I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife - Chapter 170

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At that moment, my father and Xiaoying were facing the mirror, neither of them turning around. Perhaps they both thought they were hallucinating and dared not turn around, afraid that what they were seeing was real. Their gazes, reflected in the mirror, met mine. At that moment, I had lost my mind. Work, career, family, kinship, love—all of these were thrown to the back of my mind. Everything had seriously crossed my bottom line. That's just how I am. To use a somewhat inappropriate phrase, it's like this: "Silent until the moment of truth, then a thunderous outburst." Once I explode, all my anger is unleashed.
I stood behind them, panting heavily. Time passed slowly, and finally, my father and Xiaoying slowly turned around. They turned around at the same time, as if they were in perfect sync. Seeing how perfectly in sync they were turning around, I was furious. Everything they said and did seemed so hateful to me.
Finally, my father and Xiaoying turned around and faced me. Their expressions were filled with extreme fear. They stumbled in unison, and as is the instinctive reaction when people fall, they grab onto something nearby. The fact that they almost fell but then caught each other in an instant only reignited my anger. I was trembling all over, and sweat poured from my sweat glands. I felt as if I had been drenched in rain.
My father and Xiaoying absolutely refused to believe what they were seeing. It was utterly illogical for me to be in this room. As if afraid they were seeing things, they steadied themselves and rubbed their eyes simultaneously. When they opened their eyes again, their fear had reached its peak; their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their lips quivered.
"Okay, you two are very good...hehe..." Seeing that the two of them were like one person, even their expressions of fear were so cooperative, I could only smile silently.
I smiled bitterly, tears welling in my eyes, perhaps tears of blood. I slowly walked up to them. A father is a father, after all; I can't hit him, I can't scold him, otherwise it would be considered a grave offense, no matter what he did wrong. I wanted to slap Xiaoying, but I couldn't. You see, from the moment we met until now, I've never laid a finger on her. I couldn't bring myself to hit her.
At that moment, my father and Xiaoying seemed to have lost all their souls, motionless, their entire bodies enveloped in fear, like criminals, and I, a judge, awaiting my judgment. I slowly walked up to them, smelling Xiaoying's familiar scent, but now it had changed, mixed with the odor of male hormones. I had lost all ability to think, my body entirely controlled by my conscious mind.
"This is the second time I've seen you in a wedding dress, but you don't look as beautiful as the first time. You were so beautiful then, I'll never forget it..." I smiled, reaching out to smooth Xiaoying's hair, then adjusting her wedding dress. Every time I touched Xiaoying's body, she trembled. Slowly, tears finally streamed down her face. The fear in her eyes gradually gave way to guilt, apprehension, timidity, and even a hint of shame. Perhaps only when I touched her hair and her wedding dress did she believe that I wasn't an illusion, but truly real.
Throughout this process, I didn't glance at my father once, as if he didn't exist. After adjusting Xiaoying's wedding dress, I smiled slightly at her, then slowly turned around and limped away, exhausted. At that moment, all I wanted was to leave this place, to never see them again. I wanted to take Haohao and leave this home, quit my job, hire a lawyer to get a divorce, and then take my son Haohao to another place, a place where no one could find me, to start a new life. I wouldn't take my own life, because I still have my son.
My legs were numb, and I was limping, but I didn't care. I walked out of the house, and behind me I could only hear two people breathing heavily with extreme fear, and they remained motionless. Outside, it was dark, and the dim moonlight illuminated the indistinct path ahead. A cold wind brushed my face, but it didn't make me feel refreshed. I was so tired, so very tired; I wanted to rest. I wandered aimlessly like a ghost, seemingly unable to find the gate to the yard. As long as there was a path, even flat ground, I walked on it, until the weeds seemed to reach my waist.
"Honey, let me explain..." As I was walking, I heard a soft voice behind me, along with faint footsteps, though they were very light.
I glanced back coldly and saw Xiaoying running towards me, carrying her wedding dress in both hands. The dress was so long that the hem trailed on the ground. I could almost see her barefoot, running towards me. She was wearing high heels, which would have made it impossible for her to catch up. Perhaps she was in such a hurry that she hadn't had time to take off her dress and had simply taken off her shoes, chasing after me barefoot. After glancing at her, I continued walking. Perhaps because I had been behind the curtains for too long, the blood circulation in my legs and feet hadn't fully recovered, and I still felt very little.
"Husband, don't do anything foolish, wait for me, let me explain..." Xiaoying's voice sounded urgent from behind, but there was nothing she could do. She was barefoot, and the ground was full of weeds and branches, so her feet were probably cut and bleeding.
Do something foolish? Why would I do something foolish? To please you? I want to laugh. Can't handle the pressure and commit suicide? I, Wang Jincheng, am not that kind of extreme person. But as I walked, I somehow ended up on the cliff to the left of my father's house. Actually, it wasn't exactly a cliff, but rather a rather steep bank on the left side of the island in the river, about 8 meters above the water. I had warned Hao Hao not to come here before when he came to play, but I never imagined that I would wander aimlessly through the woods and end up here. To be honest, I didn't intentionally come here; it was purely by chance.
I looked up at the dark sky, where only an incomplete moon shone. I felt like a wolf howling at the moon, but I lacked the strength to howl. God, you brought me here by chance; do you want me to die too? Although I think I deserve to die—why did I choose that path in the first place? No wonder Xiaoying thought I was going to do something foolish; I had unwittingly walked towards the cliff.
Having reached the edge of a cliff with nowhere to go, I had no choice but to turn back. Xiaoying, carrying her wedding dress, ran towards me barefoot. Behind her, I vaguely saw my father; they weren't far apart. Xiaoying's figure drew closer, her eyes filled with tears, her feet seemingly bleeding, her eyes filled with anxiety and fear. Behind her, my father's figure became clearer. He was filled with anxiety, limping as he ran towards me. One foot was wearing a slipper, the other bare; perhaps, in the process of running, the slipper had been lost somewhere.
I really didn't want to see them, but I had to turn back, because ahead lay a sheer cliff. Oh God, you really know how to play tricks on me, letting me unwittingly walk into a dead end. I prepared to turn away from the cliff, but just then, a wave of dizziness washed over me. The anxiety, combined with not having eaten all night and my exhaustion, caused a momentary wave of dizziness. My legs, seemingly numb from prolonged inactivity, continued to stagger. My mind went blank, and before I could even turn halfway back, I tumbled sideways down the cliff.
In all honesty, I didn't intend to jump off the cliff. I didn't want to die. I reached out to grab the weeds and cliff face, but my hands were too weak. In the end, I fell backward, face up, towards the raging river below. In a daze, just as I was falling off the cliff, I saw Xiaoying run to the edge. She cried out "Husband!" and then jumped off the cliff headfirst, her face towards me, her arms outstretched, as if she wanted to fall quickly so she could catch me.
I felt my body fall into the icy river water, and then everything went black. I knew nothing more. In the last second before losing consciousness, I saw Xiaoying falling and smiling at me. That smile contained so much: regret, longing, love, and even a sense of relief... All the scenery slowly magnified in my eyes and then disappeared completely. Finally, I lost all senses.
I felt like a ghost, drifting aimlessly, without a fixed abode. I felt my body split into two parts: one lying on the bed, an empty shell; the other floating in the air, my true form. I felt myself flying above the ceiling, drifting aimlessly, with another body (mine) lying on the hospital bed. I could clearly feel its pulse and breathing. And the doctors were trying to save the "me" lying on the hospital bed; I saw that "me" on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask and with bandages on my head, with the doctors busily working around me.
What's happening? Am I dead? I remember losing consciousness after falling off the cliff. I tried to speak, but I couldn't utter a sound. Doctors and nurses could pass right through my body; I felt transparent, ethereal, without any physical form. Of course, no one could see me. Was I dying? Has my soul left my body?
I glanced at myself lying on the hospital bed, then floated towards the doorway. I tried to open the door, but found my hand couldn't even grasp the handle; my body floated lightly through the door. In the hospital corridor, I saw my haggard father and Xiaoying. My father was supporting Xiaoying; he had changed his clothes, and Xiaoying was no longer wearing a wedding dress, but a patient's gown. My father, supporting Xiaoying, was talking to the doctor, and I leaned closer to hear what was going on.
"Doctor, you said my husband is in a deep coma? What exactly do you mean? Is there any chance he will wake up?" Xiaoying's face was extremely pale, and she was weak all over. If her father hadn't been supporting her, she would have collapsed at any moment.
"That depends on the patient's will and fate. We will do our best. Also, you should go back to your ward as soon as possible. You need to rest..." After the doctor finished speaking to Xiaoying, he seemed very busy and quickly left to attend to other matters.
"Let me help you back to your ward. Don't worry, Jincheng will wake up. I was unconscious before, but I woke up too, didn't I?" The father's face was covered in stubble, and he hadn't shaved in a long time. He supported Xiaoying with one hand and carried a bulging bag in the other, which looked like it was filled with something.
"No... I don't want to go back to the ward... I want to see him..." Xiaoying kept shaking her arms, trying to get rid of her father's support, but her father insisted on supporting her.
Finally, having no other choice, my father could only sigh deeply and help Xiaoying walk towards my ward...

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