's wife, and in the years she had lived with him, she had been subjected to his advances countless times. Since that's the case, then it wouldn't be a big deal to mess with Gu Jinglin along with that man, right? Besides, Gu Jinglin's husband has already made a similar request, so if Wen Hao were to pay a visit, he could basically turn his idea into reality, right? Realizing his thoughts were becoming increasingly filthy, Wen Hao frowned and looked out the window. Only one dish had been served, so no one had touched their chopsticks yet. But Miao Miao was incredibly hungry, so she stared longingly at the steaming braised ribbonfish. Seeing this, Gu Jinglin picked up a piece of ribbonfish and put it in Miao Miao's bowl. Seeing that Miao Miao wanted to eat but was hesitant, Gu Jinglin asked with a smile, "Boss, are you usually very strict with Miao Miao?" Coming back to his senses, Wen Hao smiled and said, "I'm not strict with her at all, it's just that this girl is very pretentious in front of outsiders, so if I don't say anything, she definitely won't dare to eat. Miao Miao, eat it if you want, but ribbonfish has bones, so be careful when you eat it, don't make a mistake like last time." After nodding vigorously, Miao Miao picked up her chopsticks. "What happened last time?" Wen Hao glanced at Gu Jinglin and said, "Usually when we eat fish, my wife always removes the bones first before giving the fish meat to Miao Miao. That day, my wife made braised white crucian carp, and Miao Miao sneaked some while my wife was in the kitchen stir-frying vegetables. She even got a fish bone stuck in her throat." Hearing this, Gu Jinglin, worried that Miao Miao might get a fish bone stuck in her throat again, transferred the fish from Miao Miao's bowl to hers. After making sure all the bones were removed, Gu Jinglin then put the fish meat into Miao Miao's bowl. Seeing Miao Miao eating with relish, Gu Jinglin smiled so much that her eyes narrowed. At this moment, the door to the private room opened, and a waiter came in carrying a bowl of garland bream and tofu soup. After the waiter placed the garland bream and tofu soup in the center, Wen Hao said, "Could you please bring us a bowl of rice?" "Okay." A moment later, the waiter brought a large bowl of rice to the table and then left. At home, she was usually in charge of serving rice, so when Gu Jinglin stood up to serve the rice and placed the steaming white rice in front of Wen Hao, he had a strange feeling. He thought the scene resembled a family of three, and he even had the absurd idea of living with Gu Jinglin. If she really had an affair with another man, Wen Hao would definitely choose to divorce her. Since Gu Jinglin hadn't had children yet and had no feelings for her husband, he could easily persuade her to divorce him, and then Wen Hao could live with her. Chapter 5 But what if she was forced to have an affair with another man? Should Wen Hao forgive her? Wen Hao had no idea what the answer to this question was. From a chauvinistic perspective, he couldn't forgive anyone who had been intimate with him. Even if he continued to live with her, he would still have a grudge because of it. He might even feel disgusted when they were intimate. But based on his usual behavior, Wen Hao might actually choose to forgive her. Because throughout their marriage, she had always been a good wife and mother, and had almost never done anything to make Wenhao angry or even consider divorce. Therefore, Wenhao only hoped that the truth was indeed as Tingting said. "Eat, the food is getting cold." Reminded by Gu Jinglin, Wenhao smiled and picked up his chopsticks. Wenhao didn't have the habit of taking a midday nap, so after lunch and returning to the shop, Gu Jinglin, as Wenhao had instructed, took Miaomiao upstairs to rest. As for Wenhao, he sat at the cashier watching the news. Wenhao didn't have the habit of watching movies; his favorite thing to do was watch movies with soft music playing. At 1:30, Gu Jinglin and Miaomiao came downstairs together. After resting for a while, Wenhao took his daughter to class. A little after 3 p.m., Wenhao's phone suddenly rang. To be honest, Wenhao didn't want to receive a call in the afternoon; he was worried that Tingting said she wanted to stay overnight in Tieshan County. But usually, the things you least want to happen are the most likely to happen. So when Wenhao saw the word "?" on his phone screen, his panic increased considerably. After answering the phone, Wenhao asked, "What's wrong?" "Honey, there's a problem at the tax bureau. I can't get the invoice, so I have to go there again at nine tomorrow morning. If all goes well, I should be home by tomorrow evening. I should be in the city around one o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and then I'll go straight to work." Wenhao had heard this kind of talk before, and back then he completely trusted Tingting. But ever since Tingting came home last night without stockings and changed her underwear, Wenhao no longer trusted her as much. So, hearing Tingting's words, Wenhao, feeling a tightness in his chest, said, "I don't want you to spend the night in a hotel, so can you go back to the city first? I'll drive you to Tieshan tomorrow morning; Xiaolin is watching the shop for me anyway." "That's too much trouble!"The woman on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Honey, I know you're worried I won't sleep well here, and even more afraid I'll run into bad people. But don't worry, I came to Tieshan with the female colleague who called me this morning, so we'll sleep together tonight, it'll be safe. Honey, what did you and Miaomiao eat for lunch? What are you planning to eat for dinner?" Wenhao knew Tingting was trying to change the subject, and he knew that even if he talked himself hoarse, he wouldn't be able to get her back, so he didn't want to say anything more and said, "Just fast food. Okay, I have to go now, a guest is coming in." "Okay, remember to take care of yourself and Miaomiao." "Okay." Before Tingting could hang up, Wenhao hung up the phone himself. After putting his phone aside, Wenhao stared at the computer screen with a serious expression. That phone call this morning was very suspicious. If it was a female colleague, Tingting wouldn't have needed to delete the call history. Plus, Tingting used the excuse of a female colleague to politely decline, so Wenhao was very worried that the so-called female colleague was actually a man. In fact, Tingting hadn't gone on a business trip at all; she had arranged to meet that man at a hotel that morning. Thinking that Tingting might be in bed with some man right now, Wenhao, consumed by suspicion, picked up his phone and called Tingting. After the call connected, Wenhao said, "Wife, I don't know why, but I miss you so much today. I was just staring at the photos you used to take. You haven't taken any photos lately, so could you take one and send it to my QQ?" "Just go to my QQ space! I took a lot of pictures when I went to the park with our daughter a few days ago."
"I only want to see the photos taken now, that'll feel more real." "I'll be home tomorrow night, that'll feel real then," she chuckled, then said on the other end of the phone, "You never say you miss me when I'm away on business trips, I thought you didn't care how many days I'd be away. So, to reward you for saying you miss me, I'll wear that super short nurse uniform I haven't worn in a year tomorrow night."
"Can you take a picture now to whet my appetite?" "Sure, I'll send it to you right away." "Okay, I'll keep my QQ open." After hanging up, Wenhao opened his QQ chat window with Tingting. After waiting for about five minutes, Wenhao finally saw the photo Tingting sent; that faint smile easily put him at ease. Tingting took the photo standing in front of a hotel window, and since Wenhao had been to Tieshan a few times, he recognized that Tingting was indeed in Tieshan. Although he knew Tingting was on a business trip, Wenhao was worried that she was with a male colleague or even her boss. If you drive, it takes about two and a half hours to get to Tieshan from here, so Wenhao decided to go to Tieshan. If Tingting really is with a female colleague, then Wenhao will stop overthinking. Thinking this, Wen Hao looked at Gu Jinglin, who was reading a romance novel, and said, "Xiao Lin, my wife won't be back until tomorrow evening, so could she have dinner with us tonight?" "I guess... I guess not," Gu Jinglin said, "I have to go back and cook for my husband." "Just tell him that there's a big client at the shop today, so we have to eat out before going back." After thinking for a moment, Gu Jinglin, looking quite troubled, said, "I'll call him first. If he's willing to let me eat out, I'll eat and then go back." "After dinner, you'll have to look after Miaomiao for me, because I'm going to a party. If I have a lot of fun, I guarantee I'll drink a lot. When I drink, I become incoherent and might even hit people, so I guess you'll have to look after Miaomiao tonight." Hearing Wen Hao's words, Gu Jinglin asked, "All night?" If Wen Hao really went to Tieshan and stayed there for about an hour, he wouldn't get back to the city until around midnight. His daughter goes to bed between 8:30 and 9:00, so if Gu Jinglin doesn't help take care of her, Wenhao can't go to Tieshan at all. Thinking of this, Wenhao said, "Basically, you'll need to stay with her all night. I think she gets along quite well with you, so it shouldn't be a problem." "I want to help you take care of the child, but my place is a one-bedroom apartment." "Then can you just come to my place?" After saying that, Wenhao then denied it, "That seems a bit inappropriate, and it wouldn't be good if the neighbors saw us. If it really doesn't work, you can help me put Miaomiao to sleep on the second floor tonight, and I'll pick her up when I get back from the party." "Aren't you known for getting drunk and acting crazy?" "I can't let you stay here with Miaomiao the whole time. Actually, I know you'll agree, but your husband definitely won't." "Yeah, that's how it is." The conversation reached an impasse. After a moment of silence, Gu Jinglin said, "Wait a minute, I'll call my husband first." As she spoke, Gu Jinglin picked up her phone from the corner of the cashier's counter. Because Gu Jinglin's cheongsam didn't have pockets, she usually left her phone on the cash register. She typically placed it in a corner to prevent theft. After finishing her call at the shop entrance, Gu Jinglin put her phone back and said, "I just told my husband that my sister and brother-in-law had another fight, so I have to stay with her tonight, and I won't be home to sleep."
"Thank you." "You're my boss, it's only right that I do this." "Anyway, thank you for your hard work tonight." "It's nothing, haha." Gu Jinglin wasn't a talkative person, so after confirming everything, she smiled and walked away. When there were no customers and after cleaning, Gu Jinglin's favorite thing to do was read romance novels. She longed for romantic love, but she had never experienced it. After dinner and spending half an hour with her daughter in the shop, Wen Hao asked Gu Jinglin to help his daughter with her homework. As for him, he excused himself to buy lollipops and left. After getting into his car, Wen Hao drove directly towards Tieshan County. On the way, Wenhao stopped to buy a bag of Alpenliebe lollipops and a rose before continuing to drive. Around 9 PM, Wenhao entered Tieshan County. Based on the information provided in Tingting's photo, Wenhao confirmed that Tingting had spent the night at the Fuli Hotel. Judging from the height of the buildings outside the window, Wenhao also determined that Tingting should be staying on the third floor. So, after parking the car about 100 meters from the hotel, Wenhao walked towards it. Theoretically, Tingting should be resting in her room at this time, so even if Wenhao swaggered in, the probability of Tingting discovering him was very low. If she did discover him, Wenhao would take out the rose he had prepared beforehand and give it to Tingting, saying that he had come to Tieshan to surprise her. After explaining the situation to the receptionist, she thought he was a very romantic husband, little did she know that he was there to catch his lover cheating. Confirming that no one was in the corridor of room 311, Wenhao pressed his ear against the door. Wenhao heard a man and a woman talking, but it was coming from the television. Wenhao was worried that Tingting was using the television sound to mask the noises of her having sex with another man, so he listened very patiently. But after five minutes, Wenhao heard nothing, not even Tingting's voice. Could it be that Tingting and her so-called female colleague were sitting on the bed, intently watching TV? To confirm whether Tingting was in the room, Wenhao called her directly. Hearing the phone ring in the guest room, knowing Tingting was inside, Wenhao went to her. "Honey, what's up?" Looking back, Wenhao said, "I just wanted to ask how your day went."
"Anyway, it's pretty much the same as usual," he paused, then continued, "I arrived in Tieshan at 10:30 this morning, and then went to the local tax bureau to get an invoice stamped. But since the person in charge wouldn't be here until the afternoon, I went shopping with my colleague. When we went back in the afternoon, the person in charge still hadn't come, so we had to spend the night in Tieshan. Anyway, the person in charge will definitely come tomorrow morning, so after getting the stamp and giving it to the contractor, I'll go back. You can sleep alone tonight, I'll keep you company tomorrow night." "Remember to take care of yourself." "Yes, I will." "That's all for now, I need to put Miaomiao to sleep." "Okay." After hanging up, Wenhao walked to room 311 again. Because someone was walking from the stairwell, Wenhao continued walking forward and took out his phone, pretending to make a call. Wenhao wanted to eavesdrop again at room 311 after the man went back to his room, but when Wenhao saw the man standing in front of room 311 and gently knocking on the door, his eyes widened. Chapter 6 Could this man, around forty years old, be the adulterer?! Wen Hao's heart leaped into his throat. He carefully examined the man before him. After standing in front of the door for a moment, the door was opened, but only a crack. Looking at the stranger through the crack, Wen Hao asked, "Who are you looking for?" The man asked, "Is Li Jing home?" "No, you've got the wrong place." Hearing this, the man subconsciously looked up at the door number, then awkwardly smiled and said, "Sorry, she lives next door. I knocked on the wrong door." "It's alright." After closing the door, the man went to knock on the door of 313. However, no one answered after knocking for a while, so after standing in front of the door for a moment, the man left dejectedly. Wen Hao had overheard the man's conversation with Tingting, so he knew the man had knocked on the wrong door, but this did not dispel Wen Hao's concerns. To be precise, until he went inside to see for himself, he couldn't believe Tingting's loyalty to him. So, Wenhao pondered how to get inside. He racked his brains, but couldn't come up with a solution. Looking at the rose in his hand, Wenhao decided to surprise Tingting! He strode to room 311 and prepared to knock. "Ugh…don't do that…" "Gently…gently, ah…" Hearing Tingting's sweet voice, Wenhao froze. That kind of sound was clearly made during sex, and Wenhao had heard it that morning. Realizing Tingting was having sex with another man, a chill ran down Wenhao's spine. What made Wenhao want to slap himself was that when he imagined Tingting being pinned down by that man, his lips kissing her earlobe, his hands kneading her firm breasts, her vagina receiving a large, hard penis thrusting into her, Wenhao's penis actually reacted! My God! Was Wenhao expecting to witness Tingting's infidelity? Wouldn't that make him no different from Gu Jinglin's husband? Realizing he seemed to have contracted a strange illness, Wenhao swallowed hard in fear. Wenhao desperately wanted to rush in and catch them in the act, but he also wanted to hear Tingting's moans a little longer. Perhaps she would cry out, her voice rising and falling, or even beg the man to slow down. Stimulated by this terrifying thought, Wenhao pressed his ear against the door, his hand rubbing his penis through his pants, waiting with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He imagined Tingting being vigorously thrust into, the sounds of slapping, or perhaps the increasingly loud moans. But after more than ten minutes, Wenhao heard nothing. Had he misheard? Had they actually done it before, and this was just playful teasing, and then Tingting accidentally got touched somewhere, causing her to say those things? Even though Tingting was on the other side of the door, Wenhao felt she was incredibly distant. Or rather, even though Tingting slept with him almost every night, because she kept many things from him, he felt that even though he possessed her body, her heart belonged to another man. Lost in thought, Wenhao hesitated, unsure whether to knock. If Wenhao hadn't discovered Tingting's infidelity, he would have considered himself the happiest man in the world. But the truth is often cruel! If he pretended not to notice, Tingting would definitely escalate her behavior, perhaps even bringing other men home for promiscuous activities, just like Gu Jinglin's husband had hoped for her. So, after a fierce internal struggle, Wenhao knocked on the door. A minute later, the door opened a crack. Thinking it was the same man, she was shocked to see her husband standing there, a brightly colored rose in his hand. She immediately closed the door, waited another half minute, then smiled and opened it again, throwing herself into her husband's arms. Holding Tingting, Wenhao looked inside. The guest room was small, so everything was visible. But besides Tingting, he didn't see anyone else. The bathroom light was on, and the door was closed. Wenhao knew the adulterer must be hiding in the bathroom; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken so long to open it. "Honey, what brings you here?" "To surprise you," Wenhao paused, maintaining his approachable smile, and continued, "In the years we've been married, I haven't really surprised you much. Even for your birthday, I just asked you what you wanted to buy. So I always felt our life lacked surprises and excitement. Therefore, after dinner, I specially bought a rose and brought it to you. So thoughtful of me, aren't you happy?" "Of course I'm happy!" After giving her husband a big kiss on the cheek, she asked, "How did you know I lived here?"
"Didn't you take pictures for me?" "So you asked me to take pictures because you wanted to know where I live!" She smiled, her dimples showing. "I never expected my husband to be so clever. I'm really impressed!" "Didn't you say you were living with a male colleague?" Wenhao deliberately misspoke, wanting to see his wife's reaction. "Female colleague, honey, you're overthinking it again. She's in the bathroom." "Then ask her to say hello to me." "She's in the bathroom. If you ask her to say hello, she'll think you're crazy," he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you going back to the city tonight?" "Xiaolin is taking care of Miaomiao, but I still have to rush back." Hearing this, she said with slight disappointment, "I thought you would stay with me." "Anyway, once you go back tomorrow, I'll stay with you the whole time," Wenhao said, raising his voice as he walked into the guest room. "I'm your husband, Wenhao. You must be the colleague my wife always talks about, right?"
Seeing her husband suddenly say something strange, Su Qing, her face flushed, lowered her voice and asked, "Honey, have you been drinking?" If it were a female colleague in the bathroom, she would definitely have responded to Wen Hao, even if she was using the toilet. So, having heard no sound, Wen Hao was even more certain that the person hiding in the bathroom was his lover. Thinking of Tingting's previous encounter with her lover, Wen Hao's face turned extremely ugly, and he quickly went to the bathroom. Seeing this, he hurriedly called out, "Honey!" Wen Hao was certain that his lover was hiding in the bathroom, so ignoring Tingting's cries, he quickly walked to the bathroom door and knocked hard. Seeing that the door was locked, Wen Hao, worried that his lover would escape through the window, took a step back. Just as she was about to grab Wen Hao's arm, Wen Hao kicked open the bathroom door. When Wen Hao saw the scene inside, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak. Not only him, but even the person inside was stunned. Standing in the bathroom was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties, with a beautiful face and shoulder-length hair. But that wasn't the point. The point was that the woman standing there hadn't had time to pull up her pants and underwear, so Wenhao saw her pubic hair. Seeing that she was wearing headphones and holding a phone, Wenhao knew what was going on. Apparently, the woman was listening to music while using the toilet, so she hadn't heard him when he called out. *Slap!* Enraged, she slapped her husband across the face. Looking at the door, which was closed but couldn't be locked, and touching his burning cheek, Wenhao didn't know how to explain his extremely outrageous behavior. Honestly, even listing a hundred possibilities, Wenhao never expected this. Using the toilet while wearing headphones and listening to music—wasn't that crazy? But Wenhao dared not utter such a comment now. "You've made me lose all face! How am I supposed to explain this to her?" she choked back tears, her eyes red. "If you had stormed in, she would have thought I specifically called you here, and then she'd have done something to her. If she tells her boss about it tomorrow, I'll be fired! Honey, you'd better explain this to me." How could Wenhao explain? Could he say he'd traveled all the way to Tieshan to catch his wife cheating? If he did, Tingting would definitely make a scene, causing a rift in their marriage. It might even lead to divorce. In short, Wenhao hadn't considered divorce until he found evidence of Tingting's infidelity. If Tingting hadn't cheated, and Wenhao was forced to divorce her, he would have lost a wonderful woman. After a moment of silence, Wenhao, who had become like a grandson, said, "You said there was someone inside, and then she didn't say anything, so I assumed it was a man hiding inside." "How could you think that?" she said, her chest heaving with anger. "I'm your wife! How can you not even trust me? You suddenly came to Tieshan this time because you thought I was messing around with other men? Anyway, after I wore the wrong underwear last night, I felt something was off about your expression." "I came to Tieshan because I wanted to surprise you, that's true," Wenhao said with a distressed expression. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have bought you roses." "Tell me, who catches someone cheating and brings roses?" Hearing her husband's explanation, she believed him to a large extent and said, "I can pretend today's events never happened, but she definitely won't. You'll have to figure out how to explain it to her yourself." "What's her name?" "Zhang Yanping, the company's cashier. There wasn't much going on at the company today, so she came to Tieshan with me. Honey, does it hurt? Did I hit her too hard?" Touching her husband's face, her eyes were full of pity. "I was really angry just now. I never expected you to do this." Just as Wenhao was about to speak, Zhang Yanping, who had already put on her clothes, came out. Seeing Zhang Yanping's expressionless face, fearing the matter would reach the director or general manager, she said, "Sister Ping, I'm sorry, my husband thought there was a man hiding inside. And since you didn't say anything, he just kicked the door open." After placing her phone and earphones on the table, Zhang Yanping, wearing a floral dress and with a good figure, smiled and said, "I heard what you were saying, so you don't need to explain too much to me. Anyway, let's pretend that just happened. By the way, your name is Wenhao, right? I've heard Xiaorou mention you. She said marrying you was the blessing of her life, haha." Seeing Zhang Yanping's reaction, Wenhao guessed that she wasn't narrow-minded, and felt a little embarrassed. If he had believed Tingting, that very awkward scene wouldn't have happened. However, if he hadn't pushed open the bathroom door, Wenhao would never have believed that Tingting hadn't been having an affair. Looking at the poised and confident Zhang Yanping, Wenhao said, "Sister Ping, I'm so sorry, I..." "Alright, alright, I already said nothing happened, why are you bringing it up again?" "Yes, nothing happened, hehe." In Wenhao's opinion, the atmosphere was still awkward, so he didn't know what to say. He actually wanted to go back to the city, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse, so he could only stand there with a somewhat forced smile on his face. Zhang Yanping, who was already sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, took a sip of water and asked, "Should I get another room?" "No need," Wenhao immediately denied. "I have to get back to the city. I need to take care of my daughter."
Chapter 7 "If we go back to the city now, it will be almost midnight. Your daughter should be asleep by then, right? And it's not safe to drive at night. I think it would be better if you came back with us tomorrow and gave us a ride." Zhang Yanping's words made sense, but Wenhao was worried about his daughter, so he said, "I can't rest easy, so I still have to go back to be with my daughter." "Are you sure you want your wife to stay here?" Zhang Yanping laughed. "Let me tell you, a man just knocked on the wrong door. Actually, I don't think he knocked on the wrong door. He just thought..." "Xiao Rou is pretty, so I wanted to take a few more glances."
Before Wen Hao could speak, he rolled his eyes at Zhang Yanping and said, "Sister Ping, that's not how you joke. Is it true that marital discord is all due to stirring up trouble?" "Okay, okay, I won't joke anymore," Zhang Yanping said, laughing until tears were almost in her eyes. "Actually, I just wanted a ride, otherwise what happened this morning..." "Don't say anymore." After being interrupted, Zhang Yanping understood and said, "It's just that there are too many people on the bus, the air is bad, and it's easy to vomit. My stomach isn't very good. Okay, Wen Hao, you should hurry back to the city. Remember to drive slowly. Oh, I forgot to buy some snacks. I'll go buy some now. Wen Hao, you stay with Xiao Rou for now. You can go back when I get back." Before they could speak, Zhang Yanping walked out. Zhang Yanping clearly wanted to create some time alone for them, so after Zhang Yanping closed the door, Wen Hao immediately hugged Tingting and kissed her thin, slightly glossy lips hard. Actually, Wenhao wouldn't usually be this proactive. Today, it was because he had a strange feeling of having regained something he had lost. Smelling the shower gel scent emanating from Tingting's body, Wenhao asked, "Did you take a special shower for me?" "Would you be even happier if I said yes?" "Of course," Wenhao smiled and said, "Wife, that slap you gave me earlier really hurt, it still hurts terribly. So, how about giving me a little extra reward tomorrow night?" "You were the one who kicked the door, otherwise why would I have hit you?" She paused, gently stroking her husband's face, and said, "I'll leave work early tomorrow afternoon and make a couple more dishes so you can drink more. After I get Miaomiao to sleep, I'll put on my nurse's uniform. If you're really good tomorrow night, I'll even change into my police uniform." Hearing this, Tingting was overjoyed.

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