Fall (04)

Chapter Four: Confusion

Ever since that time in the garage, Xiaobai has acted like he'd seen a ghost whenever he sees me, turning tail and running away regardless of the situation, making me too embarrassed to lay a hand on him again. Not long after, he moved away, and later I heard he transferred to another school. In my rage, I hit him without thinking, probably leaving him with psychological trauma. Fortunately, he knew he was in the wrong and didn't cause me any legal trouble.

But my troubles are already huge. Jing still goes to work on time, knowing she might be bullied and humiliated every day, but I'm powerless to do anything about it. After all, I'm stretched thin. I have to complete my research according to a tight schedule, and commuting to Jing's workplace takes forty or fifty minutes, clearly beyond my reach. And even if I did go, what could I do? Could I publicly denounce her affair with Spencer in front of all her colleagues?

I tried to persuade Jing to quit her job and become a full-time housewife, since my PhD salary is enough for both of our daily expenses. But Jing always refuses my suggestions, citing how hard-earned her job is. This kind of conversation happened several times, and the last one was also our first argument after marriage. During the argument, Jing seemed to sense something from my words and kept asking if I had heard something from others. Her originally strong tone suddenly turned pitiful, and she cried her eyes out. The question that was on the tip of my tongue was swallowed back. Even though she had done those things behind my back, she was still the woman I loved most. Even knowing that she was being wantonly humiliated and played with, I still couldn't bear to lay a finger on her. I still loved Jing deeply. It was around that time that Jing told me that as soon as I graduated, she would quit her job and come with me to the city where I worked to be a full-time housewife. A few days later, Jing happily told me that her company had accepted her resignation application for May of the following year, but at the same time, she told me that because of her early departure, she might need to work extra overtime occasionally as compensation. I was very happy about Jing's initiative. It meant that Jing still cared about me and cared about my feelings. I could understand her request to work overtime, since Jing's original contract was until October of next year, and it was fortunate that she was able to terminate it early without incurring penalties. I even advised her to be patient, as I only had less than six months left until graduation. However, what happened afterward made me realize that my understanding of "overtime" was wrong.

After that, Jing generally went to work on time, and would occasionally tell me in advance if she came home late. One day, she needed to work all night to meet a deadline. Although I was a little worried, I trusted Jing's love for me and let her go. Fortunately, this all-nighter only happened once. Life went on as usual, and my research progress was affirmed by my supervisor; I had entered the final stage of writing my thesis. My job search was also progressing well; several companies had expressed interest, and I successfully entered the second round of interviews. In four months, I could graduate and leave this place with Jing.

Today is the college's Thanksgiving Day, a big day for my agricultural college. To put it bluntly, it was about inviting all the corporate sponsors of our college to have dinner, tour the lab, hear student reports, and keep them happy so they'd continue funding next year. As my advisor's best student, I was responsible for receiving the corporate representatives visiting our lab. Jing's company, EF, as one of the sponsors, was also invited and sent a delegation of four people, including Jing, probably because of me. We
had just seen one group off when the EF delegation appeared at our lab entrance.

"Hi, Yi, long time no see, I missed you so much!" A tall white man rushed up and gave me a solid hug; it was Spencer.

Thinking about what he had done to Jing before
, I felt very disgusted with him, but I couldn't show it in this situation. "Hello, Spencer," I replied listlessly. "Welcome to visit. And who are these people?" I didn't want to talk to him at all and deliberately changed the subject.

"Oh, this is Mr. Zoe, our R&D center director. This lady is Ms. Stephanie, our HR manager. And this one, Jing, you don't not recognize your wife, do you? Hahahaha," he said, reaching out to put his arm around Jing's shoulder, but Jing dodged him. I ignored his joke and shook hands with the others. Zoe was a kind-faced old man, speaking with precise grammar, dressed almost rigidly, a typical Western gentleman. Stephanie needed no introduction; she was the woman in that bathroom door incident. Although we hadn't seen each other since, I remembered her vividly. I didn't like the way she looked at me; it always made me feel naked. When we shook hands, she gently squeezed my hand, clearly provoking and seducing me.

"Yi, hello! We've met before, haven't we?" Stephanie looked at me mockingly, the expression in her eyes making her seem somewhat malicious. She was wearing a blue pantsuit today, which made her skin look even whiter. Underneath the suit was a low-cut silk pleated top; after our last encounter, I had a feeling she probably wouldn't wear a bra now. A pearl necklace hung around her neck, which, combined with her outfit, gave her a professional and capable look. She wore flesh-colored stockings and ordinary black high heels. Anyone seeing her for the first time would never imagine that she was the slut who had been pleasured under Spencer's penis that day.

"Of course," I said, "at Jing's new employee welcome party."

"There should have been another one! Although it was an informal occasion." I glanced at Jing intentionally or unintentionally after saying that. Jing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she deliberately pretended to look around the lab.

"Yes, there was one," I could only reply, "Thank you very much for your company's support of our lab," and quickly changed the subject. The old gentleman was very happy and exchanged a few more polite words with me. I turned to Jing, who was dressed beautifully today. Her long hair was styled in a bun, her face was lightly made up, and she wore the Tiffany gold bead necklace I had given her, which accentuated her fair skin and gave her an air of elegance. She wore a fitted halter dress with a Chinese ink painting style, revealing her bare shoulders and highlighting her full breasts and hips, making her figure appear curvaceous. A DKNY handbag slung over her arm, giving her a very professional look. Her smooth legs dangled outside the hem of her dress, and she wore a pair of flesh-colored high heels, making her legs appear long and straight, which made me want to touch them.

Jing seemed a little shy about meeting me in such a formal setting, her face flushed, which was quite adorable. She smiled and shook my hand formally, greeting me, which prompted some teasing from her colleagues and my labmates, making the atmosphere lively. Afterwards, I led them on a tour of the entire lab and introduced them to several ongoing projects in the group. They, especially the older gentleman, were very satisfied with our progress, smiling and nodding frequently. At the end, he indicated he could continue collaborating with our lab and invited me to a luncheon the college had arranged for its sponsors. I was also looking to meet more industry experts, so I readily agreed. The lunch was a social gathering; we each carried a plate of food and drinks, moving around and chatting. Several times I wanted to talk to Jing, but because the older gentleman was so interested in my project, I could only shrug helplessly at her. Jing understood, gave me an "OK" from a distance, and went to chat with others. The older gentleman asked all sorts of questions, pulling me aside to discuss my experimental results in detail. I was happy to show others my work, and when I turned around and saw Jing chatting happily with my advisor, I ignored her and focused on chatting with the older gentleman. We chatted for about fifteen minutes, enjoying each other's company. Feeling a bit thirsty, I asked the older gentleman for a break to get some drinks. Looking around, I realized Jing was nowhere to be seen, and my advisor was chatting with someone else. Although there were quite a few people, the place wasn't large. I circled the crowd several times but couldn't find Jing, and Spencer had also disappeared.
I had a bad feeling. This was strange; the luncheon still had almost an hour to go, and they had no reason to leave. Did they go to the restroom? I hurried out of the hall to check, but almost bumped into a woman. I quickly stopped and said sorry. Looking up, I saw Stephanie smiling, arms crossed, looking at me.

"Yi, where are you in such a hurry?" she said, deliberately blocking my way, looking at me with a mocking smile. "I'm going to find my wife, please move aside!" I had no liking for this woman and had always vaguely felt that she was somehow connected to Jing's previous lewd behavior.

"Don't you want to talk to me? Hmm?" the woman said ambiguously, biting her lower lip as she took a step closer to me.

"I want to, but not now. Listen, please move aside, I need to find Jing!" I said, and started to walk around her.
Unexpectedly, Stephanie anticipated my move and deliberately swerved in my direction, bumping into me. Her champagne spilled onto her suit, and she let out a pretentious gasp, drawing stares from those around us. Extremely embarrassed, I quickly apologized and handed Stephanie some tissues. By this time, she had completely shed her flirtatious demeanor and reverted to the composure of a professional woman, smiling and apologizing to those around her. In front of everyone, she asked me to take her to the restroom. Not daring to act rashly in front of everyone, I suppressed my anger and led her out of the banquet hall. The restroom was around a corner not far from the banquet hall; although it was still busy, it was noticeably less crowded.

I angrily turned around and demanded of Stephanie, "Madam, what exactly do you want?!"

Stephanie remained silent, her delicate face tense, devoid of its previous expression. She just stared at me blankly, making me feel uneasy. After a long pause, she abruptly asked, "Do you still love her?"
"What?" I wondered if I'd misheard.

"Do you still love Jing?" she asked, confirming. "I want to know if your earlier anxiety was due to anger or love." Now it was my turn to be stunned. What was this woman up to?

"Love, of course I love her." I guess my face was completely blank.

"Can you swear? Swear to God?" she continued, still expressionless.

America is a Christian country, and people still hold God in awe; swearing to God is considered very serious by many. Although I was confused, I raised my hand as she instructed. "I swear to God, I still deeply love Jing!" "No matter what happens?"

"No matter what happens!" "Good! You're a smart person. I guess you already know something, right?" She looked at me questioningly.

"Spencer and Jing?" I didn't continue, unsure what this wicked woman was trying to say.

“Yes,” Stephanie sighed in relief, her teasing and seductive gaze returning, “Jing is a complete slut. You didn’t know that, did you?” I had thought about it, but never wanted to admit it.

“What did you say!” My voice rose, my fists clenched, and I could clearly feel the uneasy gazes from those around me.

Stephanie chuckled softly, placing her hand on my fist and whispering in my ear, “But she still loves you very much, and that hasn’t changed even after everything.” Her whisper tickled my ear, but her words exploded in my mind like a thunderbolt, igniting a spark of hope, and my fists slowly loosened.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Stephanie continued teasingly, “Can’t you see I’m helping you?” Although her words were irritating, she genuinely meant me no harm. I remained silent, arms crossed, staring coldly at her.

“That’s more like it,” she patted my shoulder with satisfaction, “Then I’ll continue, just listen.”
“Women’s sexual desires are much stronger than men’s, it’s just that we don’t express them,” Stephanie said seriously.

"Your Jing is a perfect example," she giggled a few times, then continued when I didn't react. "Her body is so voluptuous and wanton, born to serve men and be manipulated and played with by you, so she was conquered by Spencer's big cock in one go." She even licked her lips lasciviously. I snorted and looked away, my mind a jumbled mess.

"Of course, she looks conservative. But I helped her a little, and Spencer quickly got her. She's very dependent on that big cock now, but," she paused deliberately, "she still loves you!" "That's really strange!" she said dramatically. "I never thought that even the most intense sex couldn't break her love for you."

"I'll take her away!" I said resolutely, staring at the crowd in the distance.

"Hmph, easier said than done. Do you really think Spencer will let her go? She's his toy wherever she goes, at his beck and call, just like me..." Stephanie's tone turned somewhat sorrowful as she spoke, "If only Justin could have been like you back then," she muttered softly, almost to herself.

"What?" I asked, confused. Who was Justin? Why did this random person suddenly appear?
"Nothing, I'll tell you about it later." She rubbed her eyes, which were red.
"Now you have more important things to do. Go and understand your wife's sexual desires, and think carefully about how you should love her." She handed me a business card. "Here's my contact information. Don't contact me unless necessary. Remember! You can only look at this now. Don't disturb Spencer and Jing, and especially don't let them know what you and I talked about, or your Jing will really be in hell! I'll handle Spencer, but it will take time, soon."

"I..." I stammered, not knowing what to say. I still hated this woman, but the hatred had lessened considerably, even knowing she was the instigator of Jing's promiscuous behavior.

"What are you standing there for? Go find them! Remember what I said!" Stephanie seemed exhausted, leaning against the wall, pointing in a direction. "They went to the pilot plant. I don't know exactly where it is, find it yourself!" She then stared at the ground, saying nothing more.

The pilot plant was on the first floor, containing many large pieces of equipment for research and learning, simulating a factory environment. I ran a few steps in that direction, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and hesitated for a moment, but couldn't bring myself to say thank you. I turned back and ran towards the factory. What kind of woman was she? What had she been through? I didn't know, but I trusted her.

The banquet hall in the pilot plant wasn't far away, and it was empty, as everyone had gathered there; no one would come for at least forty minutes. The factory hall was brightly lit; they wouldn't be doing anything sordid there. So I turned my gaze to a row of small rooms to the left of the main entrance. The five small huts were neatly categorized according to their function: chemicals, tools, spare parts, and other factory supplies. A closer look revealed a faint light emanating from the innermost tool hut. I quietly twisted the doorknob; it was locked from the inside. This must be it. I pressed my ear against the door and listened; I could hear voices, but the door was too thick to make out clearly. I quickly turned and entered the adjacent reagent hut. Due to safety design, all the huts had external escape doors, which were interconnected. We often used this method to open accidentally locked hut doors. Through the safety door, I witnessed a scene that made my blood boil.

Only the middle of the three chandeliers in the hut was lit. In this dim light, two white bodies were passionately entwined. It was Jing and Spencer.

Jing's suspender dress had been unzipped at the back, her upper body completely stripped down to her waist, her bra was gone, and her breasts bounced with the man's thrusts from behind. Her hands were tied behind her back as if bound by something, her dress had been lifted up, and her snow-white buttocks were being penetrated by a huge penis. Her feet, clad in high heels, were laboriously keeping up with the man's rhythm, and she was making muffled moaning sounds, as if something was stuffed in her mouth.

Spencer, who was almost completely naked, appeared to be wearing clothes hanging on a rack nearby, as seen in the light. He squatted in a horse stance, grabbing one of Jing's upper arms with each hand, his enormous penis thrusting upwards with all his might into her vagina. Jing's vagina clearly couldn't fully accommodate this massive member; each time it only went in a little over halfway before her legs were almost lifted off the ground. If it weren't for Spencer's large hands holding her, she might have been lifted off her feet. After nearly 100 thrusts accompanied by the sound of wetness, Spencer seemed tired. He straightened up, pulled back, and withdrew his enormous penis from Jing's vagina, rubbing it against her buttocks. Without the support of his penis, Jing's legs went weak, and she almost knelt, but Spencer grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. One hand pinched Jing's chin, turning her face towards him, while the other hand shamelessly fondled and toyed with her breasts. Only then did I get a clear look at Jing's face. Her eyes were glazed, as if she were coquettish, her face flushed, and her mouth was stuffed with something black, which explained her muffled voice. Spencer grinned lewdly and pulled the object out of Jing's mouth—it was her panties. He stuffed them into her own mouth.

"Bitch, how does your own juices taste? Slutty, right? Hahahaha," Spencer chuckled smugly.
Jing gasped for breath, silent, but her face showed no disgust, as if it were commonplace.

"I was just worried you'd be too loud and someone would hear us, which would be embarrassing for us, right?" Spencer played with Jing in his arms, admiring her wet panties.

"We...we should finish quickly and get out of here, okay? I'm afraid someone will find out we're gone..." Jing said timidly, her buttocks seemingly intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the large penis behind her.

"Who'll find out about your Yi? Maybe, but that bitch Stephanie will be clinging to her, don't worry! Haha, maybe they're having sex somewhere too, ahahahahaha!" Spencer laughed wildly. Stephanie

seemed to have intentionally stopped me, but it was clearly her own decision to let me in. Why?
Hearing me mentioned, Jing's tone was clearly displeased. "Don't forget our agreement! We won't talk about Yi!" Spencer replied. "I know, you little slut, don't forget about tonight, my Chinese client is waiting for you at the company!" What are they going to do tonight? I clenched my fists nervously.

Jing lowered her head and didn't answer, but she seemed to enjoy Spencer's touch, letting out soft moans.
Seeing that Jing didn't answer, Spencer became annoyed, grabbing Jing's right breast with great force, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. "We had an agreement, you little bitch! You said it yourself!"

Jing winced in pain, "Be gentle!" She swayed her body, seemingly trying to shake off the hand. "I promise you, you have to keep your promise!" My lovely, innocent wife, how could you expect a beast to keep his word!
"Of course, of course I will, don't worry!" Spencer squinted, making a promise, but it sounded more like a casual remark. "Come on, let me help you warm up first, so you won't be too shy later." He pulled a round stool from the shadows, plopped down on it, and pointed his engorged penis at Jing. "It's buffet time, please help yourself!" He looked at Jing mockingly.

Jing seemed quite adept at it, turning around and kneeling naturally, burying her head in Spencer's scrotum and sucking his testicles. It turned out that Jing's hands had been tied behind her back the whole time, and judging from the shape and material, it was clearly her bra. Jing buried her head in her mouth and sucked on the two large testicles for a while, then began licking upwards along the huge penis. She lingered at the glans for a moment, then shoved the entire glans inside and began slowly giving Spencer oral sex. I remembered how skillfully Jing had performed oral sex on me; it seemed I had found her training ground. The enormous glans almost filled Jing's entire mouth, but she still moved her tongue to caress the huge penis. Spencer gasped a few times in pleasure, pressing Jing's head down with both hands and beginning to thrust restlessly, completely ignoring Jing's gagging and choking sounds. My heart ached watching her, but I didn't know whether the pain was from being tortured and played with or from her cooperation.

After licking for a while, Jing struggled to stand up and turned around, seemingly wanting to use her vagina to caress the huge penis. Spencer, however, remained seated, watching Jing do it herself with great interest. With her arms tied behind her back, Jing's balance was poor, and she slipped away several times when trying to connect with the huge penis. Each time she slipped away, Spencer would use his hand to slap her buttocks a few times as punishment. Jing was a little anxious, her beautiful legs pressed tightly together, rubbing slightly, her juices already flowing down her thighs to her feet, seemingly impatient to be fucked. Seeing that she couldn't sit on him from behind, and Spencer was deliberately teasing her, she simply turned around and straddled him face to face. My wife has been developed like this.

Facing each other seemed much easier. Although Spencer still deliberately dodged, Jing's legs firmly clamped Spencer's waist, and she seized the opportunity to sit the huge penis into her honey hole, tilting her head back and letting out a sharp moan, looking very much enjoying it, with a smile on her lips. She was about to move her hips up and down during sex when Spencer's large hands pressed down on her shoulders, stopping her in place. It seemed to be at the very point of deep penetration. Jing's expression was incredibly complex, a mixture of pain and pleasure, her face contorted, saliva dripping from her mouth as she moaned ecstatically. It seemed his large penis was pressing against her cervix. My heart tightened; I hoped he wouldn't ejaculate inside. Then I suddenly found it funny—why did I care so much about this wanton wife?

"Jing, your uterus is so incredibly comfortable. It licks my glans even better than your little mouth. You're absolutely gorgeous!" he said, then buried his face in her breasts, playing with and sucking on them for a while. "I also love your moaning sounds, but not today, we'll be found out. Here, suck this." He placed Jing's panties near her mouth, and she obediently pulled them up and let Spencer put them in her mouth. Then, under Spencer's large hands, she began to be manipulated, moving up and down. With her mouth gagged, she could only let out muffled groans, as if it were time to begin. While penetrating Jing, Spencer's mouth was also busy, sucking and licking Jing's swaying breasts, making her breathing and groans even more rapid. After about 100 more thrusts, Jing suddenly stiffened, hissing as her feet, which had barely touched the ground, lifted off and curled back, her entire weight concentrated on that huge penis. Her body convulsed a few times, then collapsed onto Spencer's shoulder, seemingly unconscious. "Is there any danger?" I worried, but then I saw Spencer calmly put Jing off him, stand up, and let her sit on a round stool, resting her face against his penis, seemingly rubbing it against her face. After a while, Jing slowly woke up, her eyes somewhat tired, but full of pleasure and desire, and she even actively stuck out her tongue to lick the penis covered in her own semen. Just now, Jing actually passed out from Spencer's fucking! I'm really ashamed of myself.

Spencer seemed very satisfied with Jing's performance, and with a rare gentle touch, he tidied the messy hair on Jing's forehead. "Little slut, did you enjoy fucking me just now? Haha, I sent you to heaven twice, and my big dick felt really good too. Your cunt is so good at sucking. Come on, it's about time, let me finish this battle too." As he spoke, he loosened the bra that was binding Jing's hands behind her back and pulled her wet panties out of her mouth as well. Jing was already exhausted and her legs were weak, so she let Spencer do as he pleased. At this moment, Jing leaned against Spencer's huge penis, panting and resting. Her arms hung limply at her sides, and her breasts trembled slightly with each breath. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she was still savoring the climax she had just experienced. Her hair was disheveled, and her skirt was bunched up at her waist. Her legs, clad in high heels, were spread apart. In the light, one could see that Jing's vulva was still glistening. The opening of her vagina, which had been stretched open by the huge penis, was slowly closing, and the vaginal fluid inside seemed to be flowing out. The round stool was still wet, and the vaginal fluid was flowing down the edges. She had completely lost her usual confident and capable goddess image.

Seeing that Jing was completely exhausted, Spencer shrugged helplessly, then placed her on the nearby workbench, spread her legs, and positioned her vulva towards my hiding place before going to find something. Watching my wife being treated like this, I naturally wanted to rush out and fight him, even if I couldn't beat him, I could at least give him a good beating. But for some reason, I kept remembering Stephanie's words, and I inexplicably trusted that bitch. So I just stared blankly as my wife was being bullied. Jing was still panting, seemingly having regained some strength, and she closed her legs, lying on her side, looking to the side, lost in thought. After a while, Spencer emerged from the darkness, holding a condom; so that's what he was looking for.

He waved the condom in his hand at Jing, saying with displeasure, "I hate this stuff the most. I never used it when I was fucking that bitch Stephanie, and you, you little slut, actually asked for it!" He then threw the condom at Jing. "But I'll keep my word. Same old rules, come here and put it on!" Jing obediently picked up the condom, carefully tore open the packaging, pulled out the condom, and meticulously put it on Spencer's enormous glans. She even licked it all over, seemingly to expel any air bubbles. Spencer shuddered with pleasure, and without another word, grabbed Jing's two beautiful legs and pulled them towards him. With a gasp from Jing, he thrust his penis into her vagina and began pumping. Jing turned her face to the side, only moaning incessantly, just like I had seen at Xiaobai's house, as if her soul had left, leaving only her wanton body to enjoy sex. She clutched her chest with her hands, her legs curled up and held in Spencer's hands. One shoe had come off, and the other was just hanging on her toes, swaying rhythmically with each thrust. This time, Spencer's movements were fast and wide-ranging. I was worried he might injure Jing's genitals, but her vagina seemed incredibly elastic, able to accommodate any size penis. It lasted about two hundred thrusts, during which Jing had another orgasm, but Spencer didn't stop until he roared and collapsed on top of her, seemingly ejaculating a large amount of semen. When he withdrew his penis, the large condom was still full of semen. Spencer pulled it off and tossed it into Jing's handbag, then rubbed his shrunken penis against Jing's calves before starting to get dressed. Jing gradually recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm, silently tidying her clothes and hair, hesitating over her wet underwear, unsure whether to wear it or throw it away. Spencer, who was standing nearby, noticed this, grinned, snatched the panties from Jing's hand, and before she could react, he pushed her down onto the workbench, her buttocks sticking up high, and roughly stuffed the crumpled panties into her vagina! "Fuck Spencer, you son of a bitch!" I screamed inwardly.

"Hold on, I'll take them out after we get in the car!" Spencer said rudely. "Tell Yi you're going to take a day off later, you'll have to work overtime tonight, there's a lot to do, hahaha!" Jing seemed to want to resist, but then seemed to remember something, so she just nodded and laboriously closed her legs to pack up other things.

Then I heard a lot of voices outside; it seemed everyone had finished the banquet and was returning for their tour. I quietly returned to the chemical shed while the two of them weren't looking, and looked out the window. Many people were walking around the factory, looking at the machines. A little while later, I saw Jing and Spencer push open the door of the shed next door, pretending to be looking at the machines and blending into the crowd. They soon separated and left. Jing must have gone to find me, so I quickly slipped out during the break, ran a short distance in the opposite direction of the banquet hall, and then pretended to be walking back. I bumped into Stephanie on the way, but she just smiled at me and walked away without saying a word. I met Jing at the entrance of the banquet hall.
"Honey, where did you go? I've been looking for you everywhere." Jing ran towards me as soon as she saw me, hooking her arm around mine and acting all cute. Her eyes were full of love. Was this really the Jing who had been fucked unconscious by Spencer just now? I almost thought I was dreaming.

"I went back to the lab to do some things. Have you been here the whole time?" I asked, forcing myself to be alert. Of course, I already knew the truth.

"Of course, where else would I go?" Jing said somewhat awkwardly. "By the way, honey, I have to work overtime tonight, so I won't be going back to sleep, okay?" Of course I knew you had to work overtime! I screamed inwardly, wishing I could tear her clothes apart and let everyone around see the panties stuffed in her honey pot.

"Oh, okay, I also have an experiment to do, it'll be quite late, I was just about to ask you for leave." I said, barely suppressing my anger. "Where are you sleeping?"

"It might be very late, I'll just make do in the duty room." Jing seemed a little flustered, pretending to look around to distract herself from her embarrassment.

"Hi, Yi, Jing, you're all here!" Spencer's voice came, and Stephanie next to him was also looking at me meaningfully.

"Jing told you, right? We have to work overtime tonight, to receive visiting clients from China, Jing is our best translator!" Spencer said with a hearty laugh, completely unrecognizable from the lewd look on his face when he was manipulating Jing just now.
"Yes, I know. You all need to get some rest." I glanced at Stephanie standing behind me, who quietly nodded in approval of my answer.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Jing. Well then, let's say goodbye! Goodbye." After saying that, the others shook hands with me one by one to say goodbye. Spencer's large, sweaty hands made me feel a little nauseous, I wondered how much of Jing's bodily fluids were on them. Afterwards, the group said goodbye and left. Jing's walking posture was still awkward, her legs tightly pressed together. For a moment, she seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating, she just kissed me and then followed them away. I watched my wife walk into hell, feeling utterly useless.

Only after they had turned the corner and disappeared from sight did I open my right hand to examine a key in my hand—the one Stephanie had given me when we shook hands. I was puzzled about where the key came from when my phone rang with a text message from an unknown number.

"Come to EF Company Building A between 8:20 and 8:30 tonight. Use the key to enter through the side door and hide in the locker in room 214. The timing has to be perfect, otherwise I can't help you. Take the recording equipment. —S"
It must have been from Stephanie. Was she helping me catch her husband cheating? Why? What would she do with the recording? My mind was about to explode. Regret, humiliation, anger, confusion—all sorts of negative emotions were tearing at me like demons. I am truly powerless to do anything about it, so I might as well follow Stephanie's advice. Even if it's a perilous journey, what's wrong with taking it?
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