My Mysterious Wife Had Seven Affairs

Liu Yifeng with his half opened, half shut eyes lifted his numb body off the sofa.

His head pained so enormously, he felt soon it would explode like a nuclear bomb.

While pressing on his temples he took a quick glance to his sides.

He saw a table full of beer bottles and cigarette butts.

He was a light drinker and never boozed to such massive extent. He couldn't make out the exact reason that caused him to drink hard.

Just when he was about to close his eyes to cope up with his headache, he heard a female voice.

"Mister Liu, I made some hangover soup for you. Have it before you leave"

With a wrinkled forehead, he slowly turned to see the person standing in the direction of sound and soon a pile of vague images of her from the last night started to flash across his unclear mind.

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"Should have found you long back, then I wouldn't have wasted my precious youth. Back then I....." she swiftly laid her head on his c.h.e.s.t.

A slight smile on her face and her eyes glowing like bright stars.

Being deep in thoughts, Yifeng didn't hear her blabber. After a few seconds of silence,

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked him sliding her head across his c.h.e.s.t to gaze at his face.

"Enn..."

"Do you have anyone whom you deeply loved??" she moved her head away from him to look into his eyes.

"Hmm... Not exactly...."

"Hnpf... I too never had one to love seriously and one who truly loved me" she spoke in a voice filled with dissappointment and her face blackening.

"ohh..." he nodded his head out of habit but in actuality he didn't hear her, not even a single word of hers as he's floating in his own thoughts.

After a moment, "Do you know one thing?" he questioned her raising his body off the bed surface.

"uh uhh.."

she expected to hear something that makes sense but he managed to spit nonsense.

"You look a little innocent, but I never expected you to be this good in this matter" he said wrapping his arms around her and s.u.c.k.e.d onto her pink lips.

Bringing herself out of his tight embrace she laughed heartfully. After a moment of laughter,

"Should I be proud of it or ashamed?"

she whispered in his ears with a hint of shyness in her voice.

"What?!!"

"Dear Hubby, Your number is eight. I had seven affair kinda things...In the past" she said emphasising every word and threw a naughty wink at him.

'Seven affairs....In the past? This lady really got herself entangled with seven men'

"What!! Are you kidding me?" He thought he was dreaming to see her wink at him and to hear her say such random things out of the box.

"No, I'm serious..." she said without hesitation.

Her confident voice made his mind messy.

"Thank god, you found me or else the number would have increased way too much by now" she blabbed while leaning forward and widened her arms to hug him.

What kind of man in this world would feel happy, for having such a woman as his wife?

But he got married to a lady whom no man would appreciate.

"I don't believe you" he noticed her hands moving towards him and snatched her wrists stopping her from hugging him.

"I believed you are an innocent chick, but...."

"But.....?" she asked interrupting his words to hear something harsh that would show his jealousy.

He didn't speak about her but talked about a third party.

"I'm never gonna leave him"

"Who? Your brother?" she asked covering her n.a.k.e.d body with the bed covers.

"Does he even know about you?"

"yeah.... way much better than you. Moreover he's one among those seven.." she landed a bomb in his heart while gazing at his wide shirtless muscular back as he walked towards the door.

"What rubbish?" he pulled the door using all his strength.

"Go and ask if you want to....." Even before she completed saying what she wanted to, he slammed the door hard and hurried down the stairs and then into the living room.

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Pictures and words of her from the last night flashed in his mind, as he kept staring at the countless bottles and cigarette buttd in daze.

He fell so deep into thoughts that he didn't notice her walking next to him.

He came back to senses only on hearing the tingling sounds of glass bottles as she started cleaning the table.

Without much expression on his face, he stood up and walked upto the stairs and then he felt someone holding his hand.

He didn't even want to look at her, but with her doing things she's not supposed to, his face turned red out of anger.

His body stiffened on sensing her touch. He shut his eyes to control his anger before saying "let go" and tried to get his hand out of her grip.

He failed as she soon tightened her grip on him and added her second hand in support to the previous one.

On sensing her second hand on his elbow, he opened his eyes.

Ultimately with no other option to choose, he used all his energy to pull his hand out of her grab which made her to lose balance.

She fell down with her head bumping to the table beside her.

*Thud*

He sensed her tripping but didn't mind her. He felt an extreme urge to wash his body which was touched by that disgusting lady.

He walked straight towards his room without giving single look towards her.

With her head bumped to the edge of the table, Ziwei felt a sharp pain starting in her head. She endured the increasing pain and by taking the support of the table she tried to stand but she fell back down onto the ground as she felt an immense pain in her right ankle.

"A sprain again"

She cried in her mind closing her eyes.

She tried again to stand up but failed as the pain further increased and soon her eyes started to drip due to the immense pain.

Hopeless, she slowly leaned her body to the table with her back facing the stairs and her eyes staring at the ground..

*Drip* *Drip*

She realised the warmth of another liquid flowing from her forehead rolling down her cheek which ended up falling onto the ground.

Two warm liquids[1] continued to drip down onto the ground making a messy patch of red.

A few minutes passed by the time she noticed Yifeng walking down the stairs. She couldn't put forth her courage to ask for his help, so she stayed still as before, with her face facing the floor. She who always cried alone, wished him to notice her crying in pain atleast for once.

The thought of caring for her never took birth in his brain. He halted after taking a few steps past her with his brows frowned as he got a picture of redness on the ground from a corner of his eye.

Good thing he saw some dark color thickened patch.

First he thought he was just imagining. But he was confirmed only when he heard her dull cries.

He turned back to notice blood dripping from her head. Soon he moved his eyes to see the red pool formed on the white ground.

His body involuntarily reacted to rush towards her but he stopped midway after a step, controlling himself.

After a few seconds, he sighed as he couldn't help but walk towards her.

"Why are you still here?" he gave her his hand. He foolishly expected her to stand holding his hand but she didn't even lift her head to look at him.

Rather she murmured "I sprained my ankle"

Within a fraction of second, he crouched and moved his hand to raise her chin up to see her pale face. That face painted with streaks of red over forehead and on the side lines.

"Who exactly are you? Who are you to mess around me?" he spit the words in fury.

[1] - blood and tears