To repay a debt of gratitude, I sent my beautiful wife to my boss's bed.

My wife and I both graduated from the Computer Science Department of Harbin Institute of Technology, but she was my junior, two years after me. We met at a dance.

My wife is fair-skinned and tall, like most girls in Harbin; they all look very upright and have great figures when they're young. While my wife isn't exactly a beauty queen, she has a very slender figure and exudes a uniquely feminine gentleness.

After graduating from university, I stayed in Harbin because of my wife and didn't plan to return to my hometown in Zhejiang. We got married the year after my wife graduated. I worked in a municipal government agency, and my wife was assigned to the Exit-Entry Administration Department of the Public Security Bureau. But in my heart, I often missed my hometown.

Four years after our marriage, I met the deputy director of a bureau in my hometown at a national conference; I called him Director Zhang. Meeting someone from my hometown so far away felt really heartwarming. During our casual conversation, Director Zhang learned how much I missed my hometown, so he offered to help me find a job there. At the time, I didn't think much of it. I was just touched to have met such a kind person, so I invited him home. My wife cooked, and we had a good meal together. When he was drunk, he said my wife was so beautiful, and that girls from the North were wonderful!

Perhaps it was fate, but in the next six months, he helped me find a job in my hometown—at Director Zhang's bureau. My wife also went to the public security system, but this time she went to the border defense bureau. For those of us who were transferred back from other places, this was considered a very good job.

After my wife and I returned to our hometown to work, we learned that Director Zhang had just turned fifty and hadn't looked for anyone since his wife passed away. And so, more than three years passed by unnoticed. During these years, Director Zhang rose from deputy director to director. Thanks to Director Zhang's help, as an introduced talent, I quickly became a division-level cadre in my unit. My wife, with the help of Director Zhang's friends, also became a key employee in the border defense bureau. Since she had previously worked in the same field, during the three years I was back in my hometown, she also became a cadre in charge of a specific area in her unit.

Even though two years have passed, seeing my wife's tender, feminine beauty still brings a pang of sadness to my heart.

Our once harmonious life gradually began to change because of one incident. It started like this: it was a summer evening, a weekend, near the end of the workday. I went to Director Zhang's place to report on my work. After we finished, I invited him to my home for dinner. Because I'm usually so busy with work, and I hadn't had a chance to treat him to a meal since we moved to a new place thanks to his help, Director Zhang readily agreed. Knowing I had plenty of food at home, and that I didn't usually care about the food when drinking with Director Zhang, I bought some vegetables on the way home and went with him. When Director Zhang and I returned home, my wife was already there. Because it was summer, she was only wearing briefs and a tank top, without a bra. When she opened the door, Director Zhang was stunned. For a moment, we were both quite embarrassed. After a while, my wife scolded me for not saying hello before turning and going into the inner room. I saw Director Zhang still staring at my wife's slender back, seemingly lost in thought. At my urging, he finally came to his senses and slowly followed me into the living room.

At the dinner table, Director Zhang mentioned that there might be some personnel changes in the bureau soon. He was being transferred to another bureau as a leader, and after he left, he would only promote one person from his department to be the assistant director. He had already recommended me to the bureau and the municipal organization department. My wife and I were very excited to hear this. Our achievements over the past few years were all thanks to Director Zhang's help. So, my wife and I went back and forth toasting each other. After a while, Director Zhang seemed a little drunk, and his body kept unconsciously leaning towards my wife. At this point, my wife asked me to go to the kitchen to get some water for Director Zhang. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she followed me in, saying that Director Zhang must have drunk too much that day, because he touched her. I thought, "No way," and told my wife, "He must have drunk too much; it's okay to take care of him." After I said that, I noticed my wife's face turned very red. Seeing how drunk I was, she didn't say anything more.

Later, after seeing Director Zhang off, we went to a coffee shop to sober up. That night, I didn't know what to say to Director Zhang. Facing someone I respected who had helped us so much, we could give him anything except my wife. But that's where the problem lay. That night, he, seemingly drunk, said many things praising my wife.

On the way home, I was completely sober. Despite the hot summer, I felt incredibly cold. When I got home, my wife asked me what was wrong, but I didn't say anything and went to bed. Several days later, after making love with my wife and lying in bed, I told her, "Perhaps our benefactor has taken a liking to you." Upon hearing this, my wife was stunned for a moment, then finally uttered, "No way!"

One day, Director Zhang came to see me. Walking into his office, he cheerfully told me that I had passed the organization department's assessment and that the appointment letter would be issued in the next couple of days. Although I verbally expressed my gratitude as always, I felt no excitement whatsoever.
That evening, when I got home, my wife saw my gloomy face and assumed I had encountered something unpleasant at work. It wasn't until we were lying in bed that night, caressing my wife's ample breasts, that I slowly told her, "Director Zhang told me today that my appointment as assistant director has been approved." My wife happily exclaimed, "That means you're a bureau-level cadre now! We should find a way to properly thank Director Zhang for taking care of our family all these years!"

"How can we thank him? Director Zhang has everything he needs, and we've never given him anything substantial in return for all the help he's given us." Actually, as I said this to my wife, a bad premonition flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but hug her tightly.

“If that’s really the case, either we go back to the Northeast, or—or I should just go see Director Zhang and see if he’s really what we think. If we stay here and ruin our relationship with Director Zhang, it won’t be good for us in the future. Besides, apart from this lately, he’s really been good to us!” My wife finished speaking and looked at me.

“You mean, if Director Zhang really has feelings for you, you’re going to sacrifice yourself?” I asked my wife uncomfortably.

“Do you think there’s a better way now? But it’s never good to owe someone too much. I can go see him once; a short pain is better than a long one. And you know how much I love you. But what if Director Zhang isn’t what you think?” My wife said a lot more in one breath. Northern women are so straightforward. After staying here for a few years, they’ve started to treat favors like transactions. But this time, it’s my dear wife who’s being sacrificed. How can I accept that?

A moment later, I occasionally heard my wife sobbing. I still ignored her. I was still angry and furious about what my wife had just said to me. However, I couldn't find a better solution. The debts I owed seemed to weigh heavier and heavier on my shoulders.

Two weeks passed peacefully like this. During those two weeks, Director Zhang was transferred to another bureau to take charge of work, and my wife and I never discussed the topic of Director Zhang again. But I knew that my wife was a very strong-willed northern woman, bold and decisive, and she always made the decisions on major issues.

One weekend, near the end of the workday, I received a call from my wife saying she would be home late that night and that I shouldn't wait for her. Because my wife usually had many social engagements at work, and I was also very busy as an assistant, I often arrived home late, and my wife wasn't home yet. We were both used to the nightlife in our hometown. But this time, I waited particularly late, until midnight, and my wife still hadn't returned. I couldn't help but worry, so I called her cell phone. The phone rang for a while before she answered. It sounded like she was in a very quiet place, and she seemed a little anxious. I asked her what was wrong? Was everything alright? My wife said it was okay and told me to go to sleep first, that she would be right back. Since she said it was fine, I went to sleep without worry.
I was at a loss at home. I went downstairs for a walk, feeling incredibly agitated. I had a vague feeling that what my wife was doing was exactly what I had been worried about but felt helpless about. I had no idea what to do. I felt completely lost. I didn't know where I should go. I didn't know how I could pass the time while my wife was having sex with another man.

In my confusion, I still made my way home.

My wife finally came back. We didn't say anything; she just lay down beside me. After a while, we made love frantically.

The next morning, when I woke up, I felt more exhausted than ever before. When I got out of bed, my feet felt like they were walking on cotton. I saw that my wife was still asleep. Looking at her beautiful face, a sharp pain welled up inside me. For the sake of the family, my wife had paid off a heavy debt of gratitude!

I felt a sense of unfamiliarity in my wife. I caressed her body, having experienced sex with two men in just a few hours. I couldn't describe my feelings. If I could go back to the past, I wouldn't let my wife be a gift of gratitude!

Two years have passed since then, and our lives have been uneventful, with each day proceeding as usual. We have never mentioned that incident again, but I think this thorn in my heart will never be removed.

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