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He discovered that his wife not only loved to dress up but had also become increasingly critical. The once gentle and virtuous Qiu Jingjing had transformed into a nagging, gossiping woman.
One day, during another argument, Qiu Jingjing snapped, "What kind of man are you? You expect me to serve others while you sit back? I'm done living like this!"
He was furious. "At least I'm a driver; I get to enjoy nice meals when I go out with my boss. What about you? You didn't even finish high school. Besides cooking and doing housework, what else can you do? I can earn 8,000 a month while doing nothing at home. What about you?"
Qiu Jingjing, usually not one to raise her voice, lost her temper completely. "Eight thousand a month is nothing! You earn less in six months than Mr. Zhuang gives me in one go..."
The moment those words left her mouth, they both froze. Some things could be done but never spoken of; they must remain hidden.
After a long pause, his eyes turned red with anger as he grabbed Qiu Jingjing by the collar and slapped her four times. "You better explain yourself clearly, or I'll make you regret it!"
Qiu Jingjing surrendered.
He was furious beyond measure. He beat her mercilessly, calling her names and demanding she quit her job at the dealer.
Though bruised and battered, Qiu Jingjing stood her ground. "Who was it that said as the kids grow older, expenses increase and pushed me to work? Don't blame me for your own shortcomings! Fine, I'll quit tomorrow. Let's see how you manage to support this family on your 8,000!"
In the end, he was the one who compromised.
Poverty is the root of all evil.
Qiu Jingjing continued working at the dealer while Mr. Zhuang only came home occasionally, and nothing significant happened between them anymore. However, in his mind, he couldn't shake off the thought that whenever Mr. Zhuang was home, he imagined what might be happening between his wife and Mr. Zhuang. This idea grew more vivid and clearer over time.
Hatred twisted him.
Rather than passively enduring it, he decided to take action.
He began to see Mrs. Zhuang as his target.
He calculated that Mr. Zhuang spent no more than four days a month at home. A woman just over forty—surely she had some desires, both physically and mentally?
To prepare himself for this endeavor, he spent five thousand on a membership at a fitness club. Whenever Mr. Zhuang was away, he had plenty of time to indulge himself. Over time, Mrs. Zhuang noticed something different about him when she used his car; she remarked, "Xiao He, you seem more energetic lately!"
Seizing the opportunity, he casually suggested to the wealthy woman, "Sister, I've been working out lately. Since you don't have much going on either, why not sign up for a class? I can pick you up and even give you some tips!"
It's always good to take a look before deciding.
He Wei took Mrs. Zhuang to the Fitness Club. He first had her sit and watch while he changed into his workout clothes. The masculine aura he exuded made Mrs. Zhuang's eyes light up: his muscles were firm, and his lines were clear and powerful!
Thinking about Mr. Zhuang, who occasionally returned home, she couldn't help but recall how he was covered in soft, flabby flesh. Moreover, in bed, they had both lost their feelings for each other.
As her heart stirred, Mrs. Zhuang felt a rush of emotions. He Wei was skillfully working out on various fitness equipment, showcasing vitality, health, and masculine charm at every turn. Mrs. Zhuang also signed up for a yoga class.
The two often went to the Fitness Club together and returned home as a pair. Sometimes, for convenience, Mrs. Zhuang would wear her tight yoga outfit without changing, accentuating her curves and lines. More importantly, in He Wei's eyes, wealthy women possessed a different kind of allure.
As days passed, the tension grew more intense, and the fire burned hotter. Finally, one day, while practicing in her bedroom, Mrs. Zhuang called out to He Wei to help her with a challenging move.
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