我是赵健,26 岁,是一名司机.我的生活很普通;我主要开着公司的车载着我的老板四处走动.
有一天,我带老板去银行办事.由于停车位紧张,我把车停在路边,在车里等他.
通常,在这种情况下,交警不会费心开罚单.
我停下车后不久,一位穿着红色斗篷的女士从银行出来,她立即引起了我的注意.
下着细雨,尽管视野有点朦胧,但我还是忍不住盯着看.
并不是那个穿红色斗篷的女人特别有吸引力;只是她看起来太熟悉了.
"那不是我老婆吗,陆婉?她在这里做什么?
说到老婆鲁婉,她是当地小学的英语老师,是个经典的美女.
她身材娇小,皮肤白皙,脸蛋完美,再加上专业的举止,真的吸引了我.
当我追求她时,我非常紧张,最终赢得了她的心.
所以我对她很好;我承担了家里所有肮脏和艰苦的工作.
即使我不是浪漫的类型,我也会尽我所能满足她的浪漫需求.
我只想尽我所能保护我们的家庭.
我一直以为我的努力会赢得她真正的爱.
但现在,看到她从银行出来,我感觉有些不对劲.
在我看来,她现在应该在学校教书.
她为什么在银行?这让我感到困惑.
我注意到她四处张望,好像在等什么人.
我想着下车给她打电话,等我把老板送走后,我就可以带她回学校了.
但就在这时,一辆黑色的奥迪 A6 停在了她面前.
一个高个子男人从 A6 公路上下来.
我看不到他的脸,因为他撑着伞.
但接下来发生的事情让我感到震惊.
我妻子踏到那个高个子男人的伞下.
小雨一直下着,我看到她踮起脚尖,仿佛她正靠得更近一些.
雨伞掩盖了他们的行为,但很明显他们是在亲密.
我的心感觉就像被切开了;太痛了.
作为一个男人,我不能袖手旁观,让这一切发生.
特别是因为我深爱我的妻子;我无法接受她在别人的怀里.
我没有多想,打开了车门,准备看看发生了什么.
就在这时,我的老板张先生提取了一些现金后从银行出来.他看到我,说:"小赵,我到此为止.我们走吧.
我愣了一会儿,然后回头看向我的妻子,只看到她和那个高个子男人一起上了车.
他看起来非常细心,举止像个真正的绅士.
我真的很想冲过去确认那是不是真的是我的妻子,但我害怕犯错.
机会瞬间溜走了,奥迪 A6 很快就开走了,留下我看着我的妻子从我的视线中消失.
"该死的,等我找到那个混蛋就好了.我会对付他的.
当我开车走在路上时,我的情绪到处都是,就像我刚刚吃了一堆垃圾一样——令人作呕.
最后把张先生送到公司后,我立即打电话给我的妻子.
"Hey, where are you?"
Because I was in a bad mood, my tone came off pretty harsh.
"What's wrong, honey? Why are you sounding so accusatory?" she replied, sensing my unusual reaction.
Hearing that made me feel furious; I felt deceived.
I tried to calm my anger and asked her, "Where did you go this morning?"
"I didn't go anywhere; I was at school teaching!" she said.
I scoffed internally, thinking, "You're really good at pretending."
To put myself in a better position, I said, "Honey, it's the weekend. Come home early tonight; I'll cook something special for you."
She paused for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, but I have a parent-teacher meeting today, so I might be home late."
At that moment, I knew for sure I had been cheated on.
After hanging up, I couldn't help but curse under my breath.
Suddenly, I heard someone calling me.
"Zhao Jian, come here for a second." It was Liu Jing, Mr. Zhang's secretary.
Liu Jing graduated from university and started working in Mr. Zhang's company. She was doing well in sales until Mr. Zhang suddenly promoted her to be his secretary.
As Mr. Zhang's driver, I knew the ins and outs of the office pretty well.
I remember that day clearly when Liu Jing was alone in the sales department office working on reports.
Being a newcomer, she had a lot to do, so while everyone else went home, she was still busy.
That day, Mr. Zhang happened to be working late and saw Liu Jing still in the office. He went in to check on her, intending to lighten her workload.
But somehow, Liu Jing started flirting with him.
Mr. Zhang, being experienced in these matters, picked up on her intentions right away.
What started as a casual check-in turned into something more romantic.
Before long, Liu Jing was dating Mr. Zhang, and she jumped from sales to being his secretary.
The previous secretary was transferred to the administrative department as a manager, thanks to Mr. Zhang's generosity.
As Mr. Zhang's favorite, Liu Jing was someone I couldn't afford to offend.
I understood this well in the workplace.
I hurried over to Liu Jing and asked, "Miss Liu, what can I do for you?"
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and said, "Zhao Jian, stop calling me Miss Liu; it sounds so formal."
I frowned, feeling a bit confused.
"What should I call you then?" I asked cautiously.
"You can call me Jing'er; that's my nickname," Liu Jing replied half-jokingly.
My expression darkened immediately as I said, "What if Mr. Zhang hears that? It might not be appropriate!"
Liu Jing burst out laughing and said, "It's not a big deal in private, but of course, don't say it in front of Mr. Zhang."
Wow, that was a blatant attempt to flirt with me.
I softly said, "Jing'er."
Liu Jing laughed even more, her charm practically oozing out.
I swallowed hard and asked, "What does Mr. Zhang want to see me about?"
She frowned and said, "It's probably about some scandal; he can't handle his little mistress."
I was puzzled and asked, "What can I do about that?"
Liu Jing teased, "You'll find out when you go in."
I always tread carefully when meeting Mr. Zhang, afraid of saying the wrong thing or making a mistake.
Honestly, his office was bright and spacious.
There was even a small lounge area prepared just for him, which I knew was meant for his meetings with Liu Jing.
Mr. Zhang, whose full name is Zhang Zhiyuan, is around forty years old, about six feet tall, and has a slightly plump build. He comes off as a suave entrepreneur.
I heard that his early entrepreneurial days were tough, and he owes his success to support from his family.
That's why Mr. Zhang is a bit fearful of his wife. I've been to his home a few times, and his wife has asked me about him. I always kept my mouth shut.
Because of that, Mr. Zhang trusts me and often assigns me secretive tasks.
When I walked in, Mr. Zhang was very polite and said, "Xiao Zhao, have a seat."
After that, he pulled out a pack of Chinese cigarettes from his pocket and offered me one.
After lighting up, Mr. Zhang took a puff and said, "Xiao Zhao, you know it's the weekend, and my wife insists I come home."
I chuckled.
I usually don't express my opinions on his personal matters.
Mr. Zhang continued, "But my mistress, Xiao Fei, is demanding I show up today, or she'll throw a fit. What do you think I should do?"
I just smiled.
What could I possibly do about Mr. Zhang's personal issues?
At that moment, Mr. Zhang pulled out a jewelry box from his pocket and pushed it toward me.
Seeing that jewelry box made my heart race, as if I was realizing something.
"Mr. Zhang, what's this…"