Marriage Men and Women (also known as Divorced Men and Women or Fallen Leaves) 3 (Celebrity Adult Fiction)

3. The Sea of ​​Desire

Every time a person goes against reason, he will be punished by reason.

— Hobbes

This is how things work between men and women. Once it happens the first time, the second time will be a natural thing.

A few days later on the weekend, Ms. A invited me to her home. In order to invite me to a warm world of two, she specially sent her son to her parents' house, took leave from get off work early, went home and cooked a table full of delicious meals. She was very considerate. Before I got off work, she called me and asked me how long I would arrive so that she could put the food in the pot.

Ms. A's home is a small one-and-a-half-bedroom house built in the 1980s and 1990s, with a total area of ​​no more than 60 square meters. The dining room and living room are shared, and there is a master bedroom which is about ten square meters in size. It is full with a double bed and a large wardrobe. There is also a small room with a single bed and a small desk, which is her son's room. The house had only undergone the simplest decoration, but it was very clean, tidy and spotless, which was pleasing to the eye.

This is what housewives who know how to live are like. They can use their wisdom and hard work to make the best use of limited material conditions. Before I got divorced, although the area of ​​my house was three times that of Ms. A's, my ex-wife never cleaned the house, so the responsibility of cleaning the room fell on my shoulders. But I am a man after all, and I am busy with work. No matter how hard I try, I can't be as attentive as a woman. So, my home always looks untidy. Later, when the relationship between my husband and I deteriorated, I no longer considered that home as my own and refused to do housework. That home became increasingly dirty and messy. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a "doghouse."

When Girl A saw me, she first kissed me passionately, then helped me change my slippers, pulled me to the table and asked me to sit down. The food on the table was still steaming and the wine had already been poured.

Facing the table full of sumptuous food, I was so excited that I was speechless, and my heart was filled with sincere gratitude to her. Yes, I am grateful to her. I have never enjoyed such treatment in my ten years of marriage. My ex-wife is not only a dead fish in bed and a rich lady in the shopping mall, but she is also incredibly lazy. I have to weigh all the pots and pans in the house. It has been the same day for ten years, and I am so annoyed. But there is nothing I can do. Who can make me be honest? If she doesn't do it, someone has to do it, and that person has to be me.

Ms. A raised her glass, looked at me lovingly, and said, "Shoujie, it's not easy for us to meet. You said there are so many men and women in Beijing, but we can get together by chance. I like you and you appreciate me. It's a happy ending after all the hardships. From now on, we must get along well and live a good life. Come, cheers to tomorrow!"

"Yes, cheers to tomorrow!" I also picked up the wine glass, clinked it with it, and drank the clear wine in the glass in one gulp. I felt really refreshed. After putting down the cup, I looked at girl A, who only took a small sip. It doesn't matter. Few women like to drink, and I don't like to rudely persuade others to drink. As long as they have fun, it's fine.

"Come, try the braised pork I made. This is my specialty. Try it, I guarantee it will be different from what you eat elsewhere." Girl A picked up a few pieces of braised pork and put them in my bowl, then looked at me. That look is full of tenderness and sweetness.

I ate a piece and it was really fragrant and delicious, it tasted great. I couldn't help but exclaimed repeatedly: "Delicious, delicious!" After that, I stuffed another piece into my mouth.

Ms. A looked at my greedy appearance with a smile, and filled my glass with wine, then filled her own glass, stood up and suggested: "Shoujie, let's drink a toast. After drinking this cup, we will be relatives who care about each other."

I quickly swallowed the piece of meat in my mouth, picked up the wine glass, stood up, looked at her, and drank the cup of wine with her. Ms. A couldn't drink much, and she choked after drinking and coughed twice. I quickly fed her some food and wine with caring eyes, and then helped her touch her chest.

Suddenly, she looked up at me and asked, "Shoujie, do you love me?"

"I love you!" I said this without thinking.

Having just emerged from the siege, I am not good at acting in front of women. Saying the three words "I love you" means that I am serious and not joking at all. Yes, I feel so happy with her, not because she brings me ecstasy sex, but because she makes me feel the warmth of family life.

Looking at the expectant eyes of girl A, I thought to myself: Isn’t she the one I’m looking for? She brought up a table full of hot and delicious food in a timely manner, and asked me in advance what I liked to eat - but I couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time, because no one had ever asked this question in the past ten years of marriage; when I cooked, I always asked her what she wanted to eat, and never considered what I wanted to eat, so I didn't even remember what I liked to eat, so I had to tell her "whatever" - isn't this the feeling of home? Isn’t this what it feels like to be a wife? Isn't it just for this that I jumped out of that devil's cave?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be so moved that tears welled up in my eyes. A man has been ignored for more than ten years, and suddenly one day, a beautiful woman comes out to respect him. Tell me, how can I not be moved? It's like the first ray of dawn that appears on the horizon after the polar night. I have experienced so many long and cold winter nights that when I saw the dawn, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

After eating and drinking, the single man and woman couldn't wait to go to bed. Everyone held the idea of ​​"working hard, striving for the best, and working hard and fast", and in the blink of an eye, they took off all their clothes.

The second time I went to bed, I wasn’t as reserved and timid as the first time. The little brother was surprisingly excited and had already become hard like an iron rod.


I lay comfortably on the bed and girl A started to give me a blowjob again. This time, her technique was more proficient - not improved, but she was still reserved the first time, but this time she let go completely.


Her hot and wet tongue moved all over my body, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, arousing me so much that my little brother swayed up and down and left and right like a dancer, but he always stood firm!


It is just as it is said: A mature woman licks the pine tree, and the pine tree is tall and straight. If you want to know how hard it is, wait until you enter it.

Girl A continued to lick my whole body devotedly, not only my penis and balls, but even my toes, soles of my feet and even my anus were sucked by her again and again.


WK, where have we ever been treated like this? It feels like being an emperor! Especially the licking of the butt hole, it was so comfortable that it felt like torture, making me scream with pleasure while enjoying it. While screaming, I was thinking, what a turn of events, now it's finally my turn to be the dead fish, haha!

However, after getting excited, I couldn't help but have some doubts: To have such a skilled technique, how many times must it have been honed? Just like me, I have watched a lot of pornographic and third-level films, but I just watched and masturbated. When it comes to real action, I never dared to think about those difficult moves.


How did you develop such good oral skills? The most frightening thing during sex is distraction. Once you think about these things, your little brother will immediately become soft.


Girl A was originally ready to sit on me, but when she saw that my little brother had become soft, she had to change her training method. She squatted on me and rubbed her little sister gently; it seemed to be there and not there, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. The younger brother naturally likes the younger sister, and after a while of loving each other, he regains his vigor.


This time it was amazing. I don't know why it lasted so long, probably more than thirty minutes. During this time, I tried many positions under her guidance: willow roots, lotus poking sideways, lily blossoms, Guanyin meditating, old man pushing a cart... After trying them all, my little brother never ejaculated, as if he was like the Great Wall that will never fall down.

I was sweating all over and was out of breath; while girl A reached orgasm one after another under the fierce attack of my little brother.


When she reached orgasm for the first time, I habitually pulled out my little brother - because when I was doing it with that dead fish before, I had to come out as soon as she said "ah ah", no matter whether I had reached or not. Therefore, like the dog raised by the Russian scientist Pavlov, I have developed a conditioned reflex. When I see a woman, I scream "ah ah" and get ready to piss and shit.


Unexpectedly, girl A immediately turned over, knelt down, and stuck her butt out to meet him!

This reminder reminded me, oh yeah! Now that we are liberated and have met Chairman Mao, we serfs have risen up and become masters of our own destiny! Then, with a "puff" sound, a second person entered the Dragon Palace.


While doing it, I sang in my heart:

Dispel the dark clouds and see the sun

How broad is the road of revolution

The liberated serfs sing

The song of happiness spreads everywhere...

More than half an hour of ups and downs and dancing made girl A scream out "ah ah" several times.

During half an hour, the two of them were having so much fun that even the sheets and quilts were soaked with sweat.

After all the trouble, both A and I were exhausted. I lit a cigarette and looked at her triumphantly, feeling very pleased with my outstanding performance.


Girl A was lying next to me, panting heavily, and said to me contentedly: "Shoujie, I didn't expect you to be so good! It was so comfortable just now!"

I'm not surprised at my ability to outlast others. I am usually an endurance athlete. Not only am I patient when doing things, I also have great endurance when exercising: I can swim seven or eight kilometers without resting, and I can easily finish half a marathon when running.


So I'm not surprised that this situation lasted so long, I should have been able to do it. However, when I was with my ex-wife, I never had the chance to display my fighting ability.

"How many times did you orgasm just now?" I wanted to verify how strong I was, so I calmly asked her, "I felt that you moaned several times in a row just now, did you orgasm several times?"

Ms. A blushed and nodded quickly and said to me, "Yes! Five times! You made me orgasm five times!" After that, she hugged me and kissed me hard a few times, and said ecstatically, "Shoujie, you are really a perfect gift from God to me!"

Although I was satisfied with my fighting ability, I still couldn't believe it when she said that it reached five times. I asked, "Why so many? How is this possible? Am I that strong?"

Girl A was still not satisfied and replied, "Yes, Shoujie, you are too strong, you don't know how great you are! Your hardness and duration are both amazing, did you know that? Just now you made me orgasm and then climax, one after another, it was so comfortable, I have never felt so comfortable before!"

After hearing her heartfelt praise, I felt delighted. I took a deep puff of cigarette and exhaled with satisfaction, thinking: Alas, it’s the same Li Shoujie, with the same fighting power, but in the eyes of my ex-wife it became my shameful shortcoming and a manifestation of my animal nature; but in the eyes of Ms. A it became the reason for her ecstasy, the fighting “chicken” among “chickens”. People are really different. If I had known this, I should have divorced Ms. A five years ago and gone to find her. Five years ago, she must have been 27 or 28 years old. How charming she must have been!


Thinking of this, I leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out a tissue, wanting to wipe the body fluids from my lower body. But girl A stopped my hand and said, "You don't have to wipe it, I'll lick it for you." After that, she got up and lay on my little brother, carefully licking the remaining body fluids on the gun clean. Damn, what a stunning beauty. It’s so fucking great to be with her.

I didn't leave that night. We rested for a while and then did it again before falling asleep in each other's arms. In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by a feeling of comfort in my lower body. When I opened my eyes, I saw her sucking my little brother. So, I did it again while half asleep and half awake. We did it countless times throughout the night, each time lasting twenty to thirty minutes. When the rooster started crowing, I fell asleep exhausted.

The next day was Saturday. I woke up from my sleep and looked at the clock. It was almost 11 o'clock. Girl A had already gotten up. I called her a few times but no one answered. I touched her body and found that the body fluids that we had secreted before dawn were still sticky on her. So I went to the bathroom with my upper body naked and took a hot bath.


When I was washing, I felt like there was nothing in my lower body, as if there was a kind of empty pain; and my diamond drill was also feeling a little hot from drilling several times the night before.


I thought to myself: Well, it's okay to be crazy once in a while, but if I keep doing this, my diamond will be scrapped prematurely.

After washing, I went back to the bedroom, got dressed and came to the living room, only then I noticed that breakfast was already prepared and placed on the dining table. A bowl of pickled mustard tuber and shredded pork noodles with a fried egg in it; and a cup of milk, still warm. Suddenly, a warm feeling welled up in my heart again, and I recalled my dark life in the past - in the past ten years, no one had ever prepared breakfast for me!

After breakfast, I washed the dishes and smoked another cigarette. After a while, she came back with two plastic bags in her hands. There was a fish, some vegetables, a braised duck, and a few cans of beer in them.

Watching her graceful figure as she walked in, I suddenly felt that she was the best and most beautiful woman in the world. I suddenly had an urge to hug her and cry.

I stood up, hugged her and kissed her deeply for a long time. Then, I held up her beautiful oval face and said to her with tears in my eyes: "Wife, my wife, I feel that we met too late... Why did we meet so late? I really hate myself, why didn't I find you five years ago, or even... why didn't I find you ten years ago, how happy would we be then?"

I am not like some people who can casually call anyone "husband" or "wife". Once I call woman A "wife", it means that I have completely accepted her from the bottom of my heart. She is my wife who has not yet obtained a marriage certificate. She is my only one and my dearest one.

I held back the tears that were about to burst out and continued, "Wife, do you know that if we had met each other ten years ago, neither you nor I would have suffered so much, endured so much misfortune, and endured so much torture and grievances..."

Having said this, I couldn't hold back any longer, and big tears finally rolled down my cheeks.

At this moment, Ms. A acted like an older sister. After listening to my heart-wrenching confession, although she couldn't help wiping away tears, she still comforted me and said, "Look, Shoujie, it's not too late for us to meet now, isn't it? We are both in our early thirties, still relatively young, and we will spend half a century together in the future, right? The sufferings we suffered in the past can be regarded as paying off our debts from our previous lives. Now that the debts have been paid off, we will be happy, right? You have to think positively, right?"

"Yeah, yes, yes!" I was even more moved by these words. I couldn't say anything except nodding in agreement. Then, the two hugged each other tightly, using their body temperature to warm each other's bodies. I stroked her long, slightly curly hair and vowed to myself that I would be good to her, give her happiness, and care for her in the future.

I don't know how long we held each other, she gently pushed me and said, "Okay, Shoujie, I still have to cook."

I quickly let go of her, wiped the tears from my face, and went to the kitchen with her to cook. But she pushed me aside and said to me: "The kitchen is too small, I can do it myself, Shoujie, you go watch TV."

I sat on the sofa, pressing the remote control mindlessly, with no intention of watching the show at all. Seeing her busy in the kitchen, I felt happy and touched. At the same time, I thought to myself that I had really misjudged her before. She might be a little materialistic, but she was really good to me. She was truly a suitable wife and a woman worthy of my love. Although we are poor and have a child, just because of her concern for me, as a grown man, I should give her and her son a happy and fulfilling life, right?

I was in an unusually good mood during those days, not only because of the intoxicating physical intercourse every night and her meticulous care for me, but more importantly, she brought me hope, huge hope, which gave me sweet visions of my future life.

Hope, hope, hope that I haven’t had in ten years…

On the third day, which was Sunday, I took the initiative to take her to the Financial Street Shopping Center and bought her a Ports dress and a pair of AEEE high heels, spending more than three thousand yuan.

Girl A is 1.70 meters tall and has a great figure, a slender waist, long thighs, fair skin, long wavy dark chestnut hair, and a beautiful dress. She is a perfect match! When I was trying on clothes, the sales clerks and customers nearby couldn't help but come over to look at this natural beauty, proudly showing off her graceful figure to me.

Seeing the envious eyes of others, I couldn't help but feel again how lucky I was to have met her. When paying the bill, I didn't feel the slightest bit of reluctance. Instead, I felt very comfortable: I think she deserves it.

When she returned home in the evening, Ms. A still couldn't get rid of the pleasure of shopping. After taking a shower, she put on her new clothes and walked like a catwalk for me. Her every move, every frown and smile, is full of the professional qualities of a model. Every turn, every gait, and even every pause is perfect, and her whole body exudes beauty.

Seeing her satisfaction and intoxication, I was also very happy, and the smile seemed to be engraved on my face and could not be wiped off. While I was happy, I couldn't help but think: Her ex-husband is simply sick. He has a beautiful, gentle and virtuous wife at home, but instead of loving her, he went out to cheat on her! If this isn't something wrong with your brain, then what is this? But then I thought, if he wasn't sick, how could it be my turn to enjoy this fairy? If you think about it, you will feel relieved.

Seeing that I was very interested, Girl A took out her other clothes and showed them to me one by one. I looked at her with a smile, thinking to myself, “A man will die for his best friend, and a woman will dress up for the one who pleases her.” This is absolutely true.

The small room is always filled with happiness and sweetness.

Our private fashion show lasted over an hour. In an excited state, Ms. A probably recalled her youth and took out her old photo albums to show me. Alas, ten years ago, she could be described as stunningly beautiful, with pure eyes and a sweet expression.

Looking at these photos of her, I thought to myself: What a loss I have, why didn’t I meet her then? This woman is beautiful, virtuous, and affectionate. She has a great figure, looks, and skills in bed. She is simply perfect. How happy would I be if we had been together when we were young? How much less suffering would she suffer? At least, I, Li Shoujie, a natural born homebody, will never cheat on her even if I am beaten to death.

However, I didn't feel anything at first, but when I compared her with old photos, I found that she was old after all. Although she still has charm, her eyes are a little complicated and her bags under her eyes are faintly visible. However, I don't mind her being old. I am no longer young either. I am content to meet her now, even if it is just the end of my youth.

While flipping through the photo album, she told me the stories behind each photo: which one was taken when she participated in a competition, which one was taken when she was a hostess at the 11th Asian Games, which one was reported in the newspaper, and so on. And I kept commenting, sighing, and imagining her youth, her beauty, and her innocence.

As I was flipping through the pages, suddenly a few nude photos caught my eye and my eyes widened in shock.

Girl A panicked and snatched the album away.

I used to be an honest man. Now, although I am not so honest after being trained by Ms. A, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. An honest man who has become dishonest is much more honest than a born cunning man. After all, our honesty is in our bones. The more dishonest we learn, the more dishonest we become. What remains is still the original honest stuff. Of course, with the passage of time, we have fewer and fewer original and honest products, and more and more dishonest products, but that is a story for later.

So when I saw those nude photos, I was shocked. Although girl A snatched it away, I saw it with real eyes. After all, I was planning to start a family and live with her for the rest of my life, not just have sex with her and then go our separate ways. So, of course I have to care about these things and I can't help but ask more questions.

And my calculations are not too demanding. Although I am also a second-hand man, my history is absolutely clean. The first woman I met in my life was my ex-wife. I was seduced by her when I was in my early 20s. After that, I have been a stay-at-home guy at home. I have never had a first love or an old lover, never had a workplace romance, never had a one-night stand, and never visited a prostitute. I have been a virgin for more than ten years. I could almost change my name to Li Shouzhen. Therefore, although I am labeled as a second-hand man, my history of interacting with the opposite sex is probably cleaner than that of many unmarried men today.

So, it’s not that I’m narrow-minded, I just don’t want to marry a promiscuous woman who has been with countless men, and I don’t want to have men coming and going after marriage, and everyone giving me a green military cap to wear. I at least need to know what kind of people the other person has experienced before me, whether these people will continue to pester me, and how she plans to deal with this entanglement.

Unable to withstand my repeated questioning, Ms. A had to admit: "That was a photo taken by an ex-boyfriend of mine. I broke up with him a long time ago."

"How long have you been apart?" I continued to ask.

"It's been several years." Girl A replied: "We haven't been in touch for a long time."

I looked at the photo again and felt that she was not telling the truth. Judging by how much she has aged in the photos, I would guess that these photos are no older than a year or two.

But on second thought, after all, it's all in the past. Ms. A is so beautiful, and she's been single for five or six years after being divorced. It's definitely not a blank slate in the past, so it's inevitable that she's had a boyfriend or two. Now that she has met me, if I can provide her with security and care, maybe she will be willing to be with me wholeheartedly. Besides, she is already at this age, even if she has been promiscuous in the past, she must want to settle down now; otherwise, in a few years, her beauty will be completely gone, and her second half of life will be miserable. Why not give her a chance?

Thinking of this, I felt a little relieved and stopped asking any more questions.

But girl A thought I was unhappy, so she took the initiative to tell me about her history with that boyfriend. I learned from her that the man was 5 years younger than her and was still unmarried.

When I heard this, I suddenly remembered the article I saw online before, which was an autobiography of a 28-year-old divorced woman who worked for a sunny boss. I muttered to myself: Damn, that post couldn’t have been written by her, right?

So I immediately asked, "Is your ex-boyfriend... a big boss?"

"Well, it's not that big... Anyway, I'm in business, building materials business."

"Is it... a returnee?"

"What? A sea turtle?" Lady A was stunned for a moment, then understood: "What sea turtle? He is not a scholar, just a businessman from Wenzhou, with some money, but not much education."

"Oh..." I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she was not that woman, and her attitude was quite honest, not exaggerating. So, I said, "That girl has no intention of marrying you. Why would an unmarried man in his twenties date a divorced woman with children? You've been fooled."

Unexpectedly, my words hurt Ms. A's self-esteem. She immediately retorted without thinking: "Humph, how can you say that he fooled me? I am also an attractive woman. There is no reason for him not to be obsessed with me. Besides, if he really wants to play with me, who knows who will play with whom. When he was with me, I did doubt his motives, so I always asked him to pay for me. When it comes to sex, we are both experienced people, and I need it, so this matter can't be said to be fooled."

"What?" Ms. A's words made me gasp, and I wondered why this woman settled accounts like this? Knowing that it won't work out, you still stay with someone, spend their money, pay for sex, and pay for sex. Isn't this almost the same as disguised prostitution?

This superfluous explanation destroyed all the good impression I had of her. My face immediately became serious and ugly.

Ms. A noticed that my demeanor was not right, and immediately changed her story: "At that time, although I had some doubts about him, I still thought that if I tried hard to attract him and treat him well, I might be able to move him. So I was very emotional at that time and was wholeheartedly looking forward to getting married."

"Then why did they break up in the end?" I asked.

"Alas, his family objected, saying that it was a loss for an unmarried young man to marry a divorced woman with children like me, so we broke up. In fact, he was reluctant to let me go, but there was nothing he could do. His parents would never allow it." At this point, Ms. A seemed to feel that she had said something wrong and had belittled herself a little, so she quickly added, "Later, he came to me many times, trying to persuade me to change my mind and start over with him, but I didn't want to. I was sad. A good horse doesn't turn back to the good grass."

After hearing her self-aggrandizing addition, I didn't believe it at all. Men become more clever as they get older. How can they become dumber as they get older? If an unmarried man is not in very bad condition, then it is possible that he will be attracted to your body and want to continue to maintain a physical relationship with you; but as for marrying you, it is probably difficult.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that it is a terrible thing for a woman to boast about her beauty every day. It means that she has subconsciously regarded her beauty as a kind of capital, and is likely to use this capital to exchange for something. When I think about my life with my ex-wife, I feel more and more that this kind of boasting is actually to seek a psychological advantage, trying to make the man feel ashamed of himself, and thus achieve the purpose of controlling this man.

Seeing that I still looked worried, Ms. A quickly changed the subject. She first praised me as an "honest man", and then said that there were many people introducing potential partners to her, including wealthy bosses, powerful officials, and international friends who came from far away to see her. She was just like the rich girl in the embroidery building, looking at the crowds of admirers downstairs, but looking down on any of them. But he fell in love with me at first sight when he saw me from afar, because I give people a sense of security at first sight.

Hey, you see, there are advantages to looking like a positive character, right? We can actually give people a sense of security at first sight, so much so that we can easily deal with all the Bugs Bunnies from ancient times to the present, both in China and abroad. Ever since my ex-wife monopolized me, I have been criticized by her all day long and have not received a compliment from a woman for more than ten years. Just a few words from Ms. A made me feel great. She makes me feel so good about myself that I feel embarrassed to mention the "porn photo scandal" again.

However, Ms. A is not a person who pretends to be nice. As I got to know her better, I gradually figured out the reason why her first marriage failed. When we first chatted on QQ, she just vaguely said that her ex-husband had cheated on her. But later, as we became increasingly intimate, I discovered that the process of her ex-husband's cheating was not as simple as she had said.

Ms. A showed me old photos of her ex-husband. He was definitely a handsome man with elegant manners and good looks. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a modern Pan An. Even though I usually feel okay about myself, I would feel ashamed if I compared myself with him. According to Ms. A, her ex-husband was 1.86 meters tall and had outstanding looks; his only drawback was that his family was a little poor, and he himself was just an ordinary office clerk in a state-owned enterprise.

When Ms. A was young, she was pursued by many men, some of whom were very good. I fully believe this. With her beauty when she was young, there would definitely be no shortage of men pursuing her. Even if I had known her at that time, I might have been attracted to her. Even though I am not a proactive person, I am sure that I have a crush on her.

Faced with a suitor with excellent conditions, Ms. A looked around for a long time. But after meeting her ex-husband, they fell in love at first sight. He was attracted by her beauty and she was moved by his charm. True love arises between this handsome man and beautiful woman.

But girl A's family did not agree with the marriage. Although Ms. A's ex-husband was handsome, he had a cowardly personality, a mediocre job, and a poor family background. Compared to him, some of the suitors with good conditions, although not as good-looking as Ms. A's ex-husband, are still good-looking. One of the suitors was less than 30 years old, but he was already the director of a department in an institution. He was over 1.80 meters tall, handsome, and his parents were both bureau-level cadres. Girl A's parents are particularly inclined towards this young man.

But that's what love is. True love will not be affected by these worldly conditions. Ms. A was determined to be with her ex-husband, and when her family objected, she took the initiative to live with him first.

That was in the early 1990s, when Chinese people's sexual attitudes were not very open. Ms. A's commitment to her ex-husband meant that there was no room for regret. In response, the mother's family was so angry that they beat their chests and stamped their feet, but there was nothing they could do.

At the beginning, she thought that she had withstood the worldly gaze for her ex-husband and sacrificed countless opportunities to marry into a rich family for true love. The young director who was not favored by girl A has now become the director of a department in the municipal government, and it is a full-time position.

At this point, Ms. A sighed softly, with a trace of disappointment on her face.

I understand that she regrets her bravery, or rather her recklessness, at that time. She regretted not choosing the young director, as her life would have been very different.

Life is always full of regrets of one kind or another, and I am no exception. When we make sacrifices for love, we often don’t know what kind of future it will bring us…

However, the combination of a super handsome guy and a fashion model is like a fairy tale of a prince and princess. Walking on the street, more than 99% of people turn their heads to look at this young couple. The remaining 1% who don’t turn their heads are probably blind.

Logically speaking, this young couple is a dream match. Unfortunately, God had to give them some regrets: her ex-husband was handsome and a very honest and upright person, but he lacked courage when faced with problems, had a lazy attitude towards work, and did not dare to go out into the world to make money and start a business.

The mid-to-late 1990s was a time when the market economy was surging. Many men with ordinary looks have become big bosses by going into the business world, and many women who are so ugly that no one wants to even look at them have also been upgraded to become wealthy wives. The lives of the people around her have undergone tremendous changes, except for Ms. A's ex-husband, who is still contentedly working as a clerk, earning a few thousand yuan a month. Well, having a market economy doesn’t mean paying people based on their appearance, right?

At this time, Ms. A became pregnant and gave birth to a child. Ms. A is a relatively dedicated mother and she breastfed her child for two years. My body is out of shape and I can’t be a model anymore. In the past, two people earned money and spent it together, but now one person earns money to support three mouths. However, the ex-husband still keeps his monthly salary of just over a thousand yuan and is content with his poverty. The family immediately fell into poverty.

In order to supplement the family income, Ms. A went out to find a job. Girl A started working as a model after graduating from high school. She did not have a high level of education, so in the 1990s, an era when education was important, any decent job required a bachelor's degree. But her high school education meant that she couldn't find a good job.

Of course, this is also an era of desire. If she is willing to exchange her body, she may be able to find a better job.

But she didn't want to.

Later, Ms. A found a job in a state-owned enterprise. This company was later transformed into a private enterprise. But one thing is certain: no matter whether it was in the state-owned stage or the private era, this company always looked half-dead and the salaries were pitifully low.

Ms. A was not overwhelmed by the harsh living conditions, and she was also trying hard to keep up with the pace of the times. So, she worked, took care of her children, and obtained college and then bachelor's degrees through adult self-study.

Unfortunately, the tide rose and by the time she got her bachelor's degree, the universities were expanding their enrollment, and the streets were filled with unemployed undergraduates after graduation. Any decent job requires a postgraduate degree.

She had no choice but to stay in this half-dying company, receiving a meager salary of more than two thousand yuan a month.

After a long time, Girl A began to feel psychologically unbalanced. She thought: Those friends, classmates, and neighbors who were not originally good-looking were all able to find rich men, drive Mercedes-Benzes, live in villas, and live a good life of luxury. Why am I so beautiful, so virtuous, and so hardworking, but living such a poor life? In particular, those model sisters who debuted with her, all of them are either dating rich men or are mistresses, wearing gold and silver all day long, and looking extremely cool. Compared with them, Ms. A felt that she was at a great disadvantage.

Gradually, Ms. A began to complain more and more. She always compared her ex-husband with this and that person, first in her heart, and then in front of her ex-husband. After comparing again and again, she came to the conclusion: her ex-husband was a useless person, all good-looking but useless; she had made a wrong choice by choosing her ex-husband instead of the director of the agency.

Once a woman becomes dissatisfied and contemptuous of a man, she will no longer have the patience to serve him and will not look at him in a good mood. Most men have self-esteem. Her ex-husband felt depressed when his wife compared him to her and criticized him for all his faults, and they had more and more quarrels.

Ladies, if your husband is not doing well in his career, it is best not to ridicule or laugh at him, let alone compare him with successful people. That would be a great insult to him. Even though he may not say anything, your nagging may distance him from you or cause him to become self-destructive. Whether a man is successful in his career depends not only on his talent and character, but also on opportunities. When he is unhappy, what he desires most is your care and encouragement. Complaining, comparing, and ridiculing will not only fail to solve any problems, but will cause rifts in the relationship between husband and wife, and will not only ruin his mentality, but your own as well. This is the difference between a smart woman and a stupid woman. A stupid woman will only complain about everything, while a smart woman knows how to get out of the haze.

Of course, on the other hand, if you are a man, you have to find a way to shoulder the burden of supporting the family and push yourself more. Although you don't have to become a millionaire, you have to at least do your best and don't let your wife suffer with you in poverty. It is true that a poor couple has many worries.

At this time, Ms. A's figure gradually recovered. And she is a strange person. Her figure has recovered so well that you can't tell at all that she had given birth to a child. She looks as fresh and refreshing as a young girl, without any fat on her waist. If there is any change, it's just that my breasts are firmer, my hips are more perky, and I'm more feminine. But even so, her most youthful years have passed, and she can no longer compete with the beautiful girls born in the 1980s as a model, so she is content to earn a salary in the company.

This is what this materialistic society is like, full of desires and temptations. Although she can no longer be a model, Ms. A's looks are still top-notch and unmatched in the company. Soon, men began to show their courtesy to her. At first, they bought her some brand-name clothes and cosmetics, and later they bought her rings and necklaces. In fact, the purpose is very clear, which is to get her into bed.

Faced with temptation, Ms. A remained reserved for a few days. But the appeal of those brand-name clothes and cosmetics was so great that she finally accepted it. At first, my mind was still clear and I reminded myself again and again: just take the food and don't go to bed. However, as the saying goes, "If you take someone's hand, you will be grateful to them," after a while, I gradually got involved with them: I was hugged, touched, hugged and kissed; although we haven't gone to bed yet, it's just that the qualitative change has not yet been achieved, and the quantitative change is still ongoing.

However, only Ms. A herself knows whether they actually had sex or not. Anyway, I'm just a listener, and if she says they didn't go to bed, then they didn't go to bed.

There is no wall that is impenetrable, let alone such romantic affairs that people enjoy talking about after dinner. Ms. A went shopping, eating and singing karaoke with her bosses more often, and the news soon reached her ex-husband's ears. The ex-husband endured it at first, but good news doesn’t travel far, while bad news travels far and wide, and the rumors, which were exaggerated, became more and more fierce. Those who spread the rumors described the incident with such detail and vividness that it seemed as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

I always feel that the Chinese have a very strange mentality. There are many people with bad intentions in this country. They are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. They are dismissive of good people and good deeds, and are fond of gossip. At the same time, these people are accustomed to holding themselves to the lowest moral standards, but measuring others with the highest moral standards. There are many schemes and fights between people. Everyone wants others to be unlucky and to laugh at others.

Faced with increasingly fierce rumors, Ms. A’s ex-husband finally couldn’t stand it anymore and played “Torturing Red” at home to confront Ms. A.

Ms. A thought to herself that she had not slept with anyone else and that she was selfless and generous. She took a tough attitude and not only did she not admit that she was wrong, but she once again compared her ex-husband with the boss who was courting her, and criticized him as worthless.

People are like this. When you no longer appreciate someone, nothing he does is right. At this time, Ms. A said that her ex-husband not only had no money, but also no ability, no taste, and no morals. Even her ex-husband's good looks became a shortcoming, and she sarcastically said that it was a waste of such a handsome face on a fool like you.

After hearing these words, her ex-husband became more and more convinced of the rumors. He thought he was really being cuckolded, and in a fit of rage he beat up Girl A severely. He was so angry while beating that even his own fingers were broken, which shows how hard he used.

The two were about to divorce at the time, but because the child was still young, and Ms. A refused to admit that she had cheated, and her ex-husband had no actual evidence, the parents of both parties later stepped in to calm the storm. Both parties took a step back: Ms. A admitted that it was wrong to take things from others, and her ex-husband admitted that hitting others was also wrong.

The storm calmed down on the surface, but a dark shadow fell in the heart. Her ex-husband could no longer stay in his original unit. First, the rumor that he was cuckolded had spread throughout the unit. Second, the company was half-dying and he could not make much money. Third, Ms. A also encouraged him to go out and try his luck, thinking that her ex-husband might be able to improve himself by seeing the world more.

Up to this point, Ms. A had never slept with anyone else. For this reason, she explained to her ex-husband many times, saying that she only accepted other people's things and really did not do anything to betray her ex-husband; if she really wanted to abandon her ex-husband, she would not always complain about him, but would just run away with someone else.

Unfortunately, how could my ex-husband believe these words?

Finally, the two agreed that Ms. A would stay at home to take care of the children and the elderly, while her ex-husband would go to Shenzhen to seek development.

Unfortunately, Ms. A’s ex-husband has no other special qualities except for his good looks. After hitting a wall several times, I went to a company to look for a job. It just so happened that the boss of that company was a widowed woman in her thirties. She was not very good-looking, but she was very rich. A handsome man came to apply for a job, and the female boss fell in love with him at first sight and hired him without saying a word.

After working in that company, the female boss took care of Ms. A's ex-husband and took great care of him. He gave me promotions and salary increases, and he also cared about me on a daily basis.

The ex-husband of Ms. A left with the extreme suspicion that his wife had cheated on him. Before she left, Ms. A either scolded him for being incompetent or gave him the cold shoulder, and he was also holding a grudge in his heart. Now, there is a rich woman who cares about him and is considerate of him. Besides, he is alone and feels lonely and empty. How can he not go to bed with her?

So, naturally, Ms. A's ex-husband cheated on her and lived with his female boss. The female boss got along with him with the attitude of finding a man to spend the rest of her life with, and she was caring and considerate of him in every way. After living together for a long time, my ex-husband's mentality has also changed. Why? What men fear most is being looked down upon by their women. The more their wives scold them, the more they give up on themselves. Now, a rich woman treats him like a baby, protects him like her sweetheart, pampers him like a master, and worships him like a god every day. How can he not be moved? Besides, when Ms. A's ex-husband got together with the female boss, he immediately transformed from a poor man into a rich man, and he himself was also nostalgic for this kind of life.

As a result, half a year later, Ms. A's ex-husband asked for a divorce during a phone call. Ms. A, who had worked hard to raise children and take care of the elderly at home and dreamed of her ex-husband returning home in glory, received a call from her ex-husband asking for a divorce. It was like a bolt from the blue and she was almost furious.

From Ms. A's perspective, she does have a thousand reasons to be angry. When girl A was a grown-up girl, she was so beautiful that she could make fishes sink to the depths of their bodies and geese fall to the ground, and the moon hide in shame on flowers. Many rich young men and gentlemen lined up to wait for her selection. She chose this handsome and honest poor boy without considering money or power. Then she followed him for many years, taking care of children and the elderly, and staying alone in an empty bed for more than half a year, all for the hope that this poor boy could make some progress. Oh, now that this poor boy has become successful, he wants to kick her out. You tell me, how could she not be mad?

Temptation is always lurking around girl A. Girl A was shocked, angry and wanted to take revenge, and those men who had long coveted her took advantage of the opportunity. Soon, girl A started having an affair with a boss, and she didn't try to hide it at all. She directly invited the boss home to have sex with her, and they were having sex in the corridor.

When people feel revengeful, they don't act very rationally, especially woman A, who is in an extremely psychologically unbalanced state.

In the past, acquaintances and neighbors only heard rumors that Ms. A had someone outside, but no one had seen it with their own eyes. Now that's a problem. Even though her ex-husband is not at home, every night when A has sex with others, she doesn't even close the windows. The sound of her moans can be heard throughout the yard, and her reputation quickly becomes ruined. Once her reputation was ruined, Ms. A became even crazier as if in rebellion against the pointing and talking of the old ladies in the neighborhood and the ambiguous looks of the men. She began to change men frequently, and had relationships with two or three men at the same time. Sometimes several groups of men came to her house in one day.

During that period, those men bought a lot of nice clothes and cosmetics for girl A, and also raised her consumption level, which she couldn't lower down.

Although Ms. A's ex-husband was the first to file for divorce, in fact, he had not really made up his mind to leave his wife who had been through poverty with him. He was hesitating and wavering. What's more, his wife was both beautiful and virtuous. She had followed him, a poor boy, at the cost of love. She just loves to spend money, is mentally unbalanced, and hates herself for being so incompetent. He was actually grateful to her and loved her, but he also hated her.

Human nature is a very complicated thing. Sometimes, although one's mind is thinking east, one's actions appear to be heading west. It's very strange. Ms. A's ex-husband filed for divorce just to test her and to get revenge. In his heart, he probably still hoped that Ms. A would completely repent to him one day.

In fact, I have had a similar mentality. In the last two years of my marriage, when I proposed divorce to my ex-wife again and again as if torturing her, I actually didn't make up my mind to leave her immediately. Instead, I hoped that she would repent and become a better person, so I hesitated for so long. It’s just a pity that my ex-wife had such a poor understanding and such stubborn bad habits that she refused to change her bad habits until everything became irreversible in the end.

If it weren't for this mentality, it would be impossible to explain why Ms. A's ex-husband went crazy again after returning. When I come back this time, those rumors are no longer rumors. Even the ex-husband's parents and girl A's parents knew about it, and everyone in the yard knew about it. Moreover, Ms. A did not hide anything and said directly that she was fucked by someone else. Ms. A's ex-husband was furious and smashed everything in the house. He didn't care about anything when he smashed the glass door and dressing mirror, and just smashed them with his hands. His whole body was covered in blood, which showed how much pain he was in.

Things have come to this point and there is no going back, so we're getting divorced. The ex-husband left the house with nothing, didn't want the house or the children, and went back to marry the female boss. The two later had a child, settled down in Shenzhen, and never returned to Beijing.

After finding out about Ms. A's divorce history, I began to believe what my friend said. She has been divorced for 5 or 6 years, and his statement that a dozen men have slept with her is really an understatement. Her sophisticated sex skills are probably the result of her experience in many battles.

However, although I feel somewhat disgusted by her experiences, I also feel that Ms. A is actually quite pitiful. She must have been a very simple and kind girl in her 20s, just like I was back then. Otherwise, how could she ignore money and power and fall in love with that poor boy with nothing in his hands? It's a pity that she has bad luck and met the wrong person, just like I met the wrong person. It’s just that I was hurt because my ex-wife and I had such different world views, and she was hurt because her ex-husband was so incompetent.

Thinking of this, I was moved again. Well, let the past be the past. When they met me, I was also a hurt person. We had the same fate. As long as we worked together, we would definitely be able to change my fate and her fate in the future.