I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife - Chapter 271

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Just as I was hesitating, Xiaoying's phone rang again. Looking at the time on the caller ID, I realized it was already time for me to go home. Xiaoying was probably waiting for me to have dinner at home.
After a brief moment of thought, I answered the phone anyway...
"Honey, why aren't you home from get off work yet? I've made dinner and I'm waiting for you to come home..."
After the call connected, Xiaoying's soft voice came through, carrying a hint of guilt and unease.
Hearing Xiaoying's guilty voice, I became even angrier. The fact that she felt guilty after doing something wrong only made me feel more disgusted.
"Don't wait for me, I'm working overtime tonight, I don't know when I'll finish, I won't be going home tonight..."
I didn't change my tone, but anyone could hear a hint of dissatisfaction in it.
My words immediately silenced Xiaoying on the other end. Perhaps she didn't expect me to suddenly become temperamental. It had been a very long time since I had spent the night at the company.
"You eat by yourself, go back to your work..."
Xiaoying didn't say anything for a while, so I waited and then hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, I let out a deep breath, but the pent-up frustration in my heart remained unreleased.
In the past, I would definitely check last night's surveillance footage to see what happened, but I'm afraid that watching it would only make me feel more uneasy.
There's no such thing as an unfinished job; you can always find work whenever you want.
I decided to numb myself with work. I started making spreadsheets and organizing data on the computer, while secretly hoping that Xiaoying would come to see me soon.
At work, I admire myself; I'm a workaholic, once I get into a rhythm, I'm completely absorbed. Just as I was working efficiently, the office phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID—it was the security guard. I already knew what was going on: Xiaoying was probably here again, probably in the guardhouse. I answered the phone, and sure enough, just as I suspected, I asked the guard to let Xiaoying in. After hanging up, I felt a pang of nervousness. I didn't know how to face Xiaoying. Should I pretend I didn't know, or should I confront her directly? Was Xiaoying here to make amends? Was it a case of belated remedial action?
"Knock knock knock"
A short while later, there was a knock on my office door. Actually, the door wasn't locked at all; Xiaoying could have easily pushed it open. But like my other subordinates, she knocked first, adopting a humble attitude even before we met.
"The door wasn't locked..."
I looked at the computer screen and shouted those words.
"Card……"
After waiting for a while, Xiaoying pushed open the door and came in. I didn't look at her, but I caught a glimpse of Xiaoying dressed neatly out of the corner of my eye.
She slowly walked in. She initially went to my desk, but seeing that I was working, she went to sit on the sofa instead. During this time, her eyes were focused on the lunchbox, as if she sensed that it hadn't been opened. Xiaoying would put an extra plastic bag over the lunchbox to keep it warm, but the plastic bag hadn't been untied, and perhaps the snap knot hadn't changed.
After Xiaoying sat down, she placed her hands in front of her, her fingers intertwined, and occasionally glanced at me and the other furnishings in the room, appearing very reserved.
"It's so late, why aren't you at home? What are you doing here?"
Leaving Xiaoying there isn't a solution, so I looked away from the computer and then at Xiaoying.
"No...it's nothing, I was just worried you hadn't eaten..."
When Xiaoying heard my question, she looked up at me somewhat guiltily before lowering her head again.
After that, I didn't say anything more, and we fell into a brief silence. I turned my gaze back to the computer screen, but my mind wasn't on the data on the screen. I was waiting for Xiaoying to confess something to me.
"Honey, are you angry?"
After a moment of silence, Xiaoying finally couldn't hold back and asked the crucial question directly, as if she had been mentally preparing herself for a long time before asking it.
No, why would I be angry?
Without turning my head, I uttered these few words, but denied my true inner thoughts, though my tone of voice was clearly emotional.
"Your husband didn't sleep last night, did he? You knew that?"
Xiaoying sensed the insincerity in my tone. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked.
I didn't answer, my face showing a hint of anger and impatience.
"I really didn't mean to let you know, husband. I waited so late because I didn't want to disturb you. Like we said in our text messages the other day, I forgot what men care about most. Although what happened last night was with your consent and instruction, but..."
Xiaoying suddenly seemed very guilty, and spoke in a somewhat anxious tone, as if she was eager to explain what happened last night.
"Wait... what did you say? I agreed to and authorized it?"
I was already annoyed, but I caught the key words in Xiaoying's last sentence. She said that I agreed to what happened last night. When did I agree to that? I interrupted Xiaoying.
"Yes...yes..."
Xiaoying was surprised that I would ask this question. She was also very surprised and didn't know why I was so excited. Her expression was flustered and a little scared.
"When did I agree to that? I didn't instruct you to do what happened last night at all..."
At this moment, I felt very confused because when Xiaoying answered, she was looking directly at me with her eyes fixed on me without flinching. So I believed that Xiaoying was not lying.
"The cup..."
Xiaoying mentioned the cup, a word we had never used to refer to the tool or code used by Xiaoying and her father to communicate about their affairs.
"The cup? You mean the cup has changed?"
My mind raced and I blurted out the question, but Xiaoying didn't say anything; she just nodded firmly.
When did you find out?
"At noon, I didn't notice it in the morning, but when I looked at the cup, the handles were separated. Could it be that you, my husband..."
Xiaoying seemed to have thought of something, and stopped talking at the end of her sentence, covering her mouth with her hand, looking very surprised.
After Xiaoying finished speaking, our eyes met. I hadn't touched the cup, and Xiaoying hadn't lied to me, so only someone else had moved it. And that person couldn't be anyone else but my father. Yesterday, besides Xiaoying and me, only my father was home.
The question now is, how did my father discover that Xiaoying and I were using the cup as a code? Or did he simply not know and accidentally touch the cup? Both are possibilities.
Xiaoying and I exchanged a glance, then I sighed. For some reason, having this possibility made me feel much better. If it really was a misunderstanding, then I could get over this hurdle. The only thing that bothered me was that Xiaoying and her father had actually let loose last night, unlike the previous night when they were hesitant and ended up failing to have sex. So how did they succeed this time? How did Xiaoying and her father behave? I could only find the answers to all of this by looking at the surveillance video.
I had originally planned to stay at the company tonight, but Xiaoying insisted on staying with me. According to her, her father had already returned to the island this afternoon.
Finally, there was no other way. The company bed could only sleep one person, and Xiaoying preferred to sleep on the sofa to keep me company. In the end, I had no choice but to give in and take Xiaoying home. Actually, going home wasn't my main purpose. My main purpose was to go home and, while Xiaoying was asleep, check the security camera footage to see what happened and what the consequences were, how the cup was moved, and how Xiaoying overcame her awkwardness with her father to have sex with him while I was "sleeping" next door...

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