Who is guilty of adultery with his wife? (Chapters 1-8)

Word count: 71005 Chapter 1 As night falls, the city's night sky becomes intoxicating, making everyone fall in love with this beautiful city. The restaurant lights are dim and warm, with red wine and lovingly prepared food still spread out on the table. Ting and Sheng have been married for 3 years. In fact, counting from when they met in their junior year of college, their love has spanned 6 years, still sweet and passionate. On days when they don't work overtime, they spend almost every night like this, peaceful and romantic. The bedroom lights are so soft that they make you want to sleep, and a delicate fragrance permeates the air silently. Ting values this class reunion very much. She is wearing a plain white suspender dress and stands in front of the mirror, turning over and over, admiring her full figure. She seems quite satisfied, except that she feels that her ample bosom is too conspicuous. After putting on a cardigan, she finally smiles, her dimples sinking into her rosy cheeks. Ting asked her husband with a smug look, "Honey, what do you think of this outfit? Does it look good?" "It looks good." Sheng's expression was calm, but his gaze never left the TV screen, a faint trace of melancholy flickering in his eyes. "What? You haven't even looked at it and you say it looks good? Xiaoli and I picked it out together at Henglong Plaza. Two women have different tastes, you know. Look at it first." Sheng finally turned his head, his pale eyes instantly brightened by the beauty before him. "Hmm, the style is quite light and elegant, and quite ladylike." "I am a lady, after all~" "The skirt is nice too, but my hips are a bit too wide." "What do you mean? I'm just a little plump, don't you like it?" "Look at you, I'm just telling the truth." "It seems... a little bulging?" "Hmm." In the end, Sheng simply answered, his face almost stiff throughout, so calm it was unsettling. Ting walked over and sat beside him, her tone even gentler. "What's wrong? You look so listless. Are you angry because we didn't take you to the party?" "No way..." "I knew you were upset... I told you, this party is mostly with my best friends from high school, and most of them are girls. We all agreed not to bring our families. Do you expect them to grow horns on their heads?"
"I said no, your husband isn't that petty!" "Then what's wrong? You look so worried. The loan is almost paid off, the house price has gone up, what's on your mind? You look terrible. Smile, I like you when you smile!" "..." Ting said ambiguously, she really wanted to know what was affecting her husband, but Sheng hesitated for a long time before finally managing a faint, almost negligible smile. "It's nothing, really nothing, I'm probably just a little tired." "..." Every time things got awkward, Ting would find a new topic, and this time, she seemed so serious. "Honey." "Hmm?" "Let's have a baby." "..." The room fell silent, a silence that was almost frightening. Sheng stared at his wife, surprised. They had been married for three years, and these words had actually come from her mouth. It was truly unexpected. Sheng is a software engineer at a telecommunications electronics group, while his wife works at a foreign bank. Their comfortable income means raising children won't be a burden for them. However, Ting has never considered having children. She loves to have fun and is constantly learning new skills to advance her career, keeping her life packed full. Even with their parents urging them, nothing has come of it. At this moment, Sheng wondered if he had misheard, but his wife's expression was anything but joking. "Ting, what did you say?!" "Honey, let's have a baby." "Haven't you always...aren't you worried about your figure? Don't you want to play around for a few more years?" "But they're all mothers now. Even Xiaoli, who just got married this year, went for a checkup last week and said she's already over two months pregnant...Besides, besides, haven't your parents always wanted a grandchild?" "
..." Ting's tender gaze was so serious. Logically, her words should have made Sheng jump for joy, but Sheng only managed a forced smile, as if the pressure had increased. That day, the manager said this:
"During this period of competitive crisis, the group had to make this decision. Wang Sheng, you are outstanding, and the company has always had high hopes for you, but you are indeed not on this evaluation list. I am very sorry, the company will subsidize you with five months' salary. I hope you understand my good intentions." Since starting work, Sheng had been doing smoothly in a Fortune 500 company like Molin, thanks to his education and family connections. But now, the manager's words had made everything clear, and his uncle had already retired. Finding such a high-paying position in the IT industry was harder than climbing to heaven. And his wife wanted a child at this time. That night, the two had sex. After each period, Ting would have an unusually strong urge. She changed into a strapless, low-cut lace slip dress that exposed her buttocks. It was light pink and had a low bust. The bow at the back made her bare buttocks even more alluring. Over the years, Ting had learned how to arouse a man's desire. Wearing this lingerie, she tucked the bra into her nipples, deliberately exposing her ample breasts and areolas. She walked up to her husband, turned around, and stuck out her buttocks. Then she slowly pulled her panties down from her open labia. Ting loved how her husband couldn't resist her in those lewd moments. When they made love, she preferred to ride on top of him, holding him tightly and kissing him, using both her upper and lower lips. Once she reached orgasm, the feeling was indescribably wonderful. Ting didn't have the habit of suppressing her cries, afraid of disturbing the neighbors, so they would always close all the doors and windows first. This time, although Sheng Yiran was still depressed because of that incident, his wife's initiative slowly brought out his true masculine nature. With the help of the DuPont wet wipes, he finally managed to maintain his composure, bringing his wife to orgasm three times in total. The fast-paced life in the city can be suffocating for young men and women. Evening is their new beginning, and Shanghai's nightclubs are the most brightly lit and dazzling. Su Zhe Hui's cuisine doesn't cover the whole country as one might imagine, nor is the taste as novel as Hong Kong Cafe, but for some reason, it has long been a favorite place for high-ranking officials and nobles. No matter which branch, it's always packed during peak hours, and you have to book at least a week in advance to get a table. At the suggestion of the initiator, the classmate reunion was held at Su Zhe Hui's flagship store in Hong Kong Plaza on Huaihai Road, the largest one in the area. As night fell on Huaihai Road, the dazzling neon lights painted the sky red. A taxi stopped in front of the main entrance of Hong Kong Plaza. As the door opened, a flawless, jade-like leg emerged, two straps crossed and bound around her slender, white ankle. Ting had anticipated drinking that evening and hadn't driven. After getting out of the car, she habitually tossed her flowing hair and strode towards the center of the plaza. Unintentionally, her voluptuous and elegant figure had already attracted many lustful gazes. Ting was simply the epitome of womanhood. Her carefully chosen plain white halter-neck dress was ladylike enough, yet it still clung tightly to her curvaceous body. Her full breasts were restlessly constricted inside, the straps tightly binding them, trembling slightly as if they might burst out at any moment! Fortunately, the pink shawl managed to conceal the large expanse of flesh on her chest. The serene pink and white combination was juxtaposed with her ample, round buttocks, which still caused the lace floral skirt to flare out dramatically. The alluring curves followed her two slender, glistening legs down to a pair of sexy beige stilettos! Ting only wanted to dress fashionably and innocently, but no matter what she wore, her striking curves were impossible to hide. Her smooth, firm skin was so fair and rosy, flawlessly clean. Her bright almond-shaped eyes, high-bridged nose, and slightly upturned lips required no embellishment; she was already impeccably elegant and refined. It was the comfortable life of a middle-class woman that had made Ting such a woman among women. Even at thirty, her mature charm still held a captivating allure, no wonder the men along the way couldn't resist her gaze. Although a little nervous, Ting quickened her pace towards the enormous 18-seat VIP room. The moment she awkwardly stood at the door, the room's clamor vanished instantly. Ting's appearance made all the other beauties in the room pale in comparison. Feeling the warm yet admiring gazes, Ting blushed, a touch of shyness rising within her. She smiled at them, unsure what to say. The class monitor broke the small awkward silence. Known for her loudmouthing back in school, she grabbed Ting and exclaimed, "Ah, our school beauty, this heavyweight stunner, has finally appeared! Welcome, welcome!" The tense atmosphere instantly dissipated. The girls swarmed around their long-lost classmate, incredibly enthusiastic, and without any restraint, directly asked Ting for her beauty secrets, humbly treating her like a beauty ambassador. The boys, now dressed in suits and ties, have all shed their mischievous appearances and greet the glamorous beauties with smiles. They all envy the man who will become her husband when they see the diamond ring on Ting's hand. Xiao Gang, the mischievous and clever boy in the class, blurted out, "Hehe, Zhou Ting, you're not only prettier now, but you're also so voluptuous it's unbearable, huh?"
Ting's face flushed instantly. Luckily, the people around her were all her classmates from her youth; otherwise, this seemingly complimentary remark would have made the situation truly awkward. After a pause, Ting replied, "What? I didn't expect you to still be so careless with your words. Be careful your wife finds out, or she'll make you kneel on a washboard when you get home." Ting said jokingly, but the girls got excited and started gossiping and teasing Xiao Gang on the spot, as if they had caught a rare opportunity to jointly judge the villain. In fact, this kind of thing happened often when they were in school, and everyone was already used to it. Xiao Gang just had this kind of hobby, and he enjoyed it, liking to "ask for trouble" in front of girls. The atmosphere was comfortingly pleasant. Surrounded by this group, Ting felt like she was back in the past. She gradually relaxed, no longer feeling restrained, and before the meal officially began, she was already shaking hands with each of the boys present. However, this feeling didn't last long. After circling the table almost once, a man unexpectedly appeared in Ting's line of sight. His silence had kept him from being noticed. Jun had changed. Standing at a full 1.85 meters tall, his imposing physique would make many women's hearts flutter. His thin, bearded face bore the marks of time. He gazed at Ting, his lips slightly pursed, appearing so composed, so reserved, as if he were no longer the arrogant, ignorant, mischievous boy he once was. Ting was somewhat stunned. After all, Jun was the man who had pursued her for three years during her youthful days, and she had also had feelings for him. It was his stubbornness and selfishness that led her to choose Wang Sheng. When the atmosphere became tense, Jun extended his hand, his smile still gentle. "Long time no see." Jun's gentle voice was full of masculine charm, and the people around fell silent. In fact, everyone knew about this dramatic past, but they all kept it to themselves. Ting's heart was pounding, but her long career had taught her how to adjust herself. After relaxing her expression, she smiled and resolutely extended her hand, adorned with her wedding ring, to Jun. She shook hands with him demurely and then returned to her seat. Outside the door was a different scene. All the staff were busy, except for Victor, who stood there dumbfounded. Actually, from the beginning, the young man had already locked his fantasies firmly on Ting. When Ting shook hands with the men, this scene floated into his mind: in the room, the most beautiful and voluptuous woman was simultaneously possessing all the men! On the sofa in the corner, she was naked, her breasts exposed, surrounded by a heavy mass of large, hard penises. Her mouth, hands, vagina were all busy, and even her anus was not idle!
Moans, shouts, slapping sounds, and the sounds of impacts rose and fell, so lewd and intense that they made one's blood boil. With each of her climaxes, the men, in perfect unison, became even more vigorous. As her juices splattered, she was in ecstasy. In this moment of extreme debauchery, the other women could only watch with envy, resorting to masturbation to soothe their own desires. Ting was such a woman who easily stirred the imagination, but fantasies are just fantasies. At the class monitor's suggestion, the banquet officially began. The sounds of bottles being opened, glasses clinking, and celebratory shouts filled the room. The old classmates laughed and chatted, drinking heartily, talking about everything under the sun, sharing beautiful memories and heartbreaking stories. When they talked about their present, sharing their hardships and successes, they were filled with passion. Ting was a gentle and virtuous wife at home, and a strong-willed woman outside. A touch of vanity made her speak with pride when discussing her and her husband's professions. Facing a table full of relatives, she no longer held back, downing three glasses of red wine in a row. In her tipsy state, she no longer paid attention to anyone's presence. All good things must come to an end. For the sake of their families, almost everyone decided not to continue the gathering, feeling that one meal was enough. Ting had promised her husband she wouldn't come home too late, naturally agreeing with them. After saying goodbye, Ting went to the street to hail a taxi home. Huaihai Road was much quieter; the cool night breeze felt pleasant against her burning skin. Ting wasn't drunk, just a little dizzy. Almost no taxis were available, so she waited quietly. Suddenly, a gleaming black X6 pulled up in front of her, and a dashing man stepped out. "It's hard to get a taxi right now, let me give you a ride." "No need. Thank you." Ting answered readily to Jun's sincerity. Actually, from the moment she left the table, Ting hadn't considered meeting this man at all. Ting knew Jun already had a family, but regardless of what the real purpose of this man not on the list was in attending the party, Ting absolutely didn't want her happy marriage to be disturbed because of him, not even the slightest threat that might not even exist. At this moment, besides refusing, Ting didn't want to say anything more. Jun, however, showed no intention of leaving and asked a question completely unrelated to the previous topic. "Are you doing well?" "What?... "Is he good to you?" "...Of course he is. Sheng loves me very much, and I love him very much too." Ting emphasized her words, deliberately trying to express something. It's understandable; in this situation, perhaps any woman would do the same. An empty car appeared, and Ting stepped into it. Jun followed behind. As Ting opened the back door, he handed her his business card, saying, "If you need anything, I hope you'll think of me. We'll always be friends, right?" "Okay. Goodbye," Ting replied casually and got into the car. The car turned around and headed straight for the tunnel. Ting sat in the back seat, finally letting out a sigh of relief, her eyes slightly rolling back as if she had been freed from something. The business card was still in her hand. Ting glanced at it, and when she saw the words, her sleepy eyes immediately brightened. During dinner, Jun had only briefly mentioned that he worked as a manager in a foreign company, but the business card read: Guo Jun, Chairman of the Board of Directors of Kelly Group. Working at a foreign bank, Ting was very familiar with Fortune 500 companies. Of course, she had heard of this famous company, a recognized international leader. In just a few years, Jun had risen to such an unattainable position. Ting was still somewhat surprised by this fact. The business card was placed on the back seat of the car. When the car arrived at Century Avenue, Ting called home to tell her husband she was almost home and asked him to prepare so she could enjoy a relaxing bubble bath as soon as she got there. Before bed, they made love again. After their intimacy, Ting lay happily in Sheng's arms and told him about the night's events, except for the matter with Jun. For the next few days, they made love almost every day. Ting truly wanted to fulfill her promise from that night. Knowing that it would be difficult to conceive in the days following her period, she still let Sheng ejaculate inside her every time. Whether it was for warm-up or just to test the waters, at least she felt at ease. She believed that the birth of a child would make their family even more perfect. Because of this, the amount of birth control pills in the house was never reduced. However, Sheng continued to become increasingly depressed, seemingly ignoring the happiness that many men desperately crave. He spent every day flipping through the calendar, counting down the days until his last day at the company. Finally, the situation deteriorated to the point where the couple could only muster a semblance of passion in bed, and their once happy family began to fade away. One day, Ting rushed home after work, wanting to have a serious talk with her husband and find out the root of the problem. She quickly prepared a table full of his favorite dishes, waiting for his return. However, when Sheng appeared, it was already late at night. He staggered unsteadily at the door, reeking of alcohol. Ting was furious; she had never been so angry since they got married. She wanted to yell at her husband: "If you're not coming home, you should at least have said so!" But she held back. She carefully helped him into the house, tenderly serving him tea and water, showing him extra care. Little did she know, Sheng was a completely different person. He had barely sat down on the sofa when he inexplicably started a tantrum, and finally, he even hit her, slapping Ting to the ground with a resounding slap!
Ting, pampered since childhood, was incredibly understanding, yet she couldn't bear such humiliation. She finally broke down. Before dawn, Ting spent the long night alone in the guest room, sobbing. Before leaving, she packed her bags. Whether it was punishment or catharsis, she never wanted to see Sheng again and went back to her parents' home. Their happy home was shattered, perhaps only temporarily, but a man who was usually very measured and rational experienced a sense of impending doom. Facing the imminent loss of his job, and with his wife abandoning him, life lost all color and purpose. He spent every day alone in the empty house, his only companion the warm smile of his wife in photographs. Numerous sweet photos filled the living room and bedroom; only they made Sheng feel that this was still a home. Sheng was filled with remorse and regret, calling several times to beg for his wife's forgiveness, only to be met with indifference. Finally, one day, he couldn't bear it any longer and told her everything. Ting cried. Ting deeply loved her husband, her love unwavering until the very end. During their separation, she was unhappy, missing Sheng's laughter and his scent. But upon learning the truth, her fragile heart melted. She knew Sheng too well; his career was practically everything to him. Ting planned to return to her husband the next day. On the phone, she didn't tell him, wanting to surprise him. That night was still long, but it finally passed. Early the next morning, the dawn filled the city with vitality. A spotless white BMW slowly drove into the underground parking garage of the Jin Mao Tower. A beautiful woman in a uniform, her hair flowing over her shoulders, sat in the driver's seat. Usually, after parking, Ting would rush to the elevator to start her day. But now, the engine had been silent for a long time, and the car doors remained closed. Sitting there blankly, she seemed lost in thought, a faint melancholy flickering in her captivating eyes. Ting wasn't worried that Sheng would lose his job, but rather that he would become despondent and lose all motivation. She knew her husband's fragile personality all too well. Finally, she got out of the car and walked slowly towards the elevator, her face lifeless. Just then, a familiar figure appeared—a lean and athletic man—walking towards her. It was Jun Jun, dressed casually in a clean golf shirt that hung lightly on his physique. His waxed hair shone brightly even in the dim parking garage; he had a completely new, handsome look. Sheng stared intently at Ting, his voice filled with concern: "What's wrong? This doesn't seem like you." "What?" Ting felt abrupt, but continued walking. Jun Jun followed, keeping his distance, yet he could always smell the elegant fragrance emanating from her. "My car happened to be parked next to you at the intersection while I was waiting at the light. You seemed distracted while driving, so I followed you here. What's wrong?" "I guess I didn't sleep well." "Really?" "Yeah." Ting responded simply as she walked. Faced with this familiar solicitation, all she could do was give a perfunctory reply. In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the elevator. When Ting realized the elevator was on a higher floor, her smile became even more strained. She really didn't want to spend another second with this man, whose encounter was definitely not accidental. "I have to rush to work. You can go ahead. I'm really fine." "Oh, okay." Jun turned and left without a trace of embarrassment, as calmly as if his appearance was merely to greet the woman in front of him. It was precisely his composure that made Ting uneasy again. After all, they were classmates. If Jun's appearance was simply out of concern for his close friend, Ting felt she had indeed gone too far. The elevator descended floor by floor, but Ting no longer paid attention to the traffic lights. Her gaze lingered on Sheng, who was gradually disappearing into the distance. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. Ting thought of something. The names of two top-ranking companies kept swirling in her mind. She felt that if Kelly and Morin had a cooperative relationship, if Guo Jun were to intervene, there would likely still be hope for her husband's situation. Without a moment's hesitation, Ting called out his name directly. Jun returned, his expression still calm, as if he had known from the beginning that the woman before him wouldn't let him leave so easily. "Is there anything else?" "Yes, it's like this, Guo Jun, I wanted to ask, do you, your company, and the Morin Group, that German-owned company, have any business dealings?" "Yes, we regularly place orders for communication device motherboards with their subsidiary, and we've been cooperating for almost three years. Why?" Jun answered crisply and in detail. He had noticed that as he spoke, Ting's brows were gradually relaxing, like someone who hadn't eaten for three days suddenly hearing about food. "Actually, if that's the case, I, I hope…" Ting had already gotten to the point in a few sentences, speaking frankly. She was naturally impatient, and at this moment, nothing was more important or urgent than helping her husband. Jun laughed, a hearty laugh. Although he didn't finish his sentence, his expression had already given Ting the answer. The elevator arrived, empty, and went up again. Jun invited Ting to his office to discuss the details further. Ting, finding it hard to refuse his invitation, called her secretary to tell her she would return to the bank after meeting with the client. In the blink of an eye, the two figures sped towards the X6 not far away. The car door opened smoothly, and Ting resolutely sat in the back seat. While talking to Jun, she maintained the same reserved and measured demeanor as she would with any other man besides her husband, but for now, she had temporarily let her guard down around this man in the car. With an elegant engine start, a dazzling red taillight slowly disappeared at the bend leading to the ground. The X6 was gone, but Ting's BMW remained quietly parked. On the clean center console, the glass of the photo frame was bathed in the morning light filtering through the terrace. The photo was clear and natural; in the center, two smiling faces were pressed together, slightly distorted, yet incredibly heartwarming—a masterpiece of selfies taken by Ting and her husband on their honeymoon on the beach in Hawaii. Chapter Two: After crossing several streets, the X6 smoothly entered another large underground parking garage of vastly different size. Ting then realized that Jun's company was located in the Shanghai International Financial Center, another skyscraper not far from the Jin Mao Tower, a walk of no more than 10 minutes. The bright and comfortable sightseeing elevator rapidly ascended to new heights, floor by floor, and everything in the distance seemed to shrink noticeably. When the two stepped out of the elevator, Ting was somewhat stunned. She had seen her share of the world, but she had never imagined that Shanghai could have such a luxurious and large-scale office space. In this unique, towering building, an entire floor belonged to one company. Behind the gilded, massive doorway, the long reception desk alone was entirely marble-faced, surrounded by countless small diamonds. Eight formally dressed and strikingly beautiful receptionists sat side by side. While not as voluptuous as Ting, they were undoubtedly all highly educated young beauties. Behind the giant water wall emblazoned with the logo, another magnificent scene unfolded. The bright and spacious open-plan hall was so large it was difficult to count the number of people. Several tables and a few employees were present, yet despite the immense size of the office, there was not a sound. Everyone was busy with their own tasks, except for the constant ringing of countless telephones and fax machines. Years of experience in the workplace had made Ting no longer feel awkward in such a high-class setting, but before taking a step, she still couldn't help but glance at her breasts. Whenever she wore her uniform, she always worried that if a button broke, even just one, everything would be unpredictable. Feeling the unfamiliar gazes directed at her, Ting followed Jun towards the CEO's office. In fact, everyone had stopped to nod respectfully to Jun and the woman behind him, but after passing by, their gazes lingered, unable to return to their original focus. When they all converged on the woman's curvaceous back, they seemed even more strange. After what felt like an eternity, the two finally reached the end of the corridor. Two teak doors were tightly shut, and a sign clearly read "President's Office" in English. Indeed, the room's grandeur and elegance were awe-inspiring. The nearly 50-square-meter room featured all-natural marble walls, except for the curved exterior made of glass. Large, neatly arranged sheer white curtains concealed the interior, yet the light still permeated the space, allowing a hazy glimpse outside. A massive table stood imposingly in the center, seemingly embodying the essence of a successful man. A short distance away, a black leather sofa displayed exquisite lines. On the other side of the room was a huge wine cabinet, neatly displaying expensive wines from around the world—a veritable treasure trove. Even more remarkably, a jade statue of Nas stood gracefully beside the cabinet. Ting, unfamiliar with interior design, recognized the exquisitely crafted Italian armchair behind the table; it alone was worth over 300,000 yuan. At Jun's enthusiastic invitation, Ting entered the house and sat down on the sofa. She sat upright with her chest out and knees together, only half her buttocks touching the ground – a very elegant posture she always adopted in unfamiliar situations. Soon, her secretary had enthusiastically brought her coffee, which Ting sipped carefully. Everything made Ting feel that her husband's matter was likely settled. Sure enough, Jun searched through his contacts for a while and dialed a number called "General Manager Xiao." Ting then...She guessed the man's identity immediately. Xiao Wen, the chief director of Mo Lin's group, was a name that Ting, as Sheng's wife, knew by heart. Watching Jun talk animatedly on the phone, Ting sat quietly, her fingers interlaced, her heart still pounding. After all, until the answer was revealed, everything was uncertain. However, what ultimately disappointed Ting wasn't Xiao Wen's attitude. Throughout the entire call, Jun only discussed cooperation matters, never mentioning Wang Sheng once! After hanging up, when his gaze returned, his smile held a chilling, unwavering intensity. "You've seen my relationship with President Xiao. This kind of trivial matter is something I can handle in a second. But now, I'm helping this good-for-nothing Wang Sheng. Heh, well, that depends on your sincerity."
Jun seemed like a different person, and his hints were so direct. Ting smiled, a stiff smile. In that moment of sudden realization, she regretted how naively she had followed him, so naively hoping for a simple helping hand. "You haven't changed at all!" Ting said, already slinging her bag over her shoulder and getting up to walk towards the door, not wanting to waste any more time. Jun panicked and quickly chased after her, his tone softening instantly. "You're wrong! I can change anything, except my heart for you! Ting, I ask for nothing else, I just want..." "...
" "I just want to be able to hold you, kiss you, that's all!" "..." "With just this small request, can you bear to watch Wang Sheng sink deeper into despair?!... Ting, think about it!" Jun pleaded, his words so disgusting. Ting's hand was clearly gripping the doorknob, ready to leave at any moment, but her feet seemed glued to the door, hesitating to step out. In life, she would face anything with composure, but at this moment, she was still flustered. It wasn't pity for the man behind her, but the scene from a few days ago was still lingering in her mind. Her husband's face was so pale and weak, and what happened that night was so unbearable to recall. She suddenly felt that perhaps everything really would become unpleasant because of that job. When Ting turned around, Jun was already standing in front of her, as if he had known from the beginning that this woman was hesitant. He continued, "I just want to hold you and kiss you! That's enough." "Is that meaningful?!" Ting spoke, but her words were already weak and powerless. At that very moment, Jun didn't say anything more, but stepped forward and hugged Ting tightly. His hungry mouth immediately roamed over her face, her ears, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her jade lips, like a hungry wolf that had been waiting for days and finally got its lamb, "biting" wildly at her smooth and flawless cheeks. Ting didn't dodge, didn't resist, just stood motionless. She was enduring, waiting, waiting for the rainbow to appear after the storm. At this moment, she seemed to understand, feeling that this sacrifice for her husband was worthwhile!
She also thought that her coldness would slowly make the man in front of her give up. Indeed, as Jun intensified his kisses, Ting pursed her lips even tighter, her eyes always open. But as a sensitive woman, a woman who hadn't been intimate with her husband for several days, how could her body not have an instinctive reaction at this moment! No matter how much she restrained herself, gradually, the feeling finally came. In the blink of an eye, her cheeks were flushed, and even with the churning in her lower abdomen, her nipples felt a continuous swelling! If she hadn't been holding back, she might have already groaned. Jun, being an experienced hand, noticed the subtle change in Ting's expression and immediately began to use his hands, passionately caressing her soft back and cheeks, his touch spreading outwards. He asked her, "On your wedding day, when you and Wang Sheng kissed in public on stage, do you know how much my heart ached? Hmm?" "
..." "When you and he were in your bridal chamber, do you know how much torment I endured?" "..." "And now, you still treat me like this!" "...Don't say anymore..." "You only came to me because of him." "...Don't say any more!" "Isn't that right? Hmm?" Jun's tone grew increasingly forceful, and he grabbed Ting's buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in her skirt, and greedily caressed them. Everything made Ting realize that this man wouldn't give up easily. But trying to break free was now even more difficult; the shameless itch of desire continued to spread uncontrollably. When she felt the bulging hardness of his penis still inside her, Ting noticed that her sanitary pad was already wet. Her vagina was already wet! What would happen if this continued?! Ting used her last bit of brute force, this shameful signal completely igniting her. Finally, the beastly man was pushed away. Outside the window, the sun was still shining brightly. Ting stood there, struggling against her burning desire, frantically tugging at her slightly wrinkled skirt. Even now, she couldn't let go of that matter, but no matter the outcome, she wanted to leave first. Her phone rang then; the ringtone was familiar. It was a call from home. Jun was standing beside her, his crotch clearly bulging—Ting saw it! But her conflicted emotions and instinctive guilt made her answer without hesitation. "Hello." "..." "Hello? Is this Sheng?" "Where are you?" "I...I'm out taking care of some things." "Heh, no wonder no one answered your landline." "Is something wrong, Sheng?" Ting lied, and kept referring to her husband on the other end of the phone as "Sheng." In fact, since the day the affair was exposed, she had gotten used to this way of speaking, but right now, in front of Jun, how much Ting wanted to call out those two words she usually used into the microphone, but she couldn't do it because of the guilt she felt after lying. Moreover, at this moment, she could still clearly feel that the panty liner in her crotch was damp. "Is something wrong, Sheng?" "What else could I want from you? When are you finally coming back?" "..." "I already said it wasn't intentional that night. Are you really that happy living separately from me? Hmm?" "Sheng!..." "Enough! Stop talking! If you don't come back tonight, don't come back at all!!!" (Slap!...)
"...!" Clearly, Sheng had been drinking again. His tone was so dejected and extreme. Just as Ting was about to explain her decision to him, the phone went dead. Meng Dejun heard the sound too. The call ended just like that. Ting stared blankly at her phone, her heart bleeding. She was the kind of woman who would cry even while watching Korean dramas. How could she bear such a blow again? It was as if she could see her husband from that night again. It was one wave after another. Finally, crystal tears welled up in her eyes, slid down her stiff cheeks, gathered at her chin, and dripped onto the diamond chain between her ample breasts, slowly soaking her cleavage. The spacious room fell silent instantly, save for the sound of sobbing. What did this mean for Jun, who had witnessed the entire call? A wicked glint flashed in his eyes again. He knew better than anyone that a wounded woman was easier to conquer. He acted immediately, without even wiping away the fragile woman's tears. Their bodies touched again and never separated. Ting seemed possessed; in this moment, facing Jun's recklessness, she seemed to have lost herself. The fierceness she should have possessed had vanished. Being kissed fiercely and passionately by the man before her, her body felt relaxed. Whether it was enjoyment and comfort or catharsis, at least for this moment, she slowly let go of something. As her tears dried, the muscles in her face relaxed in ecstasy. When her reserved lips slowly opened, feeling his experienced tongue again, her heart completely melted. Ting closed her beautiful eyes in ecstasy, her husband's face flashing through her mind, a wave of guilt washing over her, yet the rekindled desire was irresistible. She murmured, "No, no..." but her hands unconsciously wrapped around his waist and back. "Is it comfortable?... Hmm?~" "...We both...have our own families now...why do this?" "It seems...you like me kissing you like this...hmm?~" "...No...I'll feel guilty towards him..." "If it's comfortable...I'll make you even more comfortable...his matter...I'll take care of it for you."
"...You know...I love him so much..." This was the first time Ting had spoken so tenderly to Jun. As she leaned forward slightly, her alluring stilettos lifted off the ground and didn't fall back down. The sounds of their passionate kisses and heavy breathing filled the room in an instant. Jun understood women too well; he advanced layer by layer, invading them bit by bit. Every word, every glance, he controlled with perfect precision, drawing the woman deeper and deeper into a stolen pleasure. But soon, he made a move that caught her completely off guard. Just as Ting's eyes were becoming increasingly lustful at the handsome face before her, she suddenly felt as if something had completely released her breasts, making them plump and a chill rush over her. She involuntarily screamed, "Ah!~," but it was all too late. Her breasts were shamelessly exposed, instantly spreading out beyond her collar. Jun, who had only torn off the seemingly thin lace bra, was caught off guard and overwhelmed. Ting's breasts were so large they were practically split open, so smooth and flawless, so full and alluring, as if overflowing with abundant milk. Her two pearly areolas, so provocative, were prominently displayed on her nipples, swollen and delicate, as if milk might burst forth at any moment. No wonder she looked so voluptuous in anything she wore; it was clearly the result of a woman with naturally beautiful breasts who had long cared for them. The air in the room suddenly heated up because of these unrestrained yet incredibly shy breasts. Ting herself was stunned; the part that had only been revealed to her husband was now completely exposed to another man. She desperately tried to cover herself, but Jun had already pounced on her, sucking on one nipple and grabbing the other. Her breasts were busy, seemingly overwhelmed, a feeling of shyness mixed with the throbbing, swollen nipples of pleasure. Ting appeared to be struggling, but her expression betrayed a lewdness she herself couldn't comprehend. What was she doing? If Sheng knew, would he forgive her? She couldn't face the question, and a moan escaped her lips. "...No, don't...I can't do this to him..." "It's okay...he won't know..." "...If this continues...I won't be able to take it..." "Is that so...hmm? Your nipples are so hard..." "...Don't do this..." Jun understood women so well. As he spoke, he stood beside Ting, allowing him to kiss her freely and give her large breasts more space to ravage them. He relished this process of conquest, occasionally slapping those two snow-white, soft fleshs, then alternately stimulating her nipples, pulling and stretching her breasts into an olive shape before suddenly releasing them, letting them bounce back violently. "Still pretending... Look at these breasts... How wanton they are, how many men have played with them? Hmm?~"
("Hmm?~" is a deliberately exaggerated, lewd question used by men when humiliating women, with a strong aphrodisiac effect.) "...Oh..." Ting felt both pain and lewdness simultaneously, and her panty liner was getting increasingly wet. As she gently closed her beautiful eyes, the man's gaze turned wicked once more. With a "rip..." sound, the zipper head slid across her taut skirt, and in the blink of an eye, another patch of alluring flesh appeared in the office! Even with another seductive cry, "Ah~," Ting knelt to cover herself, but her parted skirt still slipped below her knees. On her shapely, snow-white lower body, only a pair of panties made of a small piece of cloth and straps remained, barely covering her pubic hair. This was specially made for her husband by Ting. Before she could react, Jun had already untied the straps and ripped it off! "Ah~ No!" The air thickened with the sudden exposure. Jun hadn't expected that this woman he'd longed for would not only have such a voluptuous bottom, but also such fair, smooth, and flawless skin, perfectly complementing her face and breasts. Few men could resist such beauty. And then there was her full, rounded belly, another sight to behold, with a tuft of pubic hair nestled beneath, its swollen shape suggesting it had been longing for comfort. At that moment, Jun was still clutching the worn-out panties, the soaked pad still stuck to his crotch. He was completely enraged, and with a swift motion, he slapped her shyly closed buttocks hard! "Ah!~~~" A crisp, solid sound rang out, followed by a seductive scream that was almost unbearable. As her body leaned forward, Ting's breasts trembled violently. Pain and lust were simultaneously displayed on her brows, a complex expression on her face. Only then did she realize what was happening. "You... what do you want to do?!" "Wearing such shameless panties, you're obviously trying to seduce men, huh?~" "Guo Jun, you're shameless!" "Heh, you're all wet like this. Tell me, how many days has it been since you last did it with him? Huh?~" "What's it to you?" "Is that so?!" At this moment, Ting's "angry roar" no longer posed a threat to Jun. On the contrary, it only emboldened him. At that moment, only a foot away from the door, Jun grabbed Ting's chin with one hand, locked the door with the other, and went straight back to her alluring, snowy buttocks. As he touched her, his fingers deliberately brushed against the folds of her anus peeking out from between her buttocks. Slowly, slowly, then suddenly another slap! (Slap!...) "Ahhhhhh" "Do you want it?" "Impossible!..." Even though Ting wanted to get rid of it, her naked, lewd buttocks became her fatal weakness. With the ravaging of that hand, she shamelessly began to sway. "Your body has already betrayed you." "Disgusting! You..." "Heh, only a disgusting person could sit in this position!" (Slap!...) "Ah!~ No!" "If it weren't disgusting, how could you women like it..." Jun got excited, repeatedly exhaling his lewd breath onto Ting's face, his hand repeatedly performing the same action. With each slap, he could see the undisguised lewd bitterness in her rejecting eyes. He was deliberately torturing her. Gradually, her naked buttocks finally stopped clenching, the two snowy lips opened, and her anus was also wet and glistening. The folds were so delicate and tender, extremely embarrassing. Yet, her lustful labia were wide open, like two ripe wood ear mushrooms filled with pink flesh, glistening with moisture. Jun was completely "fired up". After spreading them apart, he gave her a good rub, and then another slap! (Slap!...) Instantly, a clear wet mark of his fingers was left on one side of her wanton buttocks. A woman is a woman after all. When their lips met again, Ting didn't know how to refuse. Her slender heels slowly emerged from under her skirt on the floor. Soon, her breasts, swollen with lust, began to stir again. Her hard, gritty nipples were just being pulled when her lower lip felt the warmth of another hand. The lewd fingers, however, refused to penetrate, instead teasing and rubbing between her labia. What woman in the world could endure such teasing? Ting felt like she was about to explode with pleasure. In her heart, she cursed herself fiercely, but she could no longer reverse this shameless situation. "Don't you want to?... " "...Please...let me go..." "You can leave, or you can choose to stay. It's all up to you." "...Do you really want to ruin even our friendship?... " As she spoke, a warm, wet trickle slowly slid down between her legs. Jun didn't want to waste any more time. He grabbed the woman's arm and led her towards the window. The president's office was decorated with such elegance and grandeur, yet that alluring, trembling buttocks still stole the show. Venus remained standing by the wine cabinet, calmly observing this unsightly scene. Chapter Three: The view was unobstructed by the spotless glass walls. Looking out, clusters of high-rise buildings lined up like models, making everything on the ground seem insignificant. Jun deliberately pulled back the thin curtain and pressed Ting down onto it. Cheng Xi's exposed breasts made her heaving breasts appear even whiter, radiating a captivating glow. As she leaned forward, they pressed hard against the glass, their enormous curves impossible to achieve with a compass. Fortunately, it was at a daunting height, but if someone happened to be working at such a height, the consequences would be... "How does it feel?" "No... we'll be seen..." "Heh... wouldn't it be better if they saw us?..." "You!~" The Jin Mao Tower was right across from them. Ting had never experienced such a humiliating feeling before, but the stimulation only heightened her excitement. Before the previous wave of "surprise" could be digested, the next wave followed closely behind. His buttocks had just been forcefully pried open, and the folds directly felt a gentle touch and lick—it was actually his tongue!
"Ah~ No!... Not there!... Ahhhhh!" The anus is a woman's most sensitive spot, even in front of her husband, let alone a stranger. Ting was so embarrassed she was about to collapse. After so many years of marriage, even Sheng had never touched this place, and now another man was licking it with his tongue, experiencing that strange feeling. She didn't know what to say, yet it felt incredibly good. With the increasing rhythm, a jolt of pleasure surged through her abdomen, like an electric shock. Ting could break free, but she was so intoxicated that she was helpless. When her buttocks began to sway involuntarily, she dared not look at herself in the glass reflection. She knew how shameless that face would look. How much she loved her husband, yet what was she doing now? A wave of guilt washed over her, yet her heart was filled with a strange pleasure. Gradually, her buttocks rose on their own, no longer clenching, and at the same time, came out moans of extreme ecstasy. The room was filled with an atmosphere of debauchery, so strong that even the lavender in the corner seemed to bend. Jun was always decisive and efficient. Before anyone knew it, he had already pulled down his trousers, and while the woman was completely lost in pleasure, he thrust his engorged member into her thirsty, lustful lips… “Ahhhhhh! You!!!…” It was too late for her to wake up from her daze. Her sacred domain, which belonged only to her husband, had been invaded by another man, who even said he wanted to have a child for Sheng. And now… as tears welled in her eyes again, Ting couldn't tell if it was out of guilt or her body's instinct. She didn't even know how thick or long that burning hot penis was; she only felt her entire vagina filled with throbbing pain, a tingling, numb sensation throughout her body, as if her stomach was about to be pierced. This was a moment Jun had been waiting for for a long time. He frantically gathered all his strength in his crotch, not giving Ting a chance to breathe, and began to fuck her hard, regardless of whether she could take it or not. Each time, he would pull out a long length of his penis before thrusting it in heavily, as intense as if he were wound up. In an instant, the corner was filled with the sound of "slap slap..." The flesh on Ting's legs was shaking along with her buttocks. In order to maintain his strength, Jun held her snow-white buttocks that were about to be split open with both hands, lowering his center of gravity, just like the male actor in the top European and American films, as if he wanted to fuck her to death. Such a fierce burst of power could not possibly be given by Sheng. Her chest trembled violently, turning a large expanse of white, and Ting's facial muscles completely lost control. In an instant, she was filled with sobs. Whether it was shamelessness or lewdness, she could only forcefully purse her lips to keep from crying out, afraid that people outside would hear, and even more so, she had to hide something from Jun. But the friction in her vagina immediately diluted the hidden pain. From beginning to end, a tingling sensation surged into her uterus, accompanied by waves of pressure on that sensitive spot, and an overwhelming pleasure spread to her anus... To stand firm, she spread her legs apart, knowing that he was behind her, but her anus could no longer be closed. The scenery outside the window was so pleasant, but in Ting's eyes, it was already lightning and thunder. The piston-like thrusts of his penis were so fast they were almost invisible, her labia were being turned inside out. Ting was getting increasingly exhausted; she couldn't speak, only pleading with her eyes for him to stop. But because of that lewd face, that huge, round, white ass, and that gaping anus, Jun became even more "enraged." "...Is it good?...Hmm?~" "..." "...Better than your husband, right?!...Hmm?!~" "...@#&!%..." "...That's how you should be with a big-breasted woman like you!!!..." "..." "...Say something!...You slut!..." Jun had already cursed her, and Ting kept her lips tightly pressed together, but every inflammatory word from Jun made her cheeks flush with a shameful blush. Suddenly, a sentence burst out from Ting's parted lips, her voice high and trembling! "...Husband, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" A stream of liquid gushed from her vagina, splashing Jun's testicles! She climaxed, she actually climaxed like that, in less than 10 seconds. Everything was full of foreshadowing, but no one expected it to come so quickly. Was it because the foreplay was too much, or was it due to such an unpleasant environment? Is it really as people say, that a woman can only reach the highest level of pleasure when she has sex with a man other than her husband?! Ting wanted to cry but had no tears, enjoying it but also suffering. Jun was extremely wicked, knowing that she had climaxed, he intensified his efforts and fucked her even harder! "Did you come?..." "..." "Did you already come?... Hmm?~" After releasing her buttocks, he directly grabbed the two still trembling nipples and pulled them heavily to both sides, the slapping sounds from his crotch still rising angrily. "...Look at you now...what were you like at the party...hmm?!~" "
..." "Still have feelings for me...hmm?~" "...#￥％＆!" The sounds of slapping and the forceful kisses intertwined. Ting kept shaking her head in agony. That face that had captivated countless men was now so shameless it was beyond description. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her lips were split, and she looked like she was about to cry—truly an ugly sight. The moment Ting uttered those words, the skin on her inner thighs was splattered with sweat. "I only love~~~Sheng~ ... That "love" turned out to refer to sex in general. No wonder some men, despite having no house or car, always have such beautiful women around them; no wonder that woman surnamed Lou in Shanghai would put such an absurd label on her husband, and their child was even black; no wonder Li Moumou had the opportunity to personally film so many exciting videos before being implicated in the case. None of this can be blamed on the men's badness; it can only be said that women's bodies are too weak. Just like Ting at this moment, clearly unwilling, but when Jun kissed her again, she didn't resist at all. As he kissed her, he unknowingly grasped that wet penis—it was the hand wearing the wedding ring!
When the clock struck midnight, Sheng helped her put the ring on her finger in front of Weiwei and everyone else, and she was so moved that she cried. But now, that hand, stroking someone else's penis, was so intoxicated. "...I know you have feelings for me..." "...Don't say that..." The kiss continued, and Jun suddenly thought of something. He continued to have Ting hold his penis, lifted one of her legs high, placed it on the table, and supported her lower back so that she could stand on one leg with her hips open. Jun wanted to strike while the iron was hot and do the filthy things that often happened in Japanese porn. Judging from his movements, he was very skilled at this kind of thing. "You?... " "You'll find out soon enough. As he spoke, Jun's two fingers, which were joined together, were already inserted into Ting's wide-open vulva. As soon as he found the spot, he started pounding! It was too rough, and every time he went in, he stretched her labia very wide. "Where did you... touch me...?" Just as the veins in his arm bulged, Ting's expression completely lost control. Then, there were rapid "plop, plop..." sounds from her vulva, and her breasts couldn't help but tremble, and her nipples became obviously erect. "Where did you touch me?" "Does it feel good?!...Hmm?" Jun's tone and the strength of his hands were both gentle and menacing. "Why does it feel so strange?" "Has he ever done this to you? Hmm?!" "@￥％＆×……" Ting didn't want to answer, and she couldn't answer anymore. At that moment, her full, white belly swelled up as if it was about to explode, tightening more and more with the frenzied rhythm. Suddenly, her vagina spasmed, and streams of vaginal fluid shot out violently! Completely out of control! She finally couldn't hold back anymore, and a long, suppressed moan burst out, echoing throughout the room. "Ah!~ ... Jun seemed unprepared; his clean cuffs instantly became wet. He decided to go all in and thrust even harder, completely disregarding how soaked the carpet beneath him would become. "Does it feel good?... Hmm?!... Does it feel good? Hmm?!~" "Ahhhhhhh! Where did you do that to me?!~ How could this happen?~ How could this happen!~ Ahhhhhhh!" For Ting, nothing could be more humiliating than this moment. No matter how much she tried to control herself, her vaginal fluids still gushed out in a lewd rhythm, and her body was in such a state of climax that she could barely speak coherently. "Ahhhhhh! It feels so good! It feels so good! It feels so good!!!" "Say it! I love Sheng, and I love Jun too!..." "@@#%...&..." "Say it, you slut!" "Ahhhhhhh!" Since getting married, Ting had always hoped to experience the feeling of squirting, but her husband had never done so. "I won't say it, I'm stopping!" "I love Sheng~~~~~~ and I love Jun too!" "Keep saying it!" "I love Sheng~~~~~ and I love Jun too! Ahhhhhhhh!" "Keep saying it!" "I love you~~~~! I love you~~~~~! I love you so much!!!"
A few drops of vaginal fluid splattered on the carpet, making a soft pattering sound! When the office quieted down, that area was a complete mess—over twenty seconds! The orgasm lasted a full twenty seconds! Jun was thoroughly satisfied; those shameless words had finally come out of Ting's mouth. Such a disgraceful thing had happened to a wife so faithful to her husband, and after only ten days without sex, she had become so wretched! Women always say men think with their lower bodies, but what about them? Those lewd Japanese porn stars like to use married women as subjects; the implication couldn't be clearer. Jun, finally maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor, used a large amount of toilet paper to dry Ting's legs, feet, and shoes. There was nothing he could do about the carpet; he could only tell the cleaning staff it was spilled tea. The two then kissed tenderly in the same spot. Ting was still wrapped in her uniform, except for her breasts and genitals, which were completely naked; her sexy hair was very fluffy. Jun, on the other hand, was completely naked. If someone were actually staking out the Jin Mao Tower across the street with a high-powered camera, this video would be a thousand times more sensational than any other "gate" scandal these days. After answering a client's call in a daze, Ting resumed her sexual activity. Fortunately, her phone didn't ring again, otherwise she really wouldn't have had time to get away. The two first went to the leather chairs, using Ting's favorite riding position. Jun was much more skilled than Sheng; he only leaned back on the cushion, his buttocks completely off the ground, allowing for a greater range of motion during penetration. It was too intense! This man was like he'd drunk chicken blood. He grabbed Ting's buttocks right away, extremely rough. His penis was long, and he insisted on thrusting all the way to the top each time. To increase the stimulation, he deliberately spread them open, leaving her anus facing the door without any obstruction! He understood women too well; in an instant, the room was filled with lewd moans and the sounds of slapping. I wonder if Sheng's face was burning at that moment. His wife was being fucked by someone else, and she was enjoying it so much that it was indescribable. She was shouting, "This is wrong! It's wrong!" but
at the same time, she was holding him tightly. Her face was as shameless as could be! When his wife's upper lip was being touched and kissed by the men, and her penis was also speeding up inside her lower lip, even her love juices were spraying out! Jun was really the most depraved person ever. When Ting climaxed, he even turned on her "iPhone" and deliberately placed it in front of her. The desktop was Ting and Sheng's wedding photo from back then. "Does it feel better looking at it?!... Hmm~?" "No~, I've already wronged him~~~ No! No~ Ah~~~ It's happening again~ It's happening again~" "It's not for his own good! Hmm~?" "~~~ Don't say it~~~!" "How many orgasms have you had? Hmm?..." As he spoke, Jun kissed her again, and with the friction inside her vagina, his fingers pressed against her anus, saying while kissing, "In my office, you are the first behind-the-scenes guest. This door and my penis will be open for you anytime from now on, hmm~?" Then came a series of loud slapping sounds, and under her snow-white buttocks, her throbbing testicles were once again drenched by something. The explosive scandal lasted for more than ten minutes. Jun was qualified to be an adult film actor; before ejaculating, he had tried almost every position imaginable. Ting collapsed, limp as a rag doll, lying on the filthy leather sofa for a full half hour. She hadn't forgotten what had happened; while touching up her makeup, she listened intently to Jun and Xiao Wen's phone call until it ended, only then did she feel a weight lifted from her heart. Ting left, exhausted, her face flushed as if she'd just returned from her honeymoon. The lingering odor in the office was hard to dissipate; the door remained closed. Jun leaned back in his leather chair, his fingertips holding Ting's discarded sanitary pad, inhaling it with rapture, a wicked glint in his eyes. That afternoon, Ting went home early, using up half a bottle of shower gel before feeling truly clean. When Sheng woke up, it was already evening. He went to the kitchen and found his wife diligently preparing dinner. When Sheng realized this wasn't a dream, he rushed over and hugged his wife tightly from behind, his face full of remorse. "Wife, I...I really know I was wrong." "...Look at you, I've only been gone a few days and the house is such a mess." "The house can't be without you. If you hadn't come back, I really wouldn't have known what to do." "..." "You forgive me?" "...Alright, alright, can't you even let me do my work?" Ting's heart pounded. She quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. At that moment, she so wanted to turn around and kiss her husband, but the overwhelming guilt made it difficult for her to move. The carefully prepared dinner was exceptionally warm. A bottle of Hennessy that she had treasured for many years was opened on the table. Ting's tenderness and consideration for her husband were noticeably beyond what she usually showed. However, after returning to the bedroom, she still went to bed early. That night was uneventful. The next day was Ting's birthday. Sheng had secretly bought a new OOHDEAR diamond necklace a month earlier, planning to surprise his wife when she came home that night. At noon, when Sheng unexpectedly received a call from the company informing him that he was on the assessment list, he was so excited he couldn't wait any longer. He put on his Italian-made suit, his wife's favorite, making himself look radiant, and waited early downstairs at the Jin Mao Tower, holding a bouquet of fresh roses that would turn heads. Sheng planned to give his wife two surprises at once when she appeared. In the evening, when the streets were busiest, Ting couldn't resist and shared a deep kiss with Sheng in the street, tears streaming down her face. The couple looked like long-lost lovers, a rare and touching scene that drew envy from those around them. Sheng tenderly wiped his wife's cheeks, feeling like the happiest man in the world, completely unaware of what was hidden in her tears, and utterly oblivious to the lewd gaze that lingered on them from a nearby X6. The relief from their predicament allowed Sheng to rediscover himself, and the couple's life returned to its former joy. Laughter, playful banter, and passion filled their home; happy days had finally returned. Ting remained unchanged. She worked tirelessly outside the home and was a gentle and refined wife at home, supporting and caring for her husband to the fullest extent while simultaneously nourishing herself, preparing her body for pregnancy. Although she still found it difficult to escape the shadows and completely erase that shameful memory—even the image of that repulsive yet handsome face would flash through her mind during intimacy with her husband—she persevered relentlessly for the future. Ting never saw Jun again. She received flowers from him almost daily in her office, which she ignored and simply put into the vase. As time passed, she gradually became numb to it all. As an intellectual woman, Ting couldn't write about this shameful incident on her blog, only in her diary: "Today, Guo Jun appeared in the parking garage again. Luckily, Xiao Li accompanied me. I really don't understand what he's thinking. I've clearly told him that what happened that day was just an accident, that my life will only ever have Wang Sheng as a man, yet he still persists. I've blocked him on my phone. Yes, I admit that was the most satisfying time of my life; I can't even remember how many orgasms I had. But I don't want to become a shameless woman; that would only make me..." A fleeting shooting star in the journey of life, no longer shining. I believe I can do it. Wang Sheng's happiness is my happiness; I don't want to betray him again regarding the assessment results. Wang Sheng has always seemed so relaxed. Yesterday, he gave me a bodysuit made of just three small pieces of fabric and a few straps, so simple it was almost disgusting, but I could tell he liked it very much. There's still no sign of pregnancy, but the hospital report says my ovulation is normal, and his ovulation rate is healthy; it's just a matter of time. I look forward to that day. "In front of Sheng, Ting has almost no privacy, except for this diary, which she keeps hidden in a..." In her secure folder, she would jot down her thoughts in a few lines each time. Judging from her diary, Ting's life was gradually regaining its color. However, this good fortune never lasted more than three weeks. Suddenly one day, Sheng lost his composure again, becoming listless and losing his appetite. He was no longer humorous, and his whole demeanor was gloomy and dull. Before going to bed, Ting overheard Sheng's phone call with his manager. Although she didn't understand what they were saying, it was clear that there had been friction regarding the performance review results. And then, the very next day, the flowers Ting received came with an exquisite gift box. Inside, she found a piece of very fine craftsmanship... The exquisite purple halter-neck bodycon dress was instantly recognizable; it would not only be unique but also incredibly sexy. Even an ordinary woman would be captivating in it, let alone Ting. The perceptive Ting knew this was no coincidence. Her phone rang; it was Guo Jun calling. A few days ago, she would have ignored it, but this time she finally answered. "Were you the one interfering?" "Ha, you think too highly of me." "...You've always been like this." "If that's how you see it, there's nothing I can do... Does the dress look good? I'm sure you'll like it."
"I don't want to talk about this. How did my husband's situation turn out like this?" "I only took care of getting his name on the list; the outcome is up to him."
"...What was the result?" "It seems you don't know yet. There's someone whose grades are on par with your husband's, and only one of them will remain in Morin." "..." "You understand?" "With your relationship with Xiao Wen, you can't handle it?" "Handle it?...Heh, what needed to be handled has been handled. The rest, of course, depends on you."
"You!..." "Just this once, the last time. I'll book a room at the Hilton tonight. If you come, remember to wear that dress. I really want to know how it will look on you." "Do you think I have to beg you again?" "Whatever. Also, I'll have dinner with Xiao Wen tonight to discuss the details of the bidding."
"..." "Xiao Wen hopes you can come too." "Xiao Wen?" "Remember that year-end dinner at Mo Lin's? You should have attended with Wang Sheng, right? Xiao Wen has a deep impression of you." "..." "Don't worry, he just wants to have dinner with you. How could I give up the woman I love to someone else? Think about it, don't disappoint me. Lao Er thinks about you every day." "Disgusting!" Ting didn't say those two words out loud, only cursing in her heart. After hanging up the phone, she sat there blankly, not wanting to think about that question, yet still caught in hesitation. The office, bathed in the morning light, suddenly became quiet. Would Ting agree to Guo Jun's request? ...Would she meet Xiao Wen? ...How would her relationship with those two men develop? More exciting plot developments await in the next chapter.

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