The Temptation of Neighbors - Chapter 6

The room was full of beauties, so why not have some fun with them?

Honestly, except for Su Yanfang, I wanted to play with all three of the other beauties because they all had such a feminine charm.

My wife, Qiao Jiayi, had big br3asts—sexy, Lu Chun had big, lush hips—seductive, and Fan Qili had big eyes—charming.

Sexiness, seductiveness, and charm are all virtues of women, and I selfishly wanted to possess a group of women like them.

“Zhang Wei, pour me some tea,” Qiao Jiayi called out, her hands busy.

Qiao Jiayi was the most dangerous person right now, so I had to go along with her. So, I put my computer aside, got up from the sofa, walked over to the water dispenser, and made Qiao Jiayi a cup of hot tea.

As soon as I handed Qiao Jiayi the tea, before she could even say thank you, Fan Qili spoke again.

“Honey, cut up the watermelon in the refrigerator and bring it out on plates for everyone to enjoy.”

I obeyed, cutting the watermelon and setting it before them. Then, Su Yanfang spoke again.

“Wei Ge, I don’t eat watermelon. Wash me an apple.”

I was getting a little impatient and said to Yuan Yaojin, “How about you? Do you want an apple?”

Yuan Yaojin was so engrossed in sorting the cards that she didn’t catch my message. Qiao Jiayi patted her, and she finally snapped back to reality.

“Oh, you’re asking me? I don’t eat apples. I like grapes. Wash me a bunch.”

“Wife…” I turned to Fan Qili, “We don’t seem to have any grapes at home.”

“If you don’t, go downstairs and buy some.” Fan Qili didn’t even glance at me. In her mind, mahjong was more important than me, a living being.

“You going to buy it?” I asked.

“I’m busy. You’re free anyway, run some errands.” My wife, Fan Qili, said, picking up a fifty-yuan bill from the table and handing it to me.

Without a word, I took the money and left, acting like a good husband, but inside, I was furious.

As I walked downstairs, I raged inwardly: Okay, you’re playing tricks on me. If I get the chance, I’ll kill you all. Not a single one of you will escape my clutches.

Especially that Yuan Yaojin, haven’t you never experienced a blissful orgasm?

Let me fulfill your wish. I guarantee you’ll be thrilled and I guarantee you’ll have a baby.

The afternoon passed quickly, and the outcome of the “battle” surprised everyone: Su Yanfang changed her name to Ying Yanfang, and she was the one who got three of the money. She was grinning from ear to ear, boasting with the money, saying, “I’ll pick the best restaurant and treat you all to dinner.”

“And you have to treat us to a karaoke bar after dinner,” Qiao Jiayi added.

“No problem.”

Su Yanfang was so happy that she hadn’t considered that she was happy when she lost money, and even happier when she won.

…

That night, Qiao Jiayi ripped off Su Yanfang at the Grand Hotel, spending all the little money she had won on a single meal. Now she had to pay for the karaoke out of her own pocket.

I hadn’t wanted to join them in their fun, but Qiao Jiayi insisted, saying, “Brother-in-law, you’ve worked hard today. You contributed to the money she won, and she’s going to make her give it back, with interest.

” Qiao Jiayi and Su Yanfang are cousins, and they’re used to joking around. How could she miss this opportunity today? She was ruthless towards Su Yanfang.

In the dimly lit private room of the karaoke bar, the sisters sang softly, and I sat drinking.

Fan Qili said I could sing, but that was many years ago, and I had indeed won the title of “Top Ten Campus Singers.”

But since I decided to devote myself to writing at my computer, I gave up singing. The few times I went to the karaoke bar with the three sisters, I didn’t sing at all, just played the supporting role.

So, besides Fan Qili, Qiao Jiayi, Yuan Yaojin, and Su Yanfang thought I couldn’t sing, or that if I could sing a little, it was terrible.

I used to avoid showing off in front of others because there was no need. But now it’s different. I want to devour all three sisters simultaneously, and I need to put in some effort.

Especially that cold beauty, Yuan Yaojin. If I don’t show off, my revenge plan of defeating them one by one won’t work.

Okay, time to show off my skills.

“Please play Andy Lau’s ‘True Forever,'” I said to Qiao Jiayi, who was standing by the jukebox.

“Ah, brother-in-law, you want to sing?” Qiao Jiayi changed to calling me brother-in-law, sounding much more friendly.

“Hurry up.”

“Oh.” Qiao Jiayi leaned over to help me choose a song, and snatched the first one.

I picked up the microphone I had put down years ago, opened my throat, and sang along with the accompaniment with deep emotion: Which person, which pair of eyes, doesn’t need the comfort of a lover? Which heart, which love. I don’t want to hold hands until tomorrow. If love blooms and fades like a flower, love will eventually change. Don’t ask me how to make it last forever. Watching the world’s fates come and go, don’t laugh at my lack of regrets. Who can understand what true love truly means? I can’t see, I can’t hear, the promise of everlasting love. I only see, I only hear, the lingering

love we once shared… When the high notes of the song emerged from my calm voice, when the ending notes of the lyrics trembled in my throat, Qiao Jiayi, Yuan Yaojin, and Su Yanfang were all stunned. They had never imagined I had such a hidden talent. It was truly well-hidden.

After the song, except for my wife Fan Qili, the other three beauties applauded enthusiastically.

“At first I thought it was the original singer, but after all the changes, it’s still the same. It’s so good,” Qiao Jiayi exclaimed.

“I feel like Andy Lau’s singing is a copy, and you’re the original,” Su Yanfang said, her evaluation truly insightful.

“You’re so kind, so kind,” I said with a heartfelt smile.

“Sister Li, when did you hide such a singer at home and not show him off?” Yuan Yaojin asked Fan Qili.

“He said he wanted to quit, but somehow he started singing again tonight,” Fan Qili shook her head.

“A master is a master, always hiding his true strength,” Yuan Yaojin said again.

“Brother-in-law, sing another song. I’ll help you,” Qiao Jiayi said.

“Okay, ‘Love You For Ten Thousand Years,'” I said to her.

“What? Love me for ten thousand years, and you don’t want Sister Li anymore?” Qiao Jiayi asked jokingly.

“You have Wu Jiancheng in love, and I love your Sister Li. Come on, Andy Lau’s ‘Love You For Ten Thousand Years.'”

Of the three sisters, Qiao Jiayi was the youngest and most lively, so no one took her words seriously, not even Fan Qili, who shared Yuan Yaojin’s cheerful smile.

After finishing “Love You For Ten Thousand Years,”

Yuan Yaojin said sincerely, “It’s such a pleasure to listen to you sing!”

Her praise was an honor to me, but a threat to my wife, Fan Qili, because it might well make Yuan Yaojin feel good about me, and Fan Qili’s territory would soon be in danger of becoming a “three-way division.”

After returning from the karaoke bar, Qiao Jiayi returned home with me and Fan Qili. This lingering Qiao Jiayi made me uneasy. If she continued to stay in our house like this, something bad would happen sooner or later.

We both showered to wash off the alcohol.

Qiao Jiayi continued to sleep with Fan Qili, while I slept in the guest room.

I walked into the client’s room and closed the door. I sat on the bed, opened my laptop, read some online novels for a while, and then I turned it off and fell asleep.

I slept very soundly, perhaps because of the alcohol I had drunk. There were no other problems throughout the night…