"Have you still been chatting with Liu Wei lately?" I asked.
My wife rolled her eyes and replied with annoyance, "With someone who gets jealous at the drop of a hat, how would I dare? We haven't been in touch for days."
I chuckled awkwardly and said, "That's not what I meant. Liu Wei had a falling out with our manager and quit. Did you know?"
"I had no idea. How did that happen?" she asked, genuinely surprised. Her expression showed she truly didn't know, confirming she really hadn't been in contact with Liu Wei recently.
"It's complicated, so I won't go into details. Anyway, he's starting his own business now and probably won't have much free time to hang out with us for a while," I explained.
"He's lost his job, and that's what you're thinking about?" She shot me another glare, then bit her lip hesitantly before adding, "Brother Liu's family doesn't seem to be doing too well. Does he have enough money to start a business? Honey, maybe we should help him."
My wife's reaction was exactly what I expected. She values relationships deeply and doesn't care much about money—otherwise, she wouldn't have married a poor guy like me, who came from the countryside with nothing.
That's also why I dared to offer Liu Wei a loan without discussing it with my wife first—I knew she would do the same.
"I already offered, but he refused," I said.
"Oh." She lowered her head, lost in thought.
"Nannan, what I meant was, maybe we should find a few more couples to play with," I suggested.
Hearing this, she looked up and stared at me with a complicated expression. After a long pause, she finally spoke, "Liao Fan, in your eyes, have I already become a shameless, loose woman?"
My wife rarely calls me by my full name. When she does, it means she's truly angry.
"Nannan, why would you say that?" My heart sank, and I quickly sat up.
"The only reason I agreed to play wife-swapping with you was because I felt guilty about what happened with Li Tao. I wanted to make it up to you. Later, when I took the initiative to chat with Brother Liu and even invited them to our home, it was partly because I genuinely thought he and his wife were good people, and since he's your friend, I could accept it. The other part was that I was trying my best to cooperate with you, to become more open-minded. But that doesn't mean I've become someone who's available to anyone, letting you do whatever you want." Her emotions flared as she spoke, her eyes already misty and her voice trembling.
Her words left me at a loss. I tried to pull her into my arms, but she pushed me away. The mist in her eyes had turned into tears, silently streaming down her cheeks.
"Nannan, please don't cry. That's not what I meant." I panicked and hurriedly tried to comfort her.
At the same time, I scolded myself inwardly. For my wife, who has always been conservative, accepting Liu Wei and his wife without reservation was already an unimaginable breakthrough. How could I suggest finding other couples so soon, completely disregarding her feelings?
"Don't cry, don't cry. I was just discussing it with you. If you don't agree, that's fine. Just pretend I never said it, okay?" I pleaded repeatedly, feeling utterly helpless. My wife's tears had a devastating effect on me.
My wife stared at me through her tears, her eyes filled with conflict and struggle. Her heart must have been in turmoil at that moment, wrestling with intense inner turmoil.
After a long while, she stopped crying and said between sobs, "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know why I got so emotional, but I really can't handle too much all at once. It's my problem, I'm sorry."
I quickly pulled her into my arms, and this time, she didn't resist.
"It's not your fault. I was too impatient and didn't consider your feelings. I'm the one who's sorry," I apologized in the gentlest voice I could muster.
Gradually, her sobs subsided, and she lay silently in my arms, lost in thought.
Holding her close, I gently stroked her delicate shoulders, trying my best to offer some comfort.
"I'm sorry, honey. I'll try to change myself gradually. Just give me some time, okay?" she finally spoke after what felt like an eternity.
"You know, Nannan, I would never force you into anything. You don't have to change yourself deliberately for me," I said softly.
We fell into silence after that.
That night, I held my wife as we slept. She seemed lost in thought, only drifting off to sleep very late into the night. I knew her heart must have been tormented, and I felt overwhelmed with guilt, barely closing my eyes all night. Perhaps she had never been interested in the idea of wife-swapping from the start. Maybe agreeing to swap with Liu Wei and his wife was just her way of making up for her guilt toward me.
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The next day, I sat drowsily in my office, yawning repeatedly. The conversation with my wife the night before had left me sleepless, leaving me utterly exhausted today.
Without Liu Wei around to chat with, the office felt unusually cold and quiet.
Just as I was about to doze off, a ding-dong notification from QQ jolted me awake—the distinctive sound of a friend request.
Rubbing my bleary eyes, I opened the message. It was a man named "Prince of the Night" adding me, with the source showing as the "Wife-Swapping Exchange Group."
As soon as I accepted the request, he sent a message: "Hello, brother! Are you from Yuncheng?"
I wasn't in the mood to respond, but then I thought, since I was alone in the office with nothing to do, chatting with someone might be a good way to kill time.
So, I replied: "Yes, I am. And you?"
He seemed eager and replied immediately: "I'm from Yuncheng too! I'm currently studying at a university out of town, but I'll be back for summer vacation soon. I just wanted to ask—do you accept single men?"
At that moment, I finally understood why someone had added me out of the blue. So, he was trying to get something for nothing? Was he kidding?
Why would I agree to such a lopsided deal?
Let someone like him enjoy my beautiful wife for free?
I couldn't help but grumble inwardly.
Without hesitation, I replied with a firm "No" and was about to block him. But before I could, he sent several messages in quick succession:
"Wait, brother!"
"I won't take advantage of you for free. I have a girlfriend."
"It's just... there's a small issue."
"Take a look at my girlfriend first."
He then sent four or five photos in a row. The pictures showed a very innocent-looking young girl, dressed in sportswear in all of them. Based on the background, she seemed to be on a sports field, holding a badminton racket and striking various poses, radiating youthful energy and vitality.
The girl's figure couldn't be described as sexy—it was more slender and well-proportioned. She wore her hair in a ponytail, looking neat and efficient. Though she wore no makeup, her delicate features were still exceptionally pleasing to the eye. She was a classic campus beauty, at least at the level of the prettiest girl in her class. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, silently noting this to myself.
Just then, the other party grew impatient and sent a message: "Brother, what do you think of my girlfriend?"
I carefully examined the photos again before replying: "Very beautiful."
The other party immediately responded: "Brother, can I see your wife then?"
I smiled faintly and sent a few photos of my wife, then waited quietly for the expected exclamations and compliments.
Sure enough, it didn't take long before the anticipated reaction arrived: "Wow, your wife is so beautiful! She's practically a goddess, brother. You're really lucky."
I couldn't help but chuckle. Calling me "brother" and my wife "sister"—wouldn't "sister-in-law" be more appropriate?
I couldn't help but feel a bit of interest in this sweet-talking little guy.
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