Couples Clinic Rooms 1-8

Couples' Clinic

Word Count: 11,000
Date: aug/21/2013

【Chapter 1】

Leaving the meeting room, I checked my watch. It was past closing time again. Reluctantly, I picked up my constantly vibrating phone and checked the missed calls. Sure enough… all three were from my wife.

“Yaoyao…sorry, I was in a meeting…um, I know, I'll pack up and go home…no, no overtime today…um, okay…bye.” I had to call back my wife's missed calls immediately, otherwise the consequences would be severe, more than a small man like me could handle.

I quickly walked back to my desk, put my laptop in my bag, grabbed my coat from the back of my chair, said goodbye to my colleagues, and waved goodbye before leaving the company.

I stopped at a flower shop along the way, bought a bouquet of roses, and headed straight to the restaurant we had arranged to meet. Today was our wedding anniversary, and being late, I was sure I'd get a scolding. Time really flies; Yao Yao and I have already been married for six years without even realizing it.

Unfortunately, the online gaming market has long been dominated by large game companies, leaving small companies like ours to pick up scraps. The company is constantly in meetings, pushing for the development of new games, and as the head of a development team, I'm working day and night, only to shake my head and sigh at the endlessly lagging schedule.

I wish I had stayed in the US after graduation to find a job. My classmates are now working at Google, Blizzard, or Microsoft—the benefits and compensation are incomparable to what I have now.

But despite my envy, I don't regret my decision.

The reason I decided to come back was for Yao Yao's father, my father-in-law.

He had late-stage colon cancer and didn't have much time left. Yao Yao naturally didn't want to leave home for the US, and I didn't want us to be separated, so returning to China was the only option. Back then, it wasn't difficult for overseas returnees to find jobs, and I soon landed my current company. Yao Yao was deeply moved by my decision to give up a job opportunity at a large company in the US for her. We got married six months after returning to China. My father-in-law held on for almost a year before finally passing away.

Looking back now, I realize I owe my marriage to my father-in-law. Although Yao Yao and I dated for two years, the long-distance relationship meant she lacked my company, and many people ignored her
rejection of "I have a boyfriend" and continued their ardent pursuit. Even after I returned to China, three or four men were still persistently pursuing her.

If it weren't for Yao Yao's father's illness, which urged us to get married before he passed away, things might have taken a turn for the worse. Firstly, if my father-in-law passes away first, our wedding will have to be postponed until after Yao Yao has been in mourning for a year. Secondly, among those "love rivals" are so-called rich second-generation heirs, senior executives of large companies, and other powerful opponents. It's hard to say whether I, a mere overseas returnee, can compete with them or keep Yao Yao.

The traffic was as heavy as ever during rush hour. I finally crossed one intersection, but before I could even start to accelerate, the yellow light at the next intersection turned on again. Bored, I waited for the light to turn green, watching the crowd of pedestrians crossing the street. My thoughts drifted back… to my first encounter with Yao Yao…

That year, I had just graduated from university and had been accepted into Columbia University's Master's program in Computer Engineering. It was my first time traveling abroad and I had never flown before, so I was quite nervous. My IQ seemed to plummet to that of a primary school student; I couldn't find a seat and was blocking the line of passengers behind me…

Just as I was stuck in the aisle, incredibly embarrassed, a beautiful and poised flight attendant came to my rescue. She led me to the flight attendant area at the rear of the plane to wait, and only after the crowd had thinned out did she take me to my seat.
I glanced at the name tag pinned to her chest and remembered her name: Wu Yuyao. You asked me what she looked like and what her figure was like. Honestly, I didn't pay much attention at the time. All I remembered was that she had a sweet smile and a clear, melodious voice with a touch of the soft, gentle tones of the Wu dialect

—it was very pleasant to listen to. While waiting for other passengers to sit down, we chatted briefly, mostly her asking questions and me answering. When she heard I was going to Columbia University in New York for further studies, her words of praise and affirmation made me feel like I was floating on air. Looking back, it was just polite flattery; I don't understand why I was so happy hearing it from her.

Later, during the flight, I pretended to read newspapers and magazines, but I was secretly watching her the whole time. That's when I realized she wasn't just beautiful, but also had an amazing figure.

Her conservative white shirt wasn't revealing at all, buttoned up to the top button, and a purple silk scarf covered her entire chest from the neck down. However, her breasts were very prominent. Clothes that fit well on others were a bit tight on her, and the shirt clung to her body. When she walked in high heels, her breasts bounced slightly with each step, making my eyes widen and my penis harden. Later, during meal service,

she and another flight attendant pushed a food cart from front to back. The other flight attendant had her back to me, while she faced me. Although I could only see her two bouncy mounds from the front, it also made it easier for her to notice me peeping.

So I could only carefully look into her eyes first to make sure she wasn't looking in my direction before lowering my gaze to her breasts. I never dared to look for too long before averting my eyes.

As she got closer, I became even more careful when peeping, and my gaze lingered on her breasts for shorter and shorter periods. Just as she started serving the passengers in front of me, I suddenly caught a glimpse of fleshy skin. My eyes were instantly fixed on her—she was exposed!

When she bent down to pick up or hand a tray to a passenger, the pressure on her shirt caused a rip between the buttons. From my angle, I could see a pink demi-cup bra, the upper half of her round, plump breasts that were barely contained, and the very beginning of the cleavage between them. From that glimpse, I could deduce just how deep it was below.

When she finished serving the passengers in front of me, I snapped out of my daze and quickly looked away. A moment later, I stole a glance at her eyes—thankfully, she hadn't noticed. While she was serving

my row, I finally mustered the courage to steal a glance at her standing right next to me. The rip was just a short distance away. At that incredibly close distance, I could almost feel how smooth the skin on those breasts was, how soft and tender they were.

While she was serving the passenger next to me by the window, because the person next to me was asleep, she had to lean over the space in front of me to place the tray on the person's folding tray table. As a result, her two large breasts were swaying several centimeters in front of me. Coupled with the faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from her, I almost couldn't resist reaching out to touch those soft mounds of flesh.

Luckily, I restrained myself, but I quickly regretted it. Because my gaze was almost entirely fixed on her, I noticed that quite a few male passengers were taking the opportunity to grope her, sticking their elbows out into the aisle so she would bump into them, pretending to stretch and accidentally touch her as she passed by, or, in situations like the one I just witnessed, I even saw a passenger boldly reach out and grab those breasts a few times, then pretend nothing happened and continue reaching for the magazine behind the seat in front of him.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but blame myself for being so stupid. Why didn't I dare to make a move? After all, the chances of seeing her again after getting off the plane were probably lower than winning the lottery. As for your question about her bust size, I naturally had no idea at first. It wasn't until later, after we started dating, that I saw a sign on the shelf she picked out that said 32D.

Whenever she was harassed, I would see her face turn red with anger, glaring at the perpetrator but not daring to make a sound. Little did she know that this only emboldened the lecherous passengers; one even slapped her butt.

This time, it seemed she had really angered him. She grabbed his hand and scolded him. He was taken aback and, in his rage, hurled insults, accusing her of deliberately seducing him. It wasn't until other flight attendants came and pulled her away that the matter ended. However, this made the surrounding passengers look at the groping pervert with disdain, which taught him a lesson and made me feel very satisfied.

Later, she started to hide in their rest area and rarely came out. I got bored while waiting and gradually became tired, so I started to doze off.

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt the urge to urinate and woke up. The flight to the United States takes more than ten hours, so most people try to sleep as much as possible. When I got up, I saw a figure walking towards the toilet, which seemed to be the perverted passenger from before.

I didn't care too much, since the urge to urinate wasn't very urgent. I stretched in the aisle and then slowly walked towards the toilet while stretching my limbs.

I stood in front of the toilet for a while, but the person still hadn't come out. I thought to myself, "Is he taking a dump? I'm going to be suffocated by the stench!" Just as I was about to decide whether to change stalls, my eyes, which were darting around, suddenly noticed something was wrong. Why was the toilet light green? I tried to push it, and the toilet door opened easily. There was no one inside. Just as I was wondering where that person had run off to, I heard some movement behind me.
I turned around to face a curtain, behind which was the flight attendants' work area. Out of curiosity, I hesitated for a moment, then secretly peeked through a small opening.

A man with his back to me was embracing a female flight attendant in uniform from behind. Wasn't this the pervert? One of his hands was groping the flight attendant's chest, while the other was covering her face.

I thought to myself, "This pervert is really bold, coming right here to secretly get intimate with a flight attendant, isn't he afraid of being discovered?" But

upon closer inspection, something seemed off. The flight attendant seemed to be struggling, and the hand covering her face was clearly covering her mouth to prevent her from calling for help.

Then I looked again, and something even more off. Those breasts were huge, and why did they look so familiar? As the flight attendant struggled, I finally saw her profile. And...and...wasn't that her? My goddess!

As she struggled, a button on her shirt came undone, and the lecherous man seized the opportunity to slip his hand inside, pinching and kneading it roughly. Her face flushed crimson, even her neck turned slightly red. She heard the lecherous man whisper a threat in her ear: "You'd better not scream, or I'll tear this shirt to shreds and let everyone see your big, white breasts!"

Hearing this, she shook her head violently, struggling even more fiercely. Suddenly, the lecherous man released his hand from her mouth and quickly slipped it under her skirt.

She, who had been using both hands to block the lecherous man's hand, was startled and immediately used one hand to grab his forearm, stopping his further advances.

The pervert was naturally stronger than her. His arm slowly moved upwards, disappearing more and more beneath her skirt… She tried her best to pull down, but could only slow the pervert's upward movement, not force his hand out of her skirt. She watched as his arm almost disappeared down to his elbows, and her feet instinctively rose on their heels… Finally,

she jumped, jerked as if electrocuted, and her high heels, which had been off the ground, slumped back down to the floor. The pervert had succeeded; he had touched her sensitive… area, hadn't he?

Her face flushed even more; because her hair was tied up, it was easy to see that even the back of her ears were bright red.

The lecherous man was ravaging her with his hands while verbally abusing her: "How about that? Let's see if you can still play innocent. You're just a slut." Seeing her shaking her head violently, he continued, "You were fine just now, weren't you? Look, even the back of your ears are red. You said you didn't feel anything? Actually, it felt great!"

Seeing that she was still struggling, the lecherous man snorted, "Looks like I have to teach you a lesson before you'll admit it!" As

soon as he finished speaking, he leaned in and sucked hard on her neck. His hand inside her shirt pulled down, pinching and rubbing her exposed pink nipples. His hand below her skirt was also trembling rapidly.

She still didn't give in. Instead, stimulated by the lecherous man's actions, her body twisted even more violently. Suddenly, I saw a tear roll down her cheek...

This tear woke me up from my daze, which was watching the show in a daze. I lifted the curtain and went inside. My movements startled the pervert. He turned around, and seeing that I was alone, he didn't stop. Instead, he threatened me, "Young man, this is none of your business, mind your own business!"

I frowned and said, "It's not a hero to force himself on a woman. You'd better stop."

Seeing that I wasn't intimidated and backed down, the pervert's expression turned resentful. He even smiled and said to me, "Brother, how about we play with this slut together? Look at her breasts, they're made for men to play with."
I had never seen such a shameless person, and I didn't want to get entangled with him any longer. So I took a step back, half-turned around, pulled open the curtain, and shouted, "Waiter! Waiter! Where is she?"
Seeing my actions and hearing my shouts, the pervert knew that things were hopeless. He reluctantly released her, leaving behind a long string of curses, and left angrily.

I saw her turn around to straighten her clothes, her shoulders trembling slightly as if she were sobbing. I asked her, "Are you... alright?" She shook her head without speaking or turning around. Thinking it would be awkward to stay, I touched my nose and returned to my seat.

After calming down, I remembered I hadn't urinated yet, so I got up. Thinking it inappropriate to go there now, I headed to the other end of the restroom. When

I came out, I was startled by her standing outside. Seeing my surprised expression, she chuckled. Her gentle, spring-like smile made me stand there dumbfounded. Seeing me staring at her blankly, she blushed, reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me behind her. After a few steps, she let go, indicating I should follow her.

We returned to the flight attendants' work area. She turned around and bowed to me, saying she'd forgotten to thank me. I quickly waved and said it was nothing, but a pang of guilt struck me for being so engrossed in watching that I'd forgotten to rescue her sooner
. The atmosphere became a little awkward. Seeing she wasn't speaking, I hesitated, unsure what to say, and then decided to go back to my seat. Suddenly, she said, "Could you stay here with me for a while? I'm afraid he'll come back again."
I thought to myself, "Yeah, most people are sleeping now." But I wondered where all the other flight attendants were. Had they also slacked off and gone to sleep, leaving her to look after them alone? In the end, I didn't ask her that. We simply introduced ourselves and started chatting casually.

As people gradually woke up, she thanked me and got busy, so I returned to my seat. Throughout the rest of the journey, until the plane landed, I tried several times to ask for her phone number but couldn't muster the courage, and the matter was left unresolved.

Later, I threw myself into my studies, and the incident slowly faded from my memory. Occasionally, I would think back and feel regretful, wondering if I had been more proactive and there might have been a chance for something more, but it was too late.

Sometimes fate is strange. I had planned to finish my studies in two years before returning home, but then a close college friend was getting married!

We were very close in college, and he insisted that I come back to be his best man, offering to pay for the airfare. I thought, "Oh well, I'll just go back during the Christmas holidays." Unexpectedly, I ran into her again on the flight back home—Wu Yuyao.

I saw the look of surprise on her face; I hadn't expected that she would still remember me after half a year.

The plane took off, and I sat in my seat, waiting anxiously.

Just as the flight attendants' busy schedule seemed to be winding down and the passengers were slowly drifting off to sleep, I was eager to get up and find her. Suddenly, I turned around and saw her standing there, watching me with a half-smile.

She pulled me back to the work area, but again, there were no other flight attendants. As I was trying to think of a topic to discuss, she turned around and punched me in the shoulder. It

wasn't a hard punch, but I was completely bewildered. Before I could ask her anything, she spoke first: "Why didn't you call me?"

Huh? What kind of act is this? "You didn't give me your phone number..."

I scratched my head, puzzled. "What phone number? You didn't give it to me..."

She rubbed her forehead with her hand and stuck out her tongue. "I knew it..." Seeing my blank look, she blushed and said, "I... I wrote it down on a piece of paper and put it in your shirt pocket while you were sleeping..." Oh

my god, her mention of it reminded me of the first time I did laundry after arriving at school, when I pulled a wad of tattered paper out of a pile of clothes...

I immediately told her about it, and we both laughed so hard we bent over, marveling at how unpredictable life is, and how mysterious fate can be.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little ambiguous. Looking at her beautiful, flushed face, if I didn't realize she had feelings for me now, and this was a huge chance, then I'd really be a complete idiot, and might as well go buy a block of tofu and smash my head against it.

I mustered my courage and shamelessly asked her to give me her phone number again, and then we exchanged numbers, and I chatted with her again.

Later, we talked about the reason I came back to China. On a whim, I invited her to my classmate's wedding banquet. That's how we started dating, a long-distance relationship that lasted for over a year and a half until I graduated.

"Beep beep!..."

The sound of a horn behind me pulled me from my reverie. I quickly followed the car in front, and with the slow flow of traffic, we finally reached the intersection in front of the hotel.

I sat in the car waiting for the light to change; once we crossed this last intersection, I could turn into the hotel parking lot. Bored, I casually watched the crowd crossing the street when a beautiful figure in a flight attendant uniform stood out in my sight.

That was my wife! Watching Yao Yao pull her suitcase from the direction of the subway station, crossing the street with the crowd towards the hotel, I felt a surge of excitement and wanted to roll down the window and shout to her. But a question lingered in my mind: didn't she say on the phone that she had already gotten off the plane and urged me to hurry up? Why was she only arriving now?

Just as I was pondering these questions, I witnessed a shocking scene: a bald, middle-aged man in a suit, with a somewhat sleazy appearance, was closely following Yao Yao. This wasn't surprising, but what was strange was that he had one hand on Yao Yao's buttocks! When Yao Yao noticed, she simply tried to push him away a few times with her free hand, and when she couldn't move him, she stopped resisting!

Why didn't Yao Yao resist?

While I was both shocked and confused, the bald man's hand on Yao Yao's buttocks suddenly grabbed her plump, round buttocks and began kneading and squeezing them!

This time, Yao Yao screamed and jumped back, attracting the attention of passersby. Yao Yao, blushing, grabbed her suitcase and ran a few steps forward. The bald man's hand stopped in mid-air, seemingly not expecting such a strong reaction from Yao Yao. He awkwardly lowered his hand, and seeing that Yao Yao had already walked quite a distance, he quickly ran to catch up with her, reaching out again to put his arm around her shoulder, pressing her body tightly against his.

Yao Yao twisted her body, trying to break free, but after a few attempts, she let the bald man hold her, and the two figures disappeared into the hotel entrance.

I drove to the parking lot. Usually, I would slowly find a parking space myself, but this time I drove straight to the valet parking area, dropped the car off, and ran through the revolving door, looking around for Yao Yao.

The receptionist greeted me. I was about to tell her that my friend had arrived first and I could go in by myself, but then I thought, why not just ask her directly, "Hello, my friend arrived first. Could you please check if her name is Wu Yuyao? She should be wearing a flight attendant's uniform."

The receptionist immediately said, "Oh, I remember them. Room 305. You can take the elevator upstairs and turn right to the end. She's on your right."

I thanked her and quickly walked through the lobby towards the elevator. From a distance, I saw Yao Yao in her uniform enter the elevator, with the bald man still following behind her.

I hurried to the elevator, hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the emergency exit and began running up the stairs.

Second floor, third floor—I crept closer to the stairwell doors. A transparent glass panel was embedded above the metal doors. I looked out—no one… I

quietly opened the door a crack. No one outside. I peeked to the right—and there it was! This time, it was just a fleeting glimpse of the bald man's shadow. I tiptoed along the wall towards the private room. The clatter of his high heels echoed on the floor; he seemed to be moving quite fast. I quickly pressed myself against the wall, searching for a place to hide.

Yao Yao, her back to me, half-runned out of the private room and into the opposite restroom. Luckily, she didn't notice me because of the angle. Then, surprisingly, the bald man also rushed out of the private room, reaching the women's restroom door before it closed, and pushed it open.

My heart skipped a beat. I checked the sign on the door: women's restroom.

"What's that bald man doing in there? The women's restroom... Could it be..."

"Is it really what I suspect?"

"No! I don't believe it..."

"Yao Yao wouldn't betray me, she wouldn't..."

"Fool! She already betrayed you..."

"No! It's not like that..."

"The facts are right in front of you, stop deceiving yourself..."

My heart was in turmoil, and I stood anxiously at the door. Should I push the door open and go in? If it really is... what should I do? ...

One minute...

two minutes...

three minutes have passed, should I go in or not?

"Wait a little longer..."

Five minutes have passed...

"No, I have to go in and see..."

I mustered my courage and crept closer. Suddenly, I heard two women talking, and they seemed to be getting closer. I immediately pretended nothing was wrong and went into the private room Yao Yao had booked. As soon as I entered, I hid to the side and secretly observed. The two women slowly pushed open the door and went into the restroom…

“Huh?” The scream I expected, the figure pushing open the door and rushing out—none of that happened.

After a while, about two minutes, the two women pushed open the door and came out, talking as they slowly walked away until I could no longer hear their voices.

I checked my watch; ten minutes had passed.

I finally couldn't resist anymore. I tiptoed to the door of the women's restroom, placed my hand on the door, and was about to push it open when I faintly heard a sound…

I put my ear close to the door, and the sound seemed to disappear again…

I quietly and gently pushed the door open a crack…

“Ugh, ugh… ooh… mmm…”

It was very suppressed, very soft, and I couldn't tell if it was a male or female voice.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap, ah...so good...slap, slap, slap, slap..."

The obvious sound of flesh hitting flesh, along with the man's deep voice calling out in pleasure. Hearing the sound, the image quickly appeared in my mind. Even though I didn't want to admit it, even though I didn't want to imagine it, it still appeared before my eyes against my will... The sound of the impact was too familiar... It was Yao Yao's plump, fleshy buttocks, and the man's abdomen...

Yao Yao knelt on the toilet with the lid on, her hands holding the water tank, her buttocks sticking out. The bald man was half-squatting behind her, his thick, filthy penis thrusting in and out of her honey hole. Yao Yao leaned back to meet the man's thrusts, her tight vaginal muscles clenching and rubbing against his penis. Her plump, tender buttocks collided and bounced away from the man's lower abdomen...

"Ugh... Hmm... Tsk tsk... Ha, ugh, ugh... Plop, plop..."

This was... a woman's muffled moans... It was Yao Yao... and the sound of the penis thrusting in and out of her overflowing, tender hole... Had

Yao Yao already felt so good, so good... that she was moaning...? The man's penis was thrusting and plopping inside Yao Yao's hole. Had Yao Yao's desire been aroused? ...Right...Yao Yao, who's usually so conservative when we make love...Is this man too good? ...Or am I too bad?

I can't let you moan, but this man can. If we weren't in a public restroom and had to suppress our moans for fear of being discovered, I bet you would have been moaning loudly by now, right? Even when you're suppressing your moans, you're still so intense...

I'm starting to feel hopeless...I don't know what I'm doing right now...

"Huff, huff, ha...faster...faster...faster...oh...huff...so good..."
This time it was the man's voice...it sounded like...we changed positions?

The man was sitting on the toilet, and Yao Yao straddled his thighs, facing him...actually, it was what's commonly known as the Guanyin sitting on a lotus position...

Yao Yao's long, smooth, and shiny hair, which reached halfway down her back, swayed and danced lightly with her movements. Her plump buttocks swallowed and exhaled the man's penis, her two heavy, beautiful breasts swaying before his eyes. The man, lost in passion, grasped her white breasts and kneaded them vigorously, excitedly licking her erect nipples in turn. His lust was high, almost bursting forth, and he kept murmuring "Faster!" interspersed with panting breaths. Finally… his semen erupted, and the man exhaled deeply, shouting "So good!"…

Yes… so good… I knew how wonderful, how alluring Yao Yao's body was… but before, only I knew…

I staggered back a step, then after a long while, took another half step back.

Suddenly, I felt like I was suffocating. I opened my mouth wide to gasp for air, but it seemed I couldn't get a single breath. My heart seemed to stop beating, my world seemed about to collapse. A wave of dizziness suddenly washed over me, and I felt darkness seeping in from the outermost edge of my vision. I had a feeling that as soon as darkness filled everything before me, I would faint.

I squatted on the ground, taking a deep breath with all my might. It seemed like I could breathe again, and I started panting heavily. My heartbeat seemed to return, and the darkness and dizziness gradually subsided.

Everything seemed to slowly return to normal. I struggled to my feet, reached out and leaned against the side—it was the men's restroom door. I pushed it open and went inside. I went to the sink and splashed cold water on my face to calm myself down.

After a while, my emotions finally calmed down, but my thoughts were still a jumbled mess, making it impossible to think clearly.

Perhaps confronting her now would catch her off guard, but I was also caught off guard by the fact that Yao Yao had cheated on me… Besides, any decision I made now would be impulsive. I decided to pretend I didn't know and wait until I was completely calm.

After making up my mind, I pulled out a tissue and dried my face, took a few deep breaths in front of the mirror, and pushed open the door to the men's restroom.

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw Yao Yao standing at the entrance of the private room, looking towards the elevator, seemingly waiting for me. After taking a few steps, I called softly, "Yao Yao." Only after speaking did I realize my voice was a little hoarse.
Yao Yao turned around and saw me, her face lighting up with joy. "Why are you so late? Did you get stuck in traffic again? Why did you come this way?" She asked, "What's wrong? Your voice sounds strange."

I shook my head to indicate I was fine, partly because I didn't want to talk too much. "I just got here. Why aren't you sitting here waiting?" My voice wasn't so hoarse anymore, seemingly starting to return to normal. Just

as I was about to step into the private room, Yao Yao stopped me. I looked at her, puzzled. She seemed to want to say something, but didn't know how to say it. My heart skipped a beat. Was she going to confess to cheating on me now? If that were the case, how should I react?

Yao Yao remained silent for a long time, unable to utter a word. I finally said, "Why don't we go inside and eat first? You can tell me when you've sorted things out. No rush. Hmm?"

Seeing me about to go into the private room again, Yao Yao suddenly became anxious: "Um, Bang... there's one more person having dinner with us tonight..."

"Huh?" I was confused by Yao Yao's words: "Isn't it a wedding anniversary celebration..."

I peeked into the private room and was immediately stunned, then a nameless anger rose within me... I thought he had already left, but I didn't expect this bald "lover" to be so shameless, daring to stay and dream of having dinner with us!

What do you guys take me for? You cheated on me and now you're slapping me in the face? In my heart, I even blamed Yao Yao. Yao Yao, do you want me to be so green with envy that I despise myself before you're happy?

"Hello, you must be Xiaoyao's husband? I'm Lu Qi, Xiaoyao's scheduling manager." While I was still in a daze, the bald man had already stood up and walked up to us, extending his hand to me with a smile.

"Hello." I shook his hand casually and immediately let go. The fire burning inside me was almost uncontrollable, and I found it really hard to feign a friendly attitude. I knew my stiff expression must look terrible...

Seeing this, Yao Yao quickly came to my rescue: "Manager Lu, this is my husband, Chen Anbang. I'm sorry, he's been quite busy at the company lately, so he's been a bit tired." Yao Yao secretly tugged at my sleeve, seemingly blaming me for being impolite and having a bad attitude.

"It's alright, it's alright," Manager Lu said, waving his hand. Seemingly noticing the awkward silence, he gestured for Yao Yao and me to sit down: "Come, come, let's sit and chat." He really acted like he was the hostess, and Yao Yao the hostess, and me the guest? Was I here for your wedding anniversary? ...
I remained silent, pulled out a chair, and sat down. After Yao Yao and Manager Lu sat down as well, the atmosphere became somewhat tense. Manager Lu, true to his managerly nature, quickly smoothed things over: "Come, come, I came here for dinner today and happened to run into Yao Yao downstairs. Learning it was your wedding anniversary, I came uninvited and insisted on toasting you to express my congratulations. Please don't be offended. Hahaha..." Listen to how beautifully he said that!

Seeing that I didn't move or speak, Yao Yao quickly picked up a glass from the table and handed it to me, while raising her own glass and saying, "Not at all, thank you, Manager Lu."

Manager Lu and Yao Yao both took a sip.

Manager Lu remained silent and motionless upon seeing me, then said, "Xiao Wu is very capable at the company, with a gentle and generous personality, and she's also very beautiful. Mr. Chen is truly lucky to have married such a beautiful and virtuous wife!" Oh, something's off. He's changed his address to Xiao Wu now. Why doesn't he dare to continue calling her Xiao Yao so affectionately?
Yao Yao replied shyly, "Oh dear, Manager Lu, please don't talk nonsense. I'm not that good."
I coldly watched this adulterous couple putting on their act, my anger about to explode. I took deep breaths to calm myself, tightly pursing my lips, afraid that if I couldn't hold back, the words I uttered would ignite everything.
Manager Lu and Yao Yao chatted aimlessly for a few more minutes. Seemingly sensing the atmosphere hadn't improved, Manager Lu finally couldn't sit still any longer and stood up, saying, "Um... Xiao Wu, I'm a little tired, so I won't disturb your romantic time. I wish you both a long and happy marriage. I'll be leaving now."

Yao Yao also stood up, saying, "Ah! Well... Manager Lu, please take care. I'm so sorry, my husband is really tired today. I apologize for not being

able to take good care of him." After seeing Manager Lu to the door of the private room, Yao Yao turned back and said loudly, "Chen Anbang! Explain yourself! Why did you treat me so disrespectfully today? Why did you treat my boss like that?"

"Here it comes!" I thought to myself.

I looked up and met Yao Yao's gaze for a moment, noticing her eyes were gradually reddening. I thought, "Does treating your lover like this make you so upset?" The anger that had finally subsided a little after Manager Lu left rose again.

Thinking that we shouldn't air our dirty laundry in public, and that arguing here would be really unsightly, I forced myself to suppress my emotions and sighed, "Can we talk about this at home?"

I don't know what Yao Yao saw in my eyes—indifference? anger? or humiliation? In any case, she seemed to sense that something was really wrong with me, and I saw a hint of unease in her eyes.

Yao Yao's spirits seemed to have dampened. She came over and took my hand, stroking my face with her other hand, and softly asked, "Are you really tired? Or did something happen at work?"

I shook my head, not answering her directly, but simply said, "Let's go home first. I'm really a little tired."
When we got to the parking lot, Yao Yao noticed the bouquet of flowers I had hastily left on the passenger seat. Her mood instantly improved. Holding the flowers, as I took the keys from the valet, she leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheek: "This is a surprise reward for you." Then she pouted and said, "But you still need to explain your behavior today. Do you know how bad things will be for me at work if you offend him?"

I smiled noncommittally, knowing that my forced smile must have looked stiff and awkward…

I casually gave the valet a tip, got into the car, and drove into the traffic…
[To be continued]

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