Diary of my Ex - Chapter 9: In the Car, On the Bed

“We’re not suited for each other. I’m not your type. Let’s not waste our time or emotions.” Wen Yuan said firmly.

“What makes us unsuitable?”

“I want to be a virtuous wife and good mother,” she replied seriously.

Han Liang was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that answer.

Later, Wen Yuan would reflect on that day in her diary:
“Seeing Han Liang hesitate was like a lifeline, the universe’s final chance for me to escape.
But I missed it—I didn’t run.
When Han Liang strode toward me and grabbed my arm, I knew it was over. Because deep down, I willingly surrendered.
I allowed him into my life, my heart, my everything. Even when I was left broken and scarred, I couldn’t forget him.”

Han Liang gripped Wen Yuan’s arm. “That’s not fair to me. Do you hold all your boyfriends to this standard? And what makes you so sure I’m not good enough?”

He pressed her against the pillar behind her, his firm body trapping hers in place.
“I’m not letting go. From the moment you came home with me, I made my decision.”

His body was tight against hers, his breathing quickening, his husky voice reverberating from his chest:
“Trust me. Be with me, and you won’t regret it. We’re a perfect match—our personalities, our intimacy, even our tastes align. Together, we can explore every possibility, every fantasy you’ve dared to imagine, and even those you haven’t. I’ll be there, every step of the way.”

He placed a hand over her heart. “Listen to it. Can it say no? Or does it ache for more, for us?”
He cupped her chin, tilting her face to his. “Hmm? It’s been saying yes all along, hasn’t it?”

Wen Yuan closed her eyes in despair, powerless to resist the man before her.

Almost effortlessly, Han Liang carried her into his car. He drove to a secluded spot in a nearby park, barely waiting to park before stepping out, unable to contain himself.

In the passenger seat, Wen Yuan straddled his lap, her slender legs draped around him. His kisses were dominating, forceful, almost claiming her as his own.

Outside, the rain and snow began to fall, the drizzle merging into a steady downpour. The world around them blurred into a hazy mist.

Inside the car, the heater blasted warm air, fogging up the windows in a thin, veil-like condensation.

Wen Yuan’s shirt hung loosely off her shoulders, her chest exposed. In the dim glow of the streetlights, her delicate skin gleamed like porcelain, irresistible to Han Liang’s touch.

His powerful arms held her small frame, shifting positions within the cramped car as his large hands guided her hips to move. His hard, throbbing length teased her depths, tormenting her until she screamed and begged.

His warm lips trailed across her back, kissing and sucking her skin, as one hand cupped her breast, kneading gently, while the other entangled itself in her hair. His burning heat lingered on her G-spot, sending her body into a frenzy.

Fingers teased her swollen clit, matching the rhythm of their movements, driving her to forget where she was entirely. A dizzying, high-altitude-like sensation overtook her.

The small space echoed with the sounds of wet kisses, her moans, his groans, and the steady rhythm of their ragged breaths.

Here, he was the commanding force, while she, like a fragile doll, surrendered to the desires of the strong, towering man.

The patter of rain on the car’s roof became a hypnotic background to their passion. Wen Yuan’s reasoning melted away, consumed by the fire of her own lust. Her slick, trembling walls clenched desperately around Han Liang’s thick length, pulling him deeper.

“Baby, you’re holding me so tight. Hmm~” he groaned, pulling her closer. Her back pressed against his chest as if he wanted to fuse her into himself. Wen Yuan arched her neck, her breaths quick and shallow.

He let out several deep grunts, his hand lightly gripping the back of her neck as he thrust into her one last time—hard and deep. His release spilled inside her in hot, pulsing waves.

Her body spasmed in response, gripping him tightly as his member throbbed within her. Han Liang pulled her into his arms, lifting her chin to kiss her with overwhelming emotion.

They lingered in the moment, bodies entangled, before driving home.

For a fleeting moment, Wen Yuan truly believed they could be together forever.

—

Later that evening:

“Honey, the water’s overflowing.”

Wen Yuan quickly unplugged the drain to stop the hot spring from spilling over. Wrapping herself in a towel, she stepped out of the tub and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Her thoughts often wandered these days. She sighed softly.

When she finally went to bed, Zheng Li was still hunched over his computer, analyzing stock market data due to some fluctuations in the U.S. market.

Is this the life I wanted? Wen Yuan wondered. The life of a 29-year-old, full of energy?

Society taught her that marriage meant supporting her husband, raising children, and staying grounded. But did that mean burying her hormones, her desires, her dreams?

She opened a shopping site and hesitated over browsing adult toys. Her heart raced as she debated making a purchase. What if the delivery guy finds out? What if Zheng Li discovers them? What if…

A thousand what ifs filled her mind, each time pulling her finger back from the buy button. Finally, she laughed bitterly at herself—at her own pathetic situation.

Her diary entry read:
“There was a time when a single look from him could send me soaring.
Now, I’ve sunk to placing my hopes on toys I don’t even dare to buy.”

—

A week later, the courier handed her two small boxes, his expression neutral. As promised, the seller had discreetly packaged them.

With Zheng Li at work and the housekeeper out grocery shopping, Wen Yuan carried the boxes to her bedroom. Excitement tingled through her as she opened them.

Once Pandora’s box is opened, there’s no turning back.

Climbing into bed in her nightgown, she switched on the toy. It hummed softly as she pressed it to her clit, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her body. Arching her back, she panted lightly.

Soon, the toy was slick with her arousal. The smooth shaft slid inside her as she worked it in and out, her other hand wandering from her breasts to her stomach, teasing her swollen bud.

Pleasure coursed through her, starting from her toes and spreading upwards. She was so close, teetering on the edge.

At that moment, a memory emerged—Han Liang’s skilled hands, his precise control of her body, the burning hardness of him as he drove her to ecstasy.

“Liang… Please… I need you…” she moaned breathlessly, trembling as she reached a brief but intense climax.

Afterward, Wen Yuan pressed the stop button and burst into tears.

If it were just about missing their physical connection, she could forgive herself.

But the truth was—she had never stopped loving him.

—

At dinner, Zheng Li noticed his wife’s weary state. He silently placed some of her favorite dishes on her plate.

“Are you okay, honey?” he asked gently.

“I want to get a job again. I want to work,” she said.

Zheng Li studied her face for a moment before replying, “If that’s what you want, that’s fine. But no advertising jobs, okay? Too many late nights. How about a flower shop or a bookstore? I’ll invest, and you can manage it.”

But Wen Yuan wanted to return to advertising.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of chopsticks and dishes.

“It’s not that I’m against it,” Zheng Li said, setting down his utensils. “But think about it—if we’re both busy, we’ll barely see each other.”

He reached for her hand, his warmth contrasting his next words:
“And… it’s time we started thinking about having kids, don’t you think?”

“I’m done eating,” Wen Yuan said abruptly, standing and retreating to their bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

The sound of the door closing made Zheng Li frown slightly. He couldn’t understand why Wen Yuan was upset.