A conservative wife? 8

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The next morning, with mixed feelings, I called my wife. It rang for a long time without answering. Shaking my head, I put down the phone and was about to get out of bed when she called back. I asked when she would be back; our daughter needed to be taken to school at 4 pm. She lowered her voice and said she would try to be back as early as possible. She was going with someone else and didn't want to rush me. I sneered inwardly, suppressing my anger, and said calmly, "Why are you speaking so softly? An exam so early? Don't public institutions give holidays on Sundays?" There was a moment of silence on the other end. I heard footsteps, and after a while, my wife's voice returned to normal. She said her colleague was still sleeping and she didn't want to wake her. Because the exam time was set by the education department, she had to work as usual today, and someone was on duty. I listened to her with bated breath. Afraid of losing my temper and alerting her, I said in a low voice, "Then try to be back as early as possible. I'll go to my parents' place to pick up our daughter. I wish you good luck on your exam." My wife told me to take care of myself at home, that I was the pillar of our family, and not to buy the kids cold drinks, as the weather was getting chilly. I gave her a few perfunctory replies and hung up. My
wife didn't return home until after I dropped our daughter off at school that afternoon. I waited until after 7 pm, still no word from her. Looking at the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts on the coffee table, I felt terrible. I changed into some clothes I don't usually wear and took a taxi to Xiao Li's apartment complex. Looking at the dozen or so high-rise buildings, I knew it was like searching for a needle in a haystack, but I couldn't suppress my anger. I walked around the complex without any clue. Looking up at the densely packed balconies overhead, I hoped to spot my wife's clothes to pinpoint her location, but unfortunately, I couldn't see anything at night. I couldn't resist calling my wife. As soon as the phone rang, I regretted it and quickly hung up. I told myself I couldn't alert them, I couldn't let them prepare. A while later, my phone rang. I saw it was my wife calling. After thinking for a moment, I answered. She apologized first, saying she was planning to come back in the afternoon, but her boss insisted on having dinner together that evening, and everyone agreed, so she couldn't refuse. I suppressed my emotions and asked her when she would be back. She said her colleague who was driving had been drinking, so she would have to get up early the next morning and go straight to school. She also asked what I wanted to eat for dinner, saying she would buy groceries after get off work. Afraid of arousing her suspicion, I casually mentioned a few dishes I usually liked. After hanging up, I sat alone on the curb, watching the cars come and go. Suddenly, a thought struck me. Although I couldn't see Xiao Li's car clearly in the photo, a new Ford SUV shouldn't be common in the same neighborhood. Usually, parking spaces are near your own building. I searched upstairs but couldn't find it, so I went into the basement. After circling around, I saw two cars of the same model, but in different buildings. I wondered how to confirm. After thinking for a moment, I called 114 (directory assistance), gave them the license plate number, and said the owner had parked in the wrong space and asked them to move it. I crouched between two cars, a few parking spaces away, watching the situation. The first person to get off was a fat man in his fifties. He glanced at the parking space number, swore, and left. I went to the other car and did the same thing. Luckily, the 114 operator wasn't the same person, or I would have thought I'd encountered a lunatic. This time, I waited for more than ten minutes, and unsurprisingly, it was Xiao Li who got off. He walked around, shook his head, and walked back. I watched him enter the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, I rushed over. I saw the display stop at the first floor. I knew there must be someone else going up on the first floor, and with so many people, I wouldn't know which floor he would get off on. It seemed I had no choice but to take a risk. He might not know me, or rather, he might not recognize me. I ran down to the first floor through the emergency exit and slipped into the elevator just before the doors closed. Luckily, there were 5 or 6 people inside. I walked to a corner and quickly scanned the area. Xiao Li wasn't looking at me; he was chatting with a middle-aged woman next to him, so they must know each other. One person swiped their card, and everyone else pressed their floor buttons. Xiao Li pressed the 25th floor, and I pressed a floor that no one else was pressing. I kept an eye on Xiao Li's side and heard the woman ask him, "Your parents aren't leaving this time, are they? You and your wife both have stable jobs. It would be great if you could stay here and take care of your grandson after your wife gives birth!" Xiao Li smiled and said, "Aunt Wang, they're going back tomorrow. Grandpa's still at home alone. We'll talk about it after the baby is born!" After that, the woman kept rambling on and on about how Xiao Li got a job in the Education Bureau at such a young age and how great he would be in the future, how beautiful, virtuous, and educated his wife was, and how her son was half as good as Xiao Li, making her feel like she could die in peace... I got off at my floor number, the 18th, entered the fire escape, climbed seven floors to the 25th, and after listening for any noise outside, opened the fire door and entered the corridor. This was a two-elevator, four-unit building. Opposite the stairs were the two middle units, and one on each side. Not knowing which was Xiao Li's apartment, I carefully approached each unit, controlling my footsteps. I could hear nothing from the eastern unit; judging from the voice, it was probably the middle-aged woman from the elevator earlier—likely going through early menopause—loudly berating her son for being useless, only playing video games, having an unstable job, and not finding a wife. She mentioned that Xiao Li's wife had accompanied his mother shopping that afternoon and bought her many things. The other three units were completely silent. However, I had achieved my goal and gained unexpected information. So I didn't linger and went home to organize the information I had gathered: 1. Xiao Li works at the Education Bureau and is from Harbin; 2. His parents were probably here specifically to see their future daughter-in-law, and so far, his wife is cooperating very well; 3. I also roughly knew Xiao Li's address. Next comes the concrete evidence. Besides the intimate photos of the two of them that Amei gave me, I need some other concrete evidence, ideally something useful to check inside Xiao Li's house. I have a rough plan in mind; now it's time to take action.
The next day, when I got home from get off work, my wife was cooking in the kitchen, still as gentle and serene as ever. I couldn't understand how she could have become the person Amin had described. She greeted me happily when I returned, and we had a warm dinner. Looking into her gentle eyes, I felt a pang of sadness, and my own eyes welled up with tears. Seeing my sudden mood swings, she asked what was wrong, telling me to talk to her, that we could face anything together, and that no obstacle was insurmountable. Looking into her eyes, I saw genuine sincerity and heartache. I almost blurted out something, but I held back; I told her I hadn't seen her for days and missed her. My wife shyly said that I had become so smooth-talking, only knowing how to make her happy. While my wife was showering, I went through her bag for the first time. There was no dramatic turn of events; I found a key to the security door in a hidden compartment—it must be Xiao Li's. I took out the prepared inkpad, pressed it on both sides, and put the key back. That evening, my wife, unusually, took the initiative, but thinking about the photo and Amin's description, I couldn't muster any interest. I made an excuse, saying I was too tired from work that day. Fortunately, my wife didn't seem unhappy and quickly fell asleep in my arms. I spent the whole night sleepless, smelling the scent of shampoo in her hair. The next morning, I went out with panda eyes and asked my boss for leave. I went to the key-cutting shop at the market. The key-cutter looked at the inkpad and said he couldn't make a copy, and told me to bring the key with me. I didn't know if he really couldn't make one or if he suspected my motives and was afraid of causing trouble by refusing to make one for me. I went to several shops but none of them could make a key for me. Finally, I spent 200 yuan at a car key duplication shop and they agreed to make one for me. They asked for a photo of my ID card. By the time I got the key and arrived at Xiao Li's building, it was almost 9 o'clock. They should all be at work by then. Since I didn't have an elevator card, I had to climb the stairs. Luckily, the fireproof door on the stairs was open. By the time I reached the 25th floor, I was drenched in sweat. Ignoring my weak legs, I carefully opened the door of the apartment opposite the elevator, on the west side, except for the door of the old lady's apartment on the east side. To be honest, I was very nervous during the process, afraid of being discovered and not knowing how to explain. Fortunately, everything went smoothly. After entering, I took a look around. It was a simple Chinese-style two-bedroom apartment. The shoe cabinet, which had no door, was full of shoes. Only two pairs of shoes were men's shoes, one pair of leather shoes and one pair of sneakers. The rest were women's shoes, mostly 12-centimeter pointed high heels, in various styles and for all seasons. There were also a few pairs of sneakers and unisex slippers. The house was clean and tidy. The kitchen utensils and dishes were neatly arranged, showing that the person who cleaned it had put a lot of effort into it. Clothes, probably washed that morning, were hanging on the balcony. The men's and women's underwear were both red and of normal style. Both rooms were to the right of the living room. The first room was probably the second bedroom. I went in and looked around, but found nothing. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. The moment I opened the master bedroom door, a huge wedding photo hung above the bed. The wife was nestled in Xiao Li's arms, smiling gently, while Xiao Li was also smiling brightly, his arms around his wife. My deep breaths were useless; I felt my blood pressure spike and my head spin. After a long while, I remembered the purpose of my trip. I forced myself to stay alert and went into the room to carefully search for the so-called evidence, trying to avoid looking at the red bedding on the bed. I opened the wardrobe, and like the shoe cabinet, it was mostly filled with women's clothes. Besides the usual styles, there were a few sundresses and bodycon mini-skirt sets. In the hanging bags, I found many sex toys: vibrators, dildos, gags, and an anal plug with a dog's tail attached. With a heavy heart, I opened the drawer below. Besides my wife's usual white panties and light-colored bras, there were small, see-through lace lingerie, thongs, black stockings, and a pair of black open-crotch fishnet stockings. The thought of my wife wearing these lingeries I'd never seen before, writhing and yielding beneath another man, made my hands tremble as I closed the wardrobe and drawers. I continued searching for what I needed, but found nothing. I then placed the prepared voice recorder on top of the air conditioner unit. Unless I stood on a stool, it wouldn't be noticed. The recorder had a sensor switch; it only recorded when there was sound, and could record continuously for 48 hours. As I left, I glanced at the wedding photo, unsure what to do. To be continued…

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