Chapter 1 – The Wife's Submission
Inside a luxury women's clothing store on the second floor of Wanda Plaza in Guangming City, a beautiful mature woman in a light-blue long dress was browsing through the racks. Her firm chest and round hips perfectly stretched the fabric, the curves of her body forming a breathtaking silhouette. Even the sales assistant beside her couldn't help but glance with envy at such an alluring figure!
And yet, despite such erotic appeal, this beautiful woman had tied her long, silky black hair back into a ponytail, giving her a clean, spirited look. Especially when she slightly turned her body, her delicate facial features seemed even softer and fairer. Her bright and clear eyes glimmered, and the faint upward curve at the corners of her mouth hinted at a confident, gentle smile. From every angle, she exuded an irresistible charm!
Haha—sorry to disappoint you—this nearly perfect beauty in both looks and figure is my wife, Lu Yao. So, everyone, you can stop daydreaming about her!
My wife, Lu Yao, is a middle school teacher. She is thirty-four this year—the age when a woman's femininity is at its peak. As for me, I'm an engineer at a large local manufacturing plant. But don't misunderstand—although I carry the title of "engineer," in reality, I often end up with the hardest and heaviest tasks, with frequent business trips across the country. Overtime is also a regular occurrence. If it weren't for the relatively decent salary and benefits, I would've walked away from this lousy job long ago!
To speak honestly, even though Lu Yao and I have been married for ten years, my constant travels mean we're often apart. Today, after finally returning home from a long trip—and coincidentally, today is our tenth wedding anniversary—I had to make sure I spent quality time with her!
To celebrate, we decided to focus only on each other. Earlier this morning, we sent our son to her parents' place so we could enjoy this anniversary together, just the two of us. Why not leave him with my mom? Well, my mother isn't used to city living, and since Lu Yao's parents live nearby, we usually send our son there on weekends where her mom happily helps care for him.
"Yao Yao… you keep picking your clothes… I'll just run to the restroom for a while." After accompanying my beloved wife around the mall for hours, my craving for a cigarette kicked in. Standing by her side as she compared outfits, I gave the cashier girl an apologetic smile, then leaned toward Lu Yao and whispered my excuse.
"Hmph… Husband… Don't think I can't tell you're going for a smoke. Your coughing has gotten much worse lately. You had better cut down on cigarettes!" Lu Yao, being married to me for years, instantly saw through my excuse. Without even looking up—still holding a dress against herself and frowning—she scolded me softly.
"Hehe… just one, only one, and I'll be right back." Embarrassed, I rubbed my nose and chuckled. Lu Yao knew I used to be heavily addicted to smoking; it wasn't realistic for me to quit cold turkey. Rolling her eyes at me, she reluctantly sighed and said, "Only one cigarette, dear—not a puff more!"
"Alright, alright, one it is." Relieved that she agreed, I quickly promised, then headed downstairs. As everyone knows, smoking inside mall restrooms is forbidden, so if I wanted my fix, I needed to step outside.
I squatted at the mall entrance, lit up, and took a deep drag. That familiar dizziness washed over me. Having smoked for more than a decade, I knew how hard it was to quit. These days, the best I could do was try to limit myself.
"Fuck, Brother Wang… that milf you hooked us up with last night was unreal, man! Her tits were huge and soft—felt like dough in my hands! And her ass, so perky—smack it once and it bounced right back. Can you believe she's almost forty? But her pussy was still so damn tight! What, you think her cuck husband never fucks her at home or what?" Just as I was enjoying my smoke, two skinny young guys strolled over, one of them loudly boasting as if showing off his conquest.
"Heh, her man? That loser's already impotent. Why else would she be such a slut in bed? Betcha she hasn't been properly fucked in years," the other one sneered, completely ignoring the public around them.
Hearing this vulgar conversation, I raised my head. Both looked like typical street thugs—thin, tattooed arms covered in crude designs. The first sported yellow-dyed hair, the other bright red, and from afar, the two were like a walking traffic light.
Noticing my stare, the redhead glared daggers at me as he passed. I wasn't about to waste words with trash like that, so I tapped off my ash and looked away. The punks brushed past and entered the mall, even loudly sighing "Ah, so nice and cool inside!"
These were people I'd never cross paths with for the rest of my life, so I shrugged them off. Still unsatisfied after one smoke, I reluctantly lit a second before finally putting it out, patting my pants, and heading back indoors.
The summer heat was sweltering, and even a short while outdoors had me drenched in sweat. Thankfully, the moment I reentered the mall, the blast of air conditioning chilled me, making me shiver from the sudden shift.
"Make way, move aside!" As I stepped onto the escalator toward the second floor, several security guards rushed past me, charging upstairs nervously. Clearly, something urgent was happening. My curiosity piqued, I quickened my pace—after all, who doesn't like a bit of drama?
"Bitch! You dare curse me? Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death!" A furious shout rang out from above. The voice struck a chord of familiarity, and after a second, I placed it—it was the same vulgar tone I overheard outside!
Heart pounding with dread, I sprinted toward the noise. At a certain boutique, a crowd had gathered. My worst fear surfaced immediately. Pushing forward, my blood boiled at the horrific scene before me!
The redheaded punk was yanking Lu Yao's ponytail, forcing her head to the side. Tears welled in her eyes as his hand cracked across her delicate face again and again.
"What, bitch? Weren't you acting tough just a second ago? I glanced at you—so what? I whistled—so fucking what? Curse me again if you dare!" His jeering insults were accompanied by cruel slaps.
Meanwhile, the yellow-haired thug waved menacingly at the cowering mall guards, barking, "Anyone who takes another step, I'll fucking kill you!" Shockingly, the guards hesitated, cowed into inaction.
Seeing my fragile, beloved wife humiliated before everyone made my mind go blank with rage. With a roar, I grabbed a decorative vase off the counter, shoved through the crowd, and brought it crashing down on the redhead's skull!
Bang! The vase shattered over his head, blood instantly trickling down his forehead. Fueled with fury, I drove my foot hard into his chest, sending his scrawny frame sprawling on the ground.
"Dear—stop! Stop hitting him!" Lu Yao, terrified, clutched my arm through tears, afraid I might kill him. But I was blinded with wrath, stomping him several more times as he curled into a pitiful ball.
"Fuck! Help me, brother!" the redhead cried, shielding himself, begging the yellow-haired punk for aid.
"Watch out, dear!" At that moment, yellow-hair rushed from behind and kicked me hard. I stumbled but caught my balance, turning like a cornered beast.
"Who the fuck are you?!" the redhead spat, bruised, bloodied, yet still defiant.
"I'll tell you who—I'm her husband, you bastard!" I snarled, ready to rip them both apart.
Yellow and red exchanged a look, gritting their teeth. "Fuck it! Let's kill this asshole first!" They lunged at me together.
We clashed in a messy brawl. Unlike before, when I caught them off guard, this time I was fending off both at once. Years of smoking and drinking had taken their toll, and my stamina wore down quickly, leaving me taking blow after blow.
Still, with past street-fighting experience, I knew the first rule—take one opponent out fast. My fury sharpened on the redhead, the same punk who dared lay his filthy hands on my wife.
Grabbing a heavy display stand, I smashed it down. The redhead reflexively raised his arm—only for the brutal weight to crush against it with a sickening crack. He screamed, sinking to the floor, clutching his broken limb.
Just as I was about to continue with the yellowhead, police stormed onto the scene. With shouts, they forced us apart, their eyes narrowing as they noted the weapon still in my hand and the injured punk howling in pain. One officer drew his baton, yelling, "Drop it now!"
Reality crashed back over me. Hastily, I threw the stand aside, raising my hands in surrender. Two officers pinned me by the arms, then hauled us all—me, yellow-hair, and Lu Yao—down to the station. The bloody redhead was rushed to a hospital.
Inside the interrogation room, a younger cop took notes while an older officer sighed after hearing my account. "Even so, you can't go that far. You should've called us. Now, look at the state he's in—his forearm looks fractured. If he refuses to forgive you, you'll be facing criminal charges."
My heart sank as dread flooded my chest. "I lost control seeing my wife assaulted. They were two against one—it was mutual fighting… right?" Even saying that, I felt uneasy.
The veteran cop shook his head. "We'll confirm with a medical examination. If the injuries reach 'minor but serious,' then yes, you could face prison. Best hope they agree to a settlement. Try negotiating compensation—easier to pay some money than lose your freedom."
At that, despair chilled me. Pay them? After what they did?! Still, seeing no alternative, I nodded in resignation.
The nightmare only worsened. News soon arrived—the redhead had sustained a fractured arm and minor concussion. That qualified as serious minor injury. If he pressed charges, I really could lose everything—my job, my freedom, my son's future.
The situation was dire. Locked in detention, I could do nothing… only trust my wife to meet them and somehow convince them to settle. But remembering the obscene things I overheard them bragging earlier, a shadow of dread gnawed at me.
Before leaving the station, the officers let Lu Yao and I speak briefly. I told her the full gravity: "Yao Yao… they said if we can't reconcile, I could be sentenced…"
Tears pooled as she grabbed my hand. "How… how can it be this bad? Dear, what do we do?"
I forced a smile, trying to comfort her. "Don't panic… At worst, I'll be detained briefly. Just try talking to them. Offer money—medical expenses, compensation—it'll be easier than dragging this to court."
The officer taking our statement muttered with a snort, "Hah, I know these punks. I'll nudge them a bit, but you'd better get on their good side fast."
Relief softened our faces. We bowed, thanking him sincerely. He waved us off. "Don't mention it. We can't let decent people be crushed by scum."