Widow Trap

[Excerpt]

Luo Feng did something I never expected. He gently walked behind me and then stroked my long hair, which was draped behind my head, with both hands. My heart skipped a beat, and it pounded wildly. For ten years, I had been as cold as ice, not only maintaining a calm and collected demeanor but also giving my colleagues and friends the impression of a cold beauty. No man had ever dared to say anything presumptuous to me, let alone lay a hand on me. So, I was caught off guard by Luo Feng's sudden action and didn't know how to stop him. The pencil slipped from my hand and landed silently on the carpet. I wanted to scold him; if I firmly and sternly stopped him, he would at least restrain himself a little. But I stammered, too nervous to speak, and my face flushed red.

I.

Luo Feng did something I never expected. He gently walked behind me and then stroked my long hair, which was draped behind my head, with both hands. My heart skipped a beat, and it pounded wildly.

For ten years, I've maintained an icy demeanor, my heart as still as water, leaving an impression of a cold beauty on my colleagues and friends. No man has ever dared to say a single disrespectful word to me, let alone lay a hand on me. So, I was caught off guard by Luo Feng's sudden action, completely at a loss for words, unsure how to stop him. The pencil slipped from my hand, landing silently on the carpet. I wanted to reprimand him; if I firmly and sternly stopped him, he might at least back down. But I stammered, too nervous to speak, my face flushing instantly.

Luo Feng remained silent, the room quiet. The wind blew through the curtains, raising them high, but I felt everything freeze. I noticed Luo Feng's hands were incredibly gentle; I knew he was afraid of startling me, but I was truly panicked, my hands trembling, unable to speak. I felt blood rush to my neck, my heart pounding in my ears, my mind a complete blank.

Luo Feng's fingers were burning hot, and they began to slip through my hair, touching my neck. The heat quickly spread slowly down my neck, making my collarbone numb. I dared not move, afraid that Luo Feng would suddenly grip the skin of my neck, and I even desperately suppressed my breathing. I didn't understand why I was so nervous. In fact, if I had just made the slightest gesture of refusal, things wouldn't be like this. But now, every slid of Luo Feng's fingers made my whole body and mind tremble. I could hardly breathe. For so many years, I had lost count of how many, the pain and repression of those lonely days had made the short years seem so long. It was this long period of time that had sealed my fragile heart layer by layer, wrapping it in a heavy protective shell year after year. But now, it was like being peeled away like a cocoon, piece by piece, in Luo Feng's hands, revealing bloody white flesh, trembling and oozing blood.

I understood that even if it weren't Luo Feng, perhaps any other man would have given me the same feeling of being naked. A spasmodic unease, stirring deep within my skin, emanated from within. I could clearly feel my private parts involuntarily tightening; the aching, throbbing sensation was so unfamiliar, filling me with immense panic.

Luo Feng's hand slid down my collarbone, snaked its way downwards. My nipples, vulnerable and defenseless within my silk bra, were overwhelmed by the tingling sensation, leaving me terrified. My whole body went limp. "No, don't do this,"

I cried, trying to stop him, grabbing his wrist. I felt us both trembling. He stopped moving. The breathing in the room was heavy and ambiguous; it was impossible to tell if it was me or Luo Feng.

Luo Feng remained silent, his hand pressed motionless against my full breasts. The damp heat seeped through my thin bra, uncomfortably baking me, like a furnace making my entire upper body unbearably hot. I tried to keep my voice as cold as possible, "You, you've gone too far, Luo Feng, please leave!"

After only a few seconds of silence, Luo Feng's slightly rough hand invaded me again. Without hesitation, he slid his hand under the lace of my bra. In that brief moment, the sensation of his hand gliding against my skin made my head spin. I turned away abruptly, pushing his hand aside with my movement. My heart pounded even harder, and a deep flush rose to my face.

Luo Feng! "I said in a deep voice, 'I understand that if I continue to be weak, the innocence I've painstakingly guarded for ten years will surely be ruined by Luo Feng today. Therefore, no matter what, I cannot allow him to do whatever he wants without regard for his reputation or the consequences.

I want you out immediately... right now... otherwise I... I'll fire you!'" After saying this, I felt my whole body trembling. Although my voice wasn't loud, the icy tone reassured me considerably.

Luo Feng's face flushed red and then turned pale, extremely embarrassed.

"I'm sorry..." He stammered, awkwardly pulling his hand out of my clothes.

My shirt was pulled down quite a bit, my bra slipped down about half a centimeter, revealing a crescent-shaped patch of tender flesh. My breathing quickened, the tension still gripping me tightly. Luo Feng stared at me for a long while with a complicated expression before turning and leaving. As the office door slammed shut, I let out a long sigh and slumped into my executive chair.

The entire afternoon was a blur of thoughts, a blank slate, I didn't even know what I was thinking. Every place Luo Feng touched disturbed my years of tranquility; every inch of skin he touched lingered with a tingling sensation, making me restless. I just couldn't understand why the usually taciturn Luo... Feng was astonished by his actions, and I couldn't understand how I had been so utterly powerless against his audacious advances. I felt as weak as a caged pigeon; even a pigeon struggles to flap its wings, but I let him slip his hand inside my bra. Even now, my breasts tremble, making my heart race. I clutched the sides of my clothes tightly, as if his hand was still shamelessly lingering there.

The afternoon dragged on endlessly. Finally, it was time to leave work. I fled the company as if my life depended on it, my head spinning as I headed towards the underground parking lot.

The parking lot was far quieter and darker than the building's passageways, mirroring my own mood—both heavy and oppressive. If it weren't for the rush hour traffic creating a sense of hurried pace, it would seem even more... Even a little anger is almost unbearable; this insidious sense of depression is almost unbearable, though it's been the same for years, but today is exceptionally different.

I barely have the courage to walk towards the deep red Honda parked by the driveway, because when the car is there, the driver must be there, and that driver is Luo Feng.

It hasn't even been half a month since Luo Feng was assigned to drive me, yet from the beginning, his strong, silent demeanor has made me feel very secure. He's very tall; I can't quite say how tall, but compared to my petite and plump figure, he's undoubtedly like a protective tower, reassuring. His robust and powerful physique is very suitable for a driver's job. In short, he's made a good impression on me, but today Luo Feng's completely unexpected actions have made me uneasy. The chaos made my impression of him suddenly complex and confused. In reality, I could have immediately notified HR to replace my driver, or at least, drive myself home tonight. But I had no idea what to do.

The car smoothly stopped beside me. Luo Feng, as if nothing had happened, got out as usual, opened the door for me, and waited for me to get in.

My heart started pounding again, and the sight of Luo Feng's tall, strong body out of the corner of my eye made me feel incredibly oppressed. I didn't even have the courage to look at him. I desperately tried to maintain a facade of self-respect, stepping into the car as gracefully as ever.

Luo Feng steadily started the engine and sped away along the exit lane.

II.

Midnight.

I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, my body and mind mired in a nameless melancholy and restlessness. Everything that had happened during the day replayed in my mind countless times, like a nightmare. I felt two rough, burning hands on my neck, slowly moving down my chest towards my breasts. I felt both resistance and a strange anticipation, which ultimately escalated into a painful struggle deep within my heart. Since becoming a widow, countless nights have been spent in this lonely, helpless, and sorrowful state, but never before had I felt such a blissful intoxication and disorientation amidst the pain. I panicked to find myself so vulnerable, my body limp and weak from this unfounded longing, my breath hot. My nipples, throbbing with hunger, hardened involuntarily in a void. I'd never felt such an inexplicable need as I did tonight. My hands couldn't help but caress my soft, white breasts, my fingers gently touching my purplish-red nipples. A sweet, stimulating sensation spread from them. I turned off the bedside lamp; I dared not masturbate in the light. It would embarrass me, shatter my fragile self-esteem, and expose the deep-seated inferiority complex beneath the light… I could only sigh.

I don't know when I drifted off to sleep, but in the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up to find my underwear soaked. I buried my face in my down pillow and cried.

By morning, I was exhausted, my body ached, and my head was heavy with exhaustion. I felt terrible.

My husband has been gone for about ten years now. I've always taken care of myself. Fortunately, he left me company shares, allowing me to maintain my career and comfortable life. The entire Yanier Advertising Company is arguably the best in the city, possessing the most advanced film and television production equipment in the country and a top-notch talent cultivated over many years. Thanks to my husband, I own 35% of the company's shares, making me the largest shareholder in a board with a complex and chaotic shareholder structure. Therefore, I have been the chairman and president of the company for ten consecutive years. Although I don't have any outstanding achievements or talents in operation and management, I have earned the respect of many members of the company through my integrity and kind nature. This has made my path relatively smooth over the years; the company is quite profitable. To be fair, I haven't had to worry about much at work. Uncle Quan has helped me a lot. He has followed my husband for many years and is the person I trust most. Without him, how could a weak woman like me support such a large business? Even so, you can imagine how difficult these years have been.

I struggled to get up, poured myself a glass of water, and drank it while it was still hot. The warm water flowed down my esophagus into my stomach, and I felt much better. Then, I heard a car horn coming from downstairs.

I chose a beige suit skirt and put it on, then hastily applied some light makeup before going downstairs.

I made a decision: I would replace Luo Feng.

The office was serene and carefree in the cool, pale morning sunlight, which made my snow-white, plump arms appear even more radiant and alluring. I stared blankly at my delicate, translucent skin, lost in melancholy thoughts. I knew I was beautiful, a beauty that radiated nobility and purity, a delicate, fair complexion from the inside out. My petite figure exuded an irresistible charm that a mature woman couldn't conceal. Yet, this exquisite, fair body had been sealed away for years in expensive, lonely clothes, unappreciated… Was this what they meant by "beauty is fleeting"? A wave of sadness washed over me.

There was a knock at the door. I quickly sat up straight and invited the person in.

It was Uncle Quan. Uncle Quan wasn't actually old, only in his early forties, but his full head of white hair gave him the illusion of being elderly. Even his sincere smile evoked words of kindness and gentleness. He was a good man; at least, he was very attentive to me, even meticulous. I was truly grateful for his care. "

Uncle Quan, good morning!" I stood up listlessly to greet him.

Uncle Quan was holding a folder, a thick stack of materials.

"Ah Qing, are you feeling unwell?" Uncle Quan asked with concern. Ah Qing was my name. So many years had passed, and now only Uncle Quan was the one who could call me that. And that was Uncle Quan; he was always so perceptive, always able to sense my feelings. I knew my voice was a little hoarse, and my eyes must be dark. I smiled sheepishly, feeling a warmth in my heart. "

It's alright, it was chilly last night… Is there anything I can help you with?" "I was afraid Uncle Quan would ramble on a bit more, so I quickly changed the subject.

Oh, it's like this, the meeting agenda regarding the equity participation of Daweilai Co., Ltd., please take a look." Uncle Quan didn't ask any more questions and handed me the folder.

Daweilai Co., Ltd. is a technology company specializing in the production of miniature broadcast-grade video recording equipment. The proposal for the merger of the two companies was a major event decided at the beginning of this year. Yanier itself is not a physical entity, and Uncle Quan has repeatedly suggested that we should adapt to the situation and leave room for the company's future development. Sooner or later, the company will still have to take the path of physical operation, especially in recent years with increasingly fierce competition in the advertising industry. Expanding in a certain field is undoubtedly a long-term strategy. Therefore, I strongly agree with Uncle Quan's view. The two companies have been negotiating the merger for half a year, and it seems that it will soon be a done deal.

The materials were quite substantial, with a significant portion consisting of asset audit reports and operational analyses from both parties, especially Daweilai Company. Always struggling with data and materials, I could only manage a wry smile. "Uncle Quan, you know I'm not good at these detailed calculations. You should handle the specific arrangements. I'll make the final decisions, okay?" In this regard, I trusted Uncle Quan more than myself. Afterwards, we made detailed arrangements regarding the schedule, and then Uncle Quan got up to leave. After

seeing Uncle Quan off, I sat alone for a while, curled up in the soft fabric office chair, hugging my two smooth legs, chin resting on my knees, letting my thoughts wander. I had planned to arrange for HR to change my driver as soon as I got to work, but looking at the leather-bound group phone in front of me, I just couldn't bring myself to pick it up. I don't know why, but my heart was always uneasy. Luo Feng's image kept flashing before my eyes. He was the first man in ten years to make an intimate gesture towards me. I… perhaps I had been suppressing my feelings for too long.

III.

Finally, I made it to the end of the workday, just as the technical department finished finalizing a client proposal. Outside, the sky was ablaze with the crimson glow of sunset. Stepping away from work, the thought of facing Luo Feng resurfaced, and that feeling of dread returned.

The corridor was quiet; everyone had left, leaving me alone. "Sigh, managing a company the size of Yanier is exhausting..." I thought.

Luo Feng stood near the elevator, his leather jacket gleaming under the lights. His imposing figure made the ceiling seem low, creating a sense of oppression.

I tried my best to appear superior, despite my inner weakness. Yet, as I passed him, his towering presence made my legs tremble. "Luo Feng, give me the car keys. I'm driving home myself today!" I said coldly.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and we entered one after the other. Luo Feng walked up behind me. I believed he did it on purpose, which made me uneasy. I heard Luo Feng say "okay," followed by the pleasant clinking of keys. I saw Luo Feng pick at the keychain with his fingers and offer it to me. Just

as I was about to reach for it, Luo Feng let go, and the keys fell to the floor. I turned around and glared at him, but he looked indifferent, making me wonder if he had done it on purpose.

Just as I was about to bend down to pick it up, Luo Feng suddenly grabbed me tightly from behind, causing me to lose my balance and fall backward uncontrollably. I screamed, "What are you doing, Luo Feng! Let me go!" My voice was hoarse with nervousness. Luo Feng's arms were strong and powerful, like thick steel bars, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't budge him. He turned me around sharply, so I was facing him. I twisted and turned desperately, even trying to pry his fingers off, "Luo Feng... Luo Feng... don't do this, you're going too far..." My voice was broken as I resisted fiercely. Luo Feng's expression remained cold. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed me with his slightly chapped lips. I let out a whimper, kicking and twisting hopelessly, trying to break free from his iron grip. My lips were being firmly sucked by Luo Feng, making me unable to make a sound. The dry, stiff mustache on Luo Feng's chin prickled my face, creating a very strange sensation. The pungent smell of smoke emanating from his mouth made me want to vomit. That old and unfamiliar odor, invaded by a strange smell, was something I hadn't experienced in a long time. His lips were burning hot, and his arms were wrapped around me, pressing me tightly against his chest. His chest was hot and intense, pressing against my soft, full breasts, making my throat feel sweet. My arms were fixed in his arms, and I could only helplessly push him away.

I longed for the elevator to reach the bottom quickly. The journey, though short, felt like an eternity. Luo Feng's kisses were a relentless storm, swarming, licking, and sucking across my face, lips, and neck. Finally, I was exhausted, letting his wet lips bombard me with kisses. I could only weakly endure it, my heart a jumbled mess, tingling, throbbing, weak, and fearful… I weakly pushed him away, groaning… *Bang!*… The elevator finally reached the bottom. The moment the doors opened, I saw several security guards staring at us, dumbfounded. My face flushed red with shame. I frantically picked up my car keys from the floor and fled, angry and embarrassed, too ashamed to even look back. I rushed into the car, panting, and slumped onto the steering wheel, sobbing uncontrollably. I was so panicked I couldn't even understand why I was crying; the chaotic emotions shattered my fragile peace of mind once more.

Luo Feng appeared at the car window. "I've thought about it," he said casually. "I'll take you home.

" How could you do this to me! I sobbed as I questioned him, or rather, I talked to myself. I felt no anger in my questioning, though I harbored a vague, inexplicable sense of grievance. I knew I was a weak woman, but since becoming a widow, I had desperately tried to manage my life, which lacked any sense of self, struggling to maintain my simple chastity, avoiding all temptations that might disrupt this pure existence. Yet Luo Feng had ruthlessly shattered my pitiful peace, tearing my weakness raw and bloody in broad daylight.

Luo Feng squeezed in from the left, forcing me to give up the driver's seat. I was so surprised; the nonchalant expression on his face shocked me. Surprisingly, his domineering and forceful manner left me utterly unable to refuse or resist.

I truly didn't know what to do; my body was weak and trembling, powerless to resist his strength.

Luo Feng started the engine, drove out of the parking lot, and turned onto the busy highway.

The car drove indifferently; I had no interest in appreciating the tall, magnificent man-made buildings on both sides, row upon row, seemingly endless, like a dense jungle of reinforced concrete. My vision was blurred by tears, my mind was in disarray, and I didn't even notice where Luo Feng was taking me.

When I finally came to my senses, I was surprised to find that the scenery outside the window had completely changed; it was clear we were speeding along a highway outside the city.

I was startled and asked Luo Feng, "What are you doing? Where are you going?" Luo Feng replied indifferently, "Where we're going isn't important; what's important is that I know someone is willing to come with me!" Luo Feng's words humiliated me. Hidden beneath his words was a mockery of my weakness and inability to resist his malicious advances. My face burned with anger. "Who do you think you are? You're just my driver! What right do you have to interfere in my life? I hate you!" These were the most hurtful words I could utter. But Luo Feng merely snorted, slammed on the gas, and the car accelerated rapidly. I was thrown backward, slamming hard against the seat behind me. "

Sit tight!" He glanced at me with a mocking expression. "

What I say doesn't matter. If I stop, I'm sure you won't get out, will you?" His face radiated a repulsive smugness.

I understood his meaning. In this cramped car, I had no control over the direction of travel. If I had any courage left to control myself, I would have to leave. "

Stop!" I heard my voice pierce the air.

Luo Feng ended our skidding with a screech ten times louder than mine. He glanced at me, slightly surprised. I gritted my teeth and said, "Tomorrow morning! Go to the finance department to collect your salary tomorrow morning, and then get out of here!" I pulled the car out, tears streaming down my face.

Luo Feng didn't care; he slammed the door and drove off.

Only then did I realize my bag and cell phone were still in the car. I felt utterly frustrated and helpless, and cried for a long time. In less than two days, Luo Feng had made me cry several times.

The place where Luo Feng parked happened to be a dilapidated long-distance bus station, simple and cramped, only for nearby residents to hitch a ride. I thought, "It's not too bad, is it? If I'm lucky, maybe a kind person will give me a ride."

At dusk in the countryside, the sky was tinged with a melancholic beauty by mottled red clouds. Low, jagged branches lay scattered across the fields, watching the cars come and go on the highway. Occasionally, a low-flying pigeon would break the silence, leaving a lingering melody for the fading autumn.

Standing at the bus stop, made of rusty metal pipes, I gazed at the gradually darkening summer sky. The clear, resonant wind stirred my emotions, creating ripples in the air. The waiting benches behind me were still covered in the previous day's cold, sticky rain. I could only stand there, silently waiting to go home.

Not a single bus, not even a truck, stopped in front of me! I was cold and hungry.

I worried that perhaps a kind person on the highway would give me a ride home.

Time ticked by, the wind grew icy cold, and the fields trembled silently beside the streetlights shrouded in thick fog along the winding highway. Anxiety began to rise within me. If Luo Feng didn't come back to pick me up, and I wasn't lucky enough to hitch a ride, tonight would be a nightmare! I clutched my collar tightly, craning my neck and eagerly awaiting the appearance of that bright red Honda.

Anxiety and fear swirled in my chest, making me feel cold.

Time passed quickly, night deepened, and the cars became increasingly scarce. The surrounding area grew eerily quiet. Then, I saw a car swerve rapidly in front of me and stop beside me. I breathed on my stiff fingers—it was my own blood-red Honda!

IV.

I stared blankly as a tall figure stepped out of the car. He strolled over to me, looked at me expressionlessly for several seconds, and then swept me up in his arms as easily as if I were a blanket. I struggled only a few times before my cold arms fell limply to my sides, and he carried me to the car door, tossing me onto the back seat like a package.

Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped in front of my house.

Luo Feng pulled me from the car seat, cradling me in his arms. His body heat, unshielded by my chest, radiated warmth from my arms throughout my body. I had long since lost the courage to resist. I truly couldn't explain what was wrong with me; I watched helplessly as my frail, powerless body succumbed, lying limply in his arms like a puddle of mud. Luo Feng lingered at the door, fumbling for his keys in my bag while still holding me, then slammed the door shut. He tossed his bag onto the floor and headed upstairs to the bedroom without hesitation. I was numb, unable to make any decisions. I even wondered if I had been waiting for this day all these years, to be thrown out like a bucket of dirty water, to decisively abandon the struggles shrouded in layers of inexplicable resistance. I felt utterly exhausted. I didn't know what to do. I didn't have the courage to break free from Luo Feng's embrace. I finally realized that I was powerless against his domineering control. Ten years! Ten years of suppressed widowhood was a form of torture, twisting my beautiful, crystalline sense of shame into something disproportionate.

Luo Feng threw me onto the mattress, ripping my shoes off my feet. I twitched slightly, my heart clenching again. I looked at Luo Feng in panic, and he looked back at me. For a fleeting moment, I seemed to see mockery and ridicule in his eyes, but my fragile self-esteem couldn't bear the weight of any extravagant resistance. Deep within me lay a certain expectation, enough to render all my seemingly unattainable pretenses futile. I didn't want to think about it, because it made me unable to resist the humiliation that seeped into my very being. That sense of shame would shatter the last vestige of my self-respect, leaving me utterly ashamed.

Luo Feng bent down and looked down at me. My face burned under his gaze. His intense stare left me nowhere to hide. His face was so close that his heavy, pungent tobacco breath hit my face and filled my nostrils, making my breathing quicken. I think my expression must have looked incredibly strange. My stiff, tense body even started to tremble. I realized I was afraid of Luo Feng. I couldn't explain why I was afraid of him, but it was a deep-seated fear, a terror that felt like all my privacy had been laid bare before him. Then he began to unbutton my coat. He moved slowly, his fingers moving gently and carefully, so my beige suit jacket was quietly pulled apart, revealing the silk bra underneath. He used his index finger to carefully unbutton the coat, and then gently stroked my full, soft breasts with his palm. The intense stimulation from his palm, through the silk bra covering my breasts, made my face blush. I dared not look and closed my eyes in panic. I could feel my heart pounding, the rhythm of my heartbeat colliding with his palm, burning hot. He stroked for a while, knowing I would not refuse again. He must have known very well that I could feel it, so my shame made my whole body turn red. Then he grabbed the bra and ripped it hard, and I heard the sound of the silk tearing. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but groan. I instinctively tried to cover my exposed breasts with my hands, but it was too late. Luo Feng grabbed me tightly in his hands. In that instant, my mind cleared up. As he roughly and forcefully kneaded me, unease and regret suddenly burst forth. I tried to push Luo Feng away, but I couldn't budge him. His massive, heavy body was as immovable as a mountain. "No...please, Luo Feng, go back...don't do this..." I couldn't control Luo Feng. He played with my breasts, squeezing them painfully. Because I had never had children and had never breastfed, my breasts remained a pink and tender color even at this age. Luo Feng's hands, on the other hand, were dark and rough. The extreme contrast made me feel like meat on his chopping block. I couldn't accept it. I begged desperately. This was all I could do. I was a weak woman, especially after ten years of loneliness and torment. I was so weak and exhausted that I couldn't withstand Luo Feng's abuse.

But Luo Feng ignored me. With my repeated weak and vulnerable attitude, he treated my pleas as nothing more than a trivial matter. He touched and rubbed, sending waves of stimulation from my breasts throughout my body. My breasts felt numb and empty, and I couldn't resist. I was powerless against his crude and lewd humiliation.

Luo Feng started tearing at my skirt again. I grabbed the waistband and pulled it tight. "Luo Feng, please, please don't do this! Don't take advantage of me, a woman. I don't want to betray my husband..." Luo Feng shook his head indifferently. He stopped tearing at my skirt, but instead reached his hand inside from below. I panicked, feeling his hand snake towards my private parts. I quickly tried to stop him through my skirt, crying out, "Luo Feng, what are you doing!" Through the fabric, I desperately grabbed his hand, my voice trembling.

Luo Feng was stronger, after all. He forcefully pushed against me, his fingers pressing tightly against my underwear, and said with a cold laugh, "What do you think I'm doing? I think you should know!... Let me play around, don't be so nervous!" His tone was full of mockery and smugness.

I couldn't push his strong, powerful hand away. Then, to my horror, I felt his fingers rubbing my clitoris. My thighs instantly rose up, overwhelmed by intense shame and stimulation. My clitoris spasmed, spreading to my groin and then throughout my entire body. I couldn't control myself; tears welled up in my eyes. A mixture of soreness and tingling made my heart leap into my throat.

I struggled desperately to pull away, trying to escape his hand, but I couldn't. Luo Feng was like a shadow, relentlessly pursuing me. I cried, but a warm, wet sensation from my vagina made my whole body weak and powerless. "

Luo Feng... let me go, please don't do this, I can't take it..." I begged him, sobbing, the despair in my heart making it hard to breathe.

Luo Feng's massive body was heavy; he straddled my thighs, making it difficult for me to move. How could I possibly be a match for such a burly, powerful man? An uncontrollable urge surged within me, penetrating deep into my lower abdomen. Even the slightest movement, triggered by each sob, sent waves of pleasure through my body. Luo Feng showed no mercy, relentlessly kneading my breasts and genitals, a lewd smile on his face. I could feel his fingers, hidden inside me, becoming increasingly wet. He began to explore further. I was held captive by the rapidly rising surge in my lower abdomen, unable to escape, unable to push away. His fingers slid across my labia before penetrating my vagina. He held me firmly, leaving me nowhere to run. I was plunged into despair. I thought tonight… There was no escaping his grasp. The agony of being trapped in a desperate situation and forced to give up completely shattered my will to struggle. At that moment, Luo Feng leaned down and kissed my lips on his broad shoulders. The pungent smell of smoke once again stung my face. His hot lips were savage and powerful, his breath heavy and scorching. He sucked on my lips and licked my gums. I was stimulated by his omnipresent teasing from top to bottom, and I couldn't help but let out a moan. The moan mingled with my sobs. I trembled under Luo Feng's abuse and finally despaired. The last bit of resistance completely collapsed under his skillful and domineering ravages. My legs went limp, and my whole body relaxed from the inside out. I had no lifeline in the face of the surging stimulation. My hands had given up trying to push Luo Feng away and hung limply at my sides. Luo Feng kissed me from above my lips and moved downwards. As he kissed me, he said, " "That's right, I know, I know you want me to fuck you. I can't believe a widow like you has stayed this long. I've wanted to fuck you for ages,"

he said, kissing my neck fiercely. My neck was slender and long, the part I'd been most proud of since my teenage years, beautiful and flawless like a swan's neck. But now, under Luo Feng's fierce kisses, it was a mess. The tingling sensation from my neck spread throughout my body, almost unbearable. "No…" "No…" I pleaded softly, hearing Luo Feng's mocking and sarcastic words, so nakedly dirty and straightforward. The irresistible stimulation from his licking made me feel unbearably ashamed, and my vagina immediately tightened. I could feel the outline of Luo Feng's thick fingers as he moved them, drawing circles on my private parts. The sweet stimulation also radiated waves of pleasure. I no longer knew whether it was pain or pleasure. I dared not think about it. I don't know how many times I had fantasized and longed for this situation in my dreams, imagining that one day I might be like a normal daughter, moaning and writhing under a man's body, being fucked until my whole body went limp under the man's thick penis.

Countless times I've simulated this in the soft, warm blankets, using any object that could replace a man's penis to satisfy myself. But now, this isn't a fantasy; it's a stark reality. I'm being ruthlessly raped by a man I've never paid attention to before, with no room to struggle. Beneath his body, I'm so weak, forced to passively endure his wanton molestation and rape. I can't describe my feelings; I only feel various stimuli and pleasures surging, leaping, and churning throughout my body. Meanwhile, Luo Feng's intense, unrestrained sweat flows down his strong muscles onto my delicate skin. I feel the fear of being raped, a sense of despair, because at this point, everything is predetermined. I can't escape; my body is betraying me. I'm also sweating profusely, my genitals are already overflowing with desire, and heat, emptiness, and palpitations are bombarding me.

He unleashed all the pent-up desire I had accumulated over ten years without a man from the deepest part of my body. I moaned softly from time to time as Luo Feng caressed my body from head to toe. He searched for every inch of my erogenous zones that I could not resist, and whenever he found that I had any reaction, he would tease that area even more. Since I had stopped struggling, he no longer needed to ride on my body to control me, which made him even more at ease. He turned me over and over, playing with me from the inside out. In his hands, I was like a ripe fruit, waiting for him to pluck me triumphantly.

Luo Feng ripped all the remaining clothes covering me into strips in a few swift movements. He tore them with gusto, the sound of my underwear and skirt being ripped echoing shrilly in the room. My supple, snow-white skin and petite body were instantly exposed to Luo Feng's naked eyes. What could I do? Overwhelmed by immense shame, I passively endured the pleasure he forced upon me. The fear of being raped and the anticipation of it all weighed heavily on me, creating an unbearable contradiction. I couldn't resist Luo Feng, nor could I resist myself. My mind was blank, only a jumble of indescribable thoughts assaulting and engulfing me. At that moment, Luo Feng quickly stripped off all his clothes, revealing his penis and dark pubic hair, like a ferocious... The enormous spider was hideous and grotesque. I closed my eyes in despair, my heart filled with shame… Suddenly, he stopped moving. I opened my eyes and saw Luo Feng coldly releasing me. He held his thick penis in both hands, showing off, as if he were in complete control. Just as he was about to touch my private parts with that dark, shiny glans, I suddenly tensed up, my chest aching. How tempting such a moment had been for me before! I never imagined it would happen tonight in this atmosphere. In that instant, he violently pierced me, thrusting into my soaking wet vagina with a torrential downpour. I screamed shrilly, completely engulfed by his wanton thrusting hurricane into an endless abyss.

Luo Feng pressed down hard on my weak shoulders, holding me in place. He straddled me, his voice distorted as he shouted, "Fuck you, fuck you, you know how much I want to fuck you! Now you're finally mine. No matter how high you pretend to be, you're still a rotten bitch when I fuck you..." He mocked and insulted me as if in revenge, but I couldn't even breathe. I couldn't control myself. I groaned loudly. I didn't mean to, but every thrust from Luo Feng made me spasm. My vagina tightly gripped him, and the word "fuck" from his mouth shattered all my self-esteem. I was in unbearable pain. My body was crying. I couldn't stop myself from reaching orgasm under his repeated rape. The shame was like a knife being slashed deep inside my heart, but what flowed out was not blood, but involuntary, shameless writhing.

For so many years, I could no longer protect myself, to preserve my pure body for my husband. The chastity I had sworn to keep for him crumbled under the rape of another man. A lamb was helpless under the trampling and ravaging of a wolf. I was torn into countless pieces, drowning in lewd secretions. Luo Feng had incredible energy, thrusting his penis into my lower body wave after wave. I lost it, and was quickly pushed to the peak. An incredibly intense, electric-like stimulation spread rapidly from my lower abdomen to my vagina. I involuntarily squeezed Luo Feng's thighs together, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. I don't know how long that lasted. I was unconsciously tossed up and down by orgasms until I could feel Luo Feng's unstoppable impulse again. I could no longer suppress the helplessness and sorrow in my heart, and I burst into tears.

That night, Luo Feng slept heavily beside me, his thighs still pressed tightly against me, like a mountain holding me close, sleeping soundly. As for me, I didn't sleep a wink all night; I couldn't dream, overwhelmed by heart-wrenching regret and boundless emptiness.

Five.

As the dawn light gradually filled the room through the window curtains, I almost frantically shouted at Luo Feng, who was still asleep: "Get out..." It took me all night to muster the courage to utter that one word.

Luo Feng suddenly woke up. He undoubtedly saw and heard my hysterical scream. He only paused for a second, then slapped me hard across the face, staring at me with his cold, chilling eyes, and said, word by word, "Ah Qing, I will never let you go, you are mine!" My head throbbed, and boundless panic and darkness instantly enveloped me.

Luo Feng got up very early, perhaps it was a habit from his job as a driver; at least he had slept very deeply last night. I couldn't stay awake any longer, until 7... I fell asleep again around 10:00 PM, and vaguely remembering that Luo Feng got dressed and left my house.

This slumber continued until the afternoon. In my dream, I was starving, burning up, and experiencing muscle aches. I figured I had a fever, so I struggled to get up to get a drink of water. But as soon as I straightened up, I felt dizzy and collapsed back onto the bed. Once I regained consciousness, the nausea and discomfort worsened. Eventually, I forced myself to take some fever-reducing medication. I saw stains on the sheets, everywhere from Luo Feng's semen from the previous night. My heart was filled with mixed emotions, indescribable. I curled up in the sheets, my mind alternating between clear and confused, plagued by a series of nightmares: running away in terror from a dark room, watching TV by a scorching stove, and Luo Feng embracing me... My neck was being caressed haphazardly by his hands. I felt terrible, my head spinning and I didn't know how long I slept. I vaguely heard someone calling my name, "Ah Qing... Ah Qing," the voice sounded distant yet familiar, like my gentle and caring husband, or perhaps Uncle Quan, or maybe Luo Feng. It took a while for me to gradually wake up from my drowsy state. When I opened my blurry eyes, I saw Luo Feng sitting beside me, his face very close, his rough face almost touching my eyes. But my reaction was slow at that moment, and Luo Feng's image only lingered in my mind for a brief moment before I passed out again.

Later, Luo Feng told me that I had been very weak those two days, with a high fever, and I was talking nonsense that no one could understand. He said he had been taking care of me, feeding me medicine, applying cold compresses, wiping my body, and making me porridge. He fed me little by little, but I don't remember much of it. The illness lasted a full three days before I slowly recovered, and I regained consciousness. Every day, Luo Feng brought me three meals a day from outside. Each time, he would bring steaming hot takeout to my bedside. He was expressionless, making it impossible for me to understand his thoughts. That expression gave the impression that he was indifferent to everything. I don't know when it started, but I found that my wariness of Luo Feng was gradually eroded, replaced by an extremely complex feeling. Although I still couldn't let go of the loneliness I felt from losing my virginity to him, and I didn't feel any gratitude for his unusually attentive care, it was clear that the weight on my heart was gradually lessening.

A few days later, I had basically recovered, but I couldn't convince myself to go to the company to manage the business, even though the company was always incredibly busy. The trauma of the rape was intense, but it was difficult to heal quickly. Luo Feng ignored my cold attitude and insisted on coming to my house every day to serve me. I discovered that he had even made a copy of the house key, coming and going as if he were a member of the family. But I didn't argue about it; I knew it would be futile. Just like how he forcefully pulled me down, he didn't care whether I consented or not. Moreover, I became self-destructive and filled with helplessness. I couldn't bring myself to call the police or take any more drastic action. I don't know if it was out of fear of him or for some other reason. Uncle Quan called me almost every day to check on me, and one night he even came to my house. I almost cried in front of Uncle Quan. It wasn't until two weeks later that I reappeared at the company, dressed as usual.

For a long time, Luo Feng didn't do anything outrageous. He continued to act as a driver in front of others, but we both knew that the pure and innocent relationship was over. We didn't spend much time together. He picked me up from work in the morning and took me home in the evening. I didn't mention firing him; I knew I couldn't. He didn't bother me either, perhaps because he was concerned about my serious illness after what happened between us. We lived a peaceful life for a while. I didn't want to pursue the matter further. It wouldn't do me any good if others found out. I couldn't bring shame to my deceased husband, nor could I become the subject of gossip. I had too much pride; I couldn't bear to be looked at with such lewd and mocking eyes. So I gritted my teeth and swallowed it all. Moreover, my mindset was completely disrupted. For a considerable period, I endured immense suffering. I know I was initially unwilling; the humiliation of being raped as a woman was heartbreaking. But I had been a widow for ten years. To experience that again with a man ruthlessly dredged up the needs buried deep within me, causing me to struggle painfully between being hurt and humiliated and an inescapable yearning. My once peaceful and harmonious solitary life was completely shattered. I think this might be why I didn't fire Luo Feng. I couldn't bring myself to hate Luo Feng

; I couldn't shake off that dirty mentality deep within me that I dared not expose to the light of day. I felt deeply desperate and sorrowful because of it.

VI.

The merger negotiations with Daweilai Company proceeded extremely smoothly under Uncle Quan's management. According to a capital audit by a reputable financial company, the capital of Daweilai Company and Yanier Company was not significantly different. After the merger, my share capital would be diluted to 20%, while Han Zuohong, the chairman of Daweilai Company, would hold 19%, with the remaining 40-plus small shareholders. I would still firmly hold the position of the largest shareholder. Uncle Quan's goal was to control the entire capital of Daweilai through my personal controlling stake. I had some doubts about Daweilai accepting the share consolidation proposal given its absolutely top-notch performance. Why would they let someone else control their company? However, Uncle Quan said it was based on Daweilai's needs for future business development, etc. I have absolute trust in Uncle Quan, so I didn't delve into this issue. Perhaps this was the same consideration we had. Yanier Company also had absolutely excellent assets in terms of performance and didn't need a share consolidation either, yet it accepted the negotiation terms, didn't it? I don't know much about business, but my trust in Uncle Quan made me have no doubt about the necessity of this merger. Finally, the meeting between Yanier and Daweilai's two major shareholders was put on the agenda.

That meeting was arranged in the city's most luxurious five-star hotel, and Uncle Quan handled everything. I think without Uncle Quan, the company would have been run terribly under the management of a silly woman like me. I'm still lucky.

In the enormous banquet hall, nearly 1000 square meters in size, there were only five negotiating representatives from both sides. From Daweilai Company, there was Chairman Han Zuohong and CFO Zheng Wenxi; from our side, there was Uncle Quan, myself, and Luo Feng. Luo Feng was just a driver and didn't participate in this kind of formality.

To be honest, I felt incredibly awkward when I first met Han Zuohong. His build, appearance, and manner of speaking were strikingly similar to my deceased husband, so I stood there dumbfounded, staring at him speechlessly.

Han Zuohong appeared exceptionally young and tall, his strong, slender figure radiating vitality. He chuckled and said, "President Lian, what's wrong? Do you think my Milton suit is too small today? Haha." Lian is my surname; my name is Lian Yuqing. However, no one has called me by my full name for many years. They either call me Aqing or President Lian. It's unavoidable; Chinese people consider it impolite to address someone by their full name. My face flushed. "No, it's just that you remind me of someone I know. Sorry." Zheng Wenxi, standing next to Han Zuohong, was short and stout, with a pimple face that screamed "good-for-nothing." My first impression of him wasn't good; he was overly shrewd, exuding a mercenary and unscrupulous air. Fortunately, with Han Zuohong present, he rarely had a chance to speak.

Han Zuohong and I hit it off very well. In fact, I really enjoyed talking to him. He was witty, intelligent, and his words were full of enthusiasm for life and career, along with a healthy and stable mindset—all strikingly similar to my husband back then. I hadn't had such a deep and congenial conversation with anyone in many years. We were both very excited, and even Uncle Quan noticed. He chuckled secretly several times, making me feel embarrassed and realizing I was behaving out of character, unlike my usual self, especially considering I had recently been deeply hurt. Was it simply because Han Zuohong resembled my husband? Thinking about it, I felt a pang of anxiety and unease.

At that moment, I glanced back at Luo Feng unintentionally and was suddenly struck by the burning rage in his eyes. A wave of panic washed over me; his expression was clearly filled with annoyance and jealousy, making me instantly uneasy.

From then on, I always felt like Luo Feng was staring intently at me from behind. My heart pounded, and a sense of fear washed over me. I suddenly realized how terrifying Luo Feng was; my previously calmed state of mind was abruptly disrupted by him.

I excused myself to the restroom, hoping to avoid Luo Feng for a while and also to calm myself down. A room had already been booked upstairs, specially arranged for the negotiations. I ran upstairs, panting, as if my life depended on it, swiping my card to open the door. My heart pounded, and I was still breathing heavily. I don't know why, but Luo Feng's aggressive gaze was terrifying… Just as I was about to go downstairs after calming down a little, the door suddenly opened. I turned around and saw Luo Feng standing in my doorway, coldly staring at me. My heart pounded, and I stammered, "You… Luo Feng, what are you doing up here?"

"Can't I come up?"

"No, I… I'll be right down, the negotiations aren't over yet!" I tried to sound confident. Facing this man who had recently raped me, fear was no way to resist him.

Luo Feng slammed the door shut. "You seem to have a good impression of that pretty boy!" he said in a low, dark voice.

This is none of your business! "My voice couldn't hide the fear in my heart. I'm really afraid of Luo Feng, I can feel it.

It's not my fault?" Luo Feng suddenly lifted my chin forcefully and asked viciously.

Luo Feng... what are you doing! I hurriedly tried to push Luo Feng's hand away, but Luo Feng slapped me hard across the cheek. I screamed in pain, thrown backward by the powerful slap, lost my balance, and stumbled back a few steps, falling onto the light gray wool carpet.

It hurt so much, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Why did you hit me... haven't you bullied me enough? I covered my feverish face, my voice trembling.

Luo Feng took two steps in front of me and kicked me hard in the lower abdomen. A sharp pain erupted from my lower abdomen, I groaned, almost fainted, and could no longer speak. Luo Feng grabbed my snow-white silk scarf, lifted me up forcefully, and then with a jerk, he threw me onto the Simmons mattress behind him.

"Let you negotiate, I'll beat you up first!" Luo Feng roared.

"No..." I struggled desperately to get up from the bed, but Luo Feng pounced on me, fiercely pinning me down, and slapped my cheeks a few times mockingly. "Does it hurt? I'm sorry, I'm often rough, just bear with it for a bit, it'll stop hurting soon," he said, a cold, heavy smile clinging to his face. I knew I couldn't resist him, so I could only remain motionless, desperately trying to suppress the nausea. My whole body involuntarily curled up towards the center, but soon, my lower abdomen began to relax and ease. The pain swirled through my body, gradually replaced by a feeling of exhilaration. My face stopped contorting, and I could speak more steadily and clearly. Strangely, despite being weak and powerless after the beating, I clearly felt a kind of blissful pleasure. Hot blood surged from my lower abdomen upwards, swelling in my throat and face. I could feel myself getting a blush.

Luo Feng reached inside my collar, stretching my light purple, semi-transparent blouse open with his dark red wrist. In the warm yellow light of the room, I could see his fingers sliding across my breasts. I was incredibly nervous. As my breasts were being groped and fondled, my private parts began to swell and heat uncontrollably, becoming warm and wet. I could even vaguely feel it shamelessly secreting a viscous fluid, soaking the part of my underwear that touched my labia, clinging to my vulva. I writhed like an ant swarming to a maggot, futilely trying to break free from Luo Feng's buttocks, but he grabbed my slender neck. The force made me cough, my face instantly turning red. I pushed him away in terror, only to have him slap me across the face again. I groaned, my head spinning, tears stinging from the slap, staining my eyelashes. "

Luo Feng…don't hit me…it hurts so much!" "I was afraid. Luo Feng was someone who could do anything. I even felt that if I disobeyed his demands, he would strangle me. I dared not resist anymore, just like that time. I knew that even if I struggled, it would be futile. So I endured the burning pain on my face and the burning desire that spread throughout my body, filled with humiliation, letting Luo Feng bully me at will.

He was like a devil, exuding an aggressive, bone-deep lewdness. He was already familiar with the places I was most afraid of being teased, and he had no scruples. He pushed my long skirt up from my ankles, revealing my wet, wrinkled underwear. I couldn't resist the shame of being betrayed. The intense stimulation inside was both sore and swollen, and a warm secretion flowed out uncontrollably. I was extremely distressed.

Luo Feng chuckled:" Ah Qing, my Ah Qing, seeing you soaking wet and still not offering yourself up, you're just pretending to be all virtuous, acting like a chaste widow, but you're nothing but a slut, a worthless whore who can't stand a man! "No! ...No! ..." I sobbed, protesting, my voice suppressed and timid.

Luo Feng despised me from the bottom of his heart; I was so insignificant in his eyes, so he couldn't possibly understand my feelings. He continued to impose all the shame upon me, showing no pity. And I myself was so pathetic; I had countless opportunities to escape him, yet I silently endured his lewdness and harassment like a lamb. Was it really as he said, that I brought this upon myself?

He gently pushed his underwear aside, and I couldn't help but sigh helplessly. My most precious chastity was once again exposed to his lewd power. Luo Feng exhaled a strong, pungent smell of tobacco as he slowly unbuckled his belt.

As he penetrated me, intense spasms made me desperately grip his arm, letting out heartbreaking cries. Overwhelming pleasure controlled me, causing my snow-white flesh to tremble and writhe beneath Luo Feng… Pain lingered in my cold sweat. Silent and breathless, I realized how weak and powerless I was in front of Luo Feng. An endless darkness enveloped me, making me despair amidst pleasure, my heart pounding with a deafening, shattering sound in the empty wilderness.

VII.

The rain had just stopped in the room, and withered flowers and leaves lay scattered on the sheets, helpless and forlorn. After Luo Feng silently expressed his complete and clear possession of me, he pulled up his pants and slammed the door without hesitation. It took me a long time to recover from the numbness and sorrow in my heart. Forcing myself to be strong, I carefully cleaned myself up, smoothing out the wrinkles on my shirt and skirt that Luo Feng had torn. I still had to go downstairs to continue the negotiations, but I was filled with confusion and exhaustion, and I didn't know how to hide it without a trace.

I wiped away the tears on my face in front of the mirror, reapplied my makeup, and hesitated before going downstairs.

Han Zuohong smiled and said to me, "President Lian, are you alright?" "I think I took too long, which is very impolite," I quickly apologized. "Mr. Han, I'm so sorry to have kept you so long." "Not at all," Han Zuohong replied jokingly, trying to ease my embarrassment. "I suddenly realized that it's quite enjoyable to be able to wait for a beautiful woman like you in such an elegant environment." I was very grateful. "

I even think our negotiations don't need to continue anymore," she said, her cheerful demeanor exactly like her husband's back then. "

Why?" I was very surprised. "

Our negotiations are for the benefit of both parties, and I'm going to partner with a charming female chairman like you to develop my business, and of course, my life. Whatever the cost, it's worth it!" His face radiated sincerity and joy, making it impossible for me not to feel his heartfelt anticipation for the merger.

Han Zuohong's performance offered some comfort to me, as I was still reeling from the earlier incident with Luo Feng. I was grateful and developed an unprecedented fondness for him, which made the subsequent negotiations very smooth. Neither side overemphasized their own interests, focusing entirely on a win-win situation. Finally, a framework agreement was reached on all the issues involved in the merger process. All that remained was for Uncle Quan and Zheng Wenxi to conduct specific calculations and structural adjustments. Once

everything was settled, I hosted a banquet in the Phoenix Hall on the twelfth floor. For Han Zuohong, I did my utmost to create a lavish and extravagant spectacle, partly for Han Zuohong, and partly to soothe and vent the humiliation I had been suppressing. The entire banquet cost nearly 100,000 yuan. I was utterly astonished by my unusually extravagant behavior. Han Zuohong and Uncle Quan were also suspicious and puzzled by my actions, but I didn't care. I didn't know if I had done anything shameful. I was indeed drunk. That night, I was so drunk that I was completely unconscious, and I don't even remember how I got home. In my dazed state, I only felt a deep pain in my heart. I felt destroyed, shattered into countless fragmented and filthy pieces, trampled by the bustling crowd. I trod on him, turning him to ash and dust.

Waking up in the early morning, the cold sunlight had already made the moon-white bedroom feel dry and harsh. The room reeked of alcohol, the air seemingly condensed into a murky, transparent substance, making me nauseous. The hangover headache hadn't completely subsided, so when I opened my eyes, I immediately felt a sharp pain shooting from my cornea straight to my brain.

I suddenly realized there was someone lying next to me, his hair spiky, his muscles bulging with oil—it was Luo Feng.

I was trembling with anger, about to confront him, when yesterday's scene suddenly flashed into my mind, and the words I was about to say were swallowed back. Disobeying him and resisting him would only invite more abuse. Just like yesterday, and looking at myself closely, I realized he hadn't done anything to me last night. So, I forced myself to swallow my grievances, put on my pajamas, and went to the bathroom.

I showered alone, cried for a while, and didn't know how to face Luo Feng.

When I came out, Luo Feng was awake. He had somehow found his husband's pajamas and was wearing them, engrossed in watching the morning news. Seeing him wearing my husband's pajamas filled me with both humiliation and sadness. I felt I had let my husband down. I glanced back at his portrait hanging on the wall and wanted to take it down; I didn't want him to see me like this.

Seeing me come out, Luo Feng comfortably spread his arms. "Come here, watch TV with me for a while. I've been serving you all night," he said, completely acting like the master of the house.

"Sorry, I have to go to work, I'll be late," I hesitated, replying in a pleading tone. Luo Feng gave me a strong sense of oppression; I was genuinely afraid of him.

Luo Feng's face darkened, and he gestured for me to come closer with his finger, his attitude resolute and domineering.

I could only submit to him. I was afraid he would humiliate me again, so I yielded as much as I could. After the first time, it felt like I had given my virginity to my husband many years ago. That innocent, heart-pounding feeling was something I could never find again.

I cautiously sat down next to Luo Feng. Luo Feng had a strong presence that permeated my surroundings. Every part of his body exuded the wild energy naturally revealed by a rugged man. He stared at me nonchalantly, his hand casually slipping inside my nightgown. I couldn't resist and could only silently endure his rough hand groping me wantonly. Later, my face slowly turned red, and my heart began to race as he teased me. I thought he would do it to me again, so my thighs involuntarily felt sore and tight. But after touching me for a while, he gave up.

"Let's go, I know you have important business today!" he said unexpectedly. The mirror

,

framed in a carved mahogany frame, shimmered softly under the gentle light. The bathroom, still damp from the recent shower, felt fresh and carried a strong scent of perfume. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was plump and petite, exuding the mature, rounded charm of a middle-aged woman. Even after the recent serious illness, I showed no signs of fatigue or weariness. A wave of self-pity

washed over me, giving rise to a thousand melancholy thoughts. Luo Feng, looking utterly bored, strolled up behind me, grabbed me, and licked my lips with his wet tongue. I struggled slightly but gave up. It was too late to do anything now, whether facing Luo Feng or myself; I could only submit to his will. He kissed me while casually caressing me until I blushed and my heart pounded uncontrollably. Finally, mustering my courage, I struggled free from his embrace, then chuckled and drove off to his car.

I felt lost, watching his agile back, my heart filled with confusion. Lost.

News of the successful share consolidation negotiations quickly spread throughout the company. Given its profound impact on the company's long-term development, everyone discussed and spread it as good news. Uncle Quan, the instigator of the entire plan, was also regarded as the most contributing figure in the company's history, which made me feel gratified. After all, it was thanks to Uncle Quan that I was able to survive in such a depressed and confused state. Without him, I certainly wouldn't have had the strength to manage Yanier's affairs. I'm not a capable or efficient woman; I've always been pampered since childhood, from my teenage years until marriage. I often didn't even know how much money I had in my own account.

The share consolidation officially entered the operational phase. Uncle Quan was incredibly busy, while I couldn't help at all. I became very depressed, constantly lost in thought, and I increasingly felt myself sinking into an abyss from which I couldn't escape. Luo Feng was keeping a close eye on me. In his shadow, I felt like a canary with broken wings. I endured it all; at least this caged life was much better than my previous lonely existence. Because of this, my inferiority complex intensified, and I could hardly hold my head up in front of Luo Feng.

I began to despise my infidelity and depravity.

Luo Feng gradually became more and more brazen. He seized every opportunity to be alone with me and touch me. He was a driver, so getting such opportunities wasn't difficult, and he also had a key to the house. He would spend most of his nights in my bed, and he became increasingly violent, showing almost no restraint or leniency towards me. My weakness left me powerless to change my situation. I was psychologically and physically dominated by him. At first, I passively endured it, but later I was involuntarily drawn into Luo Feng's intense desires. Nightmarish submission and shame left a bitter shadow on my heart, but at the same time... Luo Feng's wild manipulation gradually awakened the desires buried deep within my body, and I reluctantly accepted his possessiveness.

Around 2 PM, I saw off the journalists I had invited for the upcoming share consolidation meeting a week later, finally able to sit down and catch my breath. Uncle Quan had been doing asset reconciliation at Daweilai Company for three days, and I had been handling almost everything myself these past few days. Just managing to give the employees a clear and organized schedule was already a huge effort.

Han Zuohong called almost every day; she was incredibly thoughtful and considerate, even once sending nine thousand roses, which became headline news at the company, suddenly increasing my stress. Fortunately, Luo Feng was temporarily reassigned to drive for Uncle Quan, giving me a few days to breathe. However, for some reason, the company's entire financial system was in trouble. Several large clients' orders were financed by the company, but the settlements were delayed. My initial estimate was close to 800... Having 10,000 yuan in cash circulating off the books, while not unusual from a business perspective, was undoubtedly a thorny issue for me, someone who never gets involved in business. I called Uncle Quan, who told me not to worry, he knew what he was doing, so I gave up.

A little while later, Han Zuohong called again, inviting me to dinner that evening. Since Luo Feng wasn't there and I liked Zuohong, I didn't refuse.

Zuohong had made a reservation at Hongya Restaurant.

Hongya Restaurant was traditionally a gathering place for couples, rarely frequented by business people, hence its extremely romantic and sentimental decor, exuding a melancholic and decadent style. This was also the only restaurant in the city I hadn't been to; I felt very oppressed there, my closed-off and depressed inner world somewhat repelled by it. But since I was with Zuohong, I went along with it. Time seemed to fly by when I was with

Zuohong

, perhaps because of the plaintive, gentle violin music playing around us, or perhaps because of the vibrant atmosphere among all the men and women who had come there for a romantic evening. Perhaps it was the smiling faces of the dancers, or perhaps it was Zuo Hong's ever-present and meticulous care. That night became a time of tranquility and comfort I had never experienced before. My life had been oppressive and desolate, with Luo Feng forcibly occupying the dark, cold corners of my heart. I craved the comfort of being protected, loved, respected, coaxed, and obeyed. All of this was satisfied in Zuo Hong's straightforward and gentle expression. Unlike Luo Feng, who was wild, strong, and reckless, Zuo Hong would never disobey or violate my will, thus protecting my fragile self-esteem. He was like an old friend who had known me for many years, knowing everything I loved and admired. Most importantly, on his handsome face, sculpted from the same mold as my husband, he displayed a variety of endearing expressions. His smiles, his seriousness, his playfulness, his mischief, his humor—all of these reminded me of my teenage years when I was deeply in love with my husband.

In the short few hours I spent with Zuo Hong, I was almost moved to tears several times by his passion, like… Like a water bag dried up in the desert, or hands chapped from winter, I genuinely enjoyed his refreshing rain. When that wonderful dinner finally ran out of food and gave me no reason to linger any longer, I had completely transformed into a ripe fruit, my heart and soul swaying and landing in Zuo Hong's breathtaking fairytale world. Zuo Hong said I resembled his favorite girlfriend from childhood, so I asked about her current situation. Zuo Hong said that girl had passed away ten years ago. I told him I looked just like my husband from back then, and at this point, I couldn't help but shed tears. Zuo Hong comforted me and wiped my tears with a delicate, snow-white handkerchief. It truly moved me that a man could keep such a clean and tidy handkerchief.

I really didn't want to leave, and Zuo Hong didn't seem to want to break up either. So he suggested going to his house to look at paintings. Faced with Zuo Hong's suggestion, all my carefully maintained composure and appearance became pitifully vulnerable. My reply was as soft as a mosquito's song. What else could I do? I was completely captivated by Zuo Hong, and I went along with it. It was heartbreaking.

My intuition told me I would fall deeply into his seductive allure, like a beautiful moth joyfully flying into a spider's web, yearning to be caught.

Zuo Hong owned an old-style villa in the city, built during the concession era. Having weathered countless changes and a century of hardship, he had renovated it to a new look. Zuo Hong told me all this. Although I was worth millions, I had never seen a European-style private villa before. Its splendor stood proudly amidst the shimmering light, imbued with the exquisite and rich artistic style of the Franco era in Spain. A carpet reflecting Turkish national art stretched out beneath my feet, and on both sides were 18th-century classical realist paintings. Zuo Hong patiently explained the origins and artistic value of these paintings to me, then invited me to the restaurant. He selected a bottle of pastoral-style absinthe from the wine cabinet, poured it for me in two crystal glasses, and I enjoyed Zuo Hong's meticulous care like a proud princess. "

Ah Qing, cheers!" Zuo Hong's face was filled with a charming smile.

10.

"Zuo Hong, let me tell you first, I can't drink alcohol, so don't force me!" Facing this man who was like a husband, my heart was filled with a thousand thoughts. I was deeply attracted to him, my mature and voluptuous body was swelling inside me, and my whole body was burning with the flames he had ignited. My words began to respond involuntarily to his teasing.

"I won't force you, absolutely not! Look at you, your face is already red before you've even tasted the wine, you silly girl, you know, the blush on your face is so alluring!" He gently clinked his glass against mine.

My heart pounded, I felt weak and shy, like a girl just beginning to understand love. "You're teasing me! Who's blushing? It's all because of the red candles in the room!" I couldn't hide the overwhelming shyness in my heart, my cheeks burning even hotter in front of Zuo Hong. I knew that when I entered this magnificent old villa, I couldn't suppress the tender love deep within my heart, and I was completely captivated by the handsome man before me. "

Silly girl, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" He smiled as he sipped his wine and gently stroked my hair. "

What are you saying? You're so annoying! What do you think I'm thinking?" Suddenly, something felt tightness in my chest, my heart melting into soft, blushing mud.

He drew closer, so close I worried he might notice my pounding heart. He reached out and playfully pinched my nose, teasingly asking, "Are you thinking, if he kissed me right now, should I kick him or bite him?" A mischievous smile played on his lips. "

Screw you, I haven't even thought about either!" As Zuo Hong gradually invaded my space, the distance between us rapidly shrank. The oppressive feeling reminded me of a golden carp about to be devoured, struggling helplessly in a shallow pool, desperately trying to suppress its burning breath. I forced myself to remain calm as I retorted, my face growing hotter and hotter, so hot that I felt as if all my unspoken desires for love and comfort were written on my delicate, fair cheeks, for Zuo Hong to examine and admire, for me to bloom for him, to paint the river red.

Neither? Then...

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