My mind was preoccupied with how to move past last night's incident. Lost in thought, time slipped away unnoticed. Glancing at my phone, I saw it was already 8:30. There was no time to tidy up. I hurriedly washed my face and rushed out the door, jumped into my second-hand Haval, and sped towards the office. Luckily, the company wasn't far from home, and I managed to dash in just before nine o'clock.
"What's going on, Xiao Liao? You're always in such a rush every day. Do you have to cut it this close? I've never seen you arrive early even once."
The moment I rushed into the office, Manager Wang was already there, her face stern as she complained loudly.
Her name is Wang Di. She's reportedly thirty-nine, about to turn forty, but she maintains herself incredibly well. Whether it's her figure or her face, she looks to be in her early thirties at most—curves in all the right places, perky where it counts, with great poise. The only unbearable thing about her is that she's such a busybody.
She's the manager of our branch office, though she doesn't have much real authority—mainly just managing discipline and reporting performance to the higher-ups. But this woman takes herself way too seriously, a classic case of wielding a chicken feather as a token of authority. If you're even a minute late, she won't let it slide.
But what can I do? She controls our performance reviews. Can't afford to cross her.
"I'm not late, am I? Please don't get angry; it's bad for your skin," I could only reply with a cheeky grin.
Just then, Li Meng, the receptionist at the front desk, clacked over in her sky-high heels, covering her mouth as she giggled. "Sister Wang, you can't blame Brother Liao for this. Blame his wife for being too beautiful. Brother Liao probably exhausts all his energy on her every night before he's willing to stop."
I shot her an annoyed glare. This girl just graduated last year, dresses like a temptress every day. She's undeniably good-looking, which is why she got the receptionist job, but when she starts joking around, even seasoned veterans can't keep up.
Wang Di's face flushed slightly. She cleared her throat awkwardly and said sternly, "Alright, alright, no fooling around during work hours. Get back to work."
"Brother Liao, go recharge your batteries. Otherwise, your wife might make you kneel on the washboard tonight, hehehe..." Li Meng winked at me, laughing even harder.
I really didn't want to engage with this little minx, so I quickly turned and headed toward my office. Just then, Li Meng's voice called out from behind me again, "Brother Liao, don't forget to put goji berries in your thermos!"
What a joke. I'm only thirty; do I need goji berries already?
But there was no point arguing. I'm no match for this girl when it comes to banter. I'd just be making a spectacle of myself. With a dark expression, I slipped into the office and firmly shut the door.
It's not that my position is high enough to warrant a private office. It's just that our Route Planning Department only has two people, so we share an office.
My office mate is Liu Wei, a forty-three-year-old sleazy middle-aged man. He's the one who told me about wife-swapping. Apparently, he's taken his own wife to participate in that kind of "game" several times.
I've met Liu Wei's wife a few times. She's a schoolteacher, her looks can only be considered slightly above average, but she has a great figure, a very magnetic voice, and carries that distinct teacher's demeanor—a very intellectual woman. Who would have thought she'd engage in such games in private?
Lately, it's the off-season for tourism, so our already slow department has become even more idle. Old Liu simply took a week's leave. Who knows what he's up to? So, the office has naturally become my private domain.
I stretched lazily, leisurely brewed a cup of tea, and only then turned on the computer, planning to sort through some documents. More importantly, I needed to quit that wife-swapping group chat.
This group was also introduced by Old Liu. The members are all couples from our province, nearly a thousand people. They look for suitable partners in there and usually chat about some very explicit topics.
The moment I logged into QQ, the group icon started blinking, showing 999+ messages directly.
"Such lonely people," I sighed, clicking on the group window to quit. But a photo that had just been posted in the group nearly made my nose bleed.
It was a selfie of two couples lying naked on a bed, embracing each other. Though their faces weren't shown, and no critical parts were exposed, for a novice like me who'd never experienced such things, the stimulation was more than enough.
I'd only heard about it before, never actually seen it. Seeing people in the group genuinely doing this kind of thing, even if just in a photo, made my heart race wildly. The moment I saw the photo, my dick stood up uncontrollably.
Trembling, I zoomed in on the photo to examine it carefully. Just then, a knock on the door startled me, making me jump. I hurriedly closed the photo and minimized the group window.
I had just finished doing this when the office door was pushed open.
Li Meng walked in holding an envelope, smiling. "Brother Liao, why are you so nervous? Were you doing something shady alone in the office?"
I subtly adjusted my breathing, silently praying this little girl wouldn't notice anything. Otherwise, the whole company would know.
I put on an act of righteous anger. "You barged in like a ghost, scared the hell out of me."
Li Meng pouted, putting on an innocent, pitiful expression. "What? I clearly knocked. I was kindly delivering your mail, and you're being mean to me."
I snatched the envelope from her, saying irritably, "Thank you. Now go do your work."
The little girl let out an "oh," turned, and walked toward the door. Just before leaving, she suddenly turned back, gave me a playful wink, and whispered, "Brother Liao, don't worry. I won't tell anyone you were secretly browsing porn sites in the office."
That statement almost made me spit out a mouthful of old blood. Before I could get angry, Li Meng had already shut the door tightly and made her escape.
I shook my head helplessly. This little girl is destined for greater things someday. Who knows how many innocent men will fall victim to her.
I took a sip of tea and casually picked up the envelope, tearing it open.
Huh?
I thought it would be some work-related mail, but it turned out to be a photo album, which really puzzled me.
I took out the album and opened it casually. With just one glance, I felt the world spin, as if struck by lightning.
The large album contained only one photo, but the person in it was all too familiar to me—Su Nan, my wife.
In the photo, she was lying naked on her back on a bed, legs spread wide. Between her legs, in that perfectly shaped pink slit, was a thick, dark penis.
I was absolutely certain it wasn't mine. Mine isn't that dark.
I stood there frozen. How many boyfriends my wife had before me, I don't know, and I didn't care to dwell on her past. But the wedding ring on the ring finger of her left hand in the photo clearly indicated this happened after we were married.
Even more terrifying was the look of pure enjoyment on my wife's face in the photo. No one knows that expression better than I do. Was she willing?
Had my wife Su Nan cheated on me?