"As long as I, Zhang Hongyang, am around, you, Liu Zhizhong, will never get a chance to turn things around! The territory of Yangzhou will always belong to the Old Zhang family, and maybe one day, even your wife will be mine."
"Damn it, back in our college days, who told you to sleep with my woman? That's the price you pay for crossing me!"
"If you still want to be an official, then work at the grassroots for me for the rest of your life. If not, get lost! Get out of the Zhao family, you don't deserve to be Zhao Yan's husband. Anyway, your mother-in-law has never liked you!"
"Remember, no matter where you are or what you're doing, I can play you until you break down, wishing you were dead!"
Liu Zhizhong downed one glass after another, drowning himself in drink, with Zhang Hongyang's arrogant and domineering voice echoing in his head.
After his father-in-law passed away, he had been ruthlessly oppressed by Zhang Hongyang and exiled to a remote township to serve as the deputy town chief for three years.
Just as he saw an opportunity to be transferred back to the city, to become the director of a street office, and be promoted to a full departmental level, no one was more suitable for the position than Liu Zhizhong.
At 28 years old, it was time for him to mend his relationship with his wife and have a child.
For the past three years, the couple had been apart more than together, their feelings for each other had grown weaker, and sometimes, on the rare occasions he did manage to return to the city, his wife wouldn't even let him touch her.
But today, after the personnel adjustment, a cousin from the Zhang Family blocked Liu Zhizhong's spot.
That would have been fine, after all, she was a woman from the Old Zhang family in Yangzhou and was born with a political advantage.
However, it was Zhang Hongyang himself, now the executive vice district chief, who personally called just to taunt him with straightforward arrogance, not bothering to hide it.
At one in the morning, Liu Zhizhong was so drunk he didn't even know how he got home.
He entered the bedroom, flicked the switch, and the light flashed before going out.
In the fragrant darkness of the bedroom, Liu Zhizhong tried to pull out his phone for light, but his drunken hands couldn't hold it steady, and it fell to the floor.
Too lazy to pick up his phone, he staggered into the bathroom, showered in a semi-conscious state, and then climbed into bed naked, his body limp as if he were dead.
At some point, he touched a soft and slippery body, sleek and fragrant.
A primal fire suddenly flared within him, and Liu Zhizhong completely lost control.
It had been over half a year without marital intimacy, and he felt like he was going to explode; he thought it was his wife, and amid a frenzy of passionate kisses, he proceeded…
And then…
Liu Zhizhong was completely confused, and in the midst of his actions, he continually spoke nonsense, ranting about the pressure from Zhang Hongyang, expressing the bitterness within his heart, even mentioning how Zhang Hongyang coveted his wife, until tears came down, and he cried uncontrollably, lying still without moving an inch.
Then, the person beneath him sighed and shifted her position.
Soon, the entire bedroom was a whirlwind of passionate, unrestrained tumult...
Afterwards, Liu Zhizhong was thoroughly exhausted, drenched in sweat, and he fell into a deep sleep, knowing nothing.
Around four in the morning, Liu Zhizhong woke up.
His mind was much clearer now, he felt refreshed throughout his body, except he was thirsty.
His alcohol tolerance was good, and after vigorous exercise, the alcohol dissipated even faster.
He vaguely remembered something, which immediately made him somewhat excited.
The room was still dark. He rolled out of bed, and by memory, found his way to the water dispenser, grabbed a large cup of water, and drained it in one go.
That felt great!
Naked, with thoughts of his wife in bed, he involuntarily rose to the occasion once more.
That primeval urge, at this age and time, was beyond his control.
It had been such a long time since they had enjoyed marital relations. Last night, when he came home drunk, his wife didn't reject him, and it seemed she was even quite proactive and cooperative?
With these thoughts, he grew even more excited, completely unable to control himself; indeed, he didn't want to.
Damn it, Zhang Hongyang, you think of scheming against my wife, you want me out of the Zhao family, well I refuse!
Zhao Yan is my wife, and right now, I want her, to continue with even more fervor!
So, Liu Zhizhong reached for the bed again, embracing his wife and kissing her lips passionately.
But he soon felt something was off.
The lips were slightly thinner, delicate and exquisite, but not as rich and enticing as his wife's, and they even carried a hint of alcohol—Zhao Yan never drank.
The woman's body was slightly slender, though it had its curves and was smooth to the touch, it lacked the tenderness and fullness of his wife.
The delicate and petite woman in his arms was definitely not his wife!
But she responded to him, twisting in his arms, fueling the man's flame, uncontrollable and raging.
Who was she?
Subconsciously, Liu Zhizhong was shocked, reflexively letting go of the woman and rolling under the bed.
In the darkness, he searched for his phone, he had to figure out who the woman was!
Just then, the woman on the bed said in a low, icy voice, "What are you looking for, Liu Zhizhong? Don't you want to turn on the light to search?"
Boom!!!
Liu Zhizhong's head exploded with a sound like a clap of thunder.
It was her!
"Ah? I... I..."
Liu Zhizhong was completely overwhelmed, nearly collapsing...