This Hermès classic black men's wallet is simple yet sophisticated, exuding a warm and composed quality under the light.
This is something I bought for him when I went to the store to buy a lot of stuff.
He has been using it.
I looked at the wallet lying quietly on the bedside table, and remembering what Shi Xia had said, I felt a stirring in my heart.
Fu Yanshen has always maintained a strong sense of boundaries with me. I am not allowed to touch his private items without his permission. For example, his computer, mobile phone, briefcase, or wallet.
Once, I was just using his laptop to watch a Korean drama, and he got furious with me.
"You dare touch other people's things without permission? Is this the kind of manners you, a socialite and heiress, have?"
"I don't want this to happen again!"
After making sarcastic remarks to me, he grabbed his laptop, slammed the door, and left the bedroom.
At that time, I was filled with resentment. We were husband and wife, why should we distinguish between "yours" and "mine"?
In my heart, he is the closest person to me. Could it be that in his heart, I am someone else?
...
After that, he set passwords for all his electronic devices, locked the drawers in his study, and treated me like a thief.
Thinking about all this, my nose still stung, and at the same time, a surge of anger welled up inside me, so I decisively grabbed his wallet.
If Shi Xia can touch his wallet, why can't I?
His wallet was filled with cards, and in the bottom compartment, I saw what looked like real photos, only a small part of them showing.
I held my breath, my fingertips gripping the piece of paper... and pulled it out.
But the photo is upside down.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
A familiar, magnetic male voice rang out.
I quickly stuffed the photo back in, slammed my wallet shut, and turned around, trying to remain calm.
As Shi Xia said, there really was a photo in his wallet, but I haven't seen the person in the photo yet.
I was stunned, unable to describe how I felt.
I feel a little panicked, a little scared, but also like to avoid seeing it altogether – an ostrich mentality.
They didn't even dare to directly ask Fu Yanshen for confirmation.
"Still up so late, waiting for me to... fuck you?"
A flippant male voice came from above.
Fu Yanshen had appeared in front of me without me noticing. His rough hands cupped my cheeks, and his thumb, which smelled of smoke, rubbed my lips like sandpaper.
He's flirting with me again, and he's saying vulgar things to me.
He looked at me, his dark eyes swirling with desire.
It seems that all he has for me is sex.
Aside from being enthusiastic when doing *that* kind of thing, he's indifferent and distant at all other times.
Of course, after I was reborn, his possessiveness towards me was also strong.
But he said it himself: he only treated me as a plaything, and no other man could touch me.
It's not vinegar, it's not love.
If you love someone, would you never consider their feelings?
"No...no!"
The man arched his back and kissed my neck, his wet, hot lips and tongue moving down, sending tingling sensations through me.
I pushed his shoulder away forcefully.
He looked up, his eyes already showing displeasure.
“Fu Yanshen, I don’t want to do it now.” I looked at him and said seriously.
The man narrowed his eyes, sized me up, and put his index finger into my mouth.
"Hmm—"
His fingers moved back and forth in a nasty piston-like motion, stirring my sensitive tongue.
"Young Miss, do you think you have the right to say 'no'?"
His tone was sarcastic.
They showed me absolutely no respect.
A wave of grievance welled up inside me, my eyes welled up with tears, I turned my head, grabbed his wrist, and desperately tried to break free from his fingers.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao!"
I annoyed him.
I took a tissue to wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth, straightened up, and looked directly at him.
His face was dark and he looked impatient.
“Fu Yanshen, you wronged me many times before because of Shi Xia. Don’t you feel any remorse towards me?” I asked, looking at him.
I want to hear him say, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." Although it won't undo the hurt he caused me, it would at least show that he has some respect for me.
Even to a stranger, shouldn't you apologize?
My throat tightened, and tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't turn my head away, nor did I shy away from my grievances.
I just want him to know that I feel wronged by his accusation and I want him to apologize to me.
He stared at me intently, seemingly lost in thought. After what seemed like an eternity, the man's Adam's apple bobbed.
"What are you being so dramatic about? I hate dramatic women the most." He gave me a disdainful look and walked towards the wardrobe.
"Fu Yanshen, it's awful to be wronged. Have you ever considered my feelings?" I asked loudly, looking at his back.
His tall figure stopped abruptly.
The man suddenly turned around, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. "Why should I care about the feelings of a plaything?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he gave me a cold look, as if to say: You're pushing your luck.
He went to the wardrobe, took a bathrobe, and went to the bathroom.
As soon as he disappeared, I collapsed onto the bed, wrapped myself in the blanket, and burst into tears.
I became increasingly convinced that what Shi Xia said was true, but I didn't have the courage to peek at his wallet again.
Fu Yanshen returned shortly after, pinned me down, and engaged in another round of roughhousing. My back wound bled again, but he didn't care; he was only concerned with venting his anger...
It started raining in the middle of the night, and Shi Xia, who was locked in the dog cage, was nearly dying after being soaked in the rain.
However, Fu Yanshen is a man of his word, and he showed no mercy.
After being cleaned by the maid, Shi Xia changed into a white dress and lay on a clean white bed.
A doctor in a white coat is arranging medicines nearby.
"Shi Xia, for your sister's sake, I'll let you go easily—euthanasia."
Dressed in all black, Fu Yanshen looked down at Shi Xia lying on the bed and said expressionlessly.
Shi Xia's already pale face turned even paler, her lips turned purplish-black, and her dark almond-shaped eyes were filled with terror.
“Brother Fu, please forgive me, I really know I was wrong! I only had three to five years left to live, and yesterday, Ah Ren kicked me again... I'm afraid I won't live much longer..." She turned to look at Fu Yanshen, her eyes full of sorrow.
Fu Yanshen sneered, "A heart attack is very painful. Wouldn't it be better if I let you pass away peacefully?"
A single, chilling sentence.
It was, after all, a life.
"What right do you have to control my life or death? You can hand me over to the police, but you have no right to do this!" When the soft approach failed, Shi Xia resorted to the hard one.
She's such a hypocrite; why didn't she say this when she was killing someone?
Moreover, this is in northern Myanmar.
Fu Yanshen ignored her and said indifferently, "Execute."
I turned away, not wanting to watch any longer.
"No, let me go, help!"
Shi Xia screamed pitifully, and Fu Yanshen ordered his men to hold her down.
I had just reached the door when I saw a group of people walking in from around the corner of the corridor.
The leader was a woman wearing a beige sleeveless dress and with long hair flowing down her back. She walked quickly toward them, followed by Fu Ren.
There were also several men.
As the distance closed, the woman's features became clearer.
I stared at her face, and froze completely...
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