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Misplaced Marriage: The Mystery of the Wedding Night
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On my wedding night, I was awakened by the urge to pee.
As I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find another person in my bed. It was my boss, Ma Gui Fang.
All I could think about was my wife, Bao Lan. We had known each other for six months and had a whirlwind marriage. I had spent all my money on the wedding. She once said that the Wedding Night was our true beginning.
So, I needed to find Bao Lan first. I took out my phone, ready to dial her number.
Ma Gui Fang, still half-asleep, directly hung up my call: "Who are you calling at this hour?"
"My wife."
"You mean Bao Lan? Why not just call her over to check out our new marriage?"
I was left speechless.
Ma Gui Fang giggled, "It would be best to take a picture together for a keepsake."
I pulled the blanket over myself and sat on the floor. Tears streamed down my face.
Ma Gui Fang kicked me lightly: "Help me find some clothes; I need to take a shower."
"I don’t have any."
"You don’t have any at home? What are you wearing?"
"I only have the groom's outfit."
Ma Gui Fang wrapped herself in the blanket like a dumpling and started rummaging through the other side of the bed. After searching for a long time with no luck, she looked at me with sparkling eyes: "Wei Yiming, you didn’t only buy your wife one outfit, did you?"
I nodded. To save money, I had only bought Bao Lan a silk nightgown. I couldn’t even justify buying one for myself.
Ma Gui Fang pouted: "You prioritize romance over friendship."
"That wasn’t meant for you."
"Hand it over."
"I’m not wearing it."
"I will wear it."
Ma Gui Fang glared at me.
I obediently handed her the clothes.
She took them with a carefree attitude, shaking them out in front of me,
holding them up against herself.
The black silk, smooth as water, contrasted sharply with her fair skin.
She twirled around in front of me,
the hem of the nightgown tracing a graceful arc: "Does it look good?"
"It looks good."
"You got lucky this time."
She swaggered off to the bathroom.
I sat on the edge of the bed, sighing.
Yesterday, we had a wedding celebration here;
I was forced to drink and then lost all memory of what happened.
I vaguely remembered being carried by friends and tossed into the bedroom.
After that, everything was a blur.
From the bathroom came Ma Gui Fang's voice: "Wei Yiming, help me get my clothes."
On our wedding night, I should have been with my wife.
But why was it Manager Ma instead?
I held my head, trying hard to recall.
But my mind was a complete mess.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened.
Ma Gui Fang stood at the doorway in her nightgown.
She was drying her hair and said, "I'm leaving; you don't need to see me off."
With that, she swayed her hips and walked away.
The door opened and then closed again.
The room fell into silence.
I sat on the edge of the bed, stunned.
Ma Gui Fang had left; she had discarded me here.
Just like throwing away trash.
I took out my phone and redialed.
This time, the call connected quickly.
I heard Bao Lan's voice on the other end:
"Honey, come save me, I'm in trouble."
Her voice was laced with tears.
My heart tightened instantly.
Could it be that Bao Lan was in danger...?
I couldn't bear to think further.
I rushed out of the house and ran down the stairs.
As I stood by the roadside trying to hail a taxi, my hands trembled.
In the car, I gripped my phone tightly, my entire body tense.
The driver asked if something was wrong; I glanced at him but said nothing.
I was afraid that if I spoke, tears would spill from my eyes.
Following the address Bao Lan had given me, I found the hotel.
Standing at the door of her room, I raised my hand, ready to knock.
Suddenly, I heard soft sobs coming from inside.
It was Bao Lan's voice.
She was right behind the door.
I slowly lowered my hand.
I couldn't bring myself to knock.
I feared seeing her in despair.
I dreaded facing her tears even more.
I stood outside for a long time.
Inside, Bao Lan's cries came intermittently, filled with deep sorrow and restraint.
Finally, I mustered the courage and raised my hand to knock on the door.
As soon as my knock echoed, her crying stopped.
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