The Wife's True Story Episodes 19-23 (The End)

(19)
In the following days, Xiao C kept in touch with his wife.
They often exchanged text messages, some positive and some negative.
When my wife and I were at home, we left our phones lying around, but I never looked through her phone, and she had no need to look through mine.
Sometimes, while showing me the text messages Xiao C sent expressing his longing for her, my wife would ask me worriedly, "Do you think we've given this child away?" I said, "Don't worry about that. It's normal for him to be so passionate. However, you need to guide him properly and not let him get too deeply involved, otherwise you'll really ruin him." When they were talking on the phone, if I happened to be home, my wife would sometimes say to him, "Your brother is home, why don't you talk to him for a bit?" On the phone, Xiao C would still be in a cheerful tone, saying, "Boss, you didn't bully my sister, did you?" I said, "How could I? You think Sister Si is easy to deal with. It's good enough that she didn't bully me." Then I heard him laugh foolishly on the other end of the phone.
Occasionally, my wife would misbehave. In front of me, she'd wink and say on the phone, "Your brother's not home, tell me quickly, have you missed me?" Then she'd make kissing sounds on the phone.
I bet C was going crazy with excitement on the other end.
A few months passed, and C was about to start his winter break. One day, my wife came home from work and said, "Honey, C texted me saying he's transferring trains here and wants to see me alone, but he doesn't want you to know. What should I do? Should
I refuse him?"
I told her, "It's okay, it's up to you. If you miss him, you can stay overnight. Going to a hotel isn't safe, let's go home. I'm going to my parents' house, which will be good for spending time with our daughter. You can tell C I'm on a business trip." My wife immediately jumped up and down excitedly, hugging my neck.
Then, feigning seriousness, she said, "You old geezer, look how much you've spoiled me!" I retorted, "Of course! You're my only wife, who else would I spoil?" C arrived in our city that morning, on a weekend.
Since his wife had told him beforehand that he wasn't home, he called her from the train around 5 a.m. I lay sleepily beside her, listening to their intimate conversation. I reached out and touched her private parts; they were already overflowing with desire.
I crawled between her legs and began to caress her with my tongue.
She was excited but had to speak in a normal tone,
only able to hook her legs around mine alternately.
After a while, I moved behind her, guided my erect penis, and gently entered her from behind, slowly thrusting in and out, careful not to rush so C wouldn't hear her panting.
She put the phone to her ear and under her head, then reached out and gripped my arm tightly.
Perhaps due to the excitement, I soon ejaculated.
C's train arrived at 7 a.m., and his wife promised to pick him up. I drove her to the station, bought her a platform ticket, and explained some safety details.
(Actually, there's not much to explain. My wife has an IUD, and with a sunny guy like C, she doesn't have to worry about health issues. They didn't use a condom the first time.
) I helped my wife plan everything: after she picks C up, they'll have a simple breakfast at a small restaurant, then go grocery shopping together and head home. If C didn't rest well on the way, he can sleep at home. Then they'll cook together and enjoy a nice day together. He'll stay at my house that night, and I'll take him to the train station the next morning.
Watching my wife walk into the station, looking back several times, I turned around and went back to my parents' house.
My daughter was still angry when she saw me.
Usually, she lives with her grandparents, partly because she's used to living with them since she was little, and partly because it's close to her school.
So, she can only come back to my wife and me on weekends.
But this weekend, I didn't let her come home, which made her very angry.
I said to my daughter, "Sweetie, don't be angry. Mommy has something to do, Daddy will stay with you. Where do you want to go today? I'll do whatever you want." My daughter's anger subsided, and she started making specific requests. Actually, children's requests are very simple; they just want KFC, McDonald's, and maybe a trip to the amusement park to play those games they never seem to tire of.
Sitting on a park bench, I sipped my drink and watched my daughter laughing happily on the carousel.
I started thinking about the two most important women in my life.
My daughter, with me by her side, was very happy at this moment; my wife, with my arrangements, was equally happy at this moment.
Children have their way of playing, and adults have theirs. In a way, aren't all loving couples, in each other's eyes, just like children?
I'm not saying this to imply that we're using Xiao C as a tool. From the beginning until now, my wife and I have treated Xiao C with great respect.
Of course, this respect is based on mutual respect.
The reason we kept part of the truth from Little C wasn't out of deception, but entirely out of goodwill.
He might not yet understand or accept this unconventional approach.
I think that perhaps one day, after we've ensured he fully understands these things, we will tell him the truth.
(20)
Around noon, my wife called and asked, "What are you doing right now?" I said, "I'm with a woman." My wife said, "Are you tired of living?" I said, "Are you even reasonable? You can set the whole mountain on fire, but I can't even light a candle?" My wife said, "Seriously, you're so busy with yourself, take your daughter out to play when you have some free time." I said, "Pah, you still remember your daughter? Don't worry, I'll take her to the amusement park." My wife said, "You old geezer, that little kid, you call her a 'woman'? You're worse than an animal." I said, "Stop joking, how's it going between you two?" My wife said, "He's sleeping, he's been on the train for a day and a night, he's exhausted." I said, "It's not just because of the train, is it? You two didn't do anything inappropriate?"
# My wife retorted, "What do you think?"
I said, "They're definitely burning with desire and can't wait."
My wife deliberately teased me, "You know that, why are you still asking? You're obviously an idiot."
I said to my wife seriously, "I'm not arguing with you anymore. If you two are bored at home, you can take him for a walk in the street, but remember, absolutely no arm-in-arm in our neighborhood, otherwise we're both doomed." My wife said, "I know what to do. You're even more nagging than my dad." I said, "That's really true. I am your spiritual father." My wife said, "Honey, I miss you. What should I do?" I said, "You're never satisfied, are you? You're always thinking about other things." My wife said, "It's not my fault, it's all because you spoil me..." I That evening, I returned to my parents' house. After dinner, my daughter, who was tired from the day, went to bed early. I chatted with my parents for a while.
Then I went to the balcony and called home, but no one answered.
I called my wife's cell phone again, but the line was very noisy. It turned out that my wife and Xiao C were out having barbecue, and I could clearly tell that my wife had been drinking. My wife was cunning; she pretended to be Xiao C and asked me, "Honey, are you coming home on time tomorrow?" I whispered, "What do you mean? Haven't you had enough fun yet?" My wife said, "I miss you. Come home soon."
I said, "Don't stay out too late. Come home early." My wife readily agreed.
The next day at noon, I reluctantly parted with my daughter and returned home.
The house was spotless, and my wife was watching TV on the sofa. When she saw me come in, she rushed over and hugged me, saying, "Let me check if my husband is missing any parts." I teased her, holding her in my arms, and then threw her onto the sofa, saying, "You've got it backwards. I should be checking if you're missing any parts." My wife mischievously said, "It's impossible for you to be missing any parts. Maybe there's even an extra one." I said, "If I were really pregnant, you'd be the one suffering." After saying that, I sat on the sofa, pinched my wife's nose, and said, "Tell me what naughty things you did yesterday?" My wife said, "I mentioned it. From the moment we got off the train, Little C started getting restless, and I couldn't stop him..." It turned out that after my wife picked Little C up from the train, she suggested going to have breakfast, but Little C said he had already eaten in the dining car, so the two of them went straight home.
Upon entering the house, before even washing their faces, they began passionately kissing and caressing. At his wife's insistence, they took a quick shower, and before they were even dry, they made love in the bathroom.
Then, back in bed, they did it a second time.
Afterwards, they lay chatting, and before they knew it, Xiao C had fallen asleep.
During this time, my wife called me.
Xiao C didn't wake up until almost dark, and the two of them went to a barbecue restaurant, ate barbecue, and drank a lot of alcohol.
Back home, it was basically another sleepless night.
At this point, my wife went to the computer desk, took out a CD, and said mysteriously, "Want to see it?" I asked in surprise, "You recorded it?" My wife said, "Yes, I recorded part of it tonight, but let's make it clear, you can't laugh at me after watching it." I said, "You recorded this, and Xiao C said he didn't?" My wife said, "He was very worried that you would find out. He kept reminding me before he left, and I told him not to worry, I would hide it well." I took the CD, turned on the computer, inserted the disc, and a series of exciting scenes appeared.
This feeling was incomparable to any pornographic film, because the protagonist was my beloved.
At this moment, my wife quietly came over, lay between my legs, and unzipped my pants. I stopped her, saying,
"You naughty girl, I haven't washed yet."
My wife said, "I don't care, I don't mind."
After saying that, she resolutely took my penis into her mouth... Not long after, the intense stimulation made me ejaculate in my wife's mouth.
Afterwards, lying in bed, my wife nestled in my arms like a little bird.
Perhaps because she was too tired last night, she soon fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at my wife's unguarded and quiet face, a tenderness rose from the bottom of my heart.
At that moment, I truly felt: the woman in my arms was a part of my body.
(Twenty-one)
Life described in words is a condensation of life, but real life is much more mundane than life condensed into words.
This matter passed just like that, and my wife and I returned to the mundane routine of life.
Afterwards, my wife and I would occasionally mention that matter.
It wasn't about a specific detail of the process, but rather our psychological exchange about the matter.
Initially, my wife was worried, afraid of causing me any harm.
However, this worry soon dissipated.
I occasionally take out that DVD to watch, but only when my wife isn't home. I'm also afraid that watching such things in front of her will put unnecessary pressure on her.
Men who have been married for a long time often feel this way: women, in many ways, are more like small animals.
When she's docile, she can melt your heart, but when she's unreasonable, she can often make you so angry you want to gag her, tie her up, and throw her into a corner you can't see.
However, if you treat her well, this little animal will wag her tail at you most of the time.
But, one can't always maintain absolute tolerance and rationality.
For example, a man might be overwhelmed by work during the day, and when he gets home, he inevitably has to think about how to deal with a scolding from his boss the next day.
At this time, you might be in a low mood and not in the mood to joke around with her.
So, problems arose: she could connect everything to her imagination, and worst of all, whatever came to mind, she would start to believe and spout nonsense, like, "Who are you trying to fool with that face? Is it because I gave Mom too much money last month, that you're upset?" There were even more outrageous things: "Last night, I just mentioned having my mom come over, and look at you now, you're a mess. When you're old, your daughter will kick you out of the house too." Once, I got a terrible scolding from my lousy boss during the day, and he scolded me for... For no reason, since the mistake had nothing to do with me, and the root of the problem lay with his incompetent command, but rank makes right. He pointed at me with an air of self-righteousness, launching into a long, rambling speech, spitting all over my face. My head was spinning, and I yelled back, "You son of a bitch, don't talk back to me! Tomorrow I'm going to the provincial department and I'll fight you to the death! You shameless bastard, next time point at me, or I'll chop off your paws and use them as a snack!" These words enraged my unprepared boss, who plopped down in his chair.
I turned and slammed the door shut, but because the window was open, the suction was too strong, and the glass shattered with a crash.
This made things even worse; people from other offices came out to see what was going on.
I stormed out of the office, my face cold, and went home.
On the way, a colleague called my cell phone, and in my anger, I didn't hesitate to rip the battery out and throw it onto the back seat of my car.
Back home, my mind was filled with this terrible incident. As I calmed down, I started to feel a chill, because my boss was known for his arrogance.
I thought: This time, I'm completely ruined.
At first, my wife didn't notice my change in mood.
After dinner, I sat alone in the living room, lost in thought.
My wife finished washing the dishes and went to take a shower.
When she came out, she squeezed onto the sofa, stretched her feet out onto my lap, and said, "Trim my toenails." (It's been a habit for years; I've always trimmed my wife's fingernails and toenails.
) I looked at her toenails; they weren't long. I said to her, "Didn't you just trim them a couple of days ago? They're not long now, why trim them?" My wife said, "Who said they're not long? My socks are already bursting." Impatiently, I grabbed her foot and threw it off my lap.
As a result, my unsuspecting wife plopped down on the floor.
-- This is it, I'm completely finished. Forget about getting anything done tonight; I'll just have to appease her.
I bowed, knelt, kowtowed, and even slapped myself a few times—it didn't hurt much.
She still wouldn't let it go.
Furious, I dressed and stormed out.
My wife then called my parents, telling my dad, "Dad, your son went out with a rope, saying he's going to commit suicide." My poor parents took a taxi to our house in the middle of the night, forcing me to perform the bowing again and swear I'd never bully her again.
Only then did they leave reassured.
After they left, my wife looked smug and said, "You little brat, you didn't go and kill yourself, huh?" I ignored her and went to sleep in the small room.
She, too, seemed quite determined, ignoring me all night.
The next day, I went to work nervously, prepared to give up entirely, determined to fight to the bitter end.
Shortly after work started, my boss's secretary rushed into my office and said, "The boss wants to see you." I secretly asked him, "What does he mean? Is he trying to mess with me?" The secretary quickly waved his hand, "Don't mess with me, you can't guess what the boss wants."
I cursed, "Look at you, you're a complete dog." After saying that, I went to the boss's office.
Things weren't as bad as I expected. When that bastard saw me come in, he pointed to the sofa, "Sit down and let's talk." I obediently sat down, but crossed my legs, deliberately acting nonchalant.
What the boss said next surprised me: "You really made me angry yesterday. You're just like my dog-like temper back in the day." Only a fool wouldn't realize that he was trying to make amends.
After this incident, the more I thought about it, the more I felt it wasn't worth it. There was nothing wrong at work, but my family was in complete chaos.
Sometimes, when I'm at work, all high and mighty, I often think: Damn it, if these people knew I was treated like a grandson at home, I wonder how they'd feel.
Later, to avoid trouble, I never dared bring my work-related bad mood home.
Actually, as a responsible man, I really shouldn't bring work-related negative emotions home.
It doesn't solve anything, but it distracts my family.
My job is different from my wife's. She can tell me about her trivial matters and ask for my advice, but she doesn't understand my job at all, and telling her would only cause more trouble.
(Twenty-two)
Ever since I accidentally threw my wife off the sofa, she's complained to me many times, pouting: "Old man, always saying you're my dad, what kind of dad hits his daughter?" I can only explain again and again: "Honey, that wasn't hitting, and I didn't do it on purpose." My wife and I have a lot of rational communication, but if only rationality remains between husband and wife, it's not a good thing.
For example, my wife often shows an unreasonable side.
Later, I realized that many of her seemingly unreasonable actions were sometimes just deliberate attempts to be affectionate, but other times stemmed from inexplicable frustration.
This is perfectly normal. For example, as the advertisement says, "there are always those few days every month," and women experience inexplicable irritability during their menstrual cycle.
At these times, reasoning with her is useless; you can only soothe her without principle.
Similarly, work-related frustrations are sometimes inexplicable.
She can only vent to her closest loved ones. In these situations, you can't and don't need to reason with her; you can only comfort her.
Some say that behind every successful man is a great woman.
I think that behind every lovely woman, there should also be a man who knows how to love.
I have a major weakness, though in some ways it might not be considered a weakness: I can't bear to see women cry, whether it's my wife or someone else.
Whenever I see a woman cry, I feel an urge to cry along with her.
I always feel that women are born to be cherished and loved by men.
There are no unbeautiful women in this world; what's lacking is men's ability to appreciate and discover beauty.
When I told my wife about these thoughts, she said unreasonably, "I'm touched by how you treat me, but if you treat a scoundrel like that, I'd admit it's pathetic." When my wife was pregnant, she asked me many times, "Do you hope it's a boy or a girl?" I answered without hesitation, "I hope it's a girl, but a boy is fine too." However, my wife preferred a boy and suspected I wasn't telling the truth.
A few months into the pregnancy, at my wife's insistence, we decided to go to the hospital to check the baby's sex.
Back then, ultrasound examinations to determine a baby's sex weren't as strictly prohibited as they are now. The female doctor who performed the ultrasound was an acquaintance of mine. After the examination, she said to us with a hint of regret, "It looks like a girl, but I'm not sure yet.
"
Hearing this, I jumped up excitedly and said, "Take another look, is it really a girl?
"
The doctor looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "That's rare. You're hoping for a daughter?" I said, "Of course, but not a girl, but a princess." Only then did the doctor say definitively, "No need for further examination, it's definitely a girl." On the way home from the hospital, my wife said to me, "Now I believe you truly meant it when you said you hoped I would have a girl..." Now, I am fulfilling my promise from back then, both to my wife and daughter.
Perhaps I haven't done enough, but I will not give up trying.
Marriage is not a one-person show. When one party makes a mistake, the other must calmly look for the cause within themselves first.
There is no love without a reason, nor is there hatred without a reason.
Everything happens for a reason.
For example, when a husband discovers his wife has cheated on him, anger is inevitable.
However, amidst the anger, he must not forget to reflect.
If his wife didn't love him, she wouldn't have married him in the first place.
Even if she has temporarily given her love to someone else, if you still love your wife, the most important thing is to figure out how to win her back; don't give up easily.
Regardless of which partner cheats, it's a fundamental error for both spouses. But can we think about it this way: what if we loosen our existing principles? If we loosen the principles, wouldn't the nature of the mistake change from fundamental to general? -- Principles are the least suitable topic for discussion between spouses.
As the song goes, "No rainbow without rain, no one succeeds easily." Spouses are always the closest people in the world. In decades of marriage, each partner inevitably makes mistakes, such as infidelity.
However, if you handle things properly, these painful experiences can be transformed into valuable lessons.
Tolstoy said, "Suffering is the teacher of life."
This teacher may be unconventional and hard for us to accept, but it is precisely because of this that it is all the more worthwhile for us to try. The opening paragraph of
Marguerite
Duras's *The Lover* has always deeply moved me, and I quote it here: "I am now old, and one day, in the lobby of a public place, a man approached me. After introducing himself, he said to me, 'I have always known you. Everyone says you were very beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you that, in my opinion, you are more beautiful now than when you were young. Your former girlish face is far less appealing to me than your ruined face today.'" When you truly understand the meaning of these words, you will be filled with confidence to walk hand in hand with your beloved wife through life.
In my home, there is a painting I love most: an elderly couple, frail and elderly, supporting each other as they stroll along a tree-lined path strewn with fallen leaves.
I think there is no more beautiful scenery in the world.
Now, let's continue the story related to Little C.
(23)
During his winter break, Xiao C would often send his wife text messages, mostly just general greetings. However, if his wife replied with something even slightly ambiguous, he would immediately become passionate again.
The two would occasionally exchange sweet nothings on the phone, and sometimes his wife would say things I had never heard before.
Once, I asked my wife, "What kind of feelings do you have for Xiao C?" She said, "I can't really explain it. Sometimes, the longing for him is very intense. When I'm with him, I feel like I'm so much younger." I felt a little jealous and said, "You haven't really fallen in love with him, have you?" My wife honestly said, "Yes, I have. But this feeling is completely different from the feeling I have for you. I feel that this is all based on my love for you. Without you, all of this would just be a dream. Without you, I wouldn't have such deep feelings for him, and nothing would have happened."
After saying that, my wife looked at me anxiously, "Honey, you..." "Am I a bad woman?" I said, "Yes, you are definitely a bad woman, at least not a good woman in the traditional sense. However, I never intended for you to be a good woman in the first place." My wife came up and punched me, "It's all your fault for spoiling me, you old geezer..." I hugged my wife and said, "Sweetie, we won't be any bad women. Let others be good women, we'll just be happy bad women." One night, I was lying in bed reading a book, while my wife was watching a movie on the computer in the study. Suddenly, my wife ran into the room, sobbing. Her tear-streaked face startled me, and I quickly asked, "What's wrong?" My wife buried her face in my arms, not saying a word, but crying even more sadly.
I turned her face and asked her, "What's wrong? Tell me, I'm so worried." My wife choked out, "Honey, what if I can't find you in the next life?" I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This life isn't over yet, why are you worrying about the next life? You're being silly."
"
My wife cried and said, 'No, you'll still be mine in the next life.' I quickly said, 'Okay, okay, no problem, I promise you, I'll still be yours in the next life.' My wife continued, 'Then, when we cross the Bridge of Helplessness, you're not allowed to drink that old woman's Meng Po soup.' I couldn't help but laugh, 'Hey, I'm telling you, are you kidding me? You're over thirty years old, how can you believe in that?' My wife said unconvinced, 'I don't care, you're not allowed to drink Meng Po soup.' I said, 'Don't worry, you know I've never liked soup. When I'm about to die, just let me have a big meal of fish and meat, and bring me two pork knuckles.' My wife said, 'No, I want to die before you, otherwise no one will take care of me.'" I said, "Oh, so you're really going to leave me all alone?" My wife thought for a moment and said, "Then let's die together, hand in hand across the Naihe Bridge. You help me throw that heartless Meng Po off the bridge..." I asked my wife curiously, "What movie did you watch that made you cry so much?" My wife said, "It was 'My Left Eye Sees Ghosts,' starring Lau Ching-wan. It was so touching. The soul of a husband who died in an accident refused to cross the Naihe Bridge until he found a man who could take good care of his wife, and only after his wife had arranged everything did he drink the Meng Po soup." Later, I watched the movie when I had some free time. It was indeed a very touching Chinese version of "Ghost," even better than "Meteor Shower" from back then.
I recommend that couples who haven't seen this movie should find it and watch it if they have the chance.

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