I slept with my wife's lover's wife and daughter, and then sent him to prison.

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Hatred can unearth the deepest recesses of a person's humanity. My current situation is entirely due to my wife's infidelity.
I'm a doctor, and it all started early last year. I was on a business trip, and one evening, returning from a social engagement, I received a call from my wife as soon as I arrived at the hotel. She sounded worried, saying she was sick. I asked what was wrong, but she wouldn't say. After pressing her for a while, she remained silent on the other end of the line, finally saying casually, "You'll know when you get back," and then hung up. I called back, but her cell phone was off, and the landline went unanswered.
I felt something was amiss, so I called her parents. I didn't mention her illness at first, just chatted casually, and finally asked if she had been home recently, and how her work and health were. The elderly couple said she hadn't been home recently, but they had spoken on the phone the previous morning, and everything was fine. After a few more pleasantries, I hung up.
I lay in bed thinking for a while, then got up and called her sister. When the call connected, I went straight to the point and asked my wife what was wrong. On the other end of the phone, my sister asked me with some surprise, "You didn't know? She's pregnant." I was taken aback and asked when it happened. She said she accompanied my wife to the hospital for a checkup yesterday afternoon. I told her that my wife had called me saying she was sick, but didn't mention the pregnancy. My sister said she would go see her and call me later. However, that evening, I didn't receive a call, nor could I contact either of them.
The next morning around 9 a.m., I was in a meeting when my wife called, saying she was pregnant but didn't want the baby and was going to have an abortion. Because it was my turn to speak at the meeting, I only said, "Wait a minute, let's discuss it further, I'll contact you at noon," and quickly hung up.
At noon, I called her, but her phone was off. I called her sister, but her phone was off. I called her parents' house, but no one answered.
That evening, I called her again, and this time she finally answered. Before I could even question her, she started crying on the other end of the phone. Her sobs were soft, a suppressed chorus, but I could feel her heart-wrenching pain. She cried for about ten minutes before calming down slightly. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "I'm sorry, I had the abortion without your consent." I didn't have the heart to say anything, nor did I mention that her phone had been switched off at noon. I comforted her, saying we were still young and could have another child.
My wife is a mid-level manager at a foreign company and is currently in the running for promotion. She said she didn't want the child to cause her to lose this opportunity, which I understood. However, what bothered me was that, at her insistence, I had used condoms during our intimate moments. While this couldn't guarantee complete safety (which is why I hadn't questioned her at the time), deep down, I still felt uneasy.
Because of the demanding nature of my business trip, I stayed for almost a month. During this time, we continued to talk on the phone as usual, letting each other know we were safe. Her mood improved day by day. A week before I returned home, she was promoted from deputy to full-time, just as she had hoped. That night, she and her colleagues celebrated at a hotel. They kept plying her with alcohol, and she hid in the bathroom to call me, telling me she was drunk. She ended by saying, "Honey, you have to keep going!" Far away, I was also infected by her happiness and slept soundly that night.
During this time, her phone was always ringing.
The day I returned home, the flight was delayed, and I arrived late. She and her younger sister were waiting for me to have dinner. The housekeeper wasn't there; her younger sister had cooked dinner.
During dinner, my wife told me that while I was away, the housekeeper had quit and gone home because her husband had some trouble. She had given her an extra 200 yuan before leaving. After dinner, her younger sister said she had to go back to the police station the next day. We discussed hiring a housekeeper (my wife can't cook, and we're usually busy, so we always hire someone), and then went to bed. As
Eileen Chang said, "The way to a woman's heart is through her vagina."
She was right. The moment we got into bed, that familiar body filled me with a sense of estrangement. My wife's deliberate resistance, though concealed, humiliated my self-esteem through her body.
Afterwards, I pretended to be satisfied and closed my eyes, mentally calculating the time the nanny had left. Based on her usual payday and income, a simple calculation confirmed that she had left three days before my wife became pregnant. Connecting this to her several inexplicable reactions during her pregnancy, I was certain: my wife was cheating on me.
Like many brothers on Mop, I followed in your footsteps and also donned this bright green hat.
The next day, I went to the mobile phone company under the pretext of paying the phone bill to check my wife's call records, only to be told the password had been changed. I then checked the home phone's call records at the telecom company; there were no unfamiliar numbers. However, my wife and her sister were talking very frequently, especially after the night her sister-in-law visited my wife. Their calls often lasted over an hour, more than twice a day. Before, they averaged two calls a week, each lasting no more than ten minutes.
My sister-in-law is a police officer. Ice, 27, has a boyfriend and they're planning to get married at the end of the year. I believe she knows about my wife's situation, but getting any information from her is about as difficult as getting a mute to speak—it's practically impossible.
I thought of the nanny; she might be my only clue. The nanny lives in the countryside and doesn't have a phone, so I went home, found a copy of her ID card, and copied down her address.
Two weeks later, I took leave from work, told my wife I had to go on a business trip, and boarded a long-distance bus to the
nanny's place. After a five-hour journey, I finally found her home. I bought some gifts, explaining that I was passing through a nearby city on my business trip and wanted to stop by to see her. She was very touched, busily serving me tea and water while her husband prepared dinner. I asked her if her husband's situation was resolved. She said he was fine, and I quickly apologized, saying I'd misremembered.
During dinner, I asked her why she quit her job. She said it was because her wife told her we were both going abroad for further studies and didn't need anyone at home anymore. I was silent for a moment, then said, "That's right, I was planning to tell you when I got back." She said it didn't matter if it was a few days earlier or later, as her child was in middle school and needed her.
After some casual conversation, I learned the following: During my business trip, my wife didn't come home for three nights. One night, around midnight, a tall man dropped her off at her apartment building. The nanny saw his car; she said it was a black car, the streetlights were dim, and she couldn't see the license plate clearly, but it looked like there were some circles in the middle. The next day, my wife told her we were going abroad, so she went home. She
stayed at the nanny's house for one night. The next morning, after saying goodbye, I walked along a country road and confirmed a few important things: my wife had lied; the nanny was fired because she saw something important; and that man drove an Audi.
I sat on the long-distance bus, feeling lost and confused. For a moment, I even wished the bus would veer off the highway and plunge off a cliff, so I would never have to face the truth.
After returning to the city, I sat in the hospital for a while, then went straight home. I took a shower, feeling utterly exhausted, and as soon as I lay down, I fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, my wife shook me awake, telling me she had to go on a business trip and would
n't be back for a few days. She asked me to wash the car. The sound of her placing the car keys on the coffee table woke me up completely.
The car was a gift I gave my wife when she started working. Back then, I sold my motorcycle and used almost all my savings to fulfill my promise. When she received the car, she hugged me, crying with emotion, her tears soaking my clothes… Her joy, transmitted through her tears, transformed into happiness, making me feel like I was in heaven.
However, years later, she repeatedly expressed that the car was beneath her dignity and hoped to replace it as soon as possible.
And I, I continued to cycle through the commuting crowds, day after day, year after year. Perhaps, I, too, had become beneath her dignity; perhaps it was time to replace it, I couldn't help but think.
While washing the car, the attendant asked me to gather some important items from inside. While cleaning the back seat, I found two strands of hair tangled in the seat cushion—one long and smooth, the other short and stiff. I carefully wrapped it in newspaper. I scraped off some of the surface layer from the area where I suspected there was semen stain with a knife, carefully stored it, and put it in my pocket.
After washing the car, I went home and searched the bed for a while before finding a strand of my wife's hair. I put it together with two other strands. With these three strands and what appeared to be semen, I quickly drove to the hospital.
Trace element analysis revealed that two of the strands were from the same woman, my wife; the other was from a man, which I believe belonged to my lover. Further analysis of pigment content and hair cross-sectional diameter determined my lover's age to be between 40 and 50. A thermal dissociation test confirmed his blood type: A.
Unfortunately, the suspected semen stain had likely been solidified for too long and couldn't be separated.
Determining my lover's age also ruled out my wife's colleague as a suspect. Her company had many young people; no Chinese employee was over 40, and everyone over 40 was a foreigner. My wife had a strong aversion to foreigners; when she first joined the company, the memory of the foreigners' mixed perfume and body odor made her lose her appetite.
Because my wife was away on business, my sister-in-law knew I had nowhere to eat, so she often invited me to her gatherings with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend's surname is Tan, and he's a software engineer at the Agricultural Bank of China.
One day at dinner, we talked about their marriage, and before we knew it, the conversation drifted to having children. I suddenly remembered something and asked my sister-in-law, "Did your sister have surgery at our hospital?" She said, "No, it was a hospital in a neighboring city."
My heart immediately filled with suspicion: the hospital where I work has the best medical facilities in the province, and it's very convenient for the families of medical staff to receive treatment there. Giving up our hospital and going to a neighboring city for surgery must be to hide something.
But my sister-in-law accompanying her wife to our hospital for surgery doesn't require hiding anything. After thinking for a long time, I began to suspect: her lover went with her wife for surgery, but they didn't go to our hospital because they were afraid of running into acquaintances.
Thinking of this, my heart was in turmoil, but I still calmly finished my meal. After dinner, Tan said he was going to urinate, and I followed him. I first splashed water on my face at the sink in the back to calm my inner turmoil. When I entered the restroom, I glanced at the screen and noticed that Xiao Tan was having difficulty urinating, with what appeared to be white mucus in his coronal sulcus. As a doctor, I knew what this meant.
On the way home, I called a friend at a nearby hospital, hoping he could help me retrieve the security footage from the underground parking garage. He said no problem, told me to come the next day, and didn't ask any further questions. A friend is a friend; he'll lend a hand in a pinch, without needing to know why.
The next morning, I called the hospital to change my shift and drove straight to Lincheng.
With my friend's help, I retrieved the footage from that day. Sure enough, it was a black Audi A6, with a license plate from our local government. It dawned on me: my wife frequently interacted with government departments because of her work. Her lover was an official.
With the license plate number, things became relatively easier. After two days of effort, I basically figured out the lover's background. He was the director of a bureau, a deputy director-level cadre, 45 years old; my wife was 40 years old, a finance officer in a bureau, a deputy division-level cadre; their relationship appeared quite good in public. I have a 20-year-old daughter studying at a university in this city.
There's also some important information: her lover hasn't been in the city these past few days. I suspect they're together.
That evening, my wife called to say she'd be back tomorrow. I pondered how to have a proper talk with her.
Honestly, although my wife has cheated, if she could turn back in time, I don't want to confront her.
Her lover has a family, and for the sake of his position, he can't marry her.
They're more than ten years apart in age, practically from different generations. When the illusions of officialdom, materialism, and father complex are shattered by the resentment and darkness of a long-term clandestine affair, I wonder if they can truly find a bond to maintain this relationship long-term, besides the thrill of the affair.
Of course, whether the age gap is an advantage or a disadvantage, I can't say for sure. Perhaps a woman's psychology, throughout her life, always needs the shadow of her father to feel safe.
After my wife returned, life went on as usual. She seemed somewhat dazed. Sometimes she would sit blankly on the bed, then suddenly smile happily; other times, while watching TV with great interest, she would appear lost in thought, then suddenly turn icy cold.
My temper also began to flare. I argued with patients several times, made a few misdiagnoses, and was publicly criticized by hospital leaders. Returning home and seeing her like this, I sometimes felt grief and anger, sometimes heartache.
In our marital life, my violent tendencies gradually surfaced. I often had sex with her in the middle of the night while she was asleep. In the dry, intense friction, I felt no physical pleasure, but rather her pain brought me a slight sense of emotional satisfaction. Afterwards, she would often cry, but never stopped me. I think perhaps deep down, she tacitly approved of atoning for my sins in this way.
Even so, I still insisted on using condoms every time. Although the feeling of going naked was as fleeting as a wave, I still didn't want to further damage her body for my own selfish reasons. I held fast to a certain self-acceptable bottom line, unless I stopped loving her.
About three months later, it was raining heavily when my wife picked me up from the hospital. We were silent the whole way home. As we neared home, she broke the silence and said, "I want a child."
I said okay.
After dinner, we had passionate sex. She was very enthusiastic, her movements intense, taking the initiative. I reciprocated, and in her long-lost, dreamy eyes, I felt a renewed sense of pleasure.
Forty days later, she told me she was pregnant.
I was speechless with sadness.
After my wife became pregnant, she brought her mother to live with us, and we hired another person. However, from then on, I rarely ate at home, drinking heavily every night, sometimes not even coming home to sleep.
My wife's pregnancy had torn apart my resolve; I wanted to forget her and get revenge.
One night, while I was singing at a karaoke bar, my sister-in-law called, saying my wife wasn't feeling well and might need to be taken to the hospital, asking where I was. Fueled by alcohol, I told her I didn't know where I was either, and asked her to guess. If she guessed correctly, she could tell me her exact location.
Twenty minutes later, my sister-in-law arrived with two plainclothes police officers. Ice came to my private room, pulled me off the laps of the two girls, pushed me downstairs, and shoved me into a van.
My wife had already been taken to the hospital. Seeing her lying pitifully in the hospital bed, I felt a wave of nausea and vomited all over the floor in the room. Then, I leaned against the wall and fell asleep.
Unfortunately, my wife's symptoms were just normal pregnancy reactions, possibly accompanied by postpartum depression, which made the reaction more severe. My wife will naturally have postpartum depression, because both of the children's fathers can only forever hide in their shells. I sneered inwardly, accompanied by a sharp pain.
The next morning, my sister-in-law barged into my office and berated me in front of the patients. I asked the nurse to send her away, but she wouldn't leave. I told her that this was a hospital, a place for medical treatment, and that she could see me, but she had to pay to register. She turned and left, registering 10 appointments with me and berating me all morning.
In the afternoon, I asked the urologist to check Xiao Tan's medical records and test reports, and sure enough, I got the results. I called my sister-in-law and told her I was coming over that evening to talk to her. I asked Xiao Tan to leave, and she sneered, "Fine, I knew you wouldn't dare do anything to the police."
After work, I put the documents in a worn-out express mail envelope. When I arrived at my sister-in-law's house, she was wearing a police uniform and a hat. I told her to take off her uniform; if she still acted so serious, I wouldn't say a word.
I told her I hadn't eaten and asked her to cook some noodles. She agreed, changed into civilian clothes, and went downstairs to buy some braised dishes. After cooking the noodles, I said I wanted to drink. After searching for a while, she pulled out a bottle of Yili Daqu liquor, then stood aside, arms twisted, coldly watching me eat and drink.
I told her not to look down on me like that. Who did she think she was? Her sister was wronged, and she wanted to stand up for her? Was she more wronged than me? I'll try getting pregnant with your bastard child someday and make you a free mother, then we'll see if your sympathy still overflows.
She jumped at me, trying to hit me, but I pushed her away. I threw the envelope at her and sneered, "Take a good look. This is your son Tan's test report. Gonorrhea. Do you know what that is? Let me explain. It's a sexually transmitted disease, called gonococcal urethritis. The main route of transmission is sexual intercourse. Don't tell me you infected him." After
saying that, I grabbed the bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls.
I knew clearly that this was a devastating blow to her.
My sister-in-law had been in two relationships. Her first boyfriend was her true love, but she had to break up with him after he was caught philandering. When they broke up, she was heartbroken, went on a two-day hunger strike, and refused any man's advances for a year.
Xiao Tan wasn't tall, nor was he handsome; his appearance was a far cry from her ex-boyfriend's. She dated Xiao Tan mainly because she valued his reliability and simplicity, believing she could entrust her life to him. I guess she never dreamed that this tech idiot who could only write code would have such a dissolute side.
In my line of sight, my sister-in-law bit her lip tightly, her hand holding the report trembling slightly, her eyes brimming with tears. After a while, she squatted down, covered her face with her hands, and began to sob softly.
I went over and helped her up, saying, "Do you know how I feel? It's not easy to have your lover cheat on you." Hearing me say this, she threw herself into my arms and burst into tears. Infected by her, my own eyes blurred as well.
In just one minute, my sister-in-law had emptied the bottle. Then she rummaged through drawers looking for wine, but couldn't find any, so she rushed out and bought a bottle of Langyatai from the small shop downstairs. She sat on the steps by the garden and continued drinking. I followed her all the way, keeping her company, watching her unable to distinguish between her snot and tears.
When I carried her upstairs, she was completely unconscious. However, as I put her on the bed and was about to leave quietly, she gently took my hand and clearly said, "Brother-in-law, don't go."
I smiled, a little painful.
The next morning, when I left my sister-in-law, there was a new photo on my phone, the content of which was a reference to the most exciting double scene in the sex scandal.
When my wife was lying between her lover's legs, experiencing repeated orgasms, did she ever think that her sister-in-law had once ridden on me, twisting her waist? When my wife nestled in her lover's arms, pitying me, did she ever think that one day I would laugh at her
for speeding along on my bicycle, arriving at the hospital in the blink of an eye, taking light steps up the stairs, opening the office door, lighting a cigarette, and feeling much better.
In my heart, the color of the green hat had faded considerably.
My wife's belly grew bigger, and the stimulation for me intensified. Thankfully, her mother and the nanny were at home; otherwise, I would have had to fulfill my responsibilities as a father to my lover, taking care of the unborn child. When we were home, we only met for meals. I usually hid in my study, reading and playing on the computer. I used the excuse of being afraid of rolling over onto the baby to sleep in the study, trying to avoid seeing my wife as much as possible. Our communication was reduced to a few words: "Open the door," "Time to eat," "Go to bed early," "Goodbye." That was all.
During this time, my wife's younger sister came once; she and Xiao Tan had broken up. When she told us, she glanced at me, but I pretended not to see her and kept eating. After dinner, I went back to my study and listened to their conversation in the living room. From her words, I could tell she was very concerned about me and tried to find out anything about me. As for the reason for her breakup with Xiao Tan, she only said faintly that we were incompatible and refused to say anything more.
As she left, she knocked on the study door and called out loudly, "Brother-in-law, I'm leaving. Be good to my sister."
I opened the door; she had already gone downstairs.
I told my wife I'd see her off, grabbed my car keys, and followed her downstairs. In the stairwell, I reached for her hand, but she pulled away and rushed forward, dashing out of the security door. I followed closely behind, and when our building was no longer visible, I reached for her again. She gripped my hand tightly, as if I would disappear if she let go.
We practically ran to the car and embraced. My sister-in-law hugged me tightly, tears streaming down her face, saying, "Brother-in-law, I missed you." I gently kissed her neck and said, "I missed you too."
That night, I called home; the housekeeper answered. I told her some colleagues were going out drinking and I'd be home late.
I didn't get home until almost 2 a.m.; my wife was already asleep.
My wife has always been a taboo subject between me and my sister-in-law. Every time she's mentioned, we both remain silent. Only once did she ask me why I was so sure the child wasn't mine. I said, "A feeling." She said, "What if it is?" I said, "There are no 'what ifs.'" She asked me what we would do in the future, and I said we would divorce after the child is born. She cried. I knew she meant what we would do in the future, but I deliberately avoided the question because I didn't know either.
One day, my sister-in-law told me that a colleague had liked her for many years and, knowing she had broken up with her boyfriend, had started pursuing her again. I didn't pay much attention at the time. A few days later, I had just gotten off work when a tall man stopped me, saying he was my sister-in-law's colleague and wanted to talk.
I felt a little guilty and said I had something to do at home and we could talk another day, then hurriedly left. Later, I called my sister-in-law, and she said that the man pursuing her was him, and that he had found out about our affair. I asked how he found out, and she said he was police and had his methods.
The next day, that policeman stopped me again.
I didn't want to talk to him and turned away. He grabbed me, demanding to talk.
I said there was nothing to talk about. He said he knew about our affair, and if I didn't talk, he'd tell your wife. I laughed, pointed my finger at his nose, and said, "If you don't tell her, you're a bastard! I want her to know, thank you for helping me. Let me be clear, I don't love women. I slept with her because she's my wife's sister. My wife cheated on me, and I want revenge."
He turned and left.
That night, I called my sister-in-law, but she didn't answer. I texted her, but she didn't reply.
The next day, I waited for her on my way home from work. She made a phone call, looked at me with disdain, and wouldn't say a word. A little while later, that police officer arrived. He pushed me away and warned me to leave her alone.
Later, I found out that what I said that day had been recorded by the police officer and played for my sister-in-law.
My affair with my sister-in-law came and went quickly.
I was somewhat resentful, but there was nothing I could do. Besides, she and that police officer... Ice and I have officially started a relationship. If I were to try and steal her away, I would inevitably suffer the consequences, at worst ending in mutual destruction.
My sister-in-law's words have resonated with me deeply: "He's a policeman. Ice has his methods."
That policeman, Ice's surname is Song. My mother-in-law's birthday party was held at a hotel, and my sister-in-law brought him along, introducing him as her boyfriend and colleague.
He greeted everyone, then walked up to me, smiling broadly as he extended both hands to shake mine, saying, "Brother-in-law, hello. ** often mentions you, saying you're a virtuous husband and a good brother in the family. Please guide me in the future; there are many things I still need to learn from you." I watched helplessly as my right hand deformed in his palms, unable to utter a single word. He used tremendous force; I almost heard the sound of my hand bones breaking.
I finally managed to free myself, sat down in a chair, calmed myself down, and then said, "Song, you're very smart, and I like you very much. I hope we can become family in the future. Let's skip the formalities."
The banquet was very lively, but everyone at our table had their own agenda: my wife, my sister-in-law, and Xiao Song. I didn't know what they were thinking, just as they didn't understand my thoughts.
One day after work, since I had the next two days off and didn't want to go home anyway, I met up with some doctors from the medical examination team for drinks.
At the table, we talked about work, and they complained that being in the medical examination team was boring, there were no opportunities for clinical training, and their professional skills were stagnant, etc. A
doctor surnamed Zhao mentioned that a third-year student from a certain university was coming for a medical examination the day after tomorrow, and he had to attend a parent-teacher conference for his son that day, so he asked me to cover for him. I wanted to rest, so I made an excuse that I had to accompany my wife for a routine check-up the day after tomorrow, and I was worried about making a mistake because I wasn't familiar with the procedure, so I declined. Dr. Zhao didn't say much. Actually, we both knew that the excuse about not being familiar with the procedure was just that—an excuse; almost anyone could do a medical examination.
When we parted, I shook Dr. Zhao's hand and said I was sorry I couldn't help. He said it was okay, and we all went our separate ways.
On the way home, I suddenly remembered that my lover's daughter was a third-year student at that university. I thought about it for a long time, shook my head, and slowly walked home.
The next evening, when my wife stood up to get dinner, her protruding belly bumped into my arm, and I felt so nauseous that I couldn't eat anymore. I hurriedly fled back to my study.
I slumped over my desk, shame and anger like two iron fists, one from Ali and the other from Tyson, relentlessly pounding me to pieces.
I called Lao Zhao, telling him I was free tomorrow and could cover his shift. He was delighted, saying he was just struggling to find someone, and I'd solved his immediate problem; thank you. I said no thanks, I should be thanking you.
That night, I didn't sleep a wink. Finally, I was about to make contact with my lover.
Revenge had only just begun.
The first time I saw my lover's daughter, she was having her vision tested. Looking into her clear eyes, pure as pristine mineral water, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt a little dizzy. This feeling was the same one I'd had when I first saw my wife.
Just a moment later, I received a follow-up call from Pixiv's customer service. The day before yesterday, a hacker broke into my computer, giving me quite a fright. I hurriedly downloaded a remote security app called "Pisiz" from the internet. It's specifically designed to prevent screen monitoring, block keyboard and mouse logging, and prevent unauthorized viewing of chat logs. Having this gadget made me feel much more at ease. The service is so good now; they even follow up after purchases. We're treated like royalty, haha. Let me continue.
When it was my turn to check her health, I deliberately mentioned some abnormalities, which startled her. I reassured her that it was just a minor issue and would get better with some rest. I gave her my phone number, telling her she could contact me if she needed anything. Of course, under the guise of concern, I also got her phone number and dorm address.
I got her blood test results that day; she was slightly anemic.
Otherwise, there were no problems.
I called her that day to tell her about her blood indicators. Hearing about the anemia made her a little sad, but I was very grateful because her classmate got their results several days later.
Using concern and advice as an excuse, I maintained a call-to-call schedule every two days. Gradually, we became familiar with each other.
A month later, on a weekend, without telling her, I bought a bouquet of flowers and some iron supplements and went to see her at school. She was very happy and we had dinner together. During our conversation, I casually complimented her, pretending to have unexpectedly found common ground and was surprised to discover we shared the same hobbies. She laughed innocently and said she hadn't been this happy in a long time.
Before leaving, she told me I could call her YY. I asked, "Is that how only the closest people call you?" She lowered her head and said, "Yes."
I said, "You can call me Uncle, that's what my closest people call me now." She laughed and playfully hit me, saying, "You're not old, I'll call you Brother."
During this time, I carefully studied her medical report. The report showed her blood type, and based on her birthday, I deduced her zodiac sign. Combining her zodiac sign and blood type, I summarized the basic personality traits of girls like her. Although judging a person's personality based on their zodiac sign and blood type is somewhat unreliable, I didn't want to fight an unprepared battle, and I had to succeed.
I started texting her every day. First, I wanted to become a part of her life.
Day 1
: "It's raining here, is it raining where you are? Remember to wear warm clothes." "
No." She replied. Day
2 :
"Have you eaten?" "
Not yet. " She replied,
"Pay attention to nutrition, don't just eat vegetables." "
Okay, thank you." She replied.
Day 3
: "I bought a pair of red shorts today." "
Oh, do they look good?" She replied , "No,
they look bad, very sexy." "Hehe." She replied
, "Actually, I bought two pairs." "Oh." She replied
, "One of them is underwear, hehe." "Ugh." She replied.
Day 4:
"I argued with a patient today, it's all your fault." "
What does it have to do with me?" She replied, "I
was thinking too much when I was writing the prescription this morning and made a mistake. Someone came to my door this afternoon." "
Be careful, but does it have anything to do with me?" She replied
, "I didn't dare to say." "
It's okay, go ahead." She replied
, "I was thinking about you at the time and drew a thigh on the prescription." "
...I'm dying of laughter, really?" she replied.
On the fifth day
, YY wrote, "I want to come see you
tonight." "I'm going home today," she replied, "
Just glancing at it
." "I'm leaving after school," she replied ,
"I'll take you home.
" "My mom's picking me up, it wouldn't be good
if she saw me," she replied, "Well... okay, but you have to promise me one thing." "
What is it?" she replied , " Think about me carefully before you go to sleep."
"
No," she replied . A while later , she sent another message: "Just thinking about you casually before I go to sleep." I smiled and closed my phone. Having received systematic psychology training, I subtly and gradually entered her heart. I went over and hugged her tightly. Hugging her, in that instant, I regretted it. I dragged her from the alley to the street. I hailed a taxi, put her inside, and told the driver to take her to school. She silently shed tears, without resistance. As the taxi drove away, I stood by the roadside, chain-smoking, unable to calm my mind. Before I finished my cigarette, the taxi turned back. YY jumped out, rushed to me, and began hitting me repeatedly, crying and shouting, "Why? Why?" It was during walks, and the street was crowded. Many people gathered around, some laughing, some gossiping, and some offering words of comfort. I hardened my heart, saying nothing, letting her vent. Later, when she was tired of hitting me, she sat by the roadside, covering her head and sobbing uncontrollably. I seized the opportunity to quickly walk away, disappearing from her sight, then quietly returned, watching her from a distance. She cried sadly for a long time, until several women nearby tried to comfort her. She stood up, looked around, and, not finding me, walked towards the rented house. Reaching the alley entrance, perhaps because it was too dark, she hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the school. The school was far from the hospital; it took her about an hour and a half to walk there.

I followed her all the way, watching her walk into the dormitory. I waited downstairs for another hour, but nothing happened, so
I took a taxi home. A few days later, Lan Yu called me, saying things were looking promising and asked to meet that evening to discuss it. Her voice on the phone sounded strange, with an indescribable sadness mixed with a hint of relief. Of course, the resentment was much stronger.
After work, I picked her up, and we didn't talk about the project the whole way.
During dinner, Lan Yu kept asking me if I loved her, and I kept saying yes. She then asked if I would marry her, and I stood up, took her hand, and said, "Let's go register right now." She laughed happily, even though she knew it was a joke. Sometimes, a woman's stubborn desire for marriage seems unbelievable to me; it has nothing to do with age, it seems they are all like this.
After dinner, I brewed a pot of tea and sat in the private room to rest.
After a while, Lan Yu said softly, "He agreed to the project, on the condition that I divorce him." Her eyes welled up with tears as she finished speaking.
I was secretly delighted. It was part of my plan; I knew my lover wouldn't agree so easily. Divorce was originally one of the conditions I intended Lan Yu to propose to him, but unexpectedly, he brought it up himself.
Perhaps it's because his wife is about to give birth. I thought that if he could divorce before the baby's birth, it would have a special meaning for both his wife and child.
In any case, his action gave me a significant advantage in my next move.
I slammed my fist on the table and cursed him, calling him despicable. In my rage, I even smashed a teacup.
My hatred for him wasn't just for show. At that moment, all my long-held resentment towards him was vented through his injustice and humiliation of Lan Yu. As I cursed, I thought of how my wife and I would eventually fall apart. Although I had expected it, my eyes still reddened.
Lan Yu was constantly crying. At first, she occasionally echoed my words, cursing her husband a few times. Seeing me cry, she was affected and sobbed uncontrollably at the dining table, unable to utter a word, her heart filled with intense hatred for her lover. After
calming down slightly, Lan Yu told me that after the divorce, the house and all the property would belong to her, and her lover would leave with nothing. I said I couldn't let him get away with it so easily; he needed to come up with an additional sum of money.
Lan Yu said her lover was usually quite honest, only accepting inexpensive gifts. He appeared successful on the outside, but actually didn't have much money, and she usually managed all the finances.
I told her the amount Da Lin had promised her lover. Lan Yu was surprised, hesitated for only a few seconds, and then was tempted. She looked at me firmly and nodded.
That night, I couldn't sleep a wink. Although I was certain that her lover would accept the money under pressure from Lan Yu demanding a breakup fee, I was still worried about unexpected changes that might ruin everything. Then all my efforts would be wasted, my fantasies, my love would be sacrificed in vain.
It wasn't until the afternoon of the third day that I received Lan Yu's call.
He agreed. Lan Yu suppressed her voice, but couldn't hide her joy. On the phone, Lan Yu asked me to arrange for Da Lin to bring some things to her house at 8 PM the next night, where her lover would be waiting for him. She specifically instructed her lover to have Da Lin go alone.
I secretly admired her lover's caution. However, even his reaction was within my expectations. I never intended to step into this mess myself; I wanted to make him sink, but not myself. Protecting myself as much as possible has always been my highest principle.
After work, I went to Gome to buy tools, then waited for Lan Yu downstairs at her office. After getting in the car, I handed her a small Sony camcorder, asking her to set it up in a hidden place at home the next day to record everything that happened.
At first, she hesitated, saying it wasn't necessary. I told her: after the divorce, she and her lover were like strangers; if her lover were to come to light one day, he might falsely accuse her of accepting bribes, claiming it had nothing to do with him. To protect myself, I had to prepare for the worst. I needed to seize this opportunity and gather solid evidence against him, just in case. Even if I didn't need it later, it wouldn't do me any harm.
Lan Yu nodded, praising my thoughtful consideration. I lay back in the driver's seat, letting out a long sigh of relief.
That evening, I called Da Lin to tell him it was done and to prepare to go to his lover's house alone at 8 PM the next night. Da Lin was overjoyed and said on the phone that he wanted to thank me properly.
I chuckled twice.
The next evening, I was restless, anxiously awaiting news from Lan Yu.
At 9 PM, Lan Yu called to say everything was settled. I was ecstatic. That night, I danced and sang alone in my rented room, getting completely drunk. I didn't even ask for leave from the hospital and slept until noon the next day.
That evening, I had dinner with Lan Yu. She said her lover had already given her the money, then took out a video camera from her bag and showed me the recording, adding that she might as well let me keep both the money and the video. I praised her for handling it well, saying that it was her property, and after we got married, it would be her premarital property, and I had no right to touch it. Lan Yu didn't say anything more, just looked at me with admiring eyes for a long time.
After dinner, she went to the restroom, and I took her bag and went downstairs to get the car. I rushed to the car and drove it out of the parking lot. On the roadside, I copied the video footage to my laptop. During this time, she called, saying she couldn't find the car. While I was working frantically, I told her to wait for me at the hotel entrance, lying that the parking lot staff asked me to move the car, so I drove out first, turned around on the street, and came to pick her up.
Although time was very tight, I still did everything in an orderly manner.
A few minutes later, I picked her up at the hotel entrance without arousing any suspicion. Actually, it didn't matter anymore; it was just that my remaining conscience made me feel that the later she knew the truth, the better.
Twenty days later, Dalin called me, saying he'd won the bid for the project. He was incredibly grateful on the phone, saying he'd treat me to dinner that night and had a small gift for me.
I understood what the gift meant.
I've always believed that money is a dirty thing, and anything that can be repaid with something dirty can't be good. Deep in my soul, I've always felt that my revenge is noble, a ruthless pursuit of dignity, unblemished by baseness, uncorrupted by shamelessness. But only the filth of money can tarnish it; if it's mixed with money, it will be defiled—spiritual pursuits, once invaded by the temptations of reality, will immediately deteriorate, rot, and ultimately crumble—love is the same.
Therefore, even any benefits gained incidentally during the revenge process, as long as they involve material interests, would feel like an insult to my noble soul. To act despicably while believing oneself to have a noble soul—this is a strange, somewhat chaotic way of thinking, perhaps one that will never resonate, or perhaps I haven't even clearly expressed it.
I refused to have dinner with Dalin and told him that this had nothing to do with me; I had only introduced them, nothing more. I also warned him not to bother me again. Dalin was surprised, but quickly composed himself and apologized to me on the phone, saying it was all his fault and he would drink three cups of wine as punishment next time.
I found it amusing, yet I also admired his self-restraint and his servile behavior in front of those who thought themselves useful, and even more so, his hypocritical courage to admit his mistakes when he didn't even know they were wrong. I had no patience to listen to his continued rambling, so I slammed the phone down, forever spitting his voice and his face a thousand miles away.
A despicable person doesn't like another despicable person, just as a lazy general doesn't like a lazy soldier. On this platform of despicable behavior, I am undoubtedly the general.
After learning that Dalin had won the bid for the project, I made four copies of the video recording. I sent one to the Provincial Procuratorate and one to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.
I knew all too well that even with solid evidence, bringing down a deputy director-level official was by no means easy. So, I sent the remaining two copies to the director of a department and the deputy director who ranked second.
My lover was the first deputy. In officialdom, the relationship between the head and the first deputy is usually strained, as the former is an obstacle to the latter, and the latter a significant threat. Similarly, the relationship between the first and second deputies is also strained for the same reason.
Theoretically, their relationship with their lover was that of political enemies—or, to omit the word "political," simply enemies. Having the enemy's Achilles' heel, I believe their political acumen wouldn't allow them to be merciful—unless they had done the same thing in the project. To rule out this possibility, I sent a copy to the second deputy, since he wasn't in charge of this area.
A month later, I heard, as I had hoped, that my lover had been placed under investigation. A week later, Lan Yu was also arrested. She was foolish; she kept her money at home.
Three days later, I heard the news that Lan Yu had fallen from a building.
That night, I found YY; she was distraught, hiding alone in her messy home. She opened the door for me and then clung to me tightly, as if she had found a savior.
Seeing YY crying in my arms, my heart suddenly ached, and my wife's sister's sorrowful expression gradually appeared before my eyes. Because of my wife's infidelity, I had already hurt too many people; I couldn't continue down this path. I made a decision.
Lifting YY's head, I said to her earnestly: "Don't be sad, wait for me, I will definitely be with you, for a lifetime!!"
Suddenly, I missed you. It's been so long since I've been home. Home, in my heart, has become something I don't know what it is anymore. Lost in thought, my mother-in-law called, saying my wife was having contractions and it seemed she was about to give birth. I took a day off, went home, and took my wife to the hospital. More than ten hours passed, and the nurse brought out a chubby little girl—my wife's baby. Looking at that face that looked so much like my wife's, and even a little bit like her… I was overwhelmed with emotion and couldn't say a word.
Because it was a natural birth, my wife was discharged quickly. It seems the lover's arrest had a huge impact on my wife; for a long time, she stared at her daughter's small face, her voice pitifully soft. Several times I wanted to speak, but I didn't know where to begin.
After a few awkward days, my wife asked me, "What name do you think we should name her?" I thought of YY (a popular online personality), and realized it was time for everything to end. No matter who it is, if they do something wrong, they need to take responsibility. Dragging it out might hurt even more people. I hesitated for a moment, then seriously said to my wife, "Let's have our daughter take your surname, and we should break up..." My wife's face turned deathly pale, and tears streamed down her face: "You know everything..."
"Yes, I knew all along."
"Can you give me a chance... I was with him entirely because I wanted to develop my career... Only he could help me with that."
"I'm sorry, I feel I can't face someone who isn't my child calling me 'Dad'." She paused for a moment, "More importantly, I feel I've fallen deeply in love with another innocent girl." ...
Never did I expect that my wife and I would separate so peacefully. I moved out and went straight to YY's place. I owe her so much in this life. Although I didn't want to tell her everything, afraid she would be heartbroken and unable to accept it, I will cherish and love her for the rest of my life, as a way of giving her closure.
That night, YY slept soundly. She nestled in my arms, her breath salty, smelling like a cat that had just eaten fish.
It seemed she hadn't slept well for many days. In her sleep, she had a contented smile on her face, dreaming of me, Lan Yu, or her father, or perhaps neither. Maybe she had returned to the beautiful Nala. On the vast grassland, a lone rider rode a horse, carefree, traversing the blue sky and white clouds.
I had no way of knowing what she was dreaming about, only that it must have been something beautiful. I watched her quietly. Sometimes, I even wished she would linger in her dream, never to wake up, never to face this cruel world, for this was the true nightmare.
My gaze began to glaze over, and gradually, I couldn't bear to blink. I greedily savored her last moments of happiness, wanting to grasp it, to cast it into my heart, and lock it away firmly. Perhaps, in the years to come, it would never return; perhaps even if it did, I would never see it again.
In the latter half of the night, I drifted off to sleep. Around three o'clock, I woke with a start, realizing I was crying. Tears streamed down my cheeks and onto YY's hair. She frowned, turned over, and faced away from me. A few seconds later, she trembled, then immediately rolled back over, burying her head deep in my chest, her hands clinging even tighter to me.
Why is it that angelic YY can only sleep peacefully in the arms of a devil?
Why does fate always seem to mock life so indifferently? Is it to show that it enjoys cruelty?
My heart began to bleed, as if YY had been laid bare in the yurt. Blood dripped onto my heart, its crimson rose petals dancing to the rhythm of sorrow within me. As it danced, it slowly bloomed, its dance faster and faster, its blossoms more vibrant… its dance was so poignant, it tore at my heart.
In an instant, I could no longer withstand the onslaught of depression and grief; they ruthlessly shattered my dignity, bursting forth like a tsunami. I shoved YY aside, rushed to the bathroom, and wept uncontrollably.
The next morning, before YY woke up, I left.
It should all end, I thought.
But even after leaving, I still wanted to make amends for the harm I had caused YY, so I decided to marry her.

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