Seeing that he was about to be discovered, Wang Qiang had no choice but to wave his hand and use a trick to transform himself into a human.

A David sculpture. Director Wang's wife turned on the light, and since Wang Qiang was behind her, he wasn't noticed.

The room had its own bathroom, and Director Wang's wife turned around and went into the bathroom.

Soon after, Wang Qiang heard the faint sound of water.

After a while, Director Wang's wife came out of the bathroom.

Looking up, she saw Wang Qiang, but in her eyes, he was just a sculpture.

Director Wang's wife looked at the sculpture, wondering, "When did a sculpture appear here?"

She walked up to Wang Qiang. The sculpture was full of masculine energy, and a strong masculine aura wafted over her.

The sculpture's face looks exceptionally handsome, with large, bright eyes, a high nose, and prominent angles, giving it a very three-dimensional appearance.

This sculpture depicts a young and powerful man.

He was fit and strong, with a determined expression, full muscles, and vitality; one could almost feel the pulse of his veins.

She couldn't resist touching it. As she stroked the sculpture, she thought about her husband, his nightly revelry, and how he brought different women home.

She could only swallow her anger. Every night, the feeling of loneliness and isolation would well up in her heart. Although she was married, she lived like a widow.

Even so, during the day they still had to pretend that nothing was wrong.

Countless nights, I've fantasized about a strong man giving me a warm embrace.

She gazed at the sculpture with a dreamy look in her eyes, her hand stroking the rough lines.

I can't help but think of this sculpture; how wonderful it would be if it were a living, breathing man.

However, Wang Qiang felt somewhat embarrassed as he was being touched.

The silk pajamas worn by Director Wang's wife had a rather wide neckline, perhaps because they were too slippery, revealing half of her delicate shoulder.

Wang Qiang instinctively composed himself and held his breath, afraid that if he acted impulsively and broke the illusion, he would be discovered. He could only look away.

Hoping the other party will leave quickly.

But things often don't go as planned; the more he wants the other person to leave, the more he dawdles and refuses to go.

Wang felt like his whole body was being rubbed flat.

After a long while, the woman finally stopped, and Wang Qiang's heart finally settled down.

But to her surprise, the other person hugged her again.

Director Wang's wife touched the David sculpture for a while. She lowered her hands and stared intently at the sculpture, then suddenly hugged it tightly.

She nuzzled her cheek against the sculpture's face affectionately, then buried her head in the sculpture's shoulder.

It was as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were confiding in the sculpture.

"How I wish you were a real man! Do you know how hard it has been for me?"

"Every evening I see him with his partner, all lovey-dovey. Meanwhile, I'm all alone, feeling utterly lonely. I suffer this torment day and night."

"Sometimes I think it's better to just not live like this, and make a big scene so that he can't be the director."

"But I don't dare. I'm afraid, afraid of losing this kind of life. You don't know how hard I used to live. I never had enough to eat, and I never wore such nice clothes like I do now."

"But I'm so lonely and pitiful. I long for a strong, warm, and comforting embrace."

Director Wang's wife continued talking to herself, as if pouring out years of pent-up frustration...

"I never expected your sculpture to be so lifelike. Even this ugly thing is so realistic..."

Wang Qiang was now somewhat regretful. Why did he have to transform into a David statue instead of something else when he was using the illusion?

At this point, one has no choice but to endure such pain.

Wang Qiang could only hope it would end soon. But for some reason, Director Wang's wife seemed bewitched. Perhaps she was truly lonely, staring at a sculpture.

They hugged and cuddled, whispering sweet nothings, constantly expressing their loneliness...

Wang Qiang wanted to kick her away, but that would inevitably alert others and cause unnecessary trouble. However, his current situation left him somewhat embarrassed.

He desperately tried to control his instincts. Although the woman in front of him was in her forties or fifties, she was still a woman after all.

The woman began to weep quietly as she spoke, and instead clung even tighter to the sculpture.

It was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, finally erupting at this moment.

She seemed to have forgotten her identity and her situation, and was simply lost in her own self-hypnosis.

To her, what she saw was not a sculpture, but a living man.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally stopped crying. She wrapped her arms around the sculpture's neck, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at it, saying...

"I feel like I can't live without you. Why don't you sleep with me tonight?"

As she spoke, she began to move the sculpture.

But how could Wang Qiang let her succeed? He used his Thousand Gold Pendant to firmly nail her to the floor, leaving her helpless.

Director Wang's wife tried several times but was disappointed to find that she couldn't move the sculpture at all.

Finally, she released the sculpture and took a few steps back. Then, she lay on the bed without turning off the light and stared straight at the David sculpture in front of her.

A few minutes passed. Wang Qiang heard her breathing evenly and assumed she had fallen asleep. Although the room light was still on, Wang Qiang moved quietly.

He finally reached the door, quietly opened it, and slipped out of the room. Only then did he feel relieved.

This place is not safe to stay in for long. Wang Qiang went outside and quickly ran more than ten meters away.

Meanwhile, Director Wang's wife stared at the David sculpture and gradually drifted off to sleep, in which the sculpture transformed into a European man.

He was tall and strong, with a brave and resolute demeanor, and full, well-developed facial muscles. His hands were enormous. And she was nestled in his arms.

At that moment, she truly understood what a real man was, and she also experienced the joy of being a woman.

...

Wang Qiang, of course, knew nothing of this. He quickened his pace and arrived at Hu Shengli's house. Hu Shengli was anxiously waiting outside. Looking out, he saw Wang Qiang and immediately went to greet him.

"Godfather, you've finally arrived! You have no idea how worried I was."

Wang Qiang smiled slightly. "It's alright, things went fairly smoothly."

Hu Shengli looked at Wang Qiang's empty hands and asked in confusion.

"What happened to Godfather's two safes? It doesn't matter if something happened to them. Those antiques alone are worth a lot of money, although they're not easy to sell right now."

Wang Qiang, holding Hu Shengli's hand, said, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's go inside and chat."