Wife's Desire 1 - The Path of a Pure Wife's Discipline

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Chapter 1
At the hospital's welcome party, I stood on the stage with my colleagues, holding flowers, receiving praise and awards from the leaders, but I was somewhat absent-minded. I hadn't seen my wife and daughter for twenty-nine days, and I wanted to go home immediately.
As a surgeon, I was used to witnessing blood, wounds, and death, but the tragic scenes, the helpless faces, and the desperate eyes still overwhelmed me. At that moment, I suddenly felt the fragility and helplessness of life. I couldn't bear to see so many vibrant lives disappear before my eyes because of time and circumstances. I tried my best, but in the end, I still couldn't save more people, and my heart felt like it was weighed down by a heavy stone.
To allow us to rest properly, the hospital gave us three days off. I returned to my apartment complex at three in the afternoon. After parking the car in the garage, I walked out and looked at my window. A wave of warmth washed over me. That was my paradise, where my gentle and virtuous Yan was waiting for me to come home, and where my precious little Jiajia, only two years old, was. She must be running around on the living room floor right now.
Just as I looked away, I vaguely thought I saw a figure flash across the balcony. I stared intently, puzzled, but there was nothing there; only a few pieces of washed clothing floated on the empty balcony. "I must have imagined it," I shook my head. My mental stress was too much; I needed to relax.
Jiajia was waiting for me at the door, her little face beaming with joy. She shouted "Daddy!" and opened her arms for a hug. I touched her soft cheeks and suddenly lifted her up and tossed her into the air. Jiajia squealed with excitement; this was her favorite game. Yan, however, didn't have the strength to lift her like that.
Yan was sitting at the coffee table peeling chestnuts, her hair tied up in a bun on top of her head, the ends swaying like a flower. She called to Jiajia, "Don't bother Daddy, Daddy just got back, he's very tired!"
I picked up my daughter and carried her to the sofa, kissing her on the cheek, saying, "It's okay, I'm not that tired. You're the one who's tired taking care of Jiajia all by yourself these past few days while I've been away!"
Yan smiled gently, "Go take a bath, take a nap, I'll make you braised duck soup tonight."
Jiajia clapped her hands in my arms, "Okay, okay! Daddy smells good, Mommy smells good too!"
She pouted and kissed Yan's cheek, then kissed me on the cheek.
I soaked myself in the bathtub, my whole body limp and without any strength. Fatigue emanated from my bones and muscles, overflowing my entire body. My thoughts were a bit chaotic, random scenes constantly switching in my mind.
My wife is from Suzhou, far from the city where I now live. I met my wife at a hospital in Hangzhou, when she was accompanying her father to see a doctor, and I hadn't yet been transferred back to my hometown, this small city. My marriage to Yan was fraught with difficulties. Yan was an only child, and her parents disapproved of her marrying someone from so far away. Another reason was that I was seven years older than her; she was twenty-three, and I was thirty. Friends and relatives all sided with her parents, urging her to give up this unwise love.
Yan was resolute. She said, "I will be fine, I will be happy!"
I stood beside her when she said that, and at that moment, I was overwhelmed with emotion, even having the urge to burst into tears. I held her hand tightly and vowed in my heart: I will make her my princess forever, I will definitely make her happy. Although I was transferred back to my
hometown, I didn't really have any relatives left. My parents and brother were all abroad, and only a few distant relatives lived in the countryside, with whom I had almost no contact. Almost everyone in our family was in business, which was largely due to the location of our small town. Going abroad to seek one's fortune had always been a tradition in this coastal region.
Four years passed quickly. I was now one of the best attending physicians in the hospital, and our little home was in the best neighborhood in the city, inhabited almost entirely by the most influential and powerful people. Yan was very satisfied with the environment; she liked cleanliness and order. Her favorite thing to do was sit on the balcony and read romance novels that only young girls read.
The bathroom door opened, and Yan walked in, her steps light and careful. I didn't open my eyes, but a feeling of happiness welled up in my chest: she had come to bring me a bath towel; I always forgot to bring one. Yan walked to the bathtub, hesitated for a moment, and then nudged my shoulder: "You're sleeping in the bathtub again! Get up and go to bed."
I opened my eyes and gave her a lewd smile: "Once I'm in bed, I won't want to sleep, and you won't be able to cook."
I reached out and touched under her short skirt. Yan playfully slapped my hand, "Stop it! Jiajia's outside!"
My hand still slipped between her legs, grabbing her smooth thigh. Yan gasped and jumped away, "You've gotten my skirt all wet!"
In that instant as she dodged, my fingertips seemed to touch some hair, something slippery. Watching her run away like a child, I stretched contentedly in the water: she must be wearing that thong, the wedding anniversary gift I bought her this year. She must have missed it terribly, just as I missed her.
After dinner and a walk, Yan sat by Jiajia's crib telling her fairy tales, while I sat at the computer organizing memories of Sichuan. I wanted to record all those people and events. The room was filled with peace and tranquility, almost like a fairytale.
The little one quickly fell asleep. Her pink, delicate face nestled beside her pillow, her little mouth pouting. Yan affectionately kissed her daughter's forehead, tucked the small blanket around her, turned and looked at me, smiling silently. I stretched out my arms to her: now it was my turn to soothe this big child.
The bedside lamp was dimly lit, its orange glow illuminating Yan's jade-like body, outlining her perfect curves on the bed. Yan squinted, stretching out her limbs, letting my tongue roam over her body, occasionally uttering meaningless words. She always used this expression to indicate that she was enjoying sex; when that expression appeared on her face, it meant she was ready, and all I had to do was respond with more passionate kisses, then the assault, and more assault…
The Simmons mattress seemed to be malfunctioning, making a "creaking" sound during our movements, something that hadn't happened before I left. I thought to myself as I thrust vigorously, my penis moving rapidly in and out of Yan's body. Yan let out her usual long moans, which were cut short by my wild thrusts, shattering into fragmented murmurs.
My hands held Yan's hips, stabilizing her body, making the impact of our lower bodies create loud "slap slap" sounds, causing Yan's full, erect breasts to rise and fall like ripples on a spring pond. The pleasure gradually built up, finally erupting like a volcano. Yan struggled beneath me, her hands desperately grasping at my body and legs, like a drowning person searching for a straw.
Everything calmed down, and I pressed my face against Yan's breasts, feeling her softness. Yan hugged my head tightly like a child, saying, "Husband, I love you, husband, I will always love you!"
"I know."
When I woke up, it was still dark. Yan nestled in my arms, her round buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, curled up like a kitten. I lovingly pulled her closer to me, kissing her hair behind her ear. In my heart, Yan is my daughter. I love the feeling of her nestled in my arms, I love her clinging to my neck and acting spoiled, I love her occasional mischievous expression. And now, this daughter, who seems not yet grown up, has already raised an equally adorable and endearing baby!
Yan is sleeping soundly, breathing evenly. I gathered her loose long hair and spread it out beside the pillow. Her slender, graceful neck is mesmerizing in the orange-red light. I carefully stroke and play with it with my palm, afraid of accidentally disturbing her sweet sleep.
There is a deep red mark where her shoulder blade meets her neck, almost invisible unless you look closely.
Curious, I leaned closer to examine it. It was a hickey, the shape of which was faintly discernible. Yan's skin was white, delicate, and tender; even a slight, forceful kiss would leave a clear mark that wouldn't fade for a long time.
I remembered when we were dating, Yan would wear a scarf for several days after our dates to cover the hickeys I left on her neck. Later, her family discovered our relationship because of those marks.
Last night's intimacy was more intense than usual; Yan must be exhausted. Her constitution is naturally delicate. Thinking of my wild, wolfish behavior earlier, I couldn't help but chuckle: we're practically an old married couple, yet we still have such high spirits! I can't remember how I kissed her all over last night, how I kissed her so hard! I searched her body and found two more marks on her thighs and chest. She'll definitely complain this morning; these days, not many women wear scarves on the street.
My daughter rolled over in her crib, babbling incoherently, her slender legs sticking out and perching on the crib railing. Looking at her cute little face, a smile involuntarily spread across my face. This little one is nothing like a typical girl; she's playful and active, and looking after her is quite a chore.
The next two days were a treat for my two darlings: shopping for clothes and getting beauty treatments with my wife, and a family trip to the amusement park, zoo, cinema, and food street. My daughter loves snacks, just like Yan. Yan, trying to maintain her figure, doesn't dare eat them, so she watches Jiajia eat with envy, transferring her cravings to shopping for clothes.
Yan is a super fashion-conscious woman; she can even diet for months just to wear a pretty dress! One of her favorite sayings is, "If I don't dress myself up nicely, you'll look at other women, and if you look too much, you might cheat on me. So I buy clothes for the sake of our family's stability, so you can't object to me buying clothes."
I don't take her lofty theories seriously, but I enjoy watching her do it. After we got married, she stopped working and stayed at home all day with nothing to do. Having something to do does make her feel more fulfilled. I'm a quiet person and prefer peace and quiet. I'm mostly at home and at the hospital, with almost no other social engagements. My greatest pleasure every day is waiting for my wife to make requests, and then indulging her like a spoiled child. I love this woman; her happiness is my greatest joy. In my life, the most important people are these two women, one big and one small!
Yan certainly has the looks to back up her beauty. At 1.69 meters tall, with long, slender legs, a slim waist, and a pert bottom, she's a natural clothes hanger. Add to that her delicate, fair face and her breasts, which have become even fuller after giving birth to Jiajia, and you're instantly captivated.
Her pickiness about clothes bordered on the obsessive. Not only did she demand specific brands, but the designs also had to be form-fitting, not only looking elegant and appropriate but also highlighting her graceful figure. I often joked with her that she loved clothes more than her husband. She would pout, pretending to be angry, putting her hands behind her back, glaring at me with her large, bright eyes, and saying, "You're a miser! You love money more than your wife!"
She didn't look like a mother at all; she looked more like a recent graduate! She never wore her hair up, never the ponytail she used when we were dating. Or she would let her shiny black hair fall loosely, with a delicate hair clip adorning her neck, just enough to reveal half of her small earlobe—she looked so fresh, refined, and elegant! It
was already past four in the afternoon when we got back. Yan took Jiajia upstairs first, while I went to park the car. When I parked and walked back to the elevator entrance, I found Yan hadn't entered yet; she was holding Jiajia and talking to a man.
The man was also a neighbor in the same building, not someone we knew very well. I vaguely remembered him as a real estate tycoon, I think his surname was Tong. He was very tall, bald, in his forties, and still wearing brightly colored clothes.
When he saw me coming, he turned and nodded at me, saying, "Dr. Liang is back?"
I just nodded in response, but didn't answer him. I went over and took Jiajia from Yan's arms. Just then, the elevator came down, and we all got in.
Jiajia was still very excited, playing with the little cartoon sheep-shaped mirror I had bought for her. I stood with her by the elevator door. My family lived on the ninth floor, and I think the man surnamed Tong lived on the fourteenth floor. Yan was behind me, and he stood next to me, leaning over to try and make Jiajia talk.
When the elevator stopped on the ninth floor, I bent down to put Jiajia down and prepared to take out my keys to open the door. In that instant of bending down, the little mirror in her hand wobbled, and I saw in the mirror that the man surnamed Tong quickly pulled his hand back from Yan's bottom. Because it was just a flash, I couldn't see clearly and wasn't sure if what I saw was real. I turned to look at Yan suspiciously and noticed her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes held an undisguised panic.
Before I could even process what had happened, Yan rushed to grab Jiajia's hand and pulled her out of the elevator, mimicking Jiajia's voice as she spoke to her daughter, "Wow! We're home! Tell Daddy to open the door, Mommy wants to take a bath with Jiajia." (Nordfx Library: nordfxs.com)
I stepped out of the elevator and glanced back. The elevator doors were closing, and through the crack, I saw Tong's face, calm and composed, without a trace of unease.
All night, I was restless, replaying that moment in the elevator in my mind. Maybe I really saw it wrong; perhaps Tong's hand just happened to pass behind my wife. I believe Yan; I believe she wouldn't do anything to betray me. But if someone surnamed Tong really harassed Yan, given her personality, she would most likely choose to let it go. I know her too well; she would never lie! I could tell from her expression that something had happened.
I wanted to ask Yan, but I didn't know how. There are taboos between husband and wife, and I didn't want to embarrass her. Perhaps she was concerned about the neighbors and didn't want to make a scene, which is why she chose to cover it up.
But I still felt very uncomfortable. I'm a perfectionist; I can't tolerate even the slightest flaw in my life. Yan is my wife, completely mine alone, and we love each other so much! I can't tolerate anyone even harboring thoughts of wanting my wife.
Yan was already asleep; running around all day must have been a huge ordeal for her. I looked at her sweet smile with affection, then my gaze shifted to the large wedding photo on the wall. In the photo, Yan smiled brightly, her white dress making her look like an angel nestled in my arms, her beautiful face radiant with happiness.
"We're a match made in heaven, we'll grow old together!"
she had told me on our wedding night. Yes, I've always thought so.
On the last day of my holiday, I made no plans and stayed quietly at home. Jiajia ran around in the spacious living room, as lively as a fairy from a myth. Yan was ironing the shirt I was going to wear the next day in the bedroom. She was very serious and focused when she was doing it, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, radiating peace and tranquility. A strand of hair slipped down from her ear and clung to her face. The afternoon sun shone through the window, casting a halo around her slender figure, making her look like a goddess in an oil painting!
In the afternoon, I sorted through my memories of Wenchuan. One tragic and desolate scene after another floated into my mind, making me feel incredibly depressed. As a doctor, death is commonplace, but I still couldn't escape that world of suffering! Yan went to the supermarket and bought some groceries on the way. Jiajia was playing with her Barbie dolls, scattering a pile of toys all over the floor.
The little one got tired of playing, or maybe she was a bit bored, so she came over to me and started causing trouble. I put aside my work, carried her to the balcony, and looked down from the ninth-floor balcony. The clean and tidy neighborhood
stretched out before me: lush green lawns, artfully arranged rockeries, a sparkling and magnificent fountain… I pointed out each feature to my daughter, asking her its name. The little one hesitantly answered, then suddenly shouted, “Mommy! Mommy’s home…”
Following the direction of her little finger, I saw Yan walking into the complex through the main gate. But then my heart sank: behind her was that man surnamed Tong again. My heart jumped. The scene in the elevator that day flashed through my mind again. Would he take the opportunity to harass my wife again?
Fortunately, Yan arrived home quickly, without much delay. As soon as she entered, she put down her things and went to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
After showering, Yan went to the kitchen. I went to the bathroom almost unconsciously, not knowing why I was going there! The bathroom was damp, the steam still lingering. Her clothes were scattered haphazardly in the basin under the sink, her pink underwear conspicuously placed on top.
I picked it up, feeling a dampness on my fingertips. Unfolding it, I clearly saw a wet patch in the crotch area, and Yan's distinctive scent wafted out. I knew that scent very well; it was the scent she gave when she was aroused. But she had only gone shopping!
I suddenly had a bad feeling, and my heart sank.

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