If your wife is devoted to you, but you still love her; your youth has gone, but you want to use plastic surgery to keep her heart; if you have tried every method and cannot find a way in, but I do not want to give up on you - what's wrong with you? The protagonist of this article, Sophie, must face such a dilemma, but now finally sees that day. The meaning level of Juanqimei is that Sophie graduated from college, worked in Bordeaux in northern France, at a wine distribution company, and met Michael at a product exhibition, when the woman's youthful smooth lips caught his eye. Michael had just entered the wine estate run by his father and was studying business management. Meeting in the workplace, both sides felt an instant connection; they embraced upon parting, and soon entered the church as a loving couple. Not long after their marriage, Sophie discovered Michael's fatal flaw: her preference for beautiful women far outweighed her interest in white wine and cigars. At social gatherings, if there was an astonishingly attractive woman, she would immediately approach her, holding a glass, even while walking down the street with Sophie. If she saw another attractive woman, she would immediately stop and engage in conversation and ceremony with her. Once, she even traveled dozens of miles to express her feelings to a woman. As these women basked in their own charm, Sophie became increasingly worried. Initially, she could not contain her anger, gradually realizing that Michael's desires were like those of a child craving toys. However, as a woman, her heart wasn't always steadfast, as if standing on a pile of gunpowder. Their seemingly tranquil marriage on the day they wedded hid undercurrents for several years. Their son and daughter were born, Sophie quit her job to be a full-time housewife at home, while Michael took over her father's winery and ran the business. The once fun-loving couple seemed to drift further apart, as if trains moving on divergent tracks. More accurately, Michael showed a gradual estrangement from Sophie. Michael remained charming and satisfied the eyes, expressing gratitude. Sophie often heard from her female companions about how Michael daily brought a stylish young woman to hotels. One day, she even saw Michael dining with a young woman in a restaurant, looking rather ambiguous. Sophie always responded with a faint smile: deceit. Sophie worried and doubted, but she never questioned her wife's confidence openly. Looking into the mirror, seeing Michael, her facial features revealed shame in asking: wrinkles!
2002 was a bountiful year for Bordeaux wines. During a celebratory dance at the association, the host introduced Michael and Sophie, but pretended Sophie was Michael's sister. Isn't it understandable why Michael rarely brought her out socially in recent years? This left Sophie deeply concerned about her marriage. A Parisian television reality show featuring celebrity plastic surgery inspired her to dream of rejuvenating herself and reclaiming Michael's attention. Sophie wanted to know if she could attract Michael again with her youthful beauty, akin to the first sight that made him fall in love. Sophie started paying attention to various cosmetic information and quietly prepared for a bold move. She told Michael she was unwell and needed a long vacation in America. Upon hearing her wife's plans, Michael almost gleefully handed Sophie a credit card, urging her to recuperate comfortably in America. Sophie left all household duties to the nanny and flew alone to Los Angeles.
In Beverly Hills, she discovered Hollywood's aesthetic plastic surgery center where, under the care of senior cosmetic surgeons, she underwent procedures including eyelid surgery, wrinkle removal, liposuction on her back, breast augmentation, rhinoplasty, typical hip joint surgery, etc... The recovery period lasted a full two months. The results of the surgery were truly miraculous; Sophie completely transformed into another woman. A new Sophie was born, looking at herself in the mirror, feeling both sorrow and joy. She couldn't help but want to surprise Michael, calling home, but no one answered; reaching the company secretary, who referred her to Michael's home. Feeling somewhat hurt, Sophie called Michael's phone, hearing a woman's voice, she quickly hung up. Sophie's mood suddenly plummeted to rock bottom.
Is there any foolproof solution? Can Michael change her bad habits? Seeking help from a marriage counselor, listening to the advisor's guidance, proved to be quite beneficial. Yes, when facing the loss of youth, giving up work easily is not the best channel, self-growth is key. Youth, growth, and confidence are, in fact, entirely lost without self-awareness. Following the counselor's advice, Sophie attended a half-month training program at the Manhattan Shram Spa Club, receiving career guidance that nearly overturned her past habits. The plastic surgery center gave her face a rebirth, and the Shram Spa Club renewed her thoughts, birthing a completely new Sophie, a bold idea forming in her mind.
Silent Sophie returned to Bordeaux, checked into a hotel, then directly visited a close friend. The friend didn't even recognize her, hearing about cosmetics sales, politely dismissed her. Sophie was delighted that her friend didn't recognize her, feeling she could act freely. With the same material conditions in mind, she began frequenting bars Michael often patronized, encountering her one evening.
Michael, through dim bar lights, scanned the surroundings and was drawn to Sophie. Holding a glass, approaching Sophie and welcoming her from all around, he lied, calling her Elena, representing a wine merchant in New York interested in Bordeaux wines. Michael, with greater enthusiasm, invited Elena to tour the winery. After a few glasses of wine, Elena appeared to enjoy numerous wines, actually showing a graceful intoxication. Michael proposed that Elena return to the hotel, Elena smilingly looked at her flatteringly, finding it very exciting.
Unable to resist, Michael's gaze pierced through her clothes: Michael's wife, Sophie, felt rage inside, but remained very embarrassed, prompting Michael's endless itch. The next day, Michael arrived early at Elena's hotel to take her on a winery tour. Sophie, dressed only in a tank top and jeans, contrasted sharply with today’s elegant outfit of a Pierre Balmain shirt and Calvin Klein jeans, her perfume wafting cologne. Sophie sighed inwardly: in the past, Michael dressed so well, always saying it was for business; Sophie had believed it, now realizing how naive it was. Michael smiled at Sophie, pretending not to understand: Han city dressed elegantly: Sophie, what Michael thought next, was to mock Sophie with her New York girl Elena.
Michael suggested returning home to rest first, Elena feigned concern about the maid not welcoming her, repeatedly refusing. Michael, mumbling unclearly, mentioned her wife went to America for a vacation. At home, Elena's shoes, bags, and belongings multiplied hundreds of times compared to her own. Michael was slightly surprised to see her, Elena shrugged: her wife: placing shoes neatly on the shoe rack, discovering the mistress was always her wife, children, and volleyball teammates; the garden with lavender and marigolds also reflected her simple yet romantic nature. Michael opened her eyes wide, noticing the family carpet, each painting, every flower in the garden, every plant cared for personally by Sophie, which she had always ignored, never carefully understanding their significance.
Thus, thinking about every blade of grass and object in the house, it seemed Sophie's eyes watched her, prompting Michael's deep regret over her previous thoughts. Sophie, observing all this, knew criticizing Michael wouldn't help, or perhaps letting go slightly: Michael's heart isn't too far away. Testing the cold-hearted lover with wise words, Michael spent a day, then two days visiting Elena's hotel. Michael, having encountered many beautiful women always harmonizing, found this woman gave her a different sensation, making her afraid. For a day, Elena filled her mind with soft, clever words. On the third day, Michael early in the morning carried a large bouquet of roses straight to the hotel room where Sophie lived, captivated by her charm.
She invited Elena to lunch together, Elena slightly pondered, ordering dishes from a Los Angeles seafood restaurant, which Michael enjoyed immensely. Sophie ordered several dishes very similar to Michael's taste, including her favorite thyme snails, which Michael savored carefully, feeling some joy. Elena asked about the cooking skills of her wife, Michael couldn't help but think of Sophie baking those delicious meals. Her favorite thyme snails were offered many years ago at the back of a restaurant where Sophie proposed, consulting with the chef, saying that Michael should eat something so delicious every day. Michael felt a sense of happiness within her. She nodded silently, recalling some nostalgic memories of Sophie, who hadn't cooked for a long time.
Sophie and Michael shared a brief moment, but that was the allure of the so-called Elena woman, which she couldn't resist. Referring to the night before, Michael excused herself on business and invited Elena to a concert. Elena wore a pink dress, specially adorned with the platinum necklace Michael gave them on their wedding anniversary. Michael looked at her vaguely. Sophie: did she recognize me dancing? Michael quickly regained her composure, just saying: jealousy days, our fifth wedding anniversary, she crashed her car. Michael couldn't help but hold Elena in her arms. Her urgent kisses touched Sophie's eyes, cheeks, and breasts, passionately kissing Sophie's hesitating body.
Understanding Sophie's clothing, she awakened, driving Michael and loudly proclaiming: Such a woman exists. She stared fixedly at the ring, its diamond light reminding her of Sophie wearing it on their wedding day, glowing and smiling. Apologizing for her inappropriate behavior, Elena frankly admitted, seeing her first glance reminded her of her wife ten years ago, saying Elena resembled her wife Sophie. Elena, she recounted a young man, Sophie, Sophie, young, simple, bringing excitement to life ahead of them. Michael surprisingly found that she even remembered all the details of loving her wife. She grabbed Elena's hand, hard to control, saying: Love was treasured in her heart, her thoughts and finally throwing mixiermeng dust off her soul.
The flowers and moonlit night ☆ forever, Michael began to miss her wife. She wanted to see Sophie immediately, saying that upon returning home, she immediately called a friend's house, telling Sophie and the friend the truth: to save her love, Sophie had undergone plastic surgery ten days ago and returned to Bordeaux. Is Sophie back? Why didn't she come home? Was the surgery result unsatisfactory? Michael's heart was filled with guilt; she should immediately find Sophie and tell her that she only wanted to reclaim the lost love in her heart, wanting Sophie back. Michael desperately sought her bruised wife. Coincidentally, Elena came to say goodbye, saying she was returning to New York. Before leaving, she must visit the hotel. She left a letter, along with her card, hoping for more contact. Michael didn't want to see more, easily putting the letter aside after bidding farewell to Elena. Checking their airline, Sophie indeed returned to Bordeaux two years ago, but neither Sophie's parents nor friends had seen her. Perhaps fearing pranks by relatives and friends, was she sent to a hotel?
After a series of lucky phone calls, Michael discovered many disappointing answers, a hotel named Marteau confirmed that a woman named Sophie had stayed there for a week, but further verification was required. Checking the room, Michael was stunned—so-called Elena was Sophie! Denying it almost instantly, infidelity during marriage, she—a wave of shame swept over her. Where would Sophie go? She recalled the letter on the table. Inside the letter was a photo from Sophie and Michael's wedding, written in Sophie's tall script: "Wanted to be your bride once more." Michael understood the half-smile, heading directly to complete her chestnuts. Bida particles from Bordeaux were more than two hours' drive away, marking Michael and Sophie's honeymoon. The silver coastline of Bida Island sighed, clear water, radiant sunshine, Michael saw a woman on the beach in red pants, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat, coiling curves, seagulls flying, front and rear. Seeing her, the woman on the road, she was Elena, no, Sophie. She walked towards her and they embraced.