Chapter 1 A Deaf-Mute Husband

My name is Manny Chen. My wife was a sexy and beautiful stewardess, and I was a one hundred percent rural boy. Many people envied my glamorous life, but they didn't know how much bitterness and humiliation I had suffered.

My wife and I were introduced to each other by a friend. He worked in a marriage agency. That day, he came to me and said that there was a woman who was seeking a marriage partner. I met her requirements.

The conditions for marriage were weird: marrying into the bride's family, honest, coward, deaf-mute.

My parents passed away early, and I had a 16-year-old sister at home. My sister was suffering from severe anemia. I had been under great pressure all the time, and my personality was very depressed, even a little self-contemptuous. So I really met the requirements. It was just, though I didn't talk much, I was not a deaf-mute!

My friend said that this woman was very rich and would give a large amount of money to the right person. It did interest me. After all, my sister's treatment cost me a lot of money. I barely afforded it. So I really wanted to marry this woman.

Finally, my friend gave me an idea. He said that the woman must not want her husband to be verbose. That's why she wanted a deaf-mute. She just wanted to carry on the family line. There should be no other secret. He told me to pretend to be a deaf-mute who still could read.

He said that as long as I could pretend for three or five months, even if I got caught after we got married, it would be no big deal.

I did as he suggested. The first time I met her was in a café near the airport. When I saw her, I was stunned. I always thought she might be an ugly old woman, but I didn't expect her to be a stewardess. She was still wearing her stewardess uniform, which made her even more beautiful. She was so charming.

She just glanced at me casually and typed to communicate with me on her cell phone for a while, and then she left.

Her name was Wendla Bao, 26 years old, four years older than me. I felt that she was very indifferent to me, very disdainful. She probably did not think I could be her husband.

To my surprise, three days later, I received her notice saying that if I was okay with her, we could get married.

I was definitely okay with her. It felt like I was living in a dream. I didn't know which part of me interested her. Later, Wendla took me to her home and met her parent.

I only saw her mother. She looked very young. She was a charming mature woman who was wearing a tight-fitting chi-pao. Her skin was well maintained, smooth, and soft. I would believe that she was Wendla's sister.

Wendla introduced me to her mother, saying that I was a deaf-mute, inconvenient to communicate, but a good person. She said I had saved her life before and had a sense of responsibility. She said that she liked me very much and hoped her mother would agree.

Her mother looked at me from head to toe, as if I was a plaything.

They thought that I really couldn't hear, so they were very unscrupulous to communicate with each other. Finally, her mother said that I looked just fine, and my body was quite strong. I should be able to give birth to a big fat boy. If I wasn't a deaf-mute, this marriage would be great.

Wendla said that she was attracted to me because I couldn't hear and couldn't speak so that she could have her own private space. Her mother didn't say anything, as if she accepted me.

When we had dinner together that day, her mother had been peeking at me secretly, as if she was still observing and testing me.

A week later, Wendla and I got our marriage certificate. We didn't hold a grand wedding ceremony and kept things simple. There were less than ten relatives' families. She must be afraid that too many people would know about my deaf-mute condition and mock her.

Wendla and I moved into our new marital home. As a 23-year-old man, I felt very hot under this circumstance. There may be a crazy sexual outbreak tonight, but I didn't know what to do.

Wendla typed with her cell phone and asked me to take a shower first. I went to take a shower in a hurry, and then she did. I waited for her in bed.

After coming out of the bathroom, Wendla only wore sexy pajamas, which made me a little embarrassed. After all, although we were married, I always felt that there was something missing, and I was a bit gauche.

She suddenly turned off the light and pulled up the quilt. She pushed me down and covered both of our bodies with the quilt.

Then, she quietly showed me her cell phone, and she typed a line in her memo: My mother installed a camera in our room to monitor us, you have to cooperate with me.

Seeing this, I was completely confused. What did she mean?

I was a little off in an instant, and she quickly opened the next memo. This time, it was a long piece of content. After reading it, I found out what was going on.

Wendla said that the reason why she married me was just to deal with her mother's constant urging. In fact, she planned not to marry for the rest of her life. She had also found a fake boyfriend to cheat her mother, but her mother found out about it. So her mother now did not believe her much, so Wendla found me such an honest deaf-mute to really marry, because I was disabled, which would not interfere with her life.

In order to make sure that Wendla was not lying to her this time, her mother installed a camera in our room to see if we would sleep together because her mother always wanted to have a grandson.

Seeing this, I was sad. I once thought about it. How could such a beauty like Wendla be willing to marry me? It turned out that everything was a fraud, and I was just a puppet who was manipulated by her.

It caused me a great deal of heartache. I felt very inferior. The rising fire of desire instantly extinguished.

At this time, Wendla suddenly glared at me, indicating that I should cooperate with her...

After we pretended to have sex, Wendla got up, put on the purple pajamas, sat at the bedside, lit a cigarette, and started smoking. And I put my head in the quilt and didn't dare to come out.

Maybe the ups and downs of my life came too fast. Tears welled up in my eyes, but finally, I held it and didn't cry. I just thought, would I be like this for the rest of my life? Would I never get a chance to be a real man and even touch my own wife?

However, I only dared to think about it. In the end, the night was spent in silence.

In the next few days, Wendla didn't go to work. It must be her wedding leave. Because I am deaf-mute, she didn't talk to me much. And my life was very simple. That was to clean up the house every day. I swabbed the floor and watered flowers. Although I had a bunch of leisure time, I felt very cowardly, but there was no other way. Because I was just a son-in-law who lived in my wife's home.

Of course, we still pretended to have sex every night.

A week later, Wendla's wedding leave was over, and she returned to work. However, my life was still boring. I didn't even go out. And I was afraid that her mother was still watching me through camera secretly.

I thought I might be like this for the rest of my life. Although it was miserable, it was at least a normal life. I never thought that this was just the beginning of the humiliation.

That night, when I was watching TV upstairs, I suddenly heard a quarrel downstairs. It was Wendla and her mother. It seemed that Wendla had come back from work.

I heard her mother asked her, "Wendla, are you pregnant or not?"

Wendla was a little impatient, "No, it's not that easy, okay? And I doubt that Manny was infertile. Now I don't have time. I'll take him to the hospital for examination when I'm on annual leave."

Hearing this, my brain was almost exploded. You didn't let me touch you at all! Now you said I was infertile!

At this moment, I felt humiliated and aggrieved. I really wanted to rush down and tell her mother that Wendla was lying to her, but I dare not, because I was afraid of losing my present life.

Later, Wendla and her mother had another quarrel. Her main idea was to let her mother mind her own business, and then she went upstairs in her high heels.

I was so scared that I sat on the sofa, pretending I didn't know anything.

Soon Wendla came to the room, I stood up to greet her with a smile, but she pushed me away and told me to get out.

I dare not say anything, and still followed her courteously.

She ignored me and went straight into the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing tight sportswear.

Wendla liked to do aerobics. She started to dance in front of the mirror. That perfect body in front of me, swinging her waist and hip, which made me terribly irritated.

Looking at her back, I couldn't help thinking about it. She was my wife. Why couldn't I had her?

At this time, Wendla saw me peeping at her from the mirror. Maybe she didn't get rid of her anger. She turned around and came to me. She slapped me in the face and scolded, "How dare you peep me!? If you do it again, I will dig out your eyes."

In our rural areas, a man was slapped in the face by a woman, which was the biggest insult. But all I could do was to bear it. I pretended I didn't hear what she said and looked at her, confused. Then I ran into the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom, I realized that the camera her mother put in our bedroom must have been removed, so Wendla dared to be so unscrupulous to me, There was no need for her to pretend that we were good.

And I also understood that the real miserable life had just begun. Wendla, who now didn't need to pretend, could do horrible things to me. I was not a man or even not a person to her. She seemed to regard me as a dog that she had bought for use.

I didn't expect Wendla to open the door right away. She rushed up to me and slapped me on the back of the head. Then she quickly typed something for me with her cell phone. She said that from today on, I was not allowed to touch anything that belonged to her, and I was not allowed to sleep in her bed anymore. I could only sleep on the floor.

I didn't dare to refute, so I nodded.

So, we lived together but slept separately. Wendla's temper was very bad, coupled with my forbearance and concession, she was getting more aggressive. She scolded me more than once and even hit me. Sometimes I really wanted to divorce her. But I had already received 40,000 yuan from her, and she would give me 3000 yuan per month, I couldn't give up all this.

Sometimes I comforted myself that if I went to work, I would be so tired and get only thousands of salary. Now I just needed to be a coward here and got the same salary. I should consider it as a job and wait till I have a good opportunity to divorce her.

However, I could bear to be beaten and scolded, but soon an intolerable thing happened to me.

At about 11 o'clock one night, I had already fallen asleep on the ground when suddenly Wendla's cell phone rang.

She thought I couldn't hear it, and she didn't take precautions against me. She answered the phone directly. She said in a delicate voice, "Honey, you are back? I miss you so much."

Hearing this, I didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. I thought that women would often talk to each other in this way.

I was a rural boy, although I was a bit out of style, I was not stupid! Wendla was having an affair!

At that time, I was really furious. If this happened in our rural areas, I would be mocked for a lifetime. It so disgraceful that I would even kill myself for that.

I really wanted to rush over and grab Wendla's hair and ask her what was going on, but I dare not do it at all. I just closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

I felt that my heart was dripping blood. At the same time, I was also very puzzled. Since Wendla had a lover, why didn't she marry him? On the contrary, she married me, such a "deaf-mute".

With her beauty, no one would refuse her.

But when I thought of the phone call just now, I couldn't help guessing. Was Wendla seeing someone who was already married?

At this time, Wendla had put on a set of sexy and beautiful dress, and did a light makeup then went out.

I was stunned for a while, and finally, I clenched my teeth and quietly followed up. I'd like to see what kind of man she was going to hang out with tonight!