My Second-hand Wife with an Automatic Transmission (Sixteen)

Dinner was arranged in a private room with three tables at a Sichuan restaurant. Two tables were for my classmates, and one table was for my wife's classmates. Because the wedding was the next day, everyone wanted to chat and have a few drinks with their classmates, so dinner wasn't scheduled too late. It was planned to start around 3 pm. Ever since my wife told me at noon that Bai was also attending the wedding, I've been feeling uneasy. My wife dressed up at home, putting on light makeup and simply putting her hair up. She looked elegant and beautiful. In the end, she chose a dark red bodycon dress that showed off her slender waist and round hips. I watched my wife get ready and choose her clothes the whole time. I noticed that although she didn't seem to be making any special preparations, every move she made revealed a sense of tension and unease. She kept adjusting her clothes, hair, and makeup. I didn't know what my wife was worried about. I guessed it might be related to the fact that she was about to see Bai, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. After all, I knew that my wife always felt inferior in front of Bai. I could only go over and hug my wife. I told her that she felt like a goddess today, and from tomorrow on, she would be a happy woman with a family. The past should be left in the past. I told her that no matter what happened before, I would always love her, and she would always be like a goddess by my side. Hearing my comforting words, my wife relaxed a little. But I knew that although I could comfort her like that, my own anxiety was probably no less than hers.
Soon we set off. When my wife and I arrived at the restaurant, most of our classmates had already arrived. At the door of the private room, I deliberately stopped with my wife. I wanted to recognize Bai before going in, so I asked my wife to point her out.
Bai was sitting at the same table as my wife's classmates. Bai was at the table against the wall, tilting her head and looking at her phone with a girl next to her, the two of them whispering to each other. Because Bai was sitting there with his head tilted to the side, I couldn't see his face or height very clearly at first glance. But from one side of his face, I could tell he was a fair-skinned, clean-cut guy, and he was wearing a slightly tight shirt. The shape of the shirt suggested he was the kind of guy who works out and is quite strong. My wife told me that the girl next to him looking at her phone was her roommate, one of the two bridesmaids tomorrow. I'll call her Qian for now. I actually have a pretty strong impression of her; I specifically remembered her appearance. She's quite pretty, with short hair, and she has a particularly capable air about her. But what caught my attention wasn't her looks or outstanding demeanor, but rather what my wife told me: the girl who said she couldn't attend a group activity when Bai first took her away from school was Qian, and it was also this girl who informed Bai about my wife's wedding. To be honest, these two things make me unsure whether to hate her or thank her. Moreover, she was the bridesmaid for the second day, and had arrived a few days in advance. We even rehearsed the wedding together once, and then had a meal together. I felt that she and my wife had a very good relationship, so I had a pretty deep impression of her.
My wife and I straightened our clothes, and she took my arm as we walked into the private room. I could clearly feel that my wife was very nervous; her body was noticeably stiff. I thought that my wife was so nervous because she was going to see Bai, or maybe because she was going to see a bunch of my classmates, but at this point, I didn't have time to guess. As soon as we entered the private room, the classmates erupted in excitement. Those who had been whispering and chatting turned their attention to us. Qian and my best man also left their seats and came over. Qian stood next to my wife, and my best man stood next to me. The best man started by giving a short speech, which was nothing more than some polite remarks, talking about things from our school days, and then congratulating us, etc. Then it was Qian's turn, then mine, and finally my wife's turn. While the best man and maid of honor were giving their speeches, I casually glanced at Bai again. Since Qian had moved away from him, Bai had sat up straight, and I got a good look at him. I have to say, he was indeed a very handsome man—very fair-skinned, with a great face shape and smooth skin. Although clean-cut, his facial features had a strong, masculine quality. Judging from his upper body, he was definitely the type who regularly works out; under his slightly tight shirt, I could clearly see well-defined muscles in his shoulders, arms, and chest. I thought to myself, thank goodness I wasn't wearing anything too tight, or I'd feel incredibly inferior in comparison.
I noticed my wife seemed particularly nervous while she was speaking. During this time, Bai kept staring at her. When her gaze fell on him, he even waved to her, causing her to pause for several seconds, then start avoiding his gaze. I thought my wife must have had a very difficult day; I wondered if it would affect the wedding the next day.
After we finished our brief introductions, my wife and I went to each table to offer toasts. When we got to my wife's classmate's table, all of her classmates stood up. Bai also stood up gracefully with his wine glass in hand. Then I noticed that Bai's physique was simply amazing. He was a whole head taller than me, even though I was wearing shoe lifts. I couldn't help but glance at Bai's crotch. Bai was wearing loose pants, so I didn't really expect to be able to tell the size or length. I just looked over instinctively. But to my surprise, perhaps because my wife looked so beautiful today, Bai was already aroused. I could clearly see the head of Bai's large penis, which was slanted and already touching the waistband. I only glanced at it and knew that my wife had lied to me. My wife said that Bai's penis was half the length of mine, but it looked to me that it was more than twice the length of mine. Moreover, my wife always said that because my penis was thicker than Bai's, she felt very comfortable when I penetrated her. Although the pants were loose and I couldn't see the entire thickness, the glans touching the waistband looked like the size of a child's clenched fist. And judging from the material of his pants, it wasn't because the pants were thick that it looked big. So, either the diameter of Bai's penis is too small, or it's too large. At this moment, Bai brought his glass over and clinked it with my wife's. I quickly looked away from his genitals, and then Bai smiled and said to me, "Congratulations, handsome, you've married the most outstanding beauty in our class. You're going to be lucky." I thought to myself, "When you say 'lucky,' do you mean you've trained my wife's technique well? Do you want me to thank you for playing with my wife so diligently for so many years?" But despite my thoughts, I quickly said thank you to him and then started clinking glasses with the next person. At that moment, I felt my whole face burning. I turned my head and saw that my wife's face was also red all the way to her neck. My wife and I quickly clinked glasses with everyone, then walked to the middle of the private room and said some words of encouragement. Then Qian pulled my wife away. Qian was sitting next to Bai, and a seat had been reserved for my wife on the other side of Qian. I could tell my wife was very reluctant to sit there, but Qian just grabbed her arm and pulled her over. So, Qian ended up sitting between my wife and Bai. Soon after, I was pulled to another table and we started drinking merrily. During the meal and drinks, I kept glancing at my wife. I was actually very reluctant for my wife and Bai to sit so close; I was worried something might happen between them. I knew my wife would definitely succumb. I noticed my wife seemed very nervous, trying to turn her face away, but Qian kept pulling my wife and Bai together to talk. I was too far away to hear what they were saying, but I could see my wife's face was constantly red.
Later, my classmates pulled me into drinking and talking. It took me a while to look back, and I saw Qian pouring wine for my wife. My wife's face was flushed, and her eyes were a little glazed. Under Qian's arrangement, Bai occasionally clinked glasses with my wife and exchanged a few words. I was worried, but I thought that no matter what, Qian was there, and Bai didn't have a chance to talk to my wife alone, so nothing should happen. After all, we hadn't seen each other in a long time, and I should be understanding. I went back to drinking with my classmates. After a while, when I looked back, I noticed that Bai and Qian had switched places. My heart skipped a beat. I looked closer and saw that Bai was in the middle, holding his phone and looking at something. My wife and Qian were also looking at Bai's phone. Qian was chatting and laughing, while Bai was talking to my wife while looking at his phone. My wife's face was noticeably redder, probably from drinking again. My wife has a slight alcohol allergy; her whole body turns red after drinking. I saw the three of them talking together, and I thought that as long as my wife wasn't talking to Bai alone, everything should be fine. I was actually quite curious about what they were looking at and saying, but I decided to trust my wife a little. Later, Qian pulled my wife out, probably to the restroom. My wife clearly didn't want to go. I thought to myself, "What's that little vixen thinking? Does she want to talk to Bai alone instead of Qian?" But she went to the restroom with Qian anyway. After a while, my wife and Qian returned, but I felt my wife was acting very strangely. I secretly observed her and noticed she kept glancing in my direction. I quickly smiled at her and looked away to drink with my classmates. But I was still secretly watching her. At that moment, I noticed Bai had returned to his seat, and Qian was sitting between them. After Qian came back, she gave Bai something, and the two of them were laughing happily. My wife, on the other hand, kept her head down, looking a bit drunk.
I saw Bai return to his seat, and he didn't seem to have any further interaction with my wife. He was just chatting and laughing with Qian, occasionally flirting with my wife, but she didn't respond much. I stopped observing that area...
Since the wedding was the next day, our dinner party ended quickly. After the party, I took my wife, Qian, and my best man out. My wife didn't seem to have drunk much, but she was very quiet after dinner, as if she had something on her mind. She seemed distracted and didn't say much, just walking slowly behind us. We went to a coffee shop together and briefly confirmed the details of the wedding the next day. I took a taxi and dropped Qian and my wife off at the house representing the bride's family. Qian helped my wife out of the car. I told my wife to get some rest that night, then told the driver to continue driving, and I went back to my house with my best man.
I felt quite confused. I kept feeling that something was off about my wife after meeting Bai, but I also understood her. A woman can't completely be at ease facing her first love, especially after everything that happened between them. My wife probably needs some time to process it. I still choose to believe my wife. Besides, with Qian always by her side like a little shadow, I believe nothing will happen today. I just hope it won't affect her mood at the wedding. I'll comfort her about the rest tomorrow.

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