Chapter 115

Suddenly, Han An let out a long sigh.

After sighing, Han An said, “Let’s stop playing and go to sleep.”

“Husband, I…”

Although his wife didn’t continue, Han An didn’t bother to ask.

After closing his eyes, Han An’s mind was filled with the words his wife had just said.

He was also wondering if what his wife said was true.

Li Fulong will arrive in Shenzhen tomorrow, and his wife will go to see him the day after tomorrow. What will happen then?

Because Han An knew that Li Fulong might have something on his wife, he always felt that she was planning to have a relationship with Li Fulong to shut him up. He guessed that after having a relationship with Li Fulong, his wife would go home and pretend to be a virtuous wife and mother, and might even talk about how she was doing when applying for a job.

The more Han An thought about it, the more depressed he felt.

Suddenly, Han An sat up.

After rubbing his face with both hands, Han An said, “You go to sleep, I’m going out for some fresh air.”

“Going out?”

“No, it’s in the living room.”

Honey, did I do something to upset you?

“No, that’s not true,” Han An said, getting out of bed. “It’s just that I have a problem.”

Before his wife could speak, Han An had already walked out.

Sitting on the sofa, Han An lit a cigarette for himself.

About five minutes later, his wife also came out.

Looking at his wife in her flight attendant uniform, Han An’s throat became dry again, so he took two deep drags on his cigarette.

Standing before her husband, Bai Jing said, “Honey, I truly hope we can be together forever, which is why I wore this outfit and played games with you. But I don’t know why, I feel like my actions have upset you. Honey, if you’re still angry with me, tell me why, and I’ll change. If you don’t want to tell me, just scold me a few times, or even hit me a few times. People are like balloons; they slowly inflate under pressure. When they reach a certain limit, they burst with a bang.”

“Are you trying to be my punching bag?”

“Honey, just scold me. As long as it makes you feel better.”

“I can’t bring myself to curse you, because you’re my wife.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Jing picked up the plastic ruler from the coffee table and handed it to her husband.

Looking at the plastic ruler his son often used to draw straight lines, Han An was somewhat puzzled.

As Han An wondered what was going on, his wife had already turned around.

With her hands supporting her thighs, Bai Jing bent over and stuck her buttocks out.

His wife already had a large bottom, and now that she was sticking her head out like that, her bottom looked even bigger.

It was as if Han An’s vision was limited to just that buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in fabric.

Even if his wife didn’t say it explicitly, Han An knew what she meant.

After raising the plastic ruler, Han An gently tapped his wife’s buttocks.

Although he didn’t have to use his strength, Han An still felt a little good.

It was as if he were punishing his wife for her infidelity.

After hitting her a few times, Han An realized that the plastic ruler was too light and wouldn’t cause his wife any pain even if he used force, so he simply pulled up his wife’s bodycon skirt.

Before Bai Jing could react, Han An casually ripped off the most important piece of clothing.

In this way, Bai Jing’s most private area was laid bare before Han An.

Because of the garter stockings, Han An felt that the scenery in front of him was truly beautiful!

While Han An was in a state of excitement, Bai Jing’s entire face was flushed.

Because this was the first time she had ever struck such a shy pose.

She held it up to her husband’s face, letting him observe it closely, which made her so shy that she felt like she was about to evaporate.

After raising the plastic ruler, Han An struck his wife’s buttocks hard.

Because there was no obstruction, Bai Jing, who felt the pain, trembled all over and let out a very slight moan.

Even though her son was already asleep, Bai Jing was still worried that she would wake him up.

After seeing his wife’s fair buttocks stained with long strips of red, Han An continued to hit the tip of her buttocks with a plastic ruler.

You cheating slut!

You cheating slut!

You cheating slut!

…

As he struck, Han An kept repeating this phrase in his mind.

Because his anger escalated with each blow, Han An showed no pity for his wife.

As for Bai Jing, she has always chosen to endure it.

Every time she felt pain, her body would involuntarily shudder, and her two breasts would sway.

After his hands started to ache from hitting the phone, Han An suddenly pushed his wife down onto the sofa.

“Kneel on the sofa,” Han An commanded, “and then turn your back to me.”

“How about we go to the room?”

“I’m your husband, and you don’t even listen to me anymore?”

Because of her husband’s words, Bai Jing had no choice but to comply without saying anything more.

After his wife assumed the position, Han An immediately entered from behind and began to make his demands while holding her waist.

Afraid of being overheard by her son, Bai Jing had no choice but to pick up a cushion and bury her face in it.

After a frenzy lasting a full half hour, Han An finally surrendered.

After Han An took two steps back, Bai Jing collapsed weakly onto the sofa.

To avoid getting the sofa dirty, Bai Jing, who was lying down, stuck her butt out.

Without uttering any sweet words, Han An went straight to the bathroom.

After cleaning up, Han An went straight back to the master bedroom.

As for Bai Jing, she frowned deeply.

She hoped to mend their relationship through their sex life, but it seems to have no effect at all.

Otherwise, her husband would have said something to warm her heart.

Because of this thought, Bai Jing felt somewhat uncomfortable.

She knew that their relationship had developed cracks, and she wanted to try her best to repair it, but she really didn’t know what to do.

After all, her husband wouldn’t trust her anytime soon.

After lying there for about ten minutes, Bai Jing finally went to the bathroom.

When Bai Jing returned to the master bedroom, her husband was already asleep.

After lying down, Bai Jing nestled against her husband, resting her head on his arm.

The next morning at 8:30, Han An left home under the pretext of going to the store.

However, Han An did not go to the store immediately, but went to the security room of the community.

After entering the security room located next to the entrance, Han An said, “Hello, Uncle.”

Upon hearing the greeting, the security guard, who was in his forties, asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I have a question,” Han An said, “How long are the surveillance cameras in our neighborhood kept on file?”

Why are you asking this?

“I’d like to see the surveillance footage from early August.”

“Early August?” After thinking for a moment, the security guard said, “Our community’s surveillance cameras are only kept for thirty days. The footage you’re looking for is no longer available!”

“real?”

“Why would I lie to you?” the security guard said with a smile. “It’s required by the local police station to keep it for thirty days. The surveillance cameras record 24 hours a day, which puts a lot of strain on the hard drive, so it’s impossible to keep it for longer. It’s already considered good that our community can keep it for thirty days. Some communities only keep it for fifteen days.”