Ever since my wife, Tang Jia, was promoted to Finance Manager at our company, she's been working late almost every day, sometimes all night long. Sometimes, the General Manager even calls her overtime on weekends. Tang Jia claims to be incredibly stressed and constantly busy, but I'm not sure if she's actually working overtime.
But I can't help but wonder: a woman who works all night long, never even going home, and Tang Jia is so beautiful and has such a great figure, spending all day and night with men and women, it was only a matter of time before something bad happened. You know, my wife, Tang Jia, is a classic white, wealthy, and beautiful woman, with a slim waist, long legs, and stunning features. She was the campus belle in college, and after graduation and starting work, she's been pursued by a constant stream of admirers. As far as I know, one of her senior colleagues is still obsessed with her.
Although I had my doubts, this was Tang Jia's job after all. She now earned three hundred thousand yuan a year, and her family and her down payment and monthly mortgage payments were all paid for by her family. My meager monthly salary barely covered the basics. I couldn't even speak in front of Tang Jia and her family, and I couldn't even stand up straight. So, I could only complain inwardly, not daring to say a word.
That evening, Tang Jia returned home exhausted a little after eleven o'clock. She glanced at me, who was lying on the sofa watching TV, and said, "I'm so tired! You're still awake?" Then, she placed her purse and phone on the coffee table, dug a set of clean underwear from the closet, and in front of me, she took off her coat and went to the bathroom in her pajamas to shower.
Just as Tang Jia opened the door and entered the bathroom, I inadvertently glanced over at her and vaguely saw a mark on her buttocks. It was red, like a slap mark, but it could also be the mark of sitting for too long. Seeing the mark, I jumped up from the sofa. Holy shit, what the hell? If it was a slap mark, something was definitely wrong.
Thinking about Tang Rou's indifferent attitude toward me since she got a promotion and a raise, I seriously suspected she was having an affair. She was becoming increasingly disinterested and distant, even stopping short of sex. Every time I tried, she'd refuse, citing exhaustion as an excuse. It had been three months since I'd had sex.
I was about to chase her into the bathroom to see what was going on. If it was indeed a slap mark, it was practically certain Tang Jia was cheating on her, and she'd even tolerated another man slapping her butt. Just then, Tang Jia's phone on the coffee table vibrated. I grabbed it and checked. It was an unfamiliar number from Shanghai, with no name displayed.
It was probably a sales call; I often received these kinds of harassing calls myself, so I hung up. But shortly after I hung up, a text message arrived. The message's content made my head go numb, and a chill ran down my spine.
The message was from that unknown number. It read: "Dear, when are you going to kill your husband?"
My scalp tingled. Holy shit! Murdering my own husband? Did Tang Jia hate me so much that she needed to murder me along with her adulterer? What would she gain from that?
My body went cold, my heart aching with anxiety. Even in the middle of summer, I felt a piercing chill. Tang Rou had definitely cheated on me. Even if she didn't want to be with me anymore, she could have just filed for divorce. Was it necessary to physically destroy me?
Just as I was trembling with fear, pondering this, Tang Jia emerged from the bathroom, bathrobe in her bathrobe. She glanced at me, seeing me staring blankly at her phone. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, and she asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you out of your mind? What are you doing with my phone? Is someone calling me?"
Tang Jia's eyes were not right. Perhaps I was harboring suspicions. Suddenly, looking at Tang Jia, I felt like she was the one about to murder my husband. A chill ran down my spine.
"Someone called you and sent you a text. Take a look yourself." With a cold expression, I handed the phone to Tang Jia. As she reached for it, my hand trembled, and anger and fear welled up in me.
Tang Jia took the phone, unlocked it, and opened the message. Her eyes widened at the sight of it, her breathing quickened, and her hands and feet began to tremble. She exclaimed in fury, "Who the hell is this? You're pulling a prank like this so late at night! It's so deceptive!"
Prank? Who would pull such a prank in the middle of the night? I sneered, remaining silent, waiting to see how Tang Jia would explain and justify herself.
"Honey, this is definitely a prank. Don't fall for it," Tang Jia said, her face flushed with anxiety. "Some people these days are incredibly dark. They don't want others to be happy, and they can't stand seeing others living better than themselves. You don't know, but after I got promoted, many people in our company were secretly saying bad things about me. To put it bluntly, it's all jealousy."
There's some truth to this argument, but it's a bit far-fetched. Jealousy alone warrants such a prank? This is a recipe for disaster.
"Really? Do you know who might have sent this text?" I asked sternly, my face vacuous, waiting for Tang Jia to explain further.
Tang Jia said angrily, "It's very likely someone in our department, but I can't say for sure. Wait, I'll call and find out who the bastard is."
Tang Jia then called back, putting the call on speakerphone, but no one answered. Tang Jia's expression grew increasingly grim. It was hard to describe.
"If you don't answer the phone, there's nothing I can do to you." Tang Jia hung up angrily and sent a text message to the other party. It read: "Who are you? Why are you trying to hurt me? If you have the guts, answer the phone. I want to see your true face."
After sending the text, the other party didn't reply. Silent, as if dead. Tang Jia tried calling several more times, but the other party didn't answer. She stamped her feet in anger.
"Fang Wen, don't take it personally. This is definitely a prank. The purpose is to sow discord between us and plant a thorn in your heart." Tang Jia looked at me and explained.
I nodded, unsure whether to continue trusting her. Suddenly, I remembered the faint mark I'd seen on Tang Jia's butt. I stood up, walked behind her, and put my arms around her waist. With a false tone, I said, "Honey, I believe you. We haven't been intimate in ages. Give me one tonight."
Tang Jia has a great figure, with a slim waist and perky hips. Her butt is incredibly plump and soft, and every time I touch it, I react. Therefore, my favorite way to penetrate her is from behind. Every time I ride inside her, the sight of her captivating back and crossed legs fills me with an irresistible sense of accomplishment.
"Again? Why are you like a gluttonous little cat? I can't stop you. Hurry up and shower. Wait for me in bed when you're done." Tang Jia turned her head and smiled gently at me. This time, she didn't use fatigue as an excuse. Was she feeling guilty?
However, my real motive was to see if the slap mark on Tang Jia's butt was real. If I didn't find out, I'd definitely lose sleep tonight. I fumbled slowly, gently removing Tang Rou's bathrobe. I lowered my head to look at Tang Jia's buttocks. Strangely, I didn't see any slap marks. They were white and still as firm and perky as ever.
Was I dazzled? But my eyesight has always been good, so how could I have been wrong? Or maybe after a shower, the slap marks weren't deep enough and gradually faded away? I was filled with doubts. That mysterious text message and that vague slap mark had become a source of anxiety, but I didn't know where to begin to find answers.