[Urban] Sunny Day at the Sea of Sex (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 68: One Night in Night Love

"What's wrong, honey?"

It turns out my wife's been in a bad mood lately; apparently, something happened at work. A surge of anger welled up inside me, and I grabbed Ning Hui's face, eager to get to the bottom of it!

As the saying goes, every grievance has a source, every debt has a debtor. I immediately thought of that persistent, scheming Zheng Glasses guy at my wife's company. I gritted my teeth and asked, "Did that bastard Zheng bully you again?"

Ning Hui's eyes were red, partly from a fever, and partly because tears were welling up. I then took a closer look at Ning Hui's face…

she'd lost weight!

My wife's usually pretty, slightly plump face had become noticeably thinner. Although this gauntness was enough to rival my wife's cousin, Ning Daiyu—don't judge me, the Lin and Ning families are related, haha—it

still pained me. Who dared to mess with my wife?

Ning Hui's long eyelashes obscured her upper eyelids, and she barely had the strength to lift them. She simply shook her head gently: "It's nothing, honey. I've just been feeling too much work pressure lately, and I'm physically and mentally exhausted. I want to rest for a while."

"He really didn't do anything to you?"

I asked, my eyes blazing with the hatred of someone who would cut off the penis of the bastard if he touched my wife.

"Don't worry, honey, really nothing happened. I just feel...so tired..."

Ning Hui buried her face in my chest, holding me tightly.

"Okay, okay, quit your job then. Rest as long as you want, baby. Or you can stay home and be Mrs. Ning, and I'll take care of you for the rest of my life."

I stroked Ning Hui's hair to comfort her. Ning Hui's body, still slightly feverish from her fever, was still warm.

"Okay, you'll take care of me for the rest of my life...take care of me...for the rest of my life..."

Ning Hui murmured softly. Soon after, perhaps feeling extremely weak, she fell into a deep sleep in my arms...

The next day, Ning Hui took sick leave and didn't go to work. She slept until almost noon before getting up. Today I was supposed to go to the newspaper office to handle some business, but I canceled everything—my wife is my everything, that's always been the unwavering rule of the Ning family.

I quickly prepared a special meal for my wife, cooking lotus seed and millet porridge, and then fed her spoonful by spoonful by spoonful by her bedside.

My wife seemed a bit better today; after a couple of sips, she said it tasted good and sweetly thanked me for my lovingly prepared lotus seed and millet porridge. Then, while we were eating, she suddenly asked out of the blue, "Honey, what did your Little Swallow want to talk to you about yesterday?"

"Oh,"

I was taken aback by her sudden question, "I didn't know at first, but when I went to her place, she told me it was her birthday yesterday."

"Ah? Well,"

my wife smiled with a complicated expression, and said softly, "I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"What are you saying, honey? Even if the sky falls, I'll come back!"

I quickly declared, afraid of expressing my 10,000 loyalty to my wife as 9,999.

"Oh, so not being able to celebrate your Little Swallow's birthday is considered the sky falling?"

Ning Hui turned her head away and pouted at the spoonful of lotus seed and millet porridge I was feeding her, meaning she wasn't going to eat it!

My wife was jealous of me.

Now I panicked and quickly said, "No, no, honey, that's not what I meant..."

Before I could finish, Ning Hui, still in a low voice, added, "Oh, so there are things more important than your wife in your heart!"

Oh my god, when this woman starts arguing, you know what happens. Ning, the cook, is about to have a meltdown!

He's having a good time with his wife and mistress, but now he realizes that when women argue, the pot is made of iron, and too much fire will burn your back.

"I...I..."

The usually eloquent Ning was speechless for a moment.

"Hehehe,"

Ning Hui chuckled, seeing me practically sweating profusely. "Getting impatient, huh?"

Turns out my wife was just teasing me. I quickly pouted and held out the spoon to her lips. "Okay, okay, honey, hurry up and drink your porridge! My arm's getting sore from holding it up!"

They say there's a kind of happiness in deliberately tormenting your husband—all women do it, damn it, why is women's happiness so twisted?

Ning Hui was happy now, and with a lazy, coquettish air, she opened her mouth to continue drinking the porridge.

But suddenly, her mouth was halfway open, and only half the porridge in the spoon had entered her mouth when Ning Hui froze like a statue. Her previously drooping crescent moon eyes widened into a bright, full moon as she stared at me!

Her gaze instantly fell on my empty wrist, where I was holding the spoon. Ning Hui frowned. "Honey, where's the watch?"

"Yeah? The watch... where's the watch?"

I mumbled, then suddenly remembered. I'd been so busy last night and this morning, I slapped my forehead. "Oh no! Honey, I... I forgot I left it at Luo Xiaoyan's apartment!"

Ning Hui immediately closed her mouth again, biting her lip. "Hmph! You... you're bullying me."

"What's wrong, honey? I... how could I dare bully my dear wife?"

Seeing that his wife wasn't just teasing him, Ning, the cook, realized the situation was serious.

"Is this how you treat the gift your wife bought you? Humph, why didn't you just leave her there!"

This time, my wife was serious, leaning against the headboard, her chest heaving slightly…

Goodness, there really isn't a woman in this world who isn't jealous, even my wife, whom I'm so proud of as the world's most understanding Oscar winner, isn't immune to jealousy.

"Wife, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

I said, the sweat that had almost dripped down my forehead finally subsided, "but last night when I heard you were sick, I panicked and lost my mind, so…"

"Then what are you standing there for? Go find her!"

Ning Hui reached out and punched me.

I quickly grabbed the phone, barely daring to breathe, and called Luo Xiaoyan's cell phone, but the call connected and Luo Xiaoyan hung up!

I called again, but the phone was off!

Oh my god, what a coincidence! Xiaoyan, are you trying to join in the fun and tease me now?

Thankfully, Luo Xiaoyan's text message arrived a little while later: "Brother Nan, I'm sorry, you must be asking about your watch, right? I only found it on my bedside table this morning. I didn't even have time to contact you before he came back. The watch is with me. I'll be with him for the next couple of days. I'll get it for you as soon as I have time." "

He" undoubtedly refers to Boss Qiu—wasn't he supposed to be back in two days? Damn it!

"Wife, she...she's busy right now, she can't get the watch yet. It might be a couple of days."

I stammered, looking at my wife timidly.

"What's so busy? You don't even have time to get the watch?"

Ning Hui still pouted.

Now I was really going to cry. Was I supposed to tell my wife that Xiaoyan was with her gangster boss lover right now? That would be too melodramatic.

Helpless, I had to resort to a brain teaser and quickly said, "She suddenly got a performance assignment out of town today and went there. She won't be back for two days."

My heart was pounding like a hammer. If my wife were to ask me some nagging question about my text messages… I'd already decided that I'd have to jump into the Yellow River. The problem is, even then, I might not be able to clear my name.

Luckily, my wife didn't check my phone, but she was still sulking, looking determined. Even though my wife is actually quite docile when she's angry, I still preferred to see her calm face. Okay, better coax her quickly. There's no woman who isn't jealous, and of course, there's no woman who can't be coaxed.

Then I saw my husband rush to the computer desk, rip the keyboard off, and bring it to Ning Hui's bedside. Then, shamelessly, he said, "Wife, where's this?"

"What… what are you doing?"

Ning Hui, not knowing what her husband was up to, quickly asked.

"Kneel on the keyboard, please."

I chuckled, placing the keyboard beside the bed and propping myself up to kneel.

"Hehehe, you're really going to kneel?"

Ning Hui burst out laughing. "You think the keyboard is made of iron? With your small frame, you'll crush it if you kneel on it."

Seeing my wife's face brighten, I quickly forgot about the keyboard and, like a hungry wolf hunting its prey, tightly embraced my wife, reaching out to kiss her lips.

"Mmm... be gentle, are you acting like a hungry wolf hunting its prey?"

Ning Hui first gave a soft hum, but then opened her mouth to meet my lips, melting into my saliva-drenched kiss.

"Wife..."

I murmured, kissing my wife, "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Mmm... I'm not angry anymore because of the millet porridge you cooked, but you must go and get the watch back in two days, okay? That was... a gift from your wife..."

Ning Hui finished speaking and made an alluring circle with her fragrant lips, sucking my tongue in her mouth with a sticky, sweet sound...

After resting at home yesterday and receiving careful care from her husband, Ning Hui felt much refreshed. This morning, Ning Hui went to work, her body basically back to normal. In the afternoon, I received a call from Zeng Daxia.

"Hey, I was saying your wife's been having a falling out with my brother lately, so she's not in a good mood. I'm taking her out to have some fun tonight. She's too shy to ask you directly, so I'm asking her for permission."

What on earth is this Zeng Daxia up to now? I asked, bewildered, "What's up? Where are you taking her to have fun?"

"Let's go have some fun, sister and sister! Let's go to a nightclub!" Holy

crap, when those two eerie words "nightclub" suddenly came out of Zeng Daxia's mouth, I was so shocked I almost dropped my phone. I know that place; it's a place for lustful men and women to have one-night stands. Before I started dating Ning Hui, during those wild, reckless days, I'd been dragged there a few times by Pi Shi.

This woman is too damn wild! I really didn't expect Master Zeng to take my wife to do something like this. So far, at least I know the names of the cheating husbands who have cuckolded me. But if we go to Night Love, won't we just end up with some lecherous men who don't care about their origins?

Seriously though, after Master Zeng's teasing, my "I'd rather die than stay-at-home husband" mentality was really kicked in. All those evil cells that only activate when I'm in a cuckolding state were suddenly activated. I was so excited that I said to Zeng Meimei on the phone, "I want to go too!"

"Ha, what are you going for? To watch your wife hook up with her lover? You'll be watching with envy!"

This girl always knows how to tickle a man's sore spot. Hearing that, I immediately went weak in the knees.

"Wife and mistress? Holy crap, Zeng Daxia is treating himself like my mistress! I'm so touched... If those nameless lecherous men snatch both my wife and mistress away, damn it, will Ning Zhufu's blood be enough to keep him going?

" "I have to go. You guys don't care, I'll just put on makeup and secretly follow you. Just don't let my wife know. I know that place well, I know how to avoid being caught."

"Haha, okay then. I'm just worried your wife won't be open enough. I'll drive to your house to pick up Hui'er after dinner tonight."

Yes, you think my wife is as open and reckless as you, you son of a bitch Zeng Meimei!

Let's do it! Hahaha, more makeup? No problem for me. I quickly called my makeup artist friend at the TV station. This is a piece of cake for him; he just told me to come over.

I rushed to the TV station and borrowed two props from my buddy: a mustache, a pair of black-rimmed round glasses with no prescription, giving off a very artsy vibe.

I put them on, and my buddy laughed, "If you shaved your head, people would think you were a Japanese ronin who'd fallen into Shanghai!"

Ning Hui came home earlier than usual that afternoon and told me she'd submitted her resignation letter to the office. Otherwise, I didn't notice anything unusual. Then,

while Ning Hui and I were having dinner at home, I received a call from Zeng Daxia: "Hui, are you home? I've already driven out and will be there soon."

"Who took the taxi?"

Ning Hui asked from the side.

"Zeng Daxia."

"What's up?"

"She's on her way to our house, saying she wants to take you out to have some fun."

I continued shoveling food into my mouth, acting as if nothing was wrong.

"Huh?"

Ning Hui's face paled instantly. She hurriedly said, "She...she's really crazy! She really told you?"

"Yeah."

Her brother remained calm. "It's just going to Night Love."

"Night Love...do you know what that is?"

"Yeah, it's just a one-night stand."

Her brother remained as immovable as a mountain.

"This...this...this is too outrageous! I'm not going, I didn't agree to it!"

Ning Hui pouted, then looked suspicious. "You...you conspired together?"

"I swear to Chairman Mao, I only heard about it this afternoon from Zeng Daxia on the phone. She said you were too afraid to tell me, so she got all the leave for you."

Looking at his wife's adorable, flustered expression, I held back my laughter.

"What?! I didn't even agree to her! That damn Mei Mei!"

My wife looked at me with utterly bewildered eyes. "So, you agreed to go?"

"Yeah!"

I finally chuckled, my face full of mischief, then went over and hugged my wife, giving her a big kiss on the cheek. "Go ahead, baby, just relax. Saying goodbye at dawn, hehe, that's pretty exciting!"

"Ha! What kind of husband are you? Your wife went on a one-night stand, and you're all excited like crazy. You and Zeng Mei Mei are both perverts!"

Ning Hui punched me after saying that.

A moment later, Zeng Meimei arrived, dressed to the nines. Her revealing halter top accentuated her voluptuous figure, exposing more of her white body than it covered—most people wear clothes to cover themselves, but Zeng Meimei's clothes seemed designed to expose her.

Well, now that Zeng Meimei was here, one pervert had become two. Ning Hui, unable to resist the nagging of her cuckolded husband and her best friend, was practically coerced and finally agreed to go out and have some fun with Zeng Meimei.

Ning Hui then went to the bedroom to change, and I followed her in. Ning Hui snorted angrily when she saw me, "Pervert!"

Then she rummaged through the closet and pulled out a casual dress that, while not particularly revealing, was ready to put it on.

Ning Hui took off her pajamas, put on a bra, and prepared to get ready to go out.

At this point, Ning Hui, who had been lying low, finally revealed his true colors—he had sneaked into the bedroom to watch his wife change. I quickly moved closer to my wife, grabbed Ning Hui's hand, and shamelessly chuckled, "Honey, let's do the work without underwear."

"Huh?"

Ning Hui slapped me. "You're really getting cocky, aren't you? No way, no way, do you really think your wife is some kind of slut?"

"Please, honey, please!"

I looked at Ning Hui with utter pity, as if I'd die in front of her if she wore underwear today.

Ning Hui was both amused and exasperated by my shameless behavior. Zeng Meimei outside kept yelling for us to hurry up. Ning Hui glared at me resentfully, then let go—this Ning Hui was incredibly shameless—and promptly ripped off Ning Hui's underwear.

Whoosh! The lush, dark pubic hair between my wife's legs was immediately and vividly displayed before my eyes! Thinking that my wife would drape a leaf-like piece of cloth over herself and go out—or perhaps go hooking up with men—this incredibly erotic and stimulating image immediately made me feel breathless. I plunged headfirst into that tuft of hair, rubbing and kneading it with my mouth and nose, rolling around like a pig rooting for food…

“Ah—”

Ning Hui moaned.

“Wow, so fragrant.”

I sucked on my wife’s pubic hair until my little Ning’s penis was throbbing erect.

“Hmph, can’t bear to part with it, huh?”

Ning Hui instinctively squeezed her legs together, the hair gripping my mouth and nose so tightly that I almost suffocated.

"I'm willing to give it up, I'm willing to give it up!"

I quickly suppressed my lewd thoughts and raised my head, a lewd and mischievous grin on my face. "Hurry up, Master Zeng is still waiting outside."

Ning Hui looked at me with an expression of utter displeasure at having such a perverted husband. She had just come out completely naked, wearing a skirt, when she was about to be disturbed. Then she heard Zeng Meimei's shrill exclamation: "Hey, honey, wearing that, do you think you're going to the school library? Not a single bit of your arms or legs showing, are you going to a nightclub for winter? Go, go, go change into something else, change into that tank top I bought with you last time!"

Goodness, I was in for a shock. My wife's current light green suit was fine, but if she changed into that milky white one, which was also semi-transparent, wouldn't all of her messy black pubic hair be on full display? "

Damn, this place is less than a hundred meters from where I left home. I'm afraid it's already attracted countless wolves. Traffic jams are a minor issue; the Ning Mansion will really become infamous.

" "Never mind," I quickly said, "Where do you usually see such a pure student girl at One Night Stand? Imagine what it would be like if such a pure student girl came to One Night Stand?"

"Haha, okay, okay, this is fine,"

Zeng Meimei said, urging Ning Hui, "Look at you, you didn't even put on some perfume. Okay, okay, I have some in my bag. Let's go, we still need to go shopping first."

So Ning Hui grabbed her bag and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she came to me. I thought my wife would give me a hug before going out to pick up men, but I didn't expect Ning Hui to whisper something in my ear that left me dumbfounded.

Ning Hui said, "Hmph, I really want to go without underwear, wearing that tank top!"...

As agreed, my wife and Zeng Daxia would go shopping first, and when it was time to go to One Night Stand, Zeng Daxia would send me a text message signal.

So I waited anxiously at home for night to fall, for the city lights to twinkle, for the city to transform from its daytime hustle and bustle to its vibrant nightlife, for Night Love, the city's playground for the desires and passions of its men and women, blooming like poppies in the city's boundless night...

Sure enough, Zeng Daxia sent a text message as promised. I quickly dressed in the outfit I'd borrowed from my makeup artist friend, transforming myself into a Japanese ronin, and dashed off to Night Love—I thought, with my innate artistic flair, even if I were a Japanese ronin, I'd at least be a Kawabata Yasunari, haha.

Zeng Daxia and his wife arrived fairly early. After sitting down, they sent me another text describing their location, saying they'd asked a waiter to reserve a seat for me in a corner, and that I just needed to give them my name at the front desk when I arrived.

When I got there, I had to admit I really admired Zeng Daxia. From that spot, with a really good view, I could see my wife and Zeng Daxia sitting about ten meters apart. He'd even figured out the little detail of my wife sitting with her back to me. Looking over, I could see Ning Hui's slightly turned back, and unless she was deliberately trying, she would never have noticed me—let alone me dressed as a Japanese ronin.

Besides, because they were choosing a partner for tonight's bed, the club lobby lights weren't dimmed, so the view was perfect. I could see almost everything my wife and Zeng Daxia did, every smile and gesture.

There are certain unwritten rules to arranging one-night stands at nightclubs, such as what drinks men and women should order, how to add sugar to coffee, and the proper placement of lighters to convey either flirtation or rejection. Besides their usual function of serving tea and water, the waiters also have a special role: if a customer takes a liking to someone at a neighboring table, the customer will write down the table number and have the waiter pass it over to invite that person over. Thus, the passion and desire of the night begin and ferment with those passed notes…

Meanwhile, the lobby is playing songs like "That Night," "A-mei's One-Night Stand," "Hiroshima Mon Amour," and "One Night in Beijing," all on repeat. I ordered a cocktail and began to enjoy the atmosphere that made every cell in my body feel aroused.

At this moment, a memory involuntarily surfaced in my mind: a long-haired, long-legged girl I'd hooked up with here many years ago. Although her ecstatic moans in bed and the feel of her skin were still vaguely etched in my memory, her appearance had truly become a blur—you tell me, how much of her could I remember after just one night?

But I'm still grateful to her for giving me a night of tenderness in my long life—a night I never need to think about, never need to forget… only the warmth and passion of skin…

that's what a one-night stand is all about.

The lobby gradually filled up, and my wife and Zeng Meimei—because Zeng Meimei was wearing a black halter top, like two of the most dazzling and radiant green and black roses of the night, swayed gracefully in the ambiguous lighting, consuming the gasps of more and more men who saw them.

I understood those gasps to be: Where did these girls come from? Isn't this the legendary goddess of one-night stands descending upon us?

And Ning, the cook, was incredibly smug, because these two exquisite women… hehe!

I was sitting in a small two-seater seat, and a couple of meters away there was a slightly larger round seat that could seat four or five people. It was soon occupied by four men who looked to be around thirty years old. These days, everything is about group buying, even one-night stands are done in groups.

I could hear most of what they were saying. The conversation inevitably turned to the women present that night, and of course, it didn't last long before the topic shifted to Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei, who weren't far away: "Damn, those two girls over there are gorgeous!" "I

'm a regular at nightclubs, and I've never seen such beautiful girls before."

"Especially the one in the green dress, so cute, looks so innocent. Such an innocent girl for a night? Just thinking about it is incredibly exciting! I'd even accept losing ten years of my life for one night with such a gem."

"Tonight, I'm really not calm anymore. Damn, I have to try! I need to act fast before someone else snatches her up. Guys, who wants to go first? I'm saying, let's each chip in, raise a thousand yuan, and whoever gets either of those two girls gets the thousand yuan!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Yes, I'll take it!"...

Actually, the area in front of Ning Hui and Zeng Daxia's table was already bustling with waiters and various men. The waiters were busy handing out slips of paper, and the men constantly moving around were, of course, the various wolves who, like those at the next table, wanted to try their luck.

Most of these wolves just loitered around for a bit, struck up a conversation, and then left dejectedly. A couple of men sat down, but left without saying much. Without a doubt, none of these guys had won my wife's heart.

In fact, several of the men who hovered around my wife's table were quite attractive, either handsome or with various styles, but judging from the situation, my wife rejected them all outright. This club has rules. If someone clearly signals rejection, you can only leave obediently and can't cause trouble. There are plenty of burly security guards there. If any kid tries to cause trouble after being rejected, they'll be kicked out at best, and at worst, have their Achilles tendon severed...

I've heard rumors, anyway, that some guy, whose surname isn't Xie, tried to grope a girl who had clearly rejected him, and actually got his Achilles tendon severed by a security guard. Apparently, he only had to pay some compensation, and the guard was fine.

Anyway, this place is rumored to be protected by powerful figures with connections to both the legal and illegal worlds.

So, although the men, driven by hormones, circled around my wife and Zeng Meimei's seats, they did so in an orderly fashion, like a queue, without encountering any hooligans.

But as time ticked by, I started to get anxious. Honey, I didn't ask you to come here to choose a husband, why are you being so picky? We'll go our separate ways at dawn, don't be so picky.

I figured it was probably my wife's first time doing this, and she wasn't completely relaxed yet.

I was getting really anxious, so I texted Zeng Daxia: "What's going on? Out of all these men, not a single one looks good to her?"

A little while later, Zeng Daxia texted back: "Yeah, there are quite a few I think are pretty good, but your wife just can't let go. She rejected them all. I think she still can't get over it."

And it was true!

Then, the four men at the next table started getting ready. The first three went over one by one, looking for an empty spot, but without exception, they didn't even get a seat before being turned away and slinking back home.

When they returned, they were full of complaints: "What was that girl in the green dress doing, pretending to be innocent? What was she doing here pretending to be innocent?"

"Did you notice? It was always the girl in the black dress giving the girl in the green dress signals. It seemed like the girl in the green dress was the one who made the final decision. If she didn't agree, we wouldn't even have a chance to sit down and chat."

"Sorry, guys, looks like we're not going to meet our goddess, heavens and earth!"...

"I'll give it a try,"

the guy who suggested pooling a thousand yuan as a bet stood up.

I glanced at the guy who stood up. He was about 180cm tall, around forty, somewhere between handsome and not handsome, but his features were very sculpted. A few wisps of beard on his face gave him a subtle sense of vicissitude and cynicism. At first glance, he looked like a strong, muscular type, but his clothes seemed casual—a sleeveless t-shirt and jeans with a few random, energetic holes—but he actually had a lot of style, going for an artsy and fashionable individualistic look.

I'll just call him Bearded Guy for now.

Then I saw the bearded guy, carrying a cocktail, sneak over—I thought it would be another ten seconds before he had to turn back.

Haha, but to my surprise, he actually sat down, and right next to Ning Hui!

I thought he'd only be sitting there for less than a minute before he got up and bowed, but three minutes passed…

five minutes passed…

and the bearded guy actually sat down completely. The people next to him started exclaiming, “Hey, Brother Niu is amazing! Looks like he's going to win over that innocent girl in the green dress!”

“Damn, in this situation, if he succeeds, why should we pay him? He should treat us and give us a thousand-yuan red envelope!”

Damn, this is going to be great! I suddenly got excited and stared intently at the seat opposite me—it was obvious this guy with the beard surnamed Niu was a master at picking up girls. Not only was he chatting and laughing with my wife, but he was also sitting so close to her that it was practically one-dimensional. One hand would occasionally hook around my wife's shoulder and give her a quick pat, while the other hand… it seemed, it seemed to have actually moved to my wife's lower body…

What was going on? I shuddered, and just as I was about to follow that groping hand, I saw a wall of white breasts blocking my view, separating me from the situation between Niu, the guy with the beard, and my wife.

Then, I heard a soft, sweet voice: "Hey, you look so stylish, your beard is so sexy! Can I sit down and chat with you?"

Oh my god! Why does he always have to do this at the crucial moment? "Hey sis, I'm busy. I'm not here to pick up girls tonight, I'm here to watch my wife hook up with guys. You're blocking my view."

"Oh, okay,"

I chuckled, quickly propping up the lighter on the table to indicate I wasn't interested.

Unexpectedly, the girl persisted, saying, "Brother, let's chat! I've been watching you for ages, and I really like you, especially your beard, it's so cool! I'm cute too. Maybe if we chat, you'll fall for me."

Damn, did she know my beard was fake? I finally snapped out of it and looked up. There stood a girl with huge breasts practically bursting out of her low-cut tank top, smiling sweetly at me. Her lips were bright red from wiping, and her voice was like a fiery butterfly—she looked incredibly cute.

To be honest, aside from being a bit too voluptuous, this girl is actually quite pretty, with a stunning bust—definitely a weapon to satisfy sexual frustration.

The problem is, am I not sexually frustrated right now? What I'm frustrated about is that my wife hasn't been with another man in ages…

It seems only this trick can appease this girl who's fallen for a Japanese ronin at first sight. I smiled kindly at her, “Hehe, sorry, little sister, I'm gay.”

“What does 'gay' mean, brother?”

she asked earnestly, blinking her eyes.

Oh my god, I'm about to collapse! I was already on edge, and now my inner universe is about to explode. Then, Ning Zhufu yelled at the top of his lungs, “Gay means gay, little sister, I'm gay!”

The girl suddenly looked aggrieved, her sweet smile vanished, replaced by deep cleavage as she gave me a look and muttered, "Crazy!"

Finally, the bust disappeared, and when my gaze returned to my wife's seat, I saw Brother Niu standing up. Turning around, I saw a look of utter dejection on his face.

When Brother Niu returned, the others immediately asked, "What's wrong, Brother Niu? Didn't it look like you were almost done?"

Brother Niu picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp, then said dejectedly, with an infinitely regretful expression, "Damn, just a little bit more!"

"What happened?"

"This girl is amazing! She looks so innocent, and she's not even wearing underwear!"

What's going on? Did Brother Niu just grope my wife? This—if that happened, it would be a landmark event for my wife, being touched in public by a stranger, right in front of her best friend! What kind of situation is this?

The thought immediately filled me with excitement, and I dared not breathe, my ears perked up, eager to hear Brother Niu's adventures as a salted pig.

"When I showed my identity, I stunned that girl in the green dress. Looks like she really loves movies."

"Oh, right, right, Brother Niu is the director, no wonder we didn't even get a chance to sit down!"

"Yeah, as soon as I went over, I said I was the director, and then that girl in the green dress's eyes lit up. After a few coy moments, she let me sit down. Then everything went smoothly, you all saw it, and then my hand pulled her skirt up to her thigh, and my hand went inside..."

"Really went inside?"

"Got it! When I did, I realized I was the one who was stunned. Turns out, this girl wasn't even wearing underwear under her skirt! I've seen my share of big scenes, but this almost made my nose bleed! Then, my hand kept going inwards..."

"Where did you touch? Did you touch her pussy?"

"Almost, but I touched her pubic hair. I bet this girl's desire is really strong! That pubic hair, damn, it's so thick. For such a pure and beautiful woman to have such thick pubic hair, damn, if I could fuck her, I'd die from exhaustion!"

"Brother Niu, I think you might be too hasty. You went all out right away; no wonder she was scared. Is that why she rejected you?"

"With women here, you have to be quick. You don't think they're playing games with your feelings or having a relationship. The key is to make her quickly feel the pleasure and excitement of being humiliated. When I touched her, she was initially hesitant, but by the second and third touches, her body was already sending signals of acceptance."

"So why didn't you end up doing it?"

"Sigh! How should I know? I thought it was a sure thing, but when I was about to tear open the sugar packet in her coffee to add sugar, she actually rejected me! What a pity!"

Brother Niu was talking about tearing open the sugar packet. If his wife had agreed to that, he could have taken her out for sex that night. That was their agreed-upon procedure.

Holy crap, this fucking can make my dick hard, masturbation can make my dick hard, so this is what it means to listen to a bunch of strange perverts talk about how to hook up with wives and still get my dick hard!

Right now, I admit, I'm shamefully, excitedly, and a little sadly, hard again!

As of tonight, I don't know if this guy with the bushy beard surnamed Niu is more regretful, or if I am. This Niu guy looks like a seasoned womanizer; if only my wife could have been with him tonight… Holy crap!

I texted Zeng Daxia again: "What's going on now? Didn't that bearded guy almost win her over?"

A moment later, Zeng Daxia replied: "How should I know? Ask your wife! I saw that bearded guy touching her, and Ning Hui's face turned red. I thought she was done for, but she still rejected him. Looks like she can't get over her mental block."

"What do you do now? What about you?"

"What can I do? Am I supposed to find another guy and leave your wife here to play with you?"

Play with me? Damn, that reminds me. I can't just watch tonight end like this. Then an idea came to me. I stood up and walked over to the guys who were still enthusiastically discussing my wife.

"Hey buddy, sorry, I overheard your conversation. It got me all fired up too. I want to give it a try. You know that girl in the green dress, right? If I manage to get her, can I take the thousand bucks?"

"Sure! No problem!"

This guy gave me a surprised look at first, then answered decisively. The others around me looked at me suspiciously, as if to say, "I know, you should take a good look at yourself."

“Wait a minute,”

Brother Niu continued, “If she goes with you later, how will we know if you’ve slept with her?”

“No problem,”

I said calmly, “I can give you a live broadcast. If I’ve got her, I’ll give you a signal first. You have one of your guys go to the bathroom and hold the spot, don’t let anyone in. You know where those two-compartment bathrooms at Night Love are? Once no one’s around, give me a signal from here, and then I’ll bring her over and do it. You can listen in the next cubicle, but not too many people, just two. And don’t make a sound while listening! Don’t let the girl hear there are other people around! As for the rest, I can record some audio on my phone for you to hear.”

Brother Niu looked at me and smiled, “Okay!”

Then, I calmly walked towards Ning Hui and Zeng Meimei.

When I appeared before the two beauties who had caused quite a stir that night, Zeng Meimei was alright, but my wife's mouth dropped open in a wide "O": "Husband..."

Seeing that Ning Hui was about to call me "husband," I quickly spoke up, lowering my voice, "Wife, don't say anything, don't look surprised, just listen."

Then I told them the whole story.

"No, no,"

Ning Hui said again, "Are you crazy? You can do it here... here?"

"Of course you can, honey, lots of couples who have made it happen in the bathroom here, it's so exciting. Considering it's a thousand dollars, and it's with your husband anyway, what are you afraid of?"

Zeng Meimei chimed in, getting excited.

"Hehe, but when we're making love later, don't treat me like your husband, okay? I'm Kawabata Juro now, Kawabata Yasunari's distant cousin. Honey, you'll have to act like a woman cheating on her husband. I need to record it on my phone for them to hear in order to get the money. If you get caught, everything's ruined. Okay, wife, cooperate, okay? 1000 yuan! We'll use this 1000 yuan for supper."

I said, then sat down, and without waiting for Ning Hui to be coy, hahaha, here, why be coy with a woman? Force yourself on her is the way to go. Then I sent Brother Niu a "done" gesture.

A little while later, Brother Niu also sent me a "bathroom done" gesture.

So I practically dragged Ning Hui towards the agreed-upon bathroom. Along the way, I put my arm around Ning Hui's small waist and deliberately acted very intimately, saying with a wicked grin, "How was it, honey? It felt really exciting not wearing underwear, didn't it? I just heard Brother Beard say..."

"He...he said what?"

Ning Hui immediately turned pale and quickly asked me,

"Hehe! He said he even put his hand under you and touched...touched your pubic hair, huh? Baby, isn't it exciting to be touched by a stranger?"

I whispered in Ning Hui's ear, "You...you men...how can you be so bad!"

Ning Hui didn't expect her husband to suddenly do this, and she was momentarily flustered, not knowing how to answer. Her face flushed red to her ears, making her look like a beautiful woman startled.

"Hehe, anyway, your husband is really excited. You'd better cooperate later, darling. When we're doing it, your husband has to swear a lot, like a stranger. You have to cooperate and act as wild as possible! And when you say 'I,' don't say 'I,' say 'I' (meaning 'other people'), okay? That'll create a stronger atmosphere and be more alluring, baby. Let them know that there are successful examples of losers winning over goddesses in this world, give them some inspirational lessons."

"Pervert!"

Ning Hui called me a pervert, but under Ning's persistent persuasion, her body gradually relaxed, and soon she nestled in his arms as they went to the bathroom.

Because these bathrooms almost also served as a place for the men and women who had sex, the club's management paid great attention to hygiene. For example, the bathroom Ning Hui and I went to looked quite clean; it had been sprayed with air freshener and didn't have any strange chemical smells, which helped Ning Hui quickly get into the mood for sex.

Next, I carefully placed my phone, recording on, on the toilet seat. Then I took off the prop glasses that had made my nose sore from wearing them all night and put them in my pocket. But I didn't dare move my mustache, afraid that the two lecherous wolves next to me, who were supposed to be listening to the live broadcast, might peek through the

door crack or over my head, and my act would be ruined. Then I hugged my wife—no, in my eyes, she was the green-skirted goddess whom all the wolves admired but couldn't get close to—and with my mustache still on, I opened my mouth and pressed it against Ning Hui's lips, using my tongue to pry open her mouth. My drooling tongue slipped into her sweet, warm mouth…

“Mmm, my mustache is scratching me… mmm, it's so itchy!”

my wife whimpered, her mouth full of my tongue.

Hahaha, she changed “I” to “her” now. My wife got into the mood pretty quickly. Looks like the magic of a thousand dollars is quite something!

Since my wife was wearing a dress today, I couldn't very well strip her naked and do it here, so I had to slip my hand inside the opening at the chest of her dress and start kneading her breasts. "Damn, girl, your boobs are so firm and perky, have they been rubbed by a lot of men?"

"Mmm, just other people's husbands... my husbands have rubbed them..."

My wife started to pant, her body going limp.

"Ah? You're so young and already have a husband, damn, so horny!"

I held my breath, enunciating the word "horny" clearly, and then used that sound as a starting gun, directing me to squeeze hard on Ning Hui's two tender nipples...

"Ah,"

my wife closed her eyes and let out a heavy moan!

"Does it feel good?"

"Mmm, it feels good."

"Wow, your nipples got hard so quickly, do you usually get this fast with your husband?"

"Mmm, oh no, no... not that fast..."

my wife moaned, and at this point I couldn't tell if she was still lying or if she was really aroused.

"You're so sexy, girl, you're already this quick with some guy outside!"

"Oh!" My wife let out

another soft moan! Seeing my wife's increasingly aroused state, I myself was also losing control. I released my hand from kneading my wife's nipples and reached down to lift the hem of her skirt to her waist—holy crap, the next visual effect stunned me! As her green skirt billowed and swirled, my wife's snow-white buttocks, completely naked without any underwear, assaulted my vision. I was stunned for a moment before I came to my senses, my voice distorted: "Wow, girl, you're not even wearing underwear?"

"Mmm..."

Ning Hui murmured, it was hard to tell if it was an answer or a moan.

"Looking at how pretty and innocent you are, you don't even wear underwear when you go out for a one-night stand, are you trying to seduce men to death? Does your husband know you go out without underwear to seduce men?"

Then I lightly slapped my wife's butt.

"N-no... I don't know."

"Damn, I can't stand you, you little vixen."

Saying that, I reached down along the crevice between my buttocks to my wife's vulva. "Wow, it's so wet! I haven't even started fucking you yet and you're already this wet? Tell me, how horny are you, girl!"

This wasn't just something I was saying to the people around me; my wife's vulva was really soaking wet!

"Mmm, you're... you're doing this to my breasts, I... I can't take it anymore!"

"Hehe, I bet it was that bearded guy who made it wet, right? I saw you and that bearded guy being so affectionate! He even put his hand inside your vulva, didn't he?"

"Ah!"

My wife let out another soft moan! "No... no, no!"

"I can't stand you, you little vixen, come turn around and lick my cock! My cock is rock hard!"

"Mmm, no."

This time, my wife was deliberately teasing me.

"Lick!"

I said, bringing my hard cock to my wife, who had already turned around and was squatting beneath me. She opened her mouth and took most of it in.

"Wow, so good, your little mouth looks so tempting licking my cock." "Mmm," my wife whimpered as she sucked.

"Do you usually lick your husband's cock?"

"Mmm...no..."

"Huh? You've never licked your husband's cock, but you're going to lick other men's? Damn, girl, you're really horny!"

As I spoke, I was momentarily confused. My wife had never licked a man's cock before, so whose cock was she holding in her mouth?

I held Ning Hui's hair with both hands. Although my words were harsh, my actions were actually very gentle. I didn't push my cock too deep into my wife's mouth, afraid she'd choke. This kind of tenderness and protectiveness towards my wife is an instinctive act only a husband like Ning Hui would have.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore, girl, lie down, hands on the toilet seat, ass up, I want to fuck you now!"

"Mmm, be gentle, brother, my pussy...it's so tender."

My wife spat out my penis, stood up with her back to me, her buttocks high in the air, and didn't forget to say that. I guess the two guys next to her were already in a state of panic.

Actually, I was still a little worried. I was afraid that if it went on for too long, the two guys next to us might lose control and cause some trouble, which wouldn't be fun.

On the other hand, it was precisely in this worried and fearful environment that the lovemaking in this strange environment felt so exciting and fascinating.

Even from behind, my wife's lower body was already overflowing with water, showing that she was just as aroused as I was. In such a public place, with strangers eavesdropping, it was honestly a first for both of us—actually, the thousand yuan was just a pretext; letting my wife experience this unfamiliar public environment and the intense role-playing was Ning Da's real purpose in cuckolding her.

As for why he was willing to take such a risk, only he knows.

I thrust my penis into my wife's vagina through her buttocks. I preferred to believe it was just psychological, but my wife's vagina was unusually wet and slippery today.

Hahaha, the verbal abuse had to continue: "Wow, your pussy is so tight and hot! Does it feel good to have my penis fucking you?"

"Mmm, it feels so good to have my penis fucking you..."

My wife's two snowy buttocks swayed and trembled back and forth with my thrusting movements.

"Is your brother's penis bigger, or your husband's?"

"Mmm...brother's..."

"Does it feel better when your brother fucks you, or when your husband fucks you?"

I gradually increased the speed of my thrusting. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was unusually loud in the small space of the bathroom.

"Brother...brother's fucking...is...more...more...comfortable...ahhh!"

Although I could tell she was trying to suppress the volume, my wife's moans began to grow louder, and her voice could no longer connect.

"So many women get fucked by men outside, it's so exciting, right? You come out looking for men just to experience being fucked by a big cock, to experience that kind of excitement with other men, right?"

"Ah oh," my wife then let out another heavy moan, "Mmm, ah ah, yes...yes..."

At this point, I really couldn't tell if my wife was in the play or not, but I clearly heard her answer, she said yes...

Suddenly, my wife's buttocks thrust towards me, her mouth panting as she murmured, "Brother, hurry...brother, hurry...I...I'm...coming..."

Actually, I wasn't holding back my ejaculation; my thousands of offspring had already shot to Java. So I switched to a crazy, high-speed thrusting mode, launching my final sprint.

"Ahhh... Awooo... Coming... Coming—"

My wife's hands gripped the toilet seat tightly, her buttocks pressed against my body like a millstone, her body contorted in an extremely erotic pose, accompanied by cries of "coming," as she and her husband finally reached the peak of this atypical lovemaking...

"Awooo—"

Then, in the midst of the daze, I heard a strange cry suddenly coming from beside me—damn, I immediately realized that one of the lecherous wolves had finally lost control and ejaculated under my wife's moans.

"Huh? Why are there people next to us?"

At this moment, Ning Hui instinctively pulled away from my body, lowered her skirt, and looked at me with a pale face, asking.

"Hahaha, don't be afraid, those are some of Brother Beard's friends next to us, they insisted on listening to the live broadcast," I winked at Ning Hui.

Ning Hui understood and quickly agreed, "Brother, you're so bad, betraying me!"

She then threw herself into my arms, giving me a charming smile, pinched my arm, and whispered in my ear, "You really are so bad!"

After quickly getting ready in the bathroom, I told Ning Hui to contact Zeng Meimei and have the car wait for me outside. I was going to Brother Xiong Niu's place to collect the money. When I

saw Brother Niu, I took out my phone, turned down the volume, and played the video of my wife's orgasm for him. I confirmed this with two people who had listened to the live stream. Then, amidst the envious and disbelieving gazes of everyone around me, I received the thousand silver dollars from Brother Niu.

Then, with an air of elegance, he tossed out, "See you later,"

and turned to leave—damn it, the moment I turned around, my mustache practically fell off my face, thankfully I caught it before it hit the ground…

The next day, Ning Hui went to work, and soon after, she sent a text: "Honey, the company didn't approve my resignation."

Before I could even process what was happening, Luo Xiaoyan's text came: "Brother Nan, I'm sorry, I was going to bring you the watch today, but I'm already out of town. I have to rush to a performance at noon, it was added at the last minute, and I took an early flight this morning, so I probably won't be able to get the watch for you for another couple of days. Does your wife know your watch is still out there?"

Xiaoyan, what do you think? That was a gift from my wife, how could she not know?

Now, Ning Hui was truly dumbfounded. She really was out of town for a performance, and he couldn't get the watch today. How was he going to explain this to his wife? Chapter 69,

May 31: The Trip to K City While coincidences are inevitable, I'm not a storyteller. It seems like Little Swallow hasn't performed out of town in ages, so why is she suddenly on the road today? Well, looks like I'll have to kneel on the keyboard tonight. I just pray to heaven and earth, that the Bodhisattva will grant my wife a wish and make her forget about this. Amen. That evening, Ning Hui came home from work on time, looking preoccupied. She really didn't seem to have the time to think about that watch. I quickly asked her about the resignation: "What's wrong, honey? Why won't the company let you resign? Don't you know the Constitution of the People's Republic of China protects citizens' right to resign?" "Sigh," Ning Hui sighed softly, "The company said they're too busy right now and want me to take it easy. They also said…" Ning Hui paused, hesitant to continue. "They also said my wife is a talent, and the company can't bear to lose her, right?" I said casually, mainly to lighten the mood and make my wife laugh. "How did you know?" Unexpectedly, Ning Hui blinked her eyes, a look of surprise flashing across her face as she looked at me. Holy crap! It turns out my casual remark actually hit the nail on the head. I quickly chuckled, "Hehe, who am I? You could guess! Besides, my wife is a real talent, a pillar of any company. Oh, who...who said that? So your company has such a good person?" Now Ning Hui was in high spirits, her words flowing like a train on a high-speed train, accelerating like she was really going 250 km/h. "Mr...Mr. Wang." Ning Hui's eyelids drooped, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. Her expression seemed somewhat unnatural, as if casually, yet deliberately, uttering the syllable "Mr. Wang," which she hadn't heard in so long at the Ning mansion. Then, as if the couple had choked on their steamed buns, they remained silent for a long while, unable to continue the conversation. Time seemed to pause in the air above the Ning mansion... "Oh, Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang is a good person, isn't he?" After a while, Ning the cook managed a complicated smile and muttered something that seemed unintelligible. A hint of panic, barely noticeable under a microscope, flashed across Ning Hui's face. She quickly came over and leaned on my shoulder. "Honey, what delicious food did you make for dinner? I'm hungry."

All night, I tried to make my wife laugh. Ning Hui's brows were more relaxed than when she came in earlier. Even so, besides her thoughts revolving around whether or not she should quit her job, Ning, the cook, also had his own little scheme. He was constantly worried that his wife might suddenly ask a seductive question: "Where's the watch?"...

Thankfully, nothing went wrong until it was time to go to bed. I quickly coaxed my wife, saying that she had been too tired these past few days and should rest early. Ning Hui seemed to have really forgotten about it. She obediently finished washing up, and as usual, she was completely naked except for a lace nightgown before getting into bed. Because of her unwavering habit of sleeping naked, she could easily slip the nightgown off and quickly fall asleep.

A surge of joy welled up inside me. If my wife was asleep, the alarm bells for tonight would be off. Even if Little Swallow wasn't sure if she'd be back tomorrow, one night's rest was one night's rest, and let Keyboard Guy get a good night's sleep too.

Before my elation could even subside, I saw my wife sitting on the bed, refusing to lie down. Suddenly, as if remembering something, her eyes brightened, and she called out to me, "Honey, can't sleep? How about watching Guo Degang's crosstalk?"

Oh my god! My wife has been obsessed with that fat guy Guo Degang—no, I mean, she's been obsessed with his crosstalk for quite some time now. She watches a couple of segments before bed every night. I don't know if she's using Guo Degang to wake her up or as a sleeping pill.

Okay, let's watch Guo Degang then. I quickly opened my laptop, held it in front of my wife, connected to Wi-Fi, found Guo Degang's video, and started watching.

"Honey, come to bed, I want you to watch with me,"

Ning Hui said, adding a touch of coquettishness.

"Okay, okay, honey, I'll watch Guo Degang's antics with you. As long as you don't mention the watch thing, everything's fine."

So, I quickly washed up, put on my underwear, and went to bed to snuggle up to Ning Hui. Ning Hui had long since made it a habit to snuggle into my arms in bed, so this time she naturally lay down in my arms like a jade-like body, letting me hold her. This embrace made me feel the usual comfort of her fragrant body, and I realized that happiness is simply holding my clean, naked wife while watching Guo Degang's crosstalk...

"The bright moonlight shines before my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, my name is Guo Degang..."

In the video, Guo Degang was wearing a mandarin jacket, sporting a shiny bald head, with Yu Qian standing next to him, shaking his head and starting to bluff.

"Hmph..."

Ning Hui breathed softly, her face beaming with a smile for Guo Degang.

"Hehe, Fatty Guo is really fun to play with."

I quickly chimed in to my wife, but with such a delicate body in my arms, it wouldn't be mere Ning the lecherous husband if I didn't play a little trick. Besides... last night, after our night out, the three of us, including Zeng the Hero, used the thousand dollars we won from Brother Niu to go out for a late-night snack. By the time we got home, it was already late, so we went straight to sleep. Speaking of which, I haven't had a debriefing session with my wife yet, to have her report on what Brother Niu's groping hands were all about.

As I spoke, Ning the lecherous husband's little hand lifted the hem of her thin, leaf-like pajamas, touched Ning Hui's thigh, and then wandered along the inner thigh towards her groin.

"Mmm,"

Ning Hui let out a soft moan, her legs instinctively clamping my fingers between them...

The moment my fingers touched the smooth, warm skin between my wife's thighs, a montage flashed through my mind—at this moment, Ning Mansion wasn't Ning Mansion, it was Ye Ai; at this moment, I wasn't me, I was Brother Niu.

Hehe, my hand naturally wasn't my hand, it was Brother Niu's hand! Last night, did Brother Niu's hand so openly touch my wife's thighs, which weren't covered by underwear? How did he touch them? Was it very forceful, making her rub them hard? Did he pinch them? My wife... what kind of alluring reaction did she have then?

Damn, this montage struck me like an electric shock, leaving me completely limp, only my penis standing erect!

“Hehe, wife, last night,”

Ning Zhufu said with a lewd grin, leaning close to Ning Hui’s ear, “last night at Night Love, where did that bearded guy’s hand touch? Was it like this?”

As he spoke, he placed his hand on his wife’s thigh, about a hand’s width away from the crotch, and vigorously rubbed it… Meanwhile,

Guo Pangzi continued his charade: “Listening to crosstalk shows you’re patriotic. There’s a kid in our neighborhood who speaks seven or eight foreign languages, like English, Japanese, Korean, South Slavic, North Slavic, West Slavic…

He could sit with the Eight-Nation Alliance and curse them out without a problem! Tell him to go listen to crosstalk.” “No! I don’t understand!” …If the law didn’t care, I would have killed him long ago! He speaks seven or eight foreign languages but doesn’t understand crosstalk…”

“Hehehe,”

Ning Hui seemed to ignore my hand and actually laughed heartily at Guo Pangzi’s joke.

"Wife!"

Seeing that Ning Hui was ignoring me, I raised my voice, filled with rage towards Fatty Guo, and pinched my wife's thigh hard.

Ning Hui frowned, turned to look at me, and let out a soft, almost gasping, "Why did you pinch me, husband?"

"Hehe, wife,"

I quickly smiled back, "Did Brother Niu's hand touch my leg here last night?"

"What are you talking about? No, I didn't let him touch me!"

Then Ning Hui turned her head and giggled again, having been tricked by Fatty Guo, without even looking at me!

Damn it, if you're going to mess with me, it's not Fatty Guo. I'll make you disappear from my sight right now. "Fine, you won't confess,"

I said, leaning forward as if to turn off the video.

"Okay, okay, wife will confess, wife will confess!"

Ning Hui's smile hadn't faded as she quickly grabbed my hand to stop me.

So I reached my hand between Ning Hui's thighs again, placing it about a hand's width away from her vulva. "You touched it here?"

"Oh, let me think,"

Ning Hui pretended to think, keeping me in suspense before smiling seductively, "Hmm, I think I touched it there."

"Girl, you're getting more and more slutty!"

I mimicked my tone from last night, "Didn't you even flirt a little? As a decent woman, you should refuse first, show some inner struggle, right?"

"Who said I didn't flirt or struggle?"

Ning Hui rolled her eyes at me, and then Guo Pangzi's joke conveniently popped in again, making Ning Hui giggle again.

"So, how did you flirt?"

I asked, holding my breath.

"Slap!"

Unexpectedly, Ning Hui reached out and slapped my hand hard!

"You, you really slapped him?"

"Yes!"

Ning Hui continued to ignore me, smiling at her Guo Pangzi as she answered me.

Damn, the difference between a decent woman and a slut is just a matter of whether or not there's a slap! "But he kept touching her?"

"Yeah, he kept touching her."

"You scoundrel, nine out of ten burly men are sluts!"

I cursed inwardly, then placed my hand between my wife's legs, about half a palm's width from her vulva. "You touched it, right here?"

"Yes,"

Ning Hui nodded.

"Right here?"

I placed my hand about three fingers' width away from her vulva.

"Yes," Ning Hui nodded.

Two fingers' width apart…

“Hmm,”

Ning Hui nodded…

One finger's width apart…

“Hmm,”

Ning Hui actually nodded again…

“Wow, girl, you're so sexy, his hand was almost touching your pussy if it went any closer…”

“I can't help it, honey, the bearded brother is strong.”

After saying that, another burst of carefree giggles came…

Damn it, it seems Brother Niu really wasn't bragging, last night his wife's pubic hair was definitely touched by him—this made my little heart immediately turn into a sour pickled vegetable, but my dick was still standing there like a red radish.

Finally, I touched the pubic hair between Ning Hui's legs that I love like my own life, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, “So, you've touched it here?”

“Oh, honey, I'm thirsty.”

Ning Hui suddenly called out sweetly.

I quickly got up and went to the living room to pour Ning Hui some water, but the water dispenser was out of water, so I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water.

He twisted the lid open, handed it to his wife, and then leaned back against Ning Hui, placing his hand on her pubic hair. "Wife, is it true? Did he really touch your pubic hair?"

At this moment, Ning Hui took a sip of her mineral water, but unexpectedly, Fatty Guo's charade came right at this point: "Buy a bottle of mineral water, take a sip and curse—it's fake!"

"How is it fake? It's diluted!"

Then, "Pfft!"

Ning Hui spat out most of the water she hadn't swallowed, and then laughed so hard that she fell onto me, groaning and giggling for a long time before she could straighten up.

Well, there was a large wet stain on the bed sheet from the mineral water my wife had sprayed out. I quickly got up again to get a towel...

After I tidied up and made the bed, Ning Hui, with tears still glistening in her eyes from laughing, asked me, "Honey, did you dilute this mineral water?"

Well, Fatty Guo... you win...

I could only silently chant various curses starting with "Fatty Guo" until my wife had finished laughing, and Fatty Guo had also finished cajoling her and she said she wanted to go to sleep. Only then did I move the computer away, pull my wife into my arms, and reach under her again to cover her pubic hair: "Hehe, keep rubbing, honey, did he touch your pubic hair?"

"Mmm—"

Ning Hui let out a sweet, soft moan, reaching out as if to lovingly take my hand for a tender moment. But this pull, inadvertently, brushed against my empty wrist…

Then, a voice, that soul-stirring question Ning, the cook, least wanted to hear tonight, echoed eerily in the Ning mansion: "Oh, husband, where's the watch? Didn't you say you'd pick it up in a couple of days? Where's the watch?" "I

…I haven't gotten it yet…"

Ning felt a jolt in his penis, a cold sweat instantly breaking out on his back.

Guo Pangzi, help… Ning was now in despair—why bother asking why the bearded man was touching her hair? He'd rather have listened to Guo Pangzi's ramblings; maybe he'd even fool his wife into forgetting about it!

Then, Ning Hui pouted and turned away, breaking the rule of sleeping naked. Not a single hair on her body was touched by Ning, and she fell asleep on her own. Even though Ning Zhufu actually pulled the keyboard down, Ning Hui didn't even glance at it...

Ning Zhufu knew that his wife was truly angry this time; it seemed like she had never been this angry since they started dating...

The next day, Ning Hui still went to work with a grudge, skipping even the usual goodbye kiss before leaving the Ning mansion, which was a given.

Ning Zhufu now truly felt that the situation was serious!

I quickly dialed Luo Xiaoyan's number, but to my surprise, Luo Xiaoyan told me that she couldn't come back today, and it was uncertain even for tomorrow, saying that the performance company had taken on a performance assignment in another city at the last minute.

What to do? Wait to die?

My mind suddenly clicked, and I quickly opened my computer to check the flights to K City, where Xiaoyanzi was performing! It was

a little after 8 o'clock now, and there was a flight at 10 o'clock, which would only take an hour or so to reach K City, so I should be able to get there by noon. The last flight back was at 9 o'clock at night, so I would get home around 11 or 12 o'clock.

I didn't want to experience that tragic situation again tonight, with my wife beside me but me soundly asleep. Well, now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to play the "Thousand-Mile Watch Retrieval" card!

Then, Ning, the stay-at-home husband, chuckled to himself at his cunning plan—he could retrieve the watch to impress his wife,

and also, well, you know… No sooner said than done, waiting to die isn't in my nature, and besides, offending my wife is no laughing matter. I quickly called the newspaper office to book round-trip tickets to K City for both flights.

Then, without even carrying a single piece of luggage, I hailed a taxi and sped towards the airport. On the way, I sent Ning Hui a text message: "Honey, the newspaper is going to the districts and counties for publicity today, so we might be back late. Don't be angry, honey."

A little while later, Ning Hui replied with a very concise text: "Oh."

The flight to K City went exceptionally smoothly, taking off under a bright, clear sky. The flight attendants I saw on the plane were quite pretty, which gave me a good look and eased my anxious mood a little.

As soon as I got off the plane, I took a taxi straight to the city center and called Luo Xiaoyan in the car.

"Brother Nan, I'm so sorry, don't..."

Luo Xiaoyan answered the phone with a wave of apology.

"It's okay. If I told you that I'm in K City right now..."

"Huh?"

Luo Xiaoyan was stunned on the phone, and it took her a while to recover: "You...you're really in K City? Where are you?"

Luckily, Luo Xiaoyan told me that she didn't have a performance until the evening, so she was free this afternoon. You could hear the sheer joy in Xiaoyan's voice on the phone; it would fill an entire train car!

I'm quite careful to keep a low profile—when it comes to having an affair, discretion is key, haha—so I found a budget hotel on the outskirts of the city center, booked a room, and called Luo Xiaoyan. After I checked in and took a shower, I heard a knock on the door a little while later…

Hahaha, Ning the cook is so smug now. Usually, I'm the one knocking on other people's apartment doors, but now it's Xiaoyan

's turn to knock on my door, haha. As soon as the door opened, Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with a slightly disbelieving expression, then, recognizing the person in front of her as her beloved Nan-gege, she immediately threw herself into my arms. Then, I tilted my head back, and before I could even close the door properly, Xiaoyan and I were biting our lips and passionately kissing.

The heat of the kiss made the air conditioning in the room almost unbearable. Ning the cook didn't stop until Xiaoyan started panting softly and her clothes were lightly sweating, letting us both breathe a sigh of relief.

"Brother Nan...you...how did you get to K City?"

Although Luo Xiaoyan seemed a bit awkward, she still deliberately leaned down and nestled in my arms, her extremely feminine posture making her incredibly endearing.

Only then did I get a good look at the rising star, Xiaoyan, before me—even though there was a faint dark shadow around her eyes—whether it was from lack of rest or makeup for a performance, I didn't know—Luo Xiaoyan's bright eyes looked exceptionally clear amidst the shadow, adding a mysterious and captivating radiance.

The shoulder blades of a slender woman are always a captivating sight. Luo Xiaoyan's neck and the flowing lines below it, accompanied by the subtle ripples of her bones, beautifully illustrated a woman's graceful, shy, and alluring sensuality.

Watching Luo Xiaoyan's shoulders subtly move as she spoke, I was struck by the unique and captivating beauty a woman could possess. A sudden, heartfelt smile escaped my lips: "Hehe, I missed you."

I didn't want to lie to Xiaoyan; coming to get the watch was true, but missing her was equally genuine. Especially seeing Luo Xiaoyan's well-proportioned, gently moving shoulder blades, like a fragrant flower smiling at me, I truly felt that this impulsive trip to retrieve the watch was more than worthwhile, despite the distance.

As I spoke, I barely needed to lower my head, just a slight tilt of my head, to gently kiss Luo Xiaoyan's shoulder blade…

“Mmm—”

Luo Xiaoyan sighed softly, “I’m so happy, I’ve missed you too!”

Then, Luo Xiaoyan parted her lips again, pressing them tightly against mine, our tongues entwined passionately, our hearts pressed together in a kiss.

If the kiss before was merely a longing kiss, this one now held the desire and passion released from that longing. I greedily bit and sucked at Luo Xiaoyan’s perfectly shaped lips and her still-fragrant saliva, like a young girl’s. Luo Xiaoyan responded passionately, but unlike before, her kiss now possessed not only a more mature physical quality, but also a burning, ignited desire deep within her heart.

That desire, to put it in a more poetic way, was almost the rebirth a girl must undergo to become a woman!

A moment later, amidst Luo Xiaoyan's soft moans and gasps, her brother Nan stripped her naked. The natural skeletal beauty brought by her height added a touch of noble elegance to Luo Xiaoyan's sensual body. This physical length and slenderness of a woman's body often evokes an irresistible, almost animalistic, desire for conquest in men.

Even now, I admit that sowing and cultivating my passion and desire on such a noble and beautiful body gave me a somewhat vain sense of conquest. However, when I once again parted the naked Xiaoyan's long, slender legs, a perfect blend of bone and flesh, and buried my face deeply in that honeyed field of velvety grass and blooming petals, I admit that it was I who was conquered… What

conquered me was the unique girlish sentiment and sweet fragrance of that honeyed field, the budding beauty of a daisy, a fleeting moment of anticipation and tenderness that tugged at the heartstrings. That irresistible, all-consuming, and ethereal beauty of a woman, so pure and beautiful that it seemed to melt away any man's steely nerves and will, lay between reality and fantasy.

In that instant, as the luscious petals between Xiao Yanzi's legs opened before my eyes, overflowing with moisture, in the boundless exhilaration, I felt a pang of tenderness deep within me—the kind of tenderness Zhang Ailing spoke of, the kind that comes from understanding.

Today, I possessed all of this again. When I could connect the pure heart of this kind and beautiful girl before me with the vibrant, beautiful body bestowed by nature—I could no longer distinguish between dream and reality. I didn't know who I should thank: Xiao Yanzi, or my dear wife…

When the brief daze subsided, and I opened my mouth and licked Xiao Yanzi's dew-kissed petals, a shy, trembling sensation still emanated from her legs. But soon, this shyness transformed into soft, swallow-like moans.

Luo Xiaoyan had already learned to express her desires with her body. Besides feeling her legs clamping around me, I could also sense the strength and anticipation within that tight grip.

"Does it feel good, darling?"

"Mmm, so beautiful..."

Luo Xiaoyan responded breathlessly, her legs trembling incessantly.

My tongue darted around, covering everything I could fit in my mouth. I felt Xiao Yan's clitoris rhythmically pulsating in my mouth. I reached out and gripped Luo Xiao Yan's firm, upturned buttocks tightly, so that the deepest part of her legs could be firmly connected to my lips and tongue...

"Wait,"

Luo Xiao Yan suddenly cried out as if waking from a dream. Her phone, which was placed beside the bed, had rung. "I... I need to take this call."

I quickly stopped licking. After Luo Xiao Yan picked up the phone and calmed herself down, she said into the phone, "Hello, Brother Sheng... um... I understand... you can decide on this..."

Suddenly, my mind went blank. How could I let such a sensual and exciting scene slip by? As I spoke, I opened my mouth again, spread my hands, and deliberately took Luo Xiao Yan's already red, wet, and sticky clitoris into my mouth, licking it up and down with my tongue.

Luo Xiaoyan hadn't expected her Nan-gege to be so wicked. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, her body arched in shock. Instinctively, she covered the phone's receiver with her other hand, her lips parted wide, and she let out a deep breath, afraid to make a sound.

Once Luo Xiaoyan had endured the wave of pleasure, she gestured for me to stop—this time, Ning Zhufu, that old rogue, finally got what he deserved from Xiaoyan—Ning Zhufu completely ignored Xiaoyan's instructions, focusing instead on licking her little sister in increasingly enthusiastic ways…

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, Brother Sheng was still chattering away. Luo Xiaoyan could only tightly clamp my legs around him, removing her hand from the receiver and replying, "Mmm…okay, Brother Sheng…mmm…I…I'll be there on time after the performance tonight…"

But her words were punctuated by more breathless, muffled "mmm" sounds—Ning Zhufu, of course, knew why. As soon as I hung up the phone, I heard

a long, soft sigh escape Luo Xiaoyan's lips. She gripped my hair tightly with both hands and clamped my face between her legs. Then I felt a warm, moist sensation in my mouth, a warmth as rich and lingering as the soft sigh that had been wafting through the air.

Then I felt Luo Xiaoyan's bud throbbing violently in my mouth, throbbing...

"So beautiful..."

Xiaoyan murmured amidst her violent trembling...

I knew that Luo Xiaoyan had reached her climax in this stimulating and unique way in my mouth—I knew that from Luo Xiaoyan's body's reaction, it was the inhibition brought about by that Brother Sheng's phone call that suddenly aroused the energy that had been gathered in Luo Xiaoyan's body by Ning Zhufu's constant licking. The pleasure of first suppressing and then rising, and the almost unrestrained bursting out, made me forget that it was Xiaoyan's body that was climaxing in my mouth...

After a while, I stood up and climbed on top of Luo Xiaoyan, leaned close to her mouth and took it in, not caring that there was still honey-like fluid sticking to my lips from her earlier climax...

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan gasped again.

"Is it good, darling?"

"Mmm, so beautiful... What if I fall in love with this feeling?"

Luo Xiaoyan said coquettishly between breaths.

"Hehehe,"

Ning Zhufu now knew how to be mischievous. "Hehe, so you've fallen in love with the feeling of making a phone call while someone licks you down there? No wonder your orgasm came so quickly and intensely just now!"

"What? I only said licking...licking down there...I didn't say making a phone call!"

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyan's face turned completely red, exuding an indescribable charm. Then she reached out and lightly punched my shoulder. "You did that on purpose, didn't you? Just now...just now someone almost heard us, you're so naughty!"

"Hehe, it's good to hear that. By the way, who is this Brother Sheng? Did something happen earlier?"

"Yeah, he's my manager. He said he's arranging an event after the performance tonight."

"Wow, our Little Swallow has a manager now! She's a big star now! You'll probably leave your Brother Nan behind someday, won't you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm afraid you'll leave me!"

Luo Xiaoyan gave me a cute and charming smile. A woman's face after an orgasm is always so irresistibly beautiful.

Then, Luo Xiaoyan slowly slid her body down towards me—I knew what Little Swallow was going to do; the emotion welling up inside me was like a burst dam.

Luo Xiaoyan carefully took my penis into her mouth and began to suck on it. Her lips, moving gently against the shaft, conveyed a tender, spring-like allure.

Soon, I felt my whole body being pulled, the iron rod in Little Swallow's warm, wet mouth advancing towards victory.

Oh, I misspoke. I'm going from an iron rod to an iron rod... Luo Xiaoyan seems to be gradually learning to use her tongue to press against the tip and then lick harder while sucking. This is truly a pleasure multiplier that makes me feel stimulated, transmitting pleasure from my penis to my whole body...

It's not that I'm desperately resisting and tightening my sphincter; the explosion in Luo Xiaoyan's mouth seems to be only a matter of a fine line between tightness and looseness.

But I seem to prefer that my explosion explode within Luo Xiaoyan's body—don't criticize my convoluted way of speaking, reaching the peak with a woman's pleasure, that feeling of every cell of body and mind merging together has always been something I'm deeply fascinated by...

Thinking this, I finally gently lifted Luo Xiaoyan's face, which was buried between my legs, and then pulled her body up. Luo Xiaoyan seemed to understand what her Nan-gege was going to do, and prepared to lie down flat, but I used my hand to hold her body, indicating that she should kneel and crawl with her back to me, and then gently bit her earlobe: "Darling, I want to do it in a way that you find more exciting, I want to... penetrate you from behind!"

"Mmm—"

Luo Xiaoyan sighed softly again, then placed her hands on her chest, raising her legs and presenting her buttocks to me, offering me a perfectly rounded, perky, and unobstructed view of her fullness—her beautiful legs were so long that her alluring fullness seemed like a high-class delicacy, so much so that I felt I could only position myself standing to properly penetrate her, to savor that delicious treat…

Just as I stood there, holding my erect penis, finally thrusting it into that incredibly tempting fullness, Luo Xiaoyan's moans followed like a shadow, using the rhythm of my thrusts as a metronome, softly singing along…

And then, Luo Xiaoyan's phone rang again!

"Wait,"

Luo Xiaoyan's voice sounded more urgent and flustered than before, hurriedly turning around to signal me to stop thrusting, "It's…it's his phone." "

He"—in the context between Xiaoyan and me, this undoubtedly had a special meaning—Boss Qiu—I gave a helpless bitter smile to my heart; after all, he was Xiaoyan's benefactor.

“Hi,”

Luo Xiaoyan greeted Boss Qiu so casually, but the meaning behind it was a complex mix of emotions.

“Oh, I called your hotel room earlier, but no one answered.”

Boss Qiu’s voice was clear on the phone, but it held a gentleness I usually heard, a gentleness perhaps reserved only for women.

“Yes, I’m not in my hotel room. I’m…outside right now.”

Even knowing it was Boss Qiu, I didn’t dare to be too presumptuous, but I still didn’t pull my penis out of Luo Xiaoyan’s vagina, only gently undulating it.

Luo Xiaoyan started to wriggle, seemingly wanting me to stop, but I steeled myself and continued to slowly thrust my lower body. With each thrust, I could feel Luo Xiaoyan’s wriggling and welcoming movements, whether from nervousness or a primal reaction, I couldn’t tell.

"Oh, where are you?"

"Um... I'm at a beauty salon outside... getting a face mask, I'll be done in a bit. What do you need?"

Luo Xiaoyan's voice suddenly became tense. This was clearly a lie—she was lying to another man, who was either her lover or someone she was sure was her benefactor, while her lower body was being penetrated by a man. Even someone as pure and kind as Xiaoyan couldn't escape this heartbreaking script of life—how pathetic?

I don't know, because I am the man whose penis is currently inside Xiaoyan's body.

Hearing this, especially noticing the tension in Luo Xiaoyan's body, gave me a strange thrill. So, even slowly, I thrust my penis deep inside her, feeling the inner walls of her body gripping me tightly… Then I noticed Luo

Xiaoyan's hands were tightly covering the phone, her mouth wide open, taking a deep breath just like before, desperately trying to suppress any sound…

“Oh, I just wanted to tell you, don't go to the event Sheng Haoyong arranged after his performance tonight. It's all just boring stuff like drinking with customers. I've already spoken to them, so don't go. Get some rest.”

Boss Qiu's voice came through the phone.

"Um... thank you. I understand."

Luo Xiaoyan's words were very concise, without a single superfluous word, but her voice seemed to be barely suppressing a moan...

"Okay then, take good care of yourself these next few days, bye."

"Okay, I understand, bye."

Finally, Luo Xiaoyan hung up the phone, and as soon as she did, she let out a loud, almost screaming "Ah!" with each thrust of my body!

"Is it good?"

I suddenly increased the frequency of my thrusts, and then seemed to deliberately ask that question.

"Um... ahh..."

Luo Xiaoyan didn't give a yes or no answer, just moaned softly and heavily, her breathing uneven.

"A couple of days ago,"

I suddenly remembered something, and abruptly changed the subject, but the thrusting below didn't stop, "you were with him?"

"Um, yes."

"You two, did it?"

"Um... yes... yes."

Luo Xiaoyan answered very softly, as if she didn't want me to hear.

Then I deliberately stopped thrusting, wanting to see Luo Xiaoyan's reaction—and sure enough, when Luo Xiaoyan saw me suddenly stop, she turned around and looked at me nervously, "You...you're angry?"

I deliberately didn't answer, and Luo Xiaoyan's expression suddenly became somewhat sad and helpless...

Then I pulled my penis out from under Luo Xiaoyan, pulled her body over so she could lie flat, and then I lay on top of her—I was actually preparing to get closer to her heart for the next exchange.

As Luo Xiaoyan watched me do all this, her eyes were still filled with fear, and she murmured, "Are you really...angry?"

After I lay on top of her and finished inserting my still erect penis from top to bottom, and then began to gently kiss her lips, I smiled and said, "I told you before, darling, how could I be angry?"

After saying that, I started to thrust gently again, to give Xiaoyan a message of intimacy.

"Hmm, I thought you were angry. You just scared me."

Luo Xiaoyan said coquettishly.

“But I’d like to know, how have you been… these past few days?”

I admit I was starting to get a little excited.

“Mmm…”

Luo Xiaoyan closed her eyes and shook her head.

"These past few days... how many times have you done it? Tell me, darling."

I wasn't really sure if Luo Xiaoyan had taken Ning Zhufu's perverted drug.

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head first, then hesitated for a while, and suddenly sighed as I thrust faster beneath her, "Ah... three... three times..."

"Oh, darling, were you good with him these past few times? Like before...?"

"Don't... don't ask anymore, okay?"

Luo Xiaoyan's face flushed even redder than before.

"Yes, darling, I want to know."

I persisted, thinking that if we didn't start this mode now, it might never be possible to continue.

"Mmm... ahhhh," Luo Xiaoyan became excited under my intense thrusting again, "The first time we did it, I let him..."

"Let him what?"

My head buzzed, so things were better than I thought?

"I let him... I let him kiss my crotch."

Luo Xiaoyan murmured with her eyes closed.

"Huh? Like when he kissed your genitals?"

"Mmm... He insisted, and I couldn't resist him, so... I let him kiss me."

"Did you have an orgasm when he kissed your genitals?"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head shyly.

"Anything else? Have there been any other changes during these last few times?"

"The second time, I let him... penetrate me from behind."

Luo Xiaoyan's breasts swayed with my thrusts.

"Ah? Darling, isn't that good? Learning to express your desires and enjoyment, what's wrong with that?"

"Mmm..."

Luo Xiaoyan's moans were unclear whether she agreed or disagreed with my statement, but a large part of it was definitely due to the pleasure my thrusting gave her.

"When he penetrated you from behind, did you orgasm?"

"No...no."

Luo Xiaoyan's panting answer made me slightly disappointed, but only for a moment, Luo Xiaoyan's soft moaning rang out again, "However, the third time...the third time we did it, I..."

The context of "I" made me instinctively feel that there was some explosive information, and I couldn't help but get an erection and thrust deeply into Luo Xiaoyan's tight inner walls.

"Ah—"

This soft sigh was undoubtedly Luo Xiaoyan's response to my deep penetration. "I...I came."

"The third time you did it, he made you come, right? Was it from behind?"

"Mmm, from behind, he...he went in so fast, I couldn't help it, so I came...and it came." After

Luo Xiaoyan finished speaking, she let out a long breath as if a huge burden had been lifted. Then, she opened her eyes, which had been closed, and looked at me carefully. Then, she asked timidly, "You...you're really not angry? Do you still love me?"

At this moment, I found that Luo Xiaoyan's eyes shone with a light I had never seen before, as bright as the moon and as clear as water. Then, I gently leaned down, opened my mouth, and kissed Luo Xiaoyan's lips tightly with a soft moan. After a long and deep kiss, I called out softly and gave her an incredibly gentle smile, "Darling, I love you, I still love you, I'm so happy for you!"

"Mmm... I love you too, my darling, now, take me, fuck me!"

Luo Xiaoyan's body beneath me, filled with my erection, began to sway gently.

I knew that some flowers were already quietly blooming in Luo Xiaoyan's body, in her heart that had once suffered alone...

After our passionate encounter, it was almost evening. Luo Xiaoyan quickly packed up to rush to her performance, giving me the watch that seemed to indicate good things had been delayed, assuming I would stay in K City that night, and even inviting me to her performance.

Seeing Luo Xiaoyan's enthusiastic expression, I was speechless for a moment, not daring to say I had to go back immediately.

It wasn't until I was about to go to the airport that I sent Luo Xiaoyan a text message telling her I had to go back now—but Luo Xiaoyan, perhaps busy with her performance, didn't reply with a single word.

While waiting to board at the airport, my thoughts were in turmoil. I didn't know if everything I had done to Luo Xiaoyan was right or wrong, but today's situation clearly made me feel an uncontrollable excitement, and an inexplicable sadness.

A moment later, the sunny weather suddenly turned into a raging storm with thunder and lightning, which startled me. My flight?

Sure enough, the airport announcement then came on, announcing my flight's delay. Just then, I received a text from Ning Hui, "Honey, it's pouring rain at home. When will you be back?"

She's my wife, after all; couples don't hold grudges overnight. I instinctively touched my newly put-on Omega watch and quickly replied, "Yeah, it's pouring rain. I'm still in the district, so I might be back later."

"Okay, be careful, honey."

My wife's text brought me complete peace amidst the stormy airport. Then, Luo Xiaoyan's text arrived: "I understand, you actually came here specifically to pick up the watch."

This text left me stunned for a moment. Just as I was about to pick up my phone to reply, as if I'd rushed over, Boss Qiu's phone rang.

"Mr. Nan, are you free tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something."

"Hmm... okay, but I'm currently out of town. I'll get in touch with you when I get back, okay?"

"Oh,"

Boss Qiu hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone, then his voice became heavier than before, "I know, you're in K City right now, right?"

Huh? My head buzzed—damn it, what's meant to happen will happen. I'd been wanting to confront Boss Qiu all along, and now it seems he's come knocking first. I quickly took a deep breath to calm myself, then tried my best to sound composed as I said, "Yes, I'm in K City now. Don't worry, Boss Qiu, I'll definitely come to find you when I get back."...

The rain outside was pouring down, and the flight had been delayed countless times. Finally, late into the night, the airport announcement came over the loudspeaker that my flight back was canceled due to weather...

The announcement had barely finished when, before I could even recover from the dismay of my travel mishap, Ning Hui's call came in quick succession: "Honey, where are you right now? I just asked your CEO Qiao, and your newspaper doesn't have any promotional activities in any districts or counties today!"

Chapter 70: The True Lie

I thought about the beginning of the story, but I never expected the ending—who said that? I hate you!

I never expected Ning Hui to go to Boss Qiao's place to check on my whereabouts. That old man Qiao is such a bad friend! He couldn't even cover for me! I've beaten you badly at Go before, but this is no reason for him to retaliate like this!

"Wife, I...I..." Ning, the cook, couldn't keep up with the sudden thought, his tongue twisting.

"Tell me, where are you right now?"

Ning Hui's tone on the phone was extremely stern, exactly like when I was a kid and kicked a soccer ball and broke the classroom window, and the teacher was looking for the culprit.

"Wife...I...I'm out of town..."

I stammered, my mind blank.

"Out of town...where?"

Ning Hui's questions were jarring.

"I...I'm in K City, honey, I'm so sorry, please don't be angry, okay? I...I came to pick up the watch."

I stammered, confessing. Despite the continued drizzle outside the airport, all the sweat glands on my forehead were activated, and steam was billowing out.

"Pick up the watch? Ha! You flew all the way to pick up the watch? That plane ticket is enough for half a month's living expenses, you're really generous, aren't you, Ning the stay-at-home husband!"

See? Women can be so unreasonable. If I hadn't gotten the watch back last night, you wouldn't have even spoken to me, letting me sleep soundly all night. Would I have had to go through all this trouble?

"Pick up the watch? Even if you did, did you have to lie to me?"

That wasn't all. What my wife said next was the atomic bomb: "Pick up the watch is just an excuse. I bet you really want to see your Little Swallow, right?"

This is exactly what I feared. I was most afraid of my wife thinking this way, and that's exactly what she thought—Honey, do I really need to? "I really wanted to surprise you! You know, I already have a license to date and have sex with Xiao Yanzi here, why would I need to hide anything from you?

But this woman can be so unreasonable, she can turn one plus one plus one into three! Oh no!

" "I'm sorry, honey, I shouldn't have lied to you, but I really wanted to give you a surprise."

I quickly explained, scratching the sweat from my brow.

"Surprise? Oh, I see. Isn't K City on Earth? So many flights every day, couldn't you have come back today? You can't bear to leave your Xiao Yanzi, can you? Thank you, Ning the cook, thank you for this surprise!"

Damn, the storm outside is nothing compared to the storm raging on my wife's phone!

"I..."

I was just about to report that the flight was canceled when I heard a jolt in my ear—Ning Hui slammed the phone down.

Oh wow, that means I have no chance of leniency after confessing! Honey, are you going to execute me immediately, or show no mercy?

I quickly called back, but Ning Hui hung up.

I called again… and saw Ning Hui looking like she was about to cry. Apparently, Ning Hui had gone all the way and actually powered off the phone.

Now Ning Hui knew his act had backfired…

time to make the best of a situation. All I could do was send a text to my wife, who was probably seething with anger: “I’m so sorry, honey, my flight was canceled due to a sudden downpour. I was at the airport when you called…”

All I could do was pray that she would see the message soon.

The next day, I changed my flight to the earliest one home. Just as I boarded the plane and was about to turn off my phone, a text message arrived. I was overjoyed, thinking my wife had seen it and was going to forgive me. But when I opened it, it was from Luo Xiaoyan: "Brother Nan, I just woke up and saw on the news that there was a heavy rain last night and all the flights were canceled. Why didn't you come to see me last night? Where are you now?"

Little Xiaoyan, how could I dare come to see you? Don't you know there's a tigress at home waiting to whip your brother Nan to pieces?

Seeing the message still warmed my heart, but there was no time to reply. At that moment, the plane was already taxiing on the runway…

As soon as I got off the plane, I called Ning Hui. Thank goodness, her phone was on. But she didn't answer after several calls. Then, after a while, she texted me back, her tone fierce: "Busy at work."

Looks like my wife is still angry. I haven't appeased her yet. Comrade Ning, the stay-at-home husband, still needs to work harder! I quickly texted back, "Honey, I'm home. Can I pick you up from work tonight?"

Ning Hui didn't reply. When it was almost time to leave work in the afternoon, I called her. This time, she answered.

"Honey, are you still angry? I'll come pick you up. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll treat you to make up for it."

"Who cares! I'm driving to my parents' house right now. Okay, okay, I'm driving, I can't talk to you anymore."

"Oh, then I'll come too!"

"No need, you go keep spending time with your little swallow!"

Ning Hui hung up the phone, seemingly angrily.

I then remembered that it was Friday. No wonder my wife left work so early. But I didn't expect Ning Hui to pull this "going to her parents' house" stunt. Women usually have a few tricks up their sleeves when they're being difficult with men, and this "going to her parents' house" was the ultimate weapon—she was clearly putting on airs and asking me to go and invite her.

Looks like it'll take some effort to calm my wife down.

I rushed to the supermarket and bought several bags of supplements from my in-laws, then took a taxi to their house.

When I arrived, the couple and Ning Hui were just about to eat. It seemed Ning Hui had said she was coming home; my mother-in-law had prepared several delicious dishes. Her cooking skills are undeniable; the sight of the vibrant reds and greens on the table made my mouth water.

Ning Hui sat quietly eating, ignoring me completely, while the couple warmly greeted me.

My mother-in-law was surprised to see me: "Hey, Hui'er said you went to K City on a business trip?"

"Oh, Mom, yes, I… I went on a business trip, and I just got off the plane and came straight here,"

I quickly explained with a cheerful smile.

"Ah? This girl, she came back all by herself without even picking you up?"

My mother-in-law said, giving Ning Hui a reproachful glance.

"Doesn't he have legs of his own?"

Ning Hui said, taking a spoonful of soup as if nothing had happened, then giving me a disgruntled look.

"How can you talk like that, Hui'er?"

My father-in-law quickly gestured for me to sit down. "Come on, Xiao Nan is here too. I've been saying it's been so long since anyone's had a drink with me. Let's have a couple of drinks, you and me."

He then went to get the wine—it was a routine to drink with my father-in-law every time I accompanied Ning Hui back to her parents' house.

My husband's reputation with the old couple was impeccable. My mother-in-law had already noticed the signs of a tiff between the young couple and came to comfort me: "Sigh, Xiao Nan, Ning Hui has been spoiled by us since she was little. That's just how stubborn she is. Don't take it to heart."

"Come on, Xiao Nan, drink up. Don't worry about her. Women are all like that; their tempers come and go like a storm. Come on, drink with me!"

My father-in-law filled my glass and handed it to me with a cheerful smile.

Seeing her parents and son-in-law so affectionate, Ning Hui was displeased. She put down her chopsticks, puffed out her cheeks, and stood up angrily, muttering, "Am I even back at my parents' home?"

She glared at me and snorted, "Oh, Ning, my parents are so protective of you, huh? Pretty smug, aren't they?"

Then she turned on the TV and started watching.

After I downed my glass of wine, my mother-in-law leaned over and whispered, "What's wrong? Having a fight?"

From then on, Ning was exhausted. He had to drink with his father, listen to his mother-in-law's (who's practically a volunteer philanthropist for the neighborhood) endless lectures on marital harmony, and all the while trying to read his wife's expressions.

The old man probably hadn't drunk like this in a long time, and no amount of persuasion could dissuade him. He insisted on drinking with me, cup after cup, until the jar of wine he had brewed himself was almost empty. He only stopped after his mother-in-law sternly stopped him.

By this time, I was almost completely drunk—almost every time I came back, my father-in-law would be in high spirits, but I would always be sitting at the dinner table and lying down when I got off.

That night, I naturally rested at my father-in-law's house.

I can't remember exactly how I ended up lying on the bed that Ning Hui had slept on since junior high school, but I vaguely smelled a faint, lingering fragrance of a young girl emanating from my wife's room. The plant on the desk that had accompanied Ning Hui's growth was still lush and green, and in the slightly yellowed old photograph hanging on the wall, a little girl with two braids had two adorable dimples on her face, her eyes were bright, and her smile was innocent—love is destiny, and this little girl has now grown up, married, and become the wife I love and protect with all my heart and soul—even though my wife is pouting and sulking right now, sulking is also a part of life and love.

As long as it's vibrant, and since it was once a part of our married life, whether perfect or flawed, isn't it all a testament to love?

Love sometimes doesn't need perfection to prove itself… because humanity isn't a porcelain shard; it's never moved by perfection. What moves you about humanity is its vibrancy and authenticity.

And love only truly flourishes when intertwined with life and humanity!

There's a French film with a title as poetic and profound as a fine old wine: *The Old Gun*. The film tells a story of World War II that takes place in the suburbs of Paris, and the beautiful female lead is none other than Romy, who, like my wife, has beautiful crescent-shaped eyes. Snyder—it was Ning Huiyou's captivating crescent-shaped eyes that touched Ning Zhufu's heart for a lifetime—that French goddess who haunted my dreams countless times, from the innocent and elegant young Sissi to the mother in Old Gun who had witnessed the chaos and vicissitudes of life. What remained unchanged was the captivating sapphire-like brilliance in her eyes that pierced straight to the soul. When that brilliance was extinguished by the German devils' flamethrowers, what perished in that instant was also my reflection on how fragile such a beautiful and vibrant life could be. When I saw her husband, a French doctor who usually seemed content to be a meek and law-abiding citizen in the occupied territory, angrily pick up an old family heirloom to avenge his wife and children who had perished at the hands of the Germans, I felt more than just the satisfaction of watching German soldiers, stained with the blood of the French people, fall. Rather, I felt the powerful impact of the film's masterful montage. As Julien, the French doctor with the same ordinary French name as the protagonist of *The Red and the Black*, killed German soldiers while reminiscing about his life with his beloved wife, the longing and sorrow on his face evoked a profound, almost Christian, compassion.

What astonished me most was that Julien's memories were filled with images of his wife flirting and cheating with other men. Seeing this, I was moved to tears.

Under the profound reverence for life, even betrayal and regret, usually considered part of love, have become an eternal, irretrievable beauty—for some reason, I once felt this was the greatest, most beautiful, and most sorrowful love I had ever witnessed…

And how wonderful it all feels to Ning Zhufu now, because it is real, it is vibrant—I often experience all this beauty in a hazy, drunken state with my father-in-law. I still remember the dream of Ning Hui, born on this bed, fluttering around me like a celestial spirit. That dream made me know that Ning Hui was an angel sent by heaven, one I had to protect with my life, as if my mission in this world was to bring happiness to this woman with an angelic heart and face. In

this bright and clear world, surrounded by wolves, to ensure the peaceful and happy life of such a beautiful woman who moves heaven and earth is such a proud, glorious, and yet arduous task!

Hysterical from being plied with his father-in-law's homemade liquor, Ning Zhufu, lost in thought, turned to the side, muttering "wife, wife," and chuckling in his drunken state. He reached out and placed his hand on Ning Hui, who was reading an English novel nearby. On his wrist, the Omega watch he'd brought back from a long journey from Xiaoyanzi to K City gleamed with a soft golden light.

Ning Hui's gaze softened as she looked at the watch, and she reached out to lovingly stroke Ning Zhufu's wrist…

The next evening, after dinner, and after my mother-in-law had finished her repeated admonitions to Ning Hui not to throw tantrums again, I drove my wife and I home. Even though I intentionally or unintentionally flaunted the Omega watch on my wrist, constantly finding things to say, teasing and coaxing her, Ning Hui barely paid any attention to me.

As we were almost back in the city, Ning Hui suddenly said to me, "Drop me off at the pedestrian street. You go back first; I've arranged to go shopping with Mei Mei."

When we arrived at the pedestrian street, I dropped Ning Hui off and grinned sheepishly, "Wife, I'll pick you up later."

Ning Hui looked at me, her face expressionless, bit her lip, and simply said, "Oh, no need, I'll come back myself."

Then I drove home, but then I thought, since I had nothing else to do, I might as well meet with Boss Qiu to settle things with Little Swallow first, lest he think I was the boss when I slept with that gangster's woman, but a coward when he comes to settle accounts.

This wasn't Ning Hui's usual style. Although my wife's anger hadn't subsided, things had to be dealt with one step at a time. Whether the next steps would be a blessing or a curse, we'd have to deal with them one by one. Boss

Qiu's call went through, and he agreed to meet me at a teahouse I specified—to negotiate.

I'm not sure if "negotiation" is the right word, but in the current situation, it definitely has that connotation. Boss Qiu might have negotiated countless times when dividing up territory and business with underworld figures, but negotiating over a woman—I don't know if this is the first time.

It certainly is for me.

I found a quiet corner in the teahouse and waited for a while. Boss Qiu arrived.

Surprisingly, he came alone! This surprised me a bit. It seems like a triad boss isn't really a triad if he doesn't have some henchmen to show off.

It had been a while since I'd seen him. Boss Qiu had a buzz cut a little longer than half an inch, and he looked much younger and more prosperous than before, with a bright forehead and rosy complexion—probably from being successful in love. After all, having a woman like Luo Xiaoyan in one's arms is like a decade of spring rain.

Boss Qiu nodded at me with an expressionless face, a greeting, and sat down. I ordered a pot of fine Longjing tea. After the waiter finished brewing the tea and left, I smiled wistfully and said, "Thank you, Boss Qiu. You truly showed me your boundless loyalty and righteousness in helping Director Feng."

Boss Qiu gave a soft hum, then took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, and handed it to me, gesturing for me to take one.

Damn, I always get this perk when I meet Boss Qiu—another Cuban cigar! I picked up the robust cigar, put it to my lips, and took a deep sniff! Damn, legend has it that the best Cuban cigars are made by rubbing them against women's thighs. This smell...it sounds like the intoxicating, pungent aroma emanating from the thighs of a passionate, muscular Caribbean woman.

"Hehe,"

I grinned, "This stuff is fucking good!"

Boss Qiu didn't say anything, picked up the cup, blew on it a few times, and took a small sip. "If Mr. Nan likes it, I'll send you some more sometime."

"Hehe, Boss Qiu, you're too kind,"

I finally met Boss Qiu's gaze properly. In ancient terms, Boss Qiu and I were like sympathetic brothers, which was much more harmonious, warm, and poetic than the modern equivalent of "love rivals," which sounds full of struggle and hatred.

However, I looked at Boss Qiu with sympathy, but Boss Qiu didn't seem to care. I saw his gaze turn cold and harsh. After looking at me like that for a while, he said quietly, "Alright, I've said it before, the matter of Director Feng is one thing and the other is another. I have my principles. As long as I still consider you a brother, I'll do the same next time something like this happens. But that doesn't mean I'm ignoring Luo Xiaoyan's matter."

Then Boss Qiu paused and sighed, "I know you went to K City to see Luo Xiaoyan this time, and I also know that you've been seeing Luo Xiaoyan all along, right?"

"You already know, and you're still asking me? You've actually been monitoring me all along, haven't you?"

I smiled faintly, trying my best to appear calm.

"Okay, then let's not beat around the bush. I haven't interfered with your relationship with Xiaoyan for so long. But this matter needs to be settled."

Boss Qiu lit a cigar.

“Yes, that’s why I’ve been looking for you several times while you were out of town. Things have to go on like this.”

I lit a cigar.

“What do you plan to do?”

Boss Qiu squinted and took a sip of tea. The context of this question was actually guiding me to give the answer he wanted—Comrade Ning, the cook, voluntarily withdrew.

“What do I plan to do?”

I also squinted and took a sip of tea. “It’s not up to me, it’s up to Xiao Yan, and of course, it’s up to you, Boss Qiu.”

Boss Qiu didn’t seem to understand what I meant, looking at me suspiciously. I exhaled a puff of smoke and continued, “Can I ask you a few questions?”

“Hmm.”

This time, Boss Qiu followed my puff of smoke and nodded.

"Remember when you took me to the villa to see..."

I was too embarrassed to say the words "live sex show," but Boss Qiu's expression showed he understood what I meant. "...Back then, you told me your dream, can I say it like this? Your dream was to have a love affair with Xiao Yan that was completely harmonious, body and soul, right?"

Boss Qiu's lips trembled slightly, as if a deep-seated part of his heart had been touched. I noticed this and continued, "So, lately, when you've been with Xiao Yan, have you noticed any changes?"

This time, it wasn't just Boss Qiu's lips that were trembling, but his whole body. Then I saw his previously cold gaze soften slightly: "You mean... what do you mean?"

I smiled, trying to make it sound like I was at ease: "We're both straightforward men, we believe in the principle of no beating around the bush, so let's be frank, when you're having sex with Xiao Yan, have you noticed any changes in her?"

Now Boss Qiu seemed to completely understand, "You mean, you played a role in it?"

"Answer me first, has anything changed? Don't you gradually feel that when Xiaoyan makes love to you, she's not just giving you her body, but also gradually opening her heart to you? Even, she gave you her first orgasm under you."

At this moment, I saw Boss Qiu's gaze soften completely, and then he nodded thoughtfully—truly a smart man. Then Boss Qiu gave a bitter laugh: "I didn't expect you to witness that live sex show. Now I don't even have a secret about what I do with women in bed anymore."

Boss Qiu's face flushed red. "Xiaoyan told you everything? In the end, her heart is still with you. You're still the winner, aren't you?"

"You're wrong, Boss Qiu. Why must we settle this between us? If you heard Xiao Yan say one day, 'I won't leave Boss Qiu,' would you still consider yourself the loser?"

Boss Qiu gave another bitter smile. "Then, I'm truly blessed. Xiao Yan, how could you possibly have fallen for a roughneck like me?"

Sometimes, inferiority truly lives next door to self-respect. It's hard to imagine that Boss Qiu, a powerful figure in the underworld, would utter such humble words.

Looking at Boss Qiu's expression, I felt a sense of satisfaction that the situation was now in my favor. I casually poured water into his teacup and said leisurely, "Yes, Luo Xiaoyan really did say that to me. She won't leave you. At least, not now."

"Hmm,"

Boss Qiu murmured softly, looking at me as if he couldn't believe his ears. "She really? Said that?"

"Absolutely,"

I said firmly. "Yes, she said that, so don't underestimate your importance in Xiaoyan's heart. But,"

I paused, trying to let Boss Qiu process this drastically changed information, "the current situation is that she doesn't want to leave you, and she doesn't want to leave me. I admit that I've developed some feelings for Luo Xiaoyan. So what should we do? Do we have to fight each other to the death? Or?"

"Or what?"

Well, I can finally say what I've been wanting to say all day. I smiled. "Or should we double the love we give Xiaoyan?"

"Damn it!"

Being a seasoned street urchin, Boss Qiu's coarse language slipped out unintentionally. "I get what you mean, is this okay? Are you telling a story or something?"

"Why not? Look at Xiao Yan's transformation. Does she need any proof? Besides, neither you nor I can be with Xiao Yan forever. Having this connection to give her more love, why isn't that good? Xiao Yan is a good girl, her life has been full of hardship, her background is very difficult..."

At this point, I felt myself almost choking up with emotion.

"I... understand," Boss Qiu said, taking a deep drag on his cigar...

Just then, my phone rang. I saw it was Zeng Da Xia calling, and I was secretly pleased, thinking he was calling me to pick up my wife.

I stood up, gestured to Boss Qiu, and then went to answer the phone. But when I heard Zeng Da Xia's voice on the other end, I was stunned.

Zeng Daxia asked me on the phone, "Is Ning Hui with you? I want to talk to her, but I can't get through to her phone."

"Huh?"

I was stunned. "Didn't she tell me she was going shopping with you tonight? You...you weren't together tonight?"

"No? We didn't go shopping together. She hasn't contacted me at all tonight, and I'm trying to contact her now,"

Zeng Meimei said on the phone.

What's going on? My mind went blank. I quickly called Ning Hui's phone, but the message I heard was "The user you dialed is not in service area..." ( Chapter 71,

May 31: Car Sex ) Back then, when the news came that my first love was getting married, and that she was marrying a man who wasn't even as handsome as me, I experienced what it meant to be struck by lightning. And today, the mobile company's signature phrase, "The user you dialed is not in service area..." made me truly, even more vividly, relive that feeling. The phrase still haunted my ears, and I realized I was completely dumbfounded. I was hoping to coax my wife a bit more at home tonight. I even planned to write a soul-searching apology and give a tearful reading if kneeling on the keyboard didn't work. Now, look what's happened! My target has suddenly vanished from the radar screen, and the kite string in my hand has snapped! And clearly, Ning Hui lied. This has never happened before since the green project started at the Ning Mansion. Is my wife deliberately playing this disappearing act to annoy me? Or…?

Ning, usually a man with a vivid imagination, dared not think any further. He felt as if his body had sunk into a deep trench in the Pacific Ocean, cold and powerless. It took him a long time to be brought back to his senses by the humming of a girl next to him. The girl was humming a tune as she walked past him…

The melody was familiar and beautiful; he recognized it—it was about “I know, I’ve always had a pair of invisible wings…”

He returned to his seat with Boss Qiu, his mind blank, revealing a utterly dejected face to Boss Qiu. Boss Qiu… He asked with some surprise, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

The phrase "backyard on fire" flashed through my mind, but I didn't dare say it aloud. In my muddled state, I forced a forced smile, my features contorted. "Oh, nothing... nothing at all. Well... let's stop here for today. I have something to take care of right away."

Boss Qiu looked at me thoughtfully and nodded, seemingly pondering the reason for my sudden change in mood, or perhaps thinking about the bizarre theory Ning Zhufu had spouted about Luo Xiaoyan's love transforming from one person's to two.

Before leaving the teahouse, the last image of Boss Qiu that came to mind was his extra-long buzz cut, which strangely reminded me of Grandpa Meng from "If You Are the One"... So I still struggled to say to Boss Qiu meaningfully, "Boss Qiu, why don't you change your hairstyle? Go bald, you know what Meng Fei is like..."

After saying goodbye to Boss Qiu, it was around nine o'clock, neither early nor late, and I suddenly didn't know where to go. Ning Mansion was on the left, but I inexplicably drove out and onto the right lane, then wandered around the spider web of city lanes like a headless fly. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Ning was just driving around aimlessly, but Ning probably wanted to know which of the city's myriad lights his wife was under at that moment. Every ten minutes, I would call my wife's cell phone, but all I heard was that damn "out of service area" message...

Now I knew what it meant to be on edge, feeling like ants were crawling and cats were scratching inside me, surrounded by thorns. I felt that if I could find out where my wife was right now, I would beg her on my knees in the street.

What was going on? I then remembered that last night and today at my in-laws' house, Ning Hui's behavior had been somewhat inexplicably abnormal. Although she started talking to me later, it always felt like she was deliberately keeping herself shrouded in mystery, making it impossible to see her true face; or she would stare at me blankly for a long time, and when that look made me want to coax her, she would deliberately turn her head away, pouting and occasionally letting out a soft hum—but I always thought that my wife was still angry...

Then I realized that I hadn't been paying enough attention to my wife lately. I had always thought that Ning Hui was just under too much pressure at work, as she herself said. So I've been feeling a bit down, but I haven't thought about the deeper reasons. Adding to that, there was the recent fight with her handsome lover, and today I suddenly encountered my husband, Ning, who brazenly met with his lover without telling me—although he used the excuse of taking a watch as a shield, cheating is an undeniable fact. Besides, these past two days, my wife mentioned quitting her job so casually, and I didn't investigate further… Women's resentment is always like this, like silt accumulating in a river, slowly building up, seemingly unnoticed until one day you realize her resentment has filled the riverbed, its explosive force enough to change the course of the river.

Thinking about all this, I slapped my forehead and cursed myself, "What a jerk I am! I was only thinking about how I was enjoying myself with my wife and her lover, having them on both sides, completely ignoring the core principles and values of the Ning Mansion's 'Wife is Heaven' project."

What on earth has my wife been thinking about lately? The thought suddenly jolted me awake, and I quickly swerved through several intersections, heading back to Ning Mansion.

I guessed right; Ning was rushing back to sneak a peek at his wife's diary to see if there were any updates, or any clues that could connect to her sudden disappearance.

I felt a surge of excitement, like grasping at a straw, when then I heard a loud "bang"—a line of cars in front of me was waiting at a red light. By the time I reacted and tried to brake, it was too late; I crashed head-on into the back of the car in front. Then a burly man in the car in front of me got out, cursing and spewing profanities: "Damn it, what kind of driver are you? Are your eyes in your ass?"

To make matters worse—who invented that phrase? I hate you!

I had no choice but to get out and deal with the aftermath. Because it was night, the visibility was poor, so I couldn't immediately pay attention to any unusual features in the man's figure or appearance. When I got closer and took a good look at the burly man who had just been spewing profanities, I was completely dumbfounded!

Holy crap, what a small world—who invented that phrase again?

The burly man in front of me was none other than the bearded guy I had swindled out of a thousand dollars at the nightclub that night!

This is what they call a vengeance with a vengeance, a debt with a debtor! I've never won five dollars in the lottery, and it turns out all my luck has come my way. I quickly turned my face away, covering my face with my hands, not daring to meet his gaze. But this bearded guy didn't hold back, staring at me intently like a dog smelling its favorite scent, making me so terrified I prayed there was a hole in the ground I could disappear into. When there was no hole, I prayed the bearded guy's eyesight wasn't good enough to recognize me—after all, that night I was the Japanese ronin Kawabata Juro…

“Heh,”

the bearded guy finally spoke, pointing at my chest. True to his name, his eyes bulged like a bull's. “Don't tell me it wasn't you, huh? My eyesight is excellent. That night at Night Love, it was you, wasn't it? You son of a bitch, I only realized it after you took that thousand dollars. I was wondering how this was so strange. Tell me, that woman that night, you knew her all along, didn't you?”

Oh my god, can I cry now, bearded guy? If you can, I'll cry for you so you won't ask me anymore, okay?

"Who is that woman to you?"

The bearded guy actually put his arm around my neck and asked me relentlessly, clearly more interested in my wife than the thousand yuan.

"Oh, you've mistaken me for someone else?"

I quickly laughed it off. "This car hit you, you know, how much money do you want? I won't report it to customs."

"Wait a minute, we'll talk about compensation later,"

the bearded guy pressed on. "It's definitely you. I'm a director. Even though you had a beard, glasses, and makeup that day, I can still imagine what you look like without it. Stop acting, buddy. What really happened that day? Why did you wear makeup? Did you just want to scam a thousand dollars from us? What happened between you and that girl?"

"Ah? It's him!"

At that moment, another person got out of the car in front and came up to me and the bearded guy. I recognized him as one of the guys who had been having sex with the bearded guy that night. He quickly pointed at me and said, "Damn, you think you can fool us just because you changed your clothes? You're trying to scam us out of money, huh? Brother Niu, it's him."

"What's going on?"

Seeing that I couldn't lie anymore, I quickly chuckled, "I really don't know that woman. I was wearing makeup because, you know, we're all married men, we need to be mindful of our image."

"Really?"

The bearded man released his grip on my neck with a hint of disbelief, then gave me a strange smile and said, "Really don't know her? Do you have her phone number?"

"No...no."

I quickly replied.

"Well, since that's the case,"

the bearded man pretended to fiddle with the spot on his car that I had hit, then lit a cigarette, and with a squinty eye as he exhaled smoke, slowly uttered, "Then pay me two thousand."

Damn it, I looked at it, actually my car was in much worse shape. He just needed to touch up the paint, a matter of three or four hundred yuan, but he's trying to squeeze two thousand out of me, isn't that obvious...?

Then the bearded man glanced at me sideways. "What's wrong? Feeling it's unfair? I didn't extort you. This whole thing is entirely your fault."

"Fair, fair,"

I thought, "better to avoid trouble than cause any more," and quickly nodded. But then, as if remembering something, I looked troubled. "I don't actually have that much cash on me. I only have a thousand yuan. How about you give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the rest to you?"

"Haha,"

the bearded man laughed heartily. "Alright, I have other things to do too. I won't waste any more time with you. Give me your phone number, and I'll send you my bank account number." Well,

I had no choice. Seeing that more and more people were gathering around to watch the commotion, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and give the bearded man my phone number, hoping to get away as soon as possible. After writing down the phone number, the bearded guy took the thousand yuan I obediently handed over. Seemingly satisfied, he walked around to me, patted me on the shoulder, and then said meaningfully, "Buddy, what goes around comes around."

He then got into his car with his buddy and sped away.

Yes, bearded guy, what goes around comes around. I swindled you out of a thousand, and now you're ripping me off for two thousand. "You slut!"

I spat angrily.

Just as I got back to my car and was about to start it, the phone rang. My instinct was to think it was my wife calling, but it turned out to be Miss Qiu.

"Where are you?"

Miss Qiu's voice was slurred and reeked of alcohol. She blurted out this as if we were old friends.

I was completely stunned. Was Miss Qiu really that close to me? "

Oh...outside, what's up?"

"Where are you? Can you come to the pedestrian plaza now? I want to see you."

"What's wrong? Is everything alright? At this moment..."

I suddenly felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. Good heavens, what is this Miss Qiu up to now? My wife's been missing for a while now, I have no time to waste dealing with these rich girls. I quickly tried to deflect the issue, "Oh, I was just about to go home. Can we do it another day?"

"Hmph, don't lie to me. I know you were just with Boss Qiu. What's wrong? You have time with him, but not with me?"

"Oh, no, Tingting, don't misunderstand. I really need to go home now, my wife is waiting for me..."

I was about to say my wife was waiting at home, but Miss Qiu interrupted me, "Hehe, so your wife is waiting for you at home, right? Don't worry, I won't take up much of your time."

"Oh, this... or... or maybe another day? I'll contact you tomorrow, okay?"

I really didn't want anything unexpected or troublesome tonight, but I couldn't afford to offend Miss Qiu, especially since she was, after all, my benefactor...

"Are you coming or not? You heartless bastard! If it weren't for me and my dad standing up for you, you'd have been beaten into a panda by that Feng guy, you know? Let me tell you, if you don't come now, you'll face the consequences!"

What the hell is this? Why do women all like to act like princesses? I cautiously asked, "Tingting, I didn't do anything to you. What consequences do I have to bear?"

"I'll tell my dad you're after me, you're raping me! I'll say you're ungrateful! Don't you know what my dad does? You haven't seen how ruthless he is to those who repay kindness with enmity, have you?"

Oh my god, Tingting seems so well-mannered, why is she so unruly? Turns out, women's shrewishness has no bottom line. I quickly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, okay, grandma, you're all grandmas, I'll do it, I'll do it, okay!"

I had no choice but to turn the car around and drive towards the place Miss Qiu had agreed to meet. As I drove, I sent a text message to my wife: "Wife, where are you? I'm going crazy with worry!"

When I met Miss Qiu at the agreed location, it turned out that Miss Qiu had driven her own car. She asked me to find a place to park her car, and then asked me to get into her red car.

As expected of a wealthy family's daughter, this car was clearly equipped with top-of-the-line features, exuding grandeur. Paired with a beauty like Miss Qiu, it perfectly embodied the ideal of a beautiful woman in a luxury car. Moreover, Miss Qiu seemed to be dressed appropriately for the occasion, wearing a bright red evening gown. The deep V-neckline revealed her prominent M-shaped breasts, and the high slit in the side of the gown subtly revealed her smooth, white thighs, making them alluringly visible. Her most captivating feature was her alluring hip line, which, with each unintentional movement, revealed glimpses of her white panties.

Miss Qiu was still wearing glasses, the only thing that clashed slightly with her evening gown, but from another angle, it added a touch of girlish charm and intellect to her captivating allure.

I, Yi Ai, settled into the passenger seat, inwardly groaning at this arrangement. "Tingting, did you come here to talk business, or to commit a crime?" To lighten the mood, I casually remarked, "Tingting, you look so radiant, did you just go to some party?"

"I knew you wouldn't skip it!"

Miss Qiu didn't answer directly, a victorious smile spreading across her face before she stepped on the gas, and my red car sped off.

Her breath, sweet as orchids, carried a hint of intoxication.

Even though the traffic was thinning, Miss Qiu's fast driving still made me a little worried. "You...you seem to have been drinking, that's drunk driving! Let me drive! Where are we going so late? I still need to...I still need to get home!" Miss Qiu glanced at

me in the rearview mirror: "Who asked you to drive? So what if I've been drinking and driving? So what if I'm having a heart attack!"

Well, it seemed the more I talked, the more excited Miss Qiu became. I quickly shut up, but my heart was still pounding. Where was this Tingting, who seemed so agitated tonight, going to take me? I silently prayed that some police officer would do me a favor and pull over this conspicuous car for a DUI check, and that would be the end of the night. But

the traffic police I was hoping for never appeared, even after Tingting drove out of the city and onto a mountain road. Instead, the beautiful night view of the city unfolded before my eyes outside the car window—a dazzling river of lights, a mesmerizing spectacle.

It turned out Tingting had driven to a scenic park built on a mountainside on the outskirts of the city. A

gentle night breeze was blowing outside, and no one seemed inclined to get out of the car. I was actually thinking about how to finish today's troubles as soon as possible and get home to my wife, while Tingting leisurely took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and remained silent for a long time.

"Hmm..."

I couldn't sit still any longer. At this rate, we might not even finish our business by tomorrow. This was getting me into trouble! How was I going to explain this to my wife when I got home? I quickly asked, my tone perfectly calm, not showing the slightest impatience. I knew I couldn't afford to offend Miss Qiu tonight. "Tingting, what do you want?"

"Waaah,"

suddenly, Tingting covered her mouth and began to sob…

I panicked a little and quickly asked, "Why are you crying all of a sudden? What's wrong, Tingting?"

"My dad, why is my dad so unreasonable?"

Tingting sobbed, her breasts heaving slightly, looking very alluring.

"How is he unreasonable?"

Thankfully, hearing this reassured me somewhat. It seemed Tingting had come to me as a confidant to help her with her inner turmoil, at least she didn't have any ulterior motives towards me.

"He insists on introducing me to some kind of suitable boyfriend, forcing me to marry him. But I don't even like him! How can I marry him? I know Boss Qiu is pressuring me to get married so he can be with that little vixen! All he can think about right now is that little vixen!"

Tingting burst out, rattling off a torrent of words without stopping.

"Slow down, slow down..."

Hearing the word "little vixen," a chill ran down my spine. I quickly interrupted Tingting, "The little vixen you're talking about... what's going on?"

"Hmph, keep pretending! You men are all the same! That little vixen is Luo Xiaoyan! Don't you know her? You're probably very familiar with her."

Damn it, this situation is getting complicated again. How did it get involved with Xiaoyan again? I quickly shut up; it was best to say as little as possible given the current situation.

Tingting continued, "How am I any worse than Luo Xiaoyan? She gets all the good performance opportunities, and my dad said if I don't get married, he'll send me abroad to study. Why? Am I worse than Luo Xiaoyan as a model? Can't I continue modeling? Only Luo Xiaoyan can? My dad protects her so much, isn't he just bewitched by that vixen in bed?"

Damn, this is a battle between women! Women, if you don't compare, they're all sisters; once you do, they're all enemies! I quickly tried to smooth things over, "Oh, oh, not at all. Isn't it good that your dad sent you abroad to study? I'd love to, but I haven't even had a chance. Besides, Tingting is so pretty, who's worse than her? You won first place in that modeling competition, Luo Xiaoyan was only second."

"Hmph, I don't care! I know that first place was given to me by Boss Qiu!"

Then Tingting blinked at me, and then asked quietly, "What did you just say? I'm not worse than anyone? I'm not worse than Luo Xiaoyan, right?"

"Oh, of course, of course,"

I quickly laughed and said, "How could I dare say I'm worse than Xiao Yanzi in this situation?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized what it meant to say something that could cause trouble. Suddenly, a tall, slender figure in red and white flashed by, and with the agility of a rabbit, she stood up and stepped over from the driver's seat next to me. With a beautiful butt, she sat down on me! Then, she stretched out her fragrant, fleshy arms and tightly wrapped them around my neck, fixing my face in a slightly upward, expectant position. Without a word, she opened her full, rounded lips and bit down on mine—even though I instinctively kept my mouth closed and struggled earnestly, the faintly alcoholic scent of her saliva still seeped into my mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance with every drop…

And she kept moaning, “I’m no worse than her, then prove it to me! Prove it to me!”

What the hell is she doing, Tingting? My mind went completely blank for a moment. I never imagined that Tingting would be so fierce. When I came to my senses, I saw that Tingting was already trying to unzip my pants. Because the slit of Tingting's evening dress was quite high, her straddling position with her legs spread wide inevitably caused the hem of the dress to be completely pulled up to her waist. This pull directly exposed the small round mountain formed by Tingting's white panties, displaying it completely in front of my eyes. Even though my eyes were unwilling to look away, I only glanced at it, but that glance was enough to catch a glimpse of the truly sinful white-and-black, that blackness, and that darkness that even a househusband could not resist, as plump and firm as the triangle of Tingting's round mountain in front of her crotch. How could this be? I couldn't help but open my mouth and swallow. Now, Tingting seized the opportunity, and her smooth, fragrant tongue slowly slipped into my mouth and began to stir...

"Mmm, no, no... What are you doing?... No...!"

A lone man and woman, in a desolate, remote place, a car stranded alone—the scene inside was absurdly comical. The voices were coming from a man! No mistake, it was Ning Zhufu making those sounds! I pushed against Tingting's attempts to pull my manhood out, my voice almost a cry of pleading...

But Tingting wouldn't give up. One hand desperately tugged at my clothes, the other frantically searched my crotch, her mouth constantly biting my tongue...

She kept muttering, "You're still moving, still moving, aren't you? If you keep moving, I'll scream!"

What the hell is this world? Who's raping whom? Now it's the rape victim who doesn't scream, but the rapist has to scream?

My hands were desperately trying to protect my lower body, preserving my last shred of chastity. Suddenly, in the struggle, with a "rip," the Seven Wolves short-sleeved t-shirt I was wearing today was torn open by Tingting from the collar. I couldn't help but cry out, and my hands, which were busy protecting myself, instinctively loosened. Just then, Tingting seized the opportunity and reached into my crotch to grab my penis!

Once she grabbed it, Tingting showed no sign of letting go, still relentlessly nagging, "Didn't you say I'm no worse than her? Why is it still so limp here? Is it like this when you're with her too?"

"Ah...no, I'm not with her..."

I cried out desperately, "Tingting, you...can you be rational? Don't do this!"

I reached out to try and remove Tingting's hand from my penis.

"Slap!"

Tingting slapped my hand. "Hmph, you men are all the same! You think I don't know what your relationship with Luo Xiaoyan is like? Believe me or not, I'll tell Boss Qiu that you cheated on his woman!"

Damn, what kind of girl is this young Miss Qiu? So many schemes! I felt Tingting was going to keep going, and things were getting serious. But I didn't know what to do. I'd only ever thought that raping a woman was a very difficult skill, but refusing to be raped was even more difficult.

Actually, with my brute strength, Miss Qiu wouldn't be a match for me if we got physical. But today, Miss Qiu seemed to be united against me, as if she would devour me alive if I didn't submit. I couldn't bring myself to use force to avoid being raped—I really didn't know what kind of earth-shattering things this young lady would do if I did. I could only continue to beg and plead with this beautiful woman to let me go.

Hesitantly, Tingting held onto my penis tightly, then suddenly bent down, opened her mouth, and accurately took my penis into her mouth!

"Ah?"

I instinctively cried out in surprise, accompanied by a feeling of utter fear, but also the slippery, pleasurable sensation of my penis being enveloped in a woman's warm, moist lips. My body involuntarily stiffened, and my normally limp penis shamefully, yet joyfully, became erect in Tingting's mouth. Seeing this,

Tingting seemed to receive a signal of immense excitement, and she took my now-hardened penis deep into her mouth, sucking hard…

Tingting's oral skills carried a primal desire and passion. It was clear that her technique wasn't particularly refined, but it was obvious that this wasn't her first time performing oral sex.

"Ah, no, no, Tingting, don't do this..."

I grabbed Tingting's hair with both hands. The instinctive euphoria from my penis in her mouth, combined with the last vestiges of my reason, almost tore me apart. This split between consciousness and instinct made my penis even more engorged and erect under Tingting's sucking.

"Mmm... I mean... am I worse than Luo Xiaoyan? I don't believe your penis... won't get hard with me?"

Tingting murmured to herself as she sucked on me.

"Damn it, am I some kind of tool for you to fight with Little Swallow or what?" Before I could even react, Tingting's even more explosive actions followed.

Seeing that my penis was already sucked hard, she stood up, straddled my waist again, put her panties between her legs, and pulled my erect, glistening penis towards her honey pot with one hand, then plopped down on it.

"Ah, no—" Before

I could even finish saying "no," Tingting had already pulled one of my hands to her exposed, full, firm breast, and then began to move her body up and down on my penis in her signature piston-like motion...

Damn, Tingting's breasts feel so full and smooth, of course, I only thought this to myself and dared not say it out loud. I closed my eyes, and amidst the tingling pleasure emanating from my penis encased in the warm, moist walls of Tingting's honey pot, a wave of dreamlike grief and indignation washed over me: Was I, a grown man, really being raped?

Then I felt the car begin to sway slightly. I could imagine how reckless Tingting's actions were in raping me, and... this rape included sex in the car?

Tingting then began to moan softly, her words repeatedly uttering the same phrase: "Hmm, am I... worse than that... little vixen?"

At this point, I didn't know whether to continue enjoying the pleasure of being raped or to shove the beautiful woman thrusting against my penis away. Just as my consciousness was becoming increasingly confused, my phone rang!

Instinctively, I pulled out my phone and saw that not only was I drenched in sweat, but my penis had also wilted like a frostbitten eggplant!

It was my wife calling!

I quickly grabbed my phone: "Wife...where...where are you?"

"I'm home now. I'm asking you, where are you now?"

Ning Hui's voice was low and cold.

"Ah...I'm outside..."

I glanced at the woman sitting on me, my penis still inside her vagina. This Miss Qiu, who was fiercer than an animal tonight, almost made me cry. How was I going to explain this to my wife? "I ran into some trouble outside, I...I'll be right back..."

I stammered, almost incoherently.

Before I could finish speaking, Miss Qiu snatched my phone away with a "smack." This fierce woman, holding the phone, only hesitated for a moment before throwing it out the car window!

As she threw it, she grumbled, "Just one phone call, and your penis is all limp. What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? How can you be so domineering?"

This time, Miss Qiu really angered me. I suddenly threw the unreasonable girl who was still riding on me off and yelled at her, "That's my wife, are you deaf?"

After saying that, I opened the car door and got out of the car. I didn't even have time to pull up my pants. I searched the ground naked for my phone. When I saw my phone, I was really scared. It must have rained on the mountain yesterday. There was a puddle next to the car, and my phone had been thrown right into that puddle...

I had no idea where I was. When I pulled the phone out of the water, the car parked next to me suddenly started up with a beep, and then with a screech, all four wheels started spinning and pulling the car. It spun around and sped off down the mountain...

Obviously, Miss Qiu drove me off up the mountain because my dick went soft when she raped me?

Damn it!

Then I looked at myself. In the dead of night, in this desolate mountain wilderness, I was penniless except for a few loose coins. My t-shirt was torn, my penis was limp, and my phone was a lifeless corpse…

I felt no tears, only a sigh as I looked up at the sky. The sky above was unusually clear and vast, dotted with stars, as if every shining star was smiling at me…

Chapter 72: The Derailed Ning Mansion Green Project.

A mountain breeze suddenly chilled me to the bone; I thought I was dreaming. This hillside viewing park was supposedly infested with wolves before. I thought it was just something middle-aged and elderly women telling stories to scare their grandchildren, but today I truly believed there were wolves in the mountains—a lustful she-wolf, no less!

Damn, what a fierce bastard!

Bro, today was truly legendary. If I were to write a report about my ordeal and publish it in the newspaper tomorrow, it would definitely be one of the city's top ten news stories of the year. This hillside park would probably be a hot topic, with countless male fans swarming the area hoping to encounter this legendary female wolf who can rape men.

Actually, the female wolf is irrelevant; the real tigress is the wife at home. I don't know how to explain this to my wife when I get home. This mess is truly outrageous. Even on the verge of death, he's still full of bizarre thoughts. It's truly bizarre beyond belief.

Actually, I knew things had really gotten out of hand. I did the math: even at an Olympic-level race walking pace, it would take at least two hours to walk down the mountain from here to where I could see the Tyco. The problem was, after the bearded man swindled me out of a thousand dollars, all the loose change I had was enough for a bowl of beef noodles—the kind made with hot water, like Master Kong instant noodles. It wouldn't even be enough to take a taxi to where I parked. At this rate, by the time I got home, the chickens would be crowing.

Of course, men don't easily shed tears, but not as pitiful as this cook—I really, really wanted to cry…

With a screech, as I was driving down the dark, winding mountain road and reached a bend, a bright light flashed before my eyes. The red BMW, like a ghost, suddenly reversed in front of me, its taillights on. Then Miss Qiu poked her head out and shouted, “Get in! How long will it take you to walk like this?”

I saw a hint of apology on Miss Qiu's face; she had a heart of gold, after all. But, a gentleman can be slept with, but not humiliated! I pouted and muttered, “No!”

This cook meant I could give you my body, but I couldn't lose my dignity.

I didn't even glance at that she-wolf, holding my head high with dignity, and brushed past the BMW.

With a screech, seeing Ning Zhufu's pretentious act, Miss Qiu lost face, pouted, and then stepped on the gas, speeding off again.

This is great! Looks like I'm really going to put on this mountain stroll performance tonight—another mountain breeze swept in! I couldn't help but shiver; even at the end of summer, the cool mountain breeze still felt like a refreshing spring.

Actually… Tingting, don't tell me not to touch me. If another tractor stopped in front of me, I'd get on it. Your brother Nan was just teasing you…

Just as I was about to cry, I turned a corner, and damn it, that tractor was parked on the side of the road! Tingting had gotten off and was standing gracefully to the side. As I approached, she came to greet me. This time, her expression was much more sincere than before. She lowered her head and said timidly to me, her tone very gentle, completely different from her previous look of wanting to devour me: “Brother Nan, I'm sorry, I was wrong just now. Please get on, please get on.”

After saying that, she reached out and touched the tear in my t-shirt.

I instinctively backed away and quickly said, “No, no… don't touch me, I'm scared of you, grandma. Can I get on by myself?”

The she-wolf is fierce; men, stay away! Now I know I need to keep my distance from her. I deliberately went around to the back of the car and got in through the back door. As soon as I settled in, Miss Qiu stretched out a hand from the driver's seat, holding a stack of red... RMB!

What's she going to do with this? Brother... I don't sell myself, you know. Before I could even process my surprise, Tingting turned around and gave me an awkward smile, looking extremely apologetic: "Sorry, Brother Nan, I dropped your phone in the water earlier, didn't I? Here's three thousand yuan to replace your phone, is that enough?"

Damn, this is insulting! My phone only cost five hundred yuan, and I still have the receipt.

I firmly refused Miss Qiu's offer. I don't know if she really considered it payment for my phone or as payment for my prostitution, but it was quite obvious that this Miss Qiu seemed to have sobered up. She only cared about driving the whole way, and only after dropping me off at my parking spot on the pedestrian street did she sincerely and apologetically say, "I'm really sorry!"

Well, Tingting, at least you apologized. Now your brother Nan can't clear his name in front of his wife, not even if he jumped into the Milky Way.

I then drove home nervously, with a litter of rabbits in my arms. I guess even the meteorologists at Ning Mansion couldn't determine the storm level right now...

I gently turned the key, holding my breath, and opened the door. Surprisingly, the living room was brightly lit!

One, two, three... Besides my wife sitting blankly on the sofa, there were two other people in the house. I looked closely and saw that it was Zeng Daxia and her husband, Comrade Xiong Xiong.

The three men saw me enter, especially noticing my bare chest—the Seven Wolves t-shirt was all hype, it couldn't even withstand a tear, and the rip revealed a section of my nice pectoral muscle. Seeing my disheveled appearance, as if I'd been robbed or assaulted, they all simultaneously turned their gazes towards me. My wife

, Ning Hui, reacted the most strongly; I could almost hear the thud in her heart, the sound of a stone falling to the ground. But the shock in her eyes hadn't faded. After staring at me for a long time, she finally murmured, "Where...where have you been? Why are you like this?"

"Hehe,"

I forced a smile, partly to put on a brave face, and partly to lighten the mood.

Then this "Master Zeng" started yelling, this heartless fellow, always bringing up the most sensitive topics: "Huh? What's going on? Were you robbed or assaulted?"

Even if Master Zeng was right about both, not only was I extorted two thousand dollars, but I also couldn't bear the shame of being raped by a pretty girl... The problem is, what kind of occasion is this, Master Zeng? And what's with the talk of assault? What if my wife had no idea that a woman was involved in tonight's events? Your reminder would just make it seem like I'm protesting too much!

"I..."

Actually, I had already made up a story before I got home. I sat down next to Ning Hui, took a sip of the water she brought me, and quickly began to tell the story. "This is what happened. Tonight, I had arranged to have tea with Boss Qiu. Oh, Boss Qiu is a friend of mine, Ha Meimei. After tea, I was driving home when I had a minor collision with another car at an intersection... um, I rear-ended it... I couldn't get through to my wife on the phone, and I was so anxious and worried that I didn't pay attention,"

I said, deliberately glancing at my wife, but Ning Hui's expression remained unchanged... "The man got out of the car..." Without even asking what happened, they started hurling insults at me, acting like they were dealing with their own parents. The argument quickly escalated into a fierce fight. They outnumbered me, and I was alone, but I wasn't afraid at all. However, I was outnumbered. Look, those bastards tore my Seven Wolves t-shirt to shreds! Then, just then, my wife called. I took a break from the fight to talk to her, but one of those punks snatched my phone and slammed it to the ground. There happened to be a ditch, and the guy, with perfect aim, smashed my phone into it…”

"Hehe, you can fight too, Ning Zhufu? I didn't know that,"

Zeng Daxia said casually. "You turned off your phone for no reason, and it even alarmed my husband and me, so we came to your house. Do you know how worried your wife was? She almost cried! If you hadn't come back, she was going to call the police!"

"Sorry, honey,"

I chuckled, putting my arm around Ning Hui's waist. Ning Hui's eyes were indeed red. "I made my wife worry."

Ning Hui didn't look at me, just remained motionless like a jade Buddha. I couldn't tell from her expression whether she accepted the story Ning Zhufu made up tonight, which made the little rabbit in my heart, which had just calmed down a bit, start pounding again.

Zeng Daxia continued, "Your wife called me saying you suddenly disappeared. She said you sounded panicked on the phone before you disappeared. I could hear how anxious she was. It seems the robbery you were robbed last time really left a psychological scar on her. I was afraid something had happened to you, so my husband and I drove over right away. Seriously, if you hadn't shown up in another half hour, your wife said she was going to call the police."

"Oh, it's all my fault. I've got everything going on today. My car is wrecked, my Seven Wolves t-shirt is torn, and my phone is dead..."

Of course, there's something even worse that I didn't dare say. I was extorted two thousand yuan by that bastard with the bushy beard, and my male virginity was taken by a pretty girl—I not only became a mute, but I also suffered a bitter pill to swallow.

"Um, Meimei, Brother Xiong, it's so late and you've gone to all this trouble. Thank you."

Ning Hui blinked, straightened her body, and muttered softly, "It's good that you're back."

"Oh, we're family, no need for thanks. It's good that Comrade Ning is back safe and sound."

Zeng Daxia and his wife exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving Ning Mansion to go home. Before leaving, Xiong Xiong, who hadn't said much, came over and patted my shoulder, then grinned at me, "Take good care of your wife." From that smile

, I could tell that this guy had definitely figured out that my story was made up. After

Zeng Meimei and his wife left, Ning Hui and I tidied up, washed up, and went to bed. Ning Hui hadn't said much lately, and lay down on the bed first. I noticed that she lay down in a very unusual position, with her back to me.

My heart skipped a beat. Oh no! The weight had been lifted, but it was clear my wife's knot in her heart was still there. I quickly lay down on the bed and leaned towards Ning Hui, then reached out and hugged her from behind, her body clad in her pajamas—she had broken her unwavering habit of sleeping naked for the second time! This made me even more suspicious that the story I'd made up hadn't worked. I cautiously and gently called out, "Wife… I'm sorry about today."

Ning Hui flinched slightly as I hugged her, but still allowed my arms to encircle her chest. With her back to me, she softly replied, "What's wrong? Be careful out in the future."

Everything… was so peaceful, without the storm I'd imagined. This… this wasn't normal, but I didn't know what to do. There was one question I couldn't sleep with tonight, so after a moment of hesitation, I mustered my courage and asked, "Wife, where… where did you go today? I couldn't get through to you on the phone…"

"Hmm... my phone's dead. It's late, honey, let's go to sleep."

Ning Hui responded softly, then rested one hand on her head, looking like she was about to drift off.

Now, Ning Hui was even more unable to sleep, but dared not ask any further questions. Her heart was pounding like a nest of rabbits...

On Monday, Ning Hui went to work, so I took my car to the repair shop and then transferred another thousand yuan to that guy using the bank account number the bearded guy gave me. On Sunday, when that old rogue sent me the account number, he even called, saying he didn't believe I didn't have my wife's—his so-called "nighttime goddess"—phone number. He said if I gave him the number, I wouldn't have to transfer the thousand yuan, and he could even return the thousand yuan he'd already given me. Damn

, does he think I'm that easy to bribe? Bearded guy, get this straight, even if you offered me twenty million, I wouldn't give you my wife's phone number!

Later that afternoon, Zeng Daxia suddenly called, sounding very anxious, saying he needed to talk to me about something, and on the phone, he was yelling that I was in big trouble.

What big trouble? He hadn't told me directly on the phone. This made me anxious, so I quickly arranged to meet Zeng Daxia at a coffee shop. As soon as we sat down, Zeng Daxia bombarded me with questions: "Tell me honestly, what exactly did you do that night?"

"I...I already told you

everything, didn't I?" My scalp tingled. Could it be that my story was so childish that I hadn't fooled a single person?

"You're still not honest? If you don't tell me, I can't help you anymore."

Zeng Daxia took a sip of coffee, his face unusually serious. It was clear this time he wasn't joking.

"What happened?"

My heart was in my throat.

"This morning, Ning Hui came out of the company on business and asked me to have lunch with her. She told me,"

Zeng Daxia paused, then added mysteriously, "that she heard a girl's voice on your phone that night. What were you up to?"

"Huh?"

My head buzzed. What exactly had Tingting been shouting about while I was talking to Ning Hui that day? I was too shocked and confused to remember... No wonder Ning Hui acted so strangely afterward!

"I...this...how can I even begin to explain?"

The matter with Little Swallow wasn't even settled yet, and now this mess had struck. I was so anxious I was practically incoherent. "It's all over, it's all over, I'm completely hopeless now."

Then, under the sharp gaze of Master Zeng, I confessed the whole story, emphasizing, of course, that I had been raped.

"Pfft!" Unexpectedly, Master Zeng could still laugh without a care in the world. "Heh, raped by a beautiful woman who can't even kill a chicken? Who would believe that?"

"It's true!"

I quickly protested, then reiterated the unavoidable circumstances.

"Sigh, it seems you've been quite the honest, good-natured womanizer. I did

n't expect you to have so many tricks up your sleeve. I'm only now realizing how much your wife loves you. Do you know how much pressure she faced on that trip to America?

You know, Ning Hui has always had... feelings for that Mr. Wang guy, but this time in America, they were alone together for so long, and Mr. Wang launched an incredibly strong offensive. Your wife was afraid you'd misunderstand again, so she didn't let him succeed.

Ning Hui also told me that Mr. Wang's wife later approached her, practically begging Ning Hui to get back together with Mr. Wang, saying that Mr. Wang has become very depressed and his health is deteriorating because of Hui'er's constant rejections, and she hopes your wife can..." "Continuing to be nice to President Wang will cheer him up. He's under immense pressure at his company and can't afford any mistakes… Do you know what your wife's response was? Right! I'm a woman too, and I know how difficult this is for a woman. It's all because Hui'er has you in her heart, and you, first you went off to meet your lover without telling me, and now you've caused this mess. You've made Hui'er so heartbroken."

After Zeng Daxia's long speech, half my head was soaked with sweat. I was overwhelmed with emotion, realizing I hadn't been communicating with my wife enough lately. Ning Zhufu knew he'd really messed up this time.

"Then… what happened that night when I couldn't reach Ning Hui on the phone and she lied to me?"

I stammered timidly.

"Well, this isn't Hui'er's fault, it was all my idea!"

Zeng Meimei blinked mysteriously and pouted. "Ning Hui called me later and told me about your trip to K City. I said I couldn't let you off so easily, and that I'd give you a punishment for deceiving your wife, so you could experience what it's like to be deceived by your wife like that." "

So you two were putting on an act that day, deliberately making Ning Hui disappear?"

"Haha, that's right."

Zeng Daxia took a sip of coffee, looking quite smug. "What's wrong? Does being deceived by your wife feel particularly bad? The biggest taboo in this game is deception, whether intentional or unintentional, it will cause some bad consequences. Don't you understand that? You're such a scoundrel

, don't deny it." Damn you, Zeng Meimei, this isn't how you play the game. But, I admit I was wrong about this.

"Actually, your wife is really too good to you. She even told me she was very touched that you went all the way to pick up the watch. She had already forgiven you, but I insisted that she agree to play this double act with me to teach you a lesson. I didn't expect you to make things worse!"

"Then... what do we do now?"

At this moment, my heart had already flown to Ning Hui's side, and all I wanted to do was hold my wife, who had suffered so much grievance during this time, tightly in my arms.

"What else can we do? You've gotten yourself into big trouble."

Zeng Daxia deliberately raised his voice an octave to exclaim.

"What... what big trouble?"

"At lunch today, your wife told me very seriously that she didn't want to play this game anymore, saying that she was afraid that if she continued to play, she would lose you. I tried to persuade her not to take it too seriously, that it was all a misunderstanding and that we could clear it up, but it doesn't seem to have any effect yet."

"Huh?"

What's going on? Now, the green project that Ning Mansion just started not long ago is all over?

Damn it, this is really big. I didn't expect Ning Hui to think like this—but, as a woman, seeing her husband playing so wildly, it seems normal to have this worry.

On one hand, I was moved by how much I meant to my wife; on the other hand, if this "green project" were to fall apart, what would Ning Da, who was determined to be cuckolded, think?

"Sigh!"

I sighed unconsciously, slapping my forehead. This was nobody's fault but my own for getting carried away and causing this mess.

Zeng Meimei, seemingly noticing my predicament, said with a nonchalant expression, "Hehehe, getting impatient, aren't you, Comrade Lu Gong? Lu Gong, the cuckold! I wonder how you'd live without your wife cuckolding you?"

"Don't tease me,"

I retorted, giving her a disgruntled look.

“The current situation is that Hui’er is determined to reject Mr. Wang, and your wife is too reserved for a one-night stand. However,”

Zeng Daxia paused, still keeping me in suspense, “it seems there’s only one way out.”

“Hmm?”

I felt a jolt of unease. This meddlesome Zeng Daxia wouldn’t be Zeng Daxia if she didn’t stir up some trouble.

“It’s my brother. Your wife is so happy with my brother, and she won’t have any lingering feelings for him. To change Hui’er’s mind, my brother is the only option. After thinking it over, he’s the safest and most reliable.”

"You mean, let your brother get back together with Ning Hui? But what's your brother's situation right now? He's really torn between his feelings for my wife and all that, isn't he? Besides, when she sees me, she looks like she wants to eat me alive."

"Sigh, he doesn't know the real situation yet. He's in a lot of pain right now, missing your wife terribly. How about this, I'll take care of my brother. I'll do some talking to him."

"How?"

Damn, things seem to be taking a turn for the better now, I quickly asked eagerly.

"Don't worry about that,"

Zeng Meimei said, giving me a flirtatious look.

Suddenly, I remembered that Ning Hui's birthday was in a few days. A thought flashed through my mind, a thought that almost made me tremble with excitement. Then I leaned towards Zeng Daxia…

That evening, Ning Hui came home from work and was silent for a while. It wasn't until we were in bed and about to fall asleep that she snuggled into my arms—my wife was completely naked again, resuming her naked sleeping mode. This was a sign that her anger had subsided, which brightened my mood a bit. Then, softly, my wife, with her head against my chest, said, "Honey, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm?"

I held Ning Hui's soft, warm body tightly, as if afraid she would slip away.

"From now on, let's not play around like that, okay?"

Ning Hui's long eyelashes drooped as she spoke, her voice soft and pitiful.

"Wife, it was my fault, that night…"

The atmosphere was perfect; I decided to take this opportunity to confess all my sins to my wife.

"Don't...don't say anymore."

Ning Hui quickly covered my mouth with her hand. "Wife isn't angry anymore. Actually, I'm so touched that you went all this way to get the watch for me. Thank you, husband. But right now, I only want you..."

After saying that, Ning Hui wrapped her limbs tightly around me like a nimble snake, and murmured softly, "Husband, take me...now...take me..."

My wife's pitiful and loving moans filled me with excitement. I quickly rolled over and pressed my wife's beautiful naked body beneath me. I leaned down and covered my lips with hers, which were still murmuring. The moment our lips met, I couldn't help but whisper, "I love you, wife."

"I love you too, husband..."

The day after my urgent talk with Zeng Daxia, Zeng Meimei called Beifang and asked him to come over for dinner that evening. She said that it had been a long time since the siblings had talked to each other and she wanted to have a good chat with Beifang.

Zeng Beifang arrived as promised, and upon entering, he immediately sensed an ambiguous and eerie atmosphere. Ambiguous, perhaps, because his sister had dressed herself in a provocatively sexy manner, her curvaceous body clad in a barely-there, strapless nightgown that revealed most of her ample breasts. The hem of the nightgown barely reached her hips, and her two white thighs, with every step—especially since Zeng Beifang's gait was always swaying—revealed half of her plump, round buttocks. Zeng Meimei had also deliberately worn black lace lingerie, the semi-transparent rose-colored nightgown creating a striking and alluring contrast between her legs, clearly designed to ignite a man's hormones. Even though Zeng Beifang had seen his sister's naked body before, this was his sister's house, and the unspoken taboo made him feel hot and both ashamed. Seeing his sister's display upon entering, he felt somewhat disoriented.

Strangely, his brother-in-law wasn't home. Zeng Beifang was invited to sit down and stood there dumbfounded for a while before timidly asking, "Where's my brother-in-law? He's not home?"

"Yes,"

Zeng Meimei said, seeing Zeng Beifang's awkwardness, and quickly offered a soothing smile. "He's away on a business trip. Tonight, it'll just be the two of us siblings having a good chat. Come on, come on, sit down at the table. I don't know how to cook without your brother-in-law, so I just bought some snacks outside. Come on, let's have a couple of drinks together tonight. You've been so depressed lately."

As she finished speaking, she leaned over to pull Zeng Beifang up. As she did so, Zeng Beifang's eyes were thoroughly assaulted by his sister's ample bosom, leaving him nowhere to escape. Zeng Beifang couldn't help but blush.

Zeng Meimei watched, then played a game of half-concealment, casually gathering her breasts with her hand, turning her alluring curves to her face. But her outstretched arm still pulled Zeng Beifang to the table without warning, opening a bottle of red wine and pouring it into two glasses.

The siblings then began chatting casually, exchanging glances. Zeng Beifang's gaze was now much bolder than when he first entered, mostly fixed on his sister's two mounds of white, half-revealed flesh. Zeng Meimei sensed a burning desire and forbidden turmoil in her brother's dazed gaze, which began to stir within her as well. After all, her cousin was a handsome young man.

The love of beauty transcends gender, and so, Zeng Meimei's gaze towards her brother began to carry a different kind of emotion.

"Hmm, Beifang, are you alright now? Still bothered by your sister Ning? You look so distressed, you've gotten so thin, it breaks my heart."

Zeng Meimei took a sip of her wine, deliberately sticking out her bright red tongue and lingering it on the rim of the glass as she stared at Zeng Beifang, her face radiating a gentle, mature woman's charm.

"I..."

Zeng Beifang wanted to say something, but hesitated for a moment.

"You can't stand your sister Ning with other men, right?"

"Yes!"

Zeng Beifang mumbled, then picked up his wine glass and downed half a glass of red wine in one gulp, his expression filled with indescribable confusion and frustration.

Zeng Meimei quickly refilled Zeng Beifang's glass, then smiled gently, "Beifang, that's not right of you. You know your sister Ning has a husband, so of course she has other men, right?" "

Yes, I have no problem with her having a husband. It's only natural for her to be with him. But she actually... she actually had other men, and such... such a pathetic man!"

Zeng Beifang seemed to burst out with pent-up anger, his eyes reddening, whether from the wine or from sheer rage, it was hard to tell.

"Oh,"

Zeng Meimei sighed deliberately, "You're angry about this? You mean you love her so much, you like her so much, and she's still with other men, right?"

"Yes!"

Zeng Beifang paused, then nodded resolutely.

Seeing Zeng Beifang's reaction, Zeng Meimei picked up her glass, took a sip, and a meaningful yet strange smile appeared on her face.

Soon, the two siblings finished a bottle of red wine and returned to the sofa to continue chatting.

Suddenly, Zeng Meimei let out a soft, coquettish sigh, sprawled out on the sofa, and called out to her brother in a sweet, childish voice, "Hey, Beifang, your sister went to aerobics today, and my back and waist are aching. Come on, give your sister a massage."

Zeng Beifang was stunned by his sister's sudden remark, standing there dumbfounded for a long time, unsure of what to do. He wondered if he had misheard, after all, this posture was tantamount to touching his sister's almost completely naked skin.

"What are you standing there for? You drank your sister's wine, and you can't even do this little thing your sister asked you to do?"

Zeng Meimei turned her head and gave her brother a reproachful yet adorable look.

Zeng Beifang had no choice but to awkwardly move over and sit down next to Zeng Meimei, who was sprawled on the sofa, almost half-naked. He then stretched out his hands and hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, staring blankly at the sight of her beautiful, delicate body.

"Come on, give your sister a shoulder massage first,"

Zeng Meimei said, her head buried in the sofa.

Only then did Zeng Beifang dare to place his hands on his sister's smooth, white shoulders and begin to gently knead them.

"Mmm—I didn't expect your hands to be so smooth, it feels so good."

Zeng Meimei gave a soft, pleasurable sigh, "Oh, come closer, how can you massage me if I'm sitting so far away?"

As she spoke, Zeng Meimei turned her back and reached out an arm to embrace her brother's waist.

Zeng Daxia was clearly pushing her brother into a fire pit. Zeng Beifang involuntarily moved forward again, seamlessly connecting his body with his sister's reclining, jade-like form. The alluring scent emanating from her enchanting body momentarily overwhelmed Zeng Beifang, making him lose his sense of self. His breathing became heavy and uneven.

"Hmm, that's right, use your strength, press down, massage my lower back."

Zeng Meimei gave the queenly instruction. Zeng Beifang didn't dare to delay and slowly slid his hand to his sister's full waist, then began to knead it through her thin nightgown.

"It's slippery and uncomfortable through the nightgown, I can't feel anything when I massage it. Beifang, put your hand inside the nightgown and massage."

Zeng Meimei closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a while before giving the instruction.

Now, Zeng Beifang dared not move, his body trembling slightly. He was probably reciting the admonition that men shouldn't touch heads and women shouldn't touch waists, especially since it was a woman's bare waist—and this woman was his own cousin!

"What are you standing there for? Put your hand in and press."

Zeng Meimei said, turning her back and reaching out to pull her brother's hand inside his pajamas. "Mmm, harder, oh, so...comfortable."

Zeng Beifang's mind was a mess, his adrenaline was pumping, and his hands, kneading his sister's slender waist, were already stiff, while his sister's body began to writhe like an eel. At this moment, he heard his sister suddenly ask in a seductive voice, "Beifang, have you seen any other girls while you were away from your Ning sister?"

This seductive question truly froze Zeng Beifang's body in a trance. He let out a heavy "Oh," his breath coming in clumps, before mumbling, "No...no."

"Oh,"

Zeng Meimei murmured, then reached out a hand that snaked its way towards Zeng Beifang's body. Her hand then moved seductively to Zeng Beifang's crotch, where his penis was already erect in his thin casual pants. Zeng Meimei's hand, without hesitation, covered the hard bulge, her fingers teasing it lightly. Then, a seductive, soft voice followed: "Poor boy."

Meanwhile, Zeng Meimei's other hand slipped inside her pajamas, grabbing Zeng Beifang's already dazed hand at her waist. She guided it through the pajamas to her chest, pressing it tightly against one of her breasts…

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