A short-tempered mom? A money-grubbing dad? A humorous trio of women were sent to the 1960s by a leaky electric kettle, bringing with them a kitchen that could infinitely replicate food and a space...
At 1:10, the bedroom door opened, and Feng Jianjun emerged, a look of satisfaction on his face. He'd been a celibate for over a decade, ever since his last wife died, and last night he'd finally been able to satisfy his cravings. He slipped on his slippers, humming a dirty tune as he headed to the bathroom to shower and get ready for work.
Cuihua experienced the most terrifying hour of her life so far. Apart from a faint breath, she lay on the bed like a corpse.
The rich smell of sesame oil in the bedroom drifted out through the bedroom door, and soon the entire living room was filled with the smell of sesame oil.
Cuihua thought that she would never eat sesame oil again. Now her mind was full of Feng Jianjun dipping his fingers in sesame oil... Thinking of this, Cuihua didn't even want to breathe, and she wanted to vomit when she smelled the smell.
Feng Jianjun is simply not a human being. Now she understands why Feng Jianjun said that what he did to her in the morning was just a small punishment, and blamed her for not knowing how to cherish him and marrying such a horrible and perverted man. Now she wants to die.
Cuihua now wanted Feng Jianjun to leave quickly, and then run away when there was no one around to tie her up. Then she would go to the Civil Affairs Department to get a divorce, just like she had done with Chunwang last time.
Alas, she remembered that the Civil Affairs Department had changed its regulations, and divorces could no longer be processed by a single spouse. This was a new policy change since her last divorce. Back then, her colleagues had teased her, saying she had even changed the Marriage Law.
What should I do now? If I stay here any longer, I'll be tortured to death by this old pervert. Cuihua now truly feels like she's in a dilemma, neither able to live nor die. She lies stretched out on the bed, thinking of a solution.
At this moment, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Ten seconds later, Feng Jianjun came out of the bathroom naked in slippers. He wiped his short hair with a dry towel while looking at Cuihua. "You still say I'm not a man? Now you know whether I am a man or not, right?"
Cuihua no longer dared to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep. What if she lost control and said something to irritate Feng Jianjun? Just like the fierce look he had just shown in bed, she didn't dare to provoke him again.
Feng Jianjun looked at Cuihua lying weakly on the bed, feeling very satisfied! One of his hobbies was watching women after sex. He took a deep breath of the rich scent of incense oil in the room, and felt very comfortable.
"Cuihua, I won't tie you up this afternoon. You just stay home. If you dare to run away, you know the consequences. I'm not kidding. We're all in the same factory, and I can still find you even if you run away. Also, we're husband and wife, so you'd better not do anything stupid. You can't afford the consequences!"
Cuihua listened to Feng Jianjun's serious tone and knew that if she ran away, it would be fine, but if she was caught by Feng Jianjun, she didn't want to go through what she had just experienced in the past hour.
The cold, urine-soaked bedspread beneath her reminded her constantly that Feng Jianjun was telling the truth. Although she wanted to run very much, she hesitated at this moment. Where could she run to?
Feng Jianjun put on his clothes and shoes, took his bicycle key and went to work. Before leaving, he locked the security door of his house twice from the outside with his key.
Nowadays, many factory employees leave their children at home on weekends, so when building the community, Jiang Huashu asked for the installation of safety doors, which can be locked by parents with a key from the outside and cannot be opened from the inside.