The Hong Kong Indulgence

By the third year of my marriage to Zhou Jisheng, he had found someone new.

On the night I caught him red-handed, he sat there completely unbothered, calmly offering me advice:

“Niannian, married life occasionally needs a reasonable spark to keep things balanced.”

“Qiao Lu’s fiancé is an exceptional man. Would you like to… take him for a spin?”

Later that evening, the four of us sat inside a private lounge, each harboring our own agenda.

Huo Qisheng’s voice cut through the air, bone-chillingly cold:

“Apologies, but I have zero interest in another man’s wife.”

Zhou Jisheng instantly exhaled a breath of relief, offering an awkward, forced laugh:

“Well, that’s a shame.”

I was the only one who couldn’t resist stealing one more glance at Huo Qisheng.

After all… The man who had been holding me in bed just last night as if he wanted to swallow every last breath of mine didn’t look anywhere near this cold and proper.