The Changes in My Marriage (Part 11)

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I drove two hours to get home and saw my wife had prepared a delicious meal. I immediately picked up the chopsticks and started eating. My wife called from the kitchen, "Go wash your hands! Are you that hungry?" I smiled and replied, "Of course I'm hungry! I've been working all day. I found your honeymoon suite." As I ate, I said, "It's a bit far, more than two hours' drive, but the place is nice. It's newly renovated, no one has lived there before, all the furniture is new, and there's even internet. You and your boyfriend can have a happy honeymoon." Before I could finish, my wife grabbed some kitchen utensils and glared at me, looking like she was about to hit me, but I could clearly sense that she was shy. I quickly put down my chopsticks, smiled, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I came out, my wife had served me rice. While eating, she asked how long I had rented the place. I said two years, the deposit was paid, and it expires right after I graduate. Before I could finish, she slapped me, muttering, "What if it's not comfortable?" I continued, "You're not going to live here forever. If it's not comfortable, come back. This is your home." Actually, my wife knew what I meant by saying that. I said it to get her to let go of all her worries and go out and enjoy herself.
After dinner, my wife said, "Let's go to the supermarket to buy some things." I laughed and said, "You're in such a hurry?" My wife said, "What are you thinking? Let's buy some things for the house." After saying that, we went to the supermarket. On the way, my wife saw a clothing store and went in to look at clothes. I really didn't want to go in, so I stood at the door smoking and looking around. Suddenly, I saw a security camera installation and it caught my attention. At that moment, I suddenly remembered something my wife had told me (our previous agreement): Although we had communicated before, what I was thinking now was, "What did you and your boyfriend do? Will you tell me? Even if you do, maybe it's something I don't want to know? What can I do if you don't tell me what I want to know? It's better to see all the details than to wait for you to tell me roughly what happened." At that moment, a perverse thought began to form in my mind.
I was already distracted while shopping at the supermarket. When I got home, I told my wife, "We haven't paid the rent yet, we only paid the deposit. I just came back to discuss with you how long we should pay each month." My wife looked at me and said, "You decide, you pervert." I interrupted with a smile and said, "How about this: we write a two-year lease, and pay the rent year by year? If it's suitable, we can stay for two years. After two years, your boyfriend will graduate. If you don't feel comfortable living here, you can return the apartment without paying rent the second year, okay?" My wife didn't say anything. At that moment, seeing my wife's shy look, she looked especially beautiful. I pulled her to the bedroom and had a passionate encounter. After we finished, my wife leaned against me, and I told her that I would be going on a business trip for a few days. When I came back, I would take her to see your honeymoon suite. My wife punched me with her soft, weak fist and then drifted off to sleep.
I lit a cigarette and saw that my wife was asleep. At that moment, I started planning my next move. The business trip I told my wife was a lie. Actually, I was just making an excuse to install surveillance cameras in the rented apartment so I could see my wife and her boyfriend's every move.
The next day at the company, I bought some needles online and asked the seller to send them via the fastest express delivery. They arrived the following day (these things are expensive; a decent one costs several hundred yuan, and I bought five for nearly three thousand yuan. As long as they work, I don't care about the rest). That evening, I told my wife I was going on a business trip the next day and would be back in two or three days. The next morning, my wife got up early, packed my toiletries, and drove me to the airport. When we were almost there, I said, "Just find a place to get off at the platform so I don't have to go to the parking lot and walk all the way here." My wife said, "Okay, but be careful." I said, "I'm not a three-year-old anymore." After I got out of the car, my wife specifically told me not to see any other women. I replied, "Don't worry, honey, I won't. You can go see your boyfriend these few days if you're free." My wife smiled shyly and picked up a water bottle from the car, as if to throw it at me. I smiled and turned around, pretending to walk towards the airport terminal.
I smoked a cigarette at the lobby entrance, watching my wife's car drive away. I hailed a taxi to go back to the company to get the things I had bought beforehand, then asked the driver to take me to my apartment complex. On the way, I called the real estate agency, saying I'd come to sign the rental contract today. The agency contacted the landlord, who called back saying the landlord lived a bit far and might not be able to make it in time, asking if tomorrow morning would be okay. I had no choice but to agree; it looked like I'd have to find a hotel nearby tonight.
My wife texted me on the way, asking if I'd arrived yet. I didn't reply until I'd checked into the room, taken a shower, and then called her. It was very noisy on her end. I asked what she was doing, and she said she was at the hospital. I asked in surprise, "You were fine this morning, what happened?" She said, "I'm fine, I brought Xiao Zhang over for a checkup." At that moment, I changed the subject: "Honey, you..." Before I could finish, she said, "I'm not talking to you anymore, it's too noisy here."
I took a nap in the hotel bed at noon, and it was a particularly good sleep. Escaping city life to the suburbs made the air so fresh, and without the car horns, the pace of life seemed to slow down, and my mood was great. When I woke up, it was almost dark. I quickly got ready and went out for some dinner (I was planning to order takeout, but they didn't deliver). Back in the hotel, I lay in bed watching the news. I considered calling my wife, but then thought better of it. After all, it wouldn't be good for her to be on the phone with her boyfriend all the time. (Here's a word of advice to husbands with shared interests: at certain times, you should respect your wife's wishes. Don't just think of yourself. Only mutual respect can bring you the results you want; otherwise, you'll hurt your wife, hurt yourself, and harm your family.) Around 9 pm, my wife sent me a WeChat message: "Honey, I'm not coming home tonight. When are you coming back?" To
be continued... I'll be writing about the little things that have happened in the last two years soon, and maybe I'll update with videos and photos too.

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