Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife novel Chapter 796

Chapter 796: Chapter 796: A Sword Hanging Overhead

Third Uncle Cheng left after dinner, and Cheng Su was holding back a belly full of anger. She hadn’t expected Zhang Jisheng to be like this. Honest? Pah!

Just a few suggestive words from others, and he became restless, ready to stray while his wife was away?

Third Uncle said he didn’t see him, but once someone is tempted and has the thought, who knows if he might sneak off on his own when he’s not with his coworkers?

The mere thought of that scene made Cheng Su’s skin crawl, and she felt like vomiting.

She was acutely aware that these so-called "misses" would become increasingly prevalent with the passage of time. They seemed not too common now, but come the nineties, there would be plenty.

These people were controlled by others. It would be fine if it was just honest business, but the real fear was the traps they set—that’s when the trouble starts.

"Xiaoying, how many days has it been since your Brother Zhang came here for a meal?" Cheng Su suddenly asked.

Xiaoying thought for a moment and said, "It seems he hasn’t come since Sister Lian went home. Why do you ask?"

"No reason, just asking."

"Oh!"

Cheng Su’s face darkened with worry.

She knew that in the past, when Qi Fenglian was around, the family hardly cooked in the evenings, so Zhang Jisheng would eat at the store. Now that he wasn’t coming, was it because she, Cheng Su, was here watching, or was there another reason?

Whether Zhang Jisheng could keep his fidelity, if he truly sought out those women, then what?

Cheng Su shuddered at the thought and suddenly felt a wave of sorrow for Qi Fenglian.

Above the character for "lust" swings a knife. She hoped this man wouldn’t lose his senses to that extent, that he would know when to pull back from the brink.

Otherwise, once the scandal broke, it might destroy this family.

Zhang Jisheng’s heart pounded like a drum as he swallowed hard, his mind filled with the various jokes his coworkers had shared.

His head was buzzing when he suddenly smelled an overpowering fragrance, which brought him to his senses, only to find the woman somehow had moved closer, rubbing against his arm.

Zhang Jisheng hastily pushed her away, but his body had already quietly reacted.

The woman let out a whimper and looked at him pitifully, cooing, "Brother, you’re so rough!"

Zhang Jisheng wanted to pull away but didn’t dare. The woman boldly moved closer again, tracing his neck with her hand, saying, "Brother, you’ve worked hard all day. Come relax a bit!

"How much?" he asked.

The woman lit up, pulling him into the alley, saying, "Don’t worry, it’s not a lot of money, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied."

The night was deep, concealing all filth, with soft and faint moans drifting up into the air as passersby quickly covered their faces and walked on.