Mrs. Zhou suffered greatly.
She also felt heartache for her husband.
She lay on the sofa, softly crying: "I am not a complete woman!"
Mr. Zhou suddenly came to his senses.
He embraced his wife, treating her with extreme care, and said, "Jinrong, it's my fault!"
He told his wife, "For some reason, I always lose control."
Mrs. Zhou leaned weakly into his arms: "You haven't hurt me."
Mr. Zhou's perverse desire hadn't subsided.
He whispered in his wife's ear, "Jinrong, shall we try again?"
...
The result was, of course, unsuccessful.
Mrs. Zhou fell asleep with tears, while Mr. Zhou was restless all through the night.
Early in the morning, a young man knocked on the bedroom door.
He said, "Mr. and Mrs. Zhou, a Miss Su is here to see you."
Mr. Zhou was quite furious, he went to the door in just his sleeping trousers and said to the young man, "Duonian, from now on, there's no need to bring Miss Su's card to Jinrong. She's full of schemes, and Jinrong is too naive."
