The Wife's Past

A few days ago, I overindulged in a few drinks and sprained my ankle, so I'm resting at home. Spring is in the air, and with nothing to do, I decided to write something to share with you all and hopefully brighten things up.
My wife and I met at the end of 2007. At the time, she worked as a salesperson at a Volkswagen 4S dealership. When I was buying a car, she was my sales consultant. I planned to buy a Phaeton, and she strongly recommended a Touareg. I hesitated several times, but she ultimately prevailed. Naturally, we became acquainted. However, I could clearly sense her subtle disdain and contempt. Perhaps she thought I was too indecisive for my age, like the old and stingy Grandet in Balzac's novel. I felt quite unhappy, but given my wife's natural beauty, I endured it! In fact, when I first met my wife, I was completely captivated by her stunning beauty; her looks and temperament were exactly like Tang Wei's. She was slightly shorter than Tang Wei, but her proportions were excellent. Her fair, smooth skin, delicate breasts, slender waist, and playfully pert bottom, combined with her work clothes, made her both intellectual and captivating. Beautiful girls always make it hard to be too calculating. About seven or eight days later, the bank loan was approved, and I was informed I could pick up the car anytime. I hoped to invite my wife for a drink as a thank you when I picked it up. I'm a year older than her, and neither of us is married; I wanted to see if there was any possibility of a relationship. Therefore, I deliberately went to pick up the car in the late afternoon, just before leaving get off work. After completing all the formalities, it was already past closing time. However, just as I was about to invite her, a gentleman next to me got up and draped a coat over his wife, saying gently, "Finally finished, you must be tired." This man appeared to be around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, impeccably dressed, with a confident, even arrogant, air about him. He seemed to think that my presence required no polite formality whatsoever. My wife, however, sensed something amiss and quickly introduced us. After a few pleasantries, we rose, said our goodbyes, and took our leave. Watching them walk away, I felt a pang of loss. I lit a cigarette, smoked silently for a while, and pondered that such situations were commonplace in today's society; why hold a grudge?
Perhaps I harbored a hint of sour grapes. Thinking this way, I felt at peace. Just as I was about to leave, a 5.0 Land Rover, carrying my wife, roared up, kicking up dust as it sped away. Like its owner, it was imposing and ostentatious. Later, I learned that this gentleman was a real estate tycoon, with an 11-year-old wife, and they were already married. The wife was merely one of his lovers. She hadn't been with him long before discovering he was married. She was filled with shame and anger, but it was all in vain; she only suffered humiliation. The boss, however, shamelessly pursued her. Left with no other choice, the wife reluctantly gave in, enduring several more humiliations before it finally ended. But that's a story for later. This serves as an introduction; the following section begins with _______ the wife's first night.

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