Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 2)

Chapter 2: The Surge

of Thought The struggle of ideas, from the very beginning, already had a result. It just required a process of deep reflection; the outcome was essentially predetermined from the very budding of the thought.

Since this unethical idea had taken root, various reasons were ultimately used to convince oneself to accept it. Thus, the next question was how to find a breakthrough, how to implement it.

This question involved three people: First, myself. I was mentally prepared, but if the day actually came, would I have the courage to accept it? Could I dare to let another man's penis enter my woman's body? Especially my own father. This wasn't just a question of my courage; there was also the double pressure of my wife's loss of virginity and incest with my father-in-law. However, I firmly believed that, based on my filial piety towards my father and my love for my wife, and through our shared acceptance, I could overcome these obstacles.

Second, my wife. As a modern woman, although she had an open sexual outlook, accepting our various sexual explorations and enjoying different things in bed, could she accept the shock of being possessed by another man and losing her virginity?

Furthermore, having sexual relations with one's father-in-law would be unacceptable to society and subject to widespread condemnation. Her level of acceptance is directly related to the feasibility of this plan, because I think that if she accepts it, as a woman, "seducing men" would be much less effective.

Of course, my idea is for my wife to take the initiative to seduce my father, because it would definitely not be acceptable for me to discuss this with them; I'll discuss that later. Therefore, my wife's level of acceptance largely determines the success or failure of the plan.

The third person is my father, an elderly man who will certainly not agree to this, because societal constraints are something they dare not break through, and he has suppressed his sexual needs for many years; perhaps he no longer has a strong desire for sex. However

, conversely, if it has been suppressed for too long, it might become even more intense once it is unleashed, so we must control the degree, after all, my father is not young. Can he accept it? This question will have to be addressed step by step.

In the blink of an eye, I sat at my desk staring at the computer screen for a long time, pondering these matters without moving.

Time really flies; it was noon. I rushed home to cook for my father. Opening the door, I saw my wife stir-frying vegetables, while my father, due to his leg injury, sat at the table helping to prepare them. They were chatting and laughing.

I didn't make much noise, quietly listening for a while. They were mainly talking about interesting things at my wife's work, and my father listened attentively, occasionally offering a comment. It felt like a conversation between a daughter and her father, making me feel happy once again, having such an understanding wife.

I put down my keys, went over to greet them, and then asked my wife, "Why are you back so early? Did you go see the baby? Did you breastfeed?"

I never used the word "breastfeeding" in front of my father before, and today, without intention, it just came out. Only after saying it did I realize that my words seemed a little unusual.

My wife didn't react much. "I went out to run errands today and didn't go back to work. I went straight to feed the baby and then came back to cook for Dad. Wash your hands, we'll be eating soon."

I asked my father, "Is your foot feeling better?"

He said, "Almost, I think I can move it. I want to try to move around a bit, walk around."

My wife interjected, "Let's wait a few more days. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. You need to rest more."

My father smiled and nodded.

This ordinary family life was so harmonious that I couldn't bear to disrupt it. But then I thought, maybe that incident would make this family even more harmonious? I decided to push this forward as soon as possible.

After lunch, the three of us rested for a while before going to work. My father was still taking a nap.

The afternoon was spent endlessly thinking of ways to improve things. I browsed various websites, looking at articles about cuckolding wives and incestuous relationships between fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law. It seemed that cuckolding wife articles were mostly about training the wife, having her read articles, watch videos, look at pictures, and then role-play during sex, and then slowly guiding her to express her thoughts.

Most stories about incest between fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law are unrealistic and offer no practical solutions. However, to complete their affair while my father is still staying with us, a slow, gradual approach seems unlikely. I need to find a solution.

After dinner, I chatted with my father for a while, then spaced out in the bedroom. My wife noticed my absent-mindedness and asked, "Honey, honey, are you daydreaming?"

I stammered, not hearing her question clearly. She asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I stammered, "Nothing." But my face felt hot; I was thinking about how to get my wife to have sex with my father. Such physical matters are often unsavory.

My wife didn't press further, tidying the bedroom and coming and going without asking again. Since my wife loves this family and me so much, and I love her and this family just as much, what can't we discuss? I'll have a good talk with her, a deep talk, and tell her my thoughts. If she can accept them, great; if not, I'll think of other ways.

After my wife finished washing up, we went to bed, and I pulled her into my arms. She spoke first: "I can tell you're having a problem. Tell me, what is it? It's been so long since I've been so gentle!"

I knew my wife could tell I was troubled. But I still didn't know how to bring it up.

I hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "I love you, I really love you, I really, really love you!"

My wife was startled, sat up straight, and said to me, "What did I do wrong? Why do you want my forgiveness?"

I said, "No, it's not what you think! But I have something I want to tell you! You might get angry."

My wife said, "Oh, you know I'll get angry, then don't say it."

"I..." I stammered, not knowing what to do, feeling a bit like "dying before I even started.

" "Speak, I forgive you."

Seeing my predicament, my wife naturally let me speak, and she even added playfully. But if I told her, would she still be so witty? Would she still forgive me?

I'd better proceed cautiously, not speak rashly.

I said, "I remember, that summer, in a large lecture hall, as if by divine arrangement, we sat together."

I was about to continue when my wife interrupted me, patting my head and saying, "Ruiyang, why are you reminiscing about your childhood? What unspeakable secret do you have to talk about? Are you trying to break up with me?"

I said, "Of course not, don't interrupt me, listen to me. The first time I saw you, I was attracted by your long hair. A gentle breeze blew, carrying your fragrance, lightly caressing my face. I glanced at you, wearing a white pleated dress, your long hair cascading over your shoulders, big eyes, a small nose, cherry lips, a graceful figure—I knew you were my goddess."

My wife, listening intently, suddenly raised her hand and said, "Ruiyang, that's very poetic! How many drafts did you write, or did you copy it from somewhere?"

I said very solemnly, "Every word is from the bottom of my heart. Please listen to me. What I'm about to tell you might not be something you can accept, and I haven't fully accepted it either. It's just an idea of mine. I've thought about it for a long time, many times. I feel that since we love each other, love each other deeply and profoundly, then I'm not afraid to let you know my thoughts. Whether you agree or not, I'm completely transparent with you."

My wife stopped her playful smile, as if she sensed the seriousness of the matter, and then nodded, listening attentively to what I had to say.

I continued, "Since we met, got to know each other, fell in love, and became one, every moment, even when we had small disagreements, I firmly believed how right it was for us to love each other and choose each other. You are the only one in my heart." I gently turned my wife's face and lightly kissed her forehead.

"From dating to marriage, living together, especially these six years after graduating from university, I've come to know you as a beautiful, understanding, and filial woman who gives me endless support, comfort, and strength. Having you is the greatest blessing of my life, no, it's the blessing of several lifetimes. I thank God for giving me the opportunity to live with you. I will protect you and love you with all my love, for a lifetime."

At this moment, Li Li softly sobbed. I held her tightly, looking into her eyes, and licked away her tears with my kisses. Although the tears were bitter, I felt a sweetness in them. A tight embrace, a long kiss.

We took off our clothes; those garments had hindered the union of our hearts and bodies.

Following her fragrant lips, I continued downwards, kissing her jade-like neck, along her collarbone, reaching her proud breasts. Li Li's breasts were so round and full; although she had just breastfed, they were still so swollen, appearing even rounder and larger. I traced the contours of her breasts with my lips, until I reached their peaks, which were larger than before, but still pink, only slightly darker.

My lips moved downwards, lingering on her smooth abdomen, where the stretch marks from childbirth were still faintly visible, but beginning to fade.

Next came her sensitive areas. I circled her thighs, kissing and caressing her, then moved to the other leg.

I didn't touch her sensitive spots, but I could already smell the scent of her vaginal fluid. My lips traveled back down her body, tracing her curves, her hips arching, a soft moan of pleasure accompanying her body's movements.

I returned to her lips, pressing mine against hers, my tongue exploring her mouth, searching for her tongue, then slowly guiding it into my mouth, sucking on it. Her moans grew slightly louder. One hand kneaded her breasts, teasing her erect nipples. She thoroughly enjoyed this familiar way of caressing us.

Two hands, one cupping her face, the other gently stroking her hair, looking into her eyes. She opened her eyes, and we both knew what to do.

Gently parting her legs, I found my way between them, just like the first time. Looking into each other's eyes, I pressed my hips down, using the head of my penis to find the entrance to her vagina, slowly entering, then thrusting gently. Looking into each other's eyes, that yearning look, that loving look, that look that gave us both physical and mental pleasure, we knew we truly loved each other.

"I love you..." we whispered almost simultaneously. Our hearts seemed to be together.

She hugged my waist even tighter, and I knew she needed me to love her fiercely. I increased the speed of my thrusts, wanting to prove my deep love for her with the most powerful thrusts.

No other words, just the sounds of our love, proving its intensity. Her soft moans became variations, only the pitch grew louder and louder.

But when her cries turned into a loud "Ah!", she covered her mouth, realizing her father was in the next room. I didn't stop her; I wanted to give her all my love. I continued thrusting, and as a warm current flowed from her vagina, I finally ejaculated.

Lying on top of her, both naked bodies panting, we experienced a long-lost, primal love. There were no fancy techniques, nor did they need any; for at that moment, loving was the climax.

After a while, she got up to wash, then brought back a hot towel to clean me.

When she was in my arms again, she asked, "Okay, stop with the sentimental stuff. Let's get back to your story. I know you must have something else to say. Say what you wanted to say but were afraid to. After all that buildup, I know you struggled for a long time before finally mustering the courage to say it."

Still savoring the moment, my wife pulled me back to reality. Yes, I had to say it eventually. I cleared my throat and continued,

"You know about my father and me, how he raised me, I've told you before, so I won't go into details..."

When I said this, Li Li frowned slightly; she seemed to sense something.

I was a little worried about the consequences of saying it, but since we'd already come this far, it was too late to back down now.

I continued, "Fatherly love is like a mountain, and my father not only gave me that same paternal love, but also maternal love. He's lived alone for over twenty years because of me, and he's still alone. Remember the news I showed you a few days ago? Older people also need sex..."

At this point, Li Li broke free from my embrace, sat up, and said, "What do you want to do?"

I knew she probably guessed it, or guessed something else; anyway, she was shocked.

I felt my face burning. I took Li Li's hand and said, "I want to repay my father's love with everything I can give, with all my love. I want you to help my father solve his physiological needs."

"Ah!" Li Li's astonishment was palpable; she almost jumped off the bed, but thankfully I grabbed her.

I pulled her back and said to Li Li, "Don't get agitated or angry. Let's discuss this together, okay? Remember, whatever happens, whatever we discuss, it's all based on our deep love and our determination to never be apart."

Finally, I voiced my thoughts, and I felt a little relieved, but I didn't know what the outcome would be, another kind of torment.

Li Li didn't speak. She first looked at me in astonishment, showing disbelief, then seemed to be organizing her thoughts. I didn't speak, waiting for her question, while also imagining her possible questions and the worst possible outcome. But she didn't break free from me or storm off, which meant she wasn't utterly disappointed in me.

She thought for a long time, and finally spoke in a trembling voice. I knew what questions she might ask.

"What are you thinking? Have you lost your mind? All those things you said just now, was it all for this?! Sigh, no matter how eloquently you put it, I won't forgive you because of those words. But I'm not too angry right now, and I'm not leaving immediately because, firstly, you love me, that's something I've experienced firsthand. Secondly, I acknowledge your filial piety towards your father, and I haven't done badly either, so I'm not angry with you. But, you want me to have a relationship with another man, I can't accept that, you know? If I did, I'd be unfaithful; and with my own father-in-law, that's incest! I'd be condemned by society! Can you accept me having that kind of thing with another man, or even my own father-in-law? I simply can't believe it!"

I held her hand and told her my thoughts, including my previous internal struggles, including my idea of finding a prostitute for my father.

She almost laughed at what I said. She said, "You're really clever, wanting to find Dad a prostitute. I think finding him a companion is the proper thing to do, it solves the real problem, much better than all this nonsense you're thinking of."

I said to her, "Didn't I tell you about the companion issue? Father doesn't want one. Even if we find one, can we guarantee she'll treat him well? Can we guarantee that woman will take good care of him, including solving his physical needs?"

"But!" Li Li didn't know how to answer, and just fell into thought again.

I felt I had to strike while the iron was hot; as long as there was room for discussion, there was a chance of success.

"I've thought about the questions you just asked. To be honest, it's hard for me to accept another man, especially my own father. But I feel that fatherly love is great, and our love is great too. Why can't we use our great love to make our father happier? Besides, we're both open about sex, so let's treat this love as an elevation of our love. To put it more simply, if you and your father have had physical contact, like passing something to each other, let's just treat that contact as normal physical contact."

Li Li retorted, "Of the two points you just made, the first one makes some sense, but the second analogy is too unreasonable."

I continued, "Okay, since you agree to let our love..." "And on that point, let's talk about sex. We've been exploring sex for so many years, trying everything we could. Do you think there's anything we can't try about sex? Let's treat this experience as a sexual experience, okay? You've read those erotic novels, right? Sex, group sex, orgies—you've experienced those things, haven't you? Newspapers, news, various forums—you've seen similar news, haven't you? When you see it, don't you ever feel like trying it out?"

Li Li didn't speak, because we'd discussed sex countless times before. We had no bottom line, and we didn't need to hide anything, because we wanted to explore the pleasure of sex and find the true meaning of love.

I continued to point out the possible problems I had thought of, lest she remember them and back down. "If you had a relationship with your father…" Before I could finish, she interrupted. I quickly added, "I mean, what if!" She lowered her head again, but her face seemed a little red.

"If you two had a relationship, there might be awkwardness, feelings of betrayal towards me, how to face each other afterwards, and so on. All these things are possible, but it depends on how we handle them. For example, if you feel betrayed, even if I consented, you might love me even more because of your feelings of betrayal,"

Li Li interjected. "You really know how to treat yourself well!"

Seeing an opportunity, I grinned and pulled Li Li into my arms, continuing to say to my wife, "If it happened, I would love you even more because you gave your body for my filial duty, and Father would love you even more because he received your body. You would receive the love of two men; isn't that better for you? Besides, you would have a different sexual experience!"

Li Li's breathing changed. I knew this was probably approved, because those training manuals said the same thing: as long as the woman's resistance wasn't strong, as long as her body reacted, it meant she accepted the training.

I talked to Li Li about the problems and benefits of this. Of course, some of it made sense, and some was just sophistry. But Li Li didn't strongly object, so my risky conversation might have actually succeeded.

We talked until the early hours of the morning, finally saying everything we needed to say. Finally, I asked Lili if it was okay.

Her answer was, "I'll give you an answer tomorrow night. Now go to sleep. As punishment, you pervert, you have to hold me tonight and don't let go. If you let go and I find out, then everything is off."

I laughed and hugged Lili tightly, saying, "I love you, my dear wife."

I said, "What else can we do? We haven't made love properly in a long time. After a year of abstinence, plus you having to breastfeed at night, I didn't want to disturb your rest." I pouted, looking very aggrieved.

Lili laughed and said, "You think that way? I really want to, but I can't. The baby's still young. It'll be fine in a couple of years. I'm all sweaty, I'm going to wash up. Wait for me."

I reluctantly let go of her, lay in bed looking at my phone, waiting for her to come.

The sound of running water went on for a long time, finally stopping when I was bored and couldn't bear it anymore. My wife, her hair still wet, slowly walked out, completely naked and dripping with water. She was drying her hair with a towel in one hand and even gave me a flirtatious wink. My lust flared instantly; my penis was already rock hard.

I pounced on her, but she dodged, saying, "Like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, be more refined, be a gentleman." Good heavens

, at this point, where was refinement? I was a ravenous wolf, having not done this in ages.

I howled and pounced again. Lili dodged again, putting her index finger to her lips.

I then realized the child was asleep, so I tiptoed towards Lili again.

Lili didn't flinch this time, giggling and obediently falling into my arms. The long-lost fragrance, the soft body, the delicate skin, especially those large breasts, ignited my desire. Lacking my usual patience, I took one breast into my mouth and massaged the other with my other hand. As a result, sweet milk appeared. I smiled at Li Li and said, "No wonder the baby loves milk, it's so sweet."

Li Li said, "I'm fighting with the baby for milk. But I'm a little engorged, so let you have some more."

I said okay, and I suckled for a few minutes. I noticed that Li Li's breathing became more labored; she was feeling it.

"Why don't you feel anything when the baby is eating?" I asked.

Li Li said, "I don't know, it feels so good, I haven't felt this good in a long time, honey."

I knew she needed my penetration; without much stimulation, we both desperately needed to make love. So, I inserted my hands into her legs, and she cooperated by spreading them apart, her lower body slightly raised, as if welcoming my penetration.

I aimed my hard penis at her vaginal opening, lifted my upper body, held her shoulders, and used all my strength to thrust my hips forward. Without hesitation, I went all the way in. Accompanied by her "oh" sound, my penis slid in to the hilt, and I immediately felt it enveloped by the warm, moist walls of her vagina.

It was already very wet there, no, it was overflowing. Although Li Li had a natural birth, she recovered very well. Her vagina didn't become loose due to childbirth; it remained tight.

Now, all I had to do was suckle her nipple, drawing milk, and thrust repeatedly. I pulled out completely, then thrust back in fully. I knew this thrusting would bring Li Li to orgasm quickly.

Around 80 thrusts, Li Li hugged me tightly, arched her body, and finally cried out. Her vagina released a long-awaited gush of fluid—she had a squirt, a long-awaited squirt. A warm current instantly enveloped my penis, and the tight, writhing vagina gave me waves of intense stimulation. I thrust a few more times and also reached orgasm, ejaculating my pent-up semen into Li Li's uterus.

Although this time it didn't last long, we hadn't made love so relaxedly in a long time, and we both felt incredibly good.

I lay comfortably on top of my wife, her large breasts beneath me providing a warm, soft sensation—it was truly blissful.

We were both relieved, so we went to take a shower together.

I showered quickly and came out first, then checked the news on my phone for a while. That's when I saw a news article on WeChat about sex life for the elderly. It said that older adults should also have appropriate sexual activity; a long-term lack of sex can disrupt their endocrine system, accelerate aging, and lead to various age-related illnesses such as cardiovascular disease, impaired bodily functions, and skin problems.

I thought of my father, who hasn't had sex in at least 20 years since separating from my mother. He might masturbate, but certainly not often, and it doesn't really count as sex. Especially now, although he's still quite healthy, at over 50 years old, it's difficult for him to find a suitable sexual partner. And I've only been abstaining from sex for two years, once or twice a month, and I'm already feeling so uncomfortable. How has my father managed? My father, it really hasn't been easy for him.

My wife came out, looked at me blankly, and asked, "Honey, what are you thinking about? You're already exhausted after such a short time?"

I said, "No, not at all. Want to go again? You came so easily, you must be eager too, right? I'm watching the news!"

My wife said, "What news are you watching? You seem so engrossed."

I showed my wife the news on WeChat, and she said, "You're not old yet, what are you worried about?"

I said, "I'm worried about Dad."

My wife blushed a little and said, "I won't discuss this with you. Let's go to sleep!"

As a wife, no matter how open-minded I am, I can't discuss my father-in-law's sex life with my husband. But I wrote this down, etched it in my heart. My body and mind tell me that long-term abstinence is definitely not good, regardless of what the news says or what the research findings are, I've experienced it firsthand. As someone who always considers myself filial, what can I do? I don't know now. Thinking about it, I fell asleep.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room, my wife was already asleep in the children's room, probably having gone straight to bed after feeding the baby the night before.

Remembering the issue from the previous night, finding my father another companion seemed the most suitable solution. So, an old problem resurfaced. I decided to talk to my father about finding a partner again. We had discussed it several times before, but he always made excuses. Regardless of the outcome this time, I wanted to try again, so that my father could enjoy a happy retirement and have a healthy sex life in his later years.

However, when I arrived at my father's house after work that afternoon, he wasn't home. I called him, but he didn't answer.

He's usually home by this time; what happened today? A little anxious, I waited a while, but no one answered, so I drove home.

As soon as I got home, I received a call from my father, but it wasn't him speaking, which made me uneasy. It was a man on the phone, apologizing for scratching my father with his car and saying he was at XX Hospital. Before I could even ask how serious it was, I rushed to the hospital and found my father. He was fine, just a minor fracture in his ankle.

The man who scratched him was quite nice, apologizing profusely. I thought he hadn't run away and had even taken him to the doctor, which was good, so I didn't blame him too much. He paid for the medicine, left his contact information, and said he would definitely come back and compensate for all expenses. I wouldn't try to extort him; paying for the medical bills was enough.

My father told me what happened and said it wasn't serious. Of course, I was very worried, so I contacted acquaintances and asked about the situation before I felt relieved. The doctor said he only needed to stay in the hospital for a few days, it was nothing serious, and he could rest at home. Just don't move his ankle too much.

I asked my father if he wanted to stay in the hospital or go home. He said home, he wasn't comfortable here. I said okay, he could go home, but he had to come with me; he couldn't stay alone without someone to take care of him. My father didn't want to trouble us, but I wouldn't agree, so I took him to my house. When I asked about the situation, Li Li, after learning what had happened, rushed to the hospital as well. Once there, she and I took my father home.

I'm very satisfied with Li Li's filial piety. She's very sensible and dutiful, especially since she often says that I'm from a single-parent family, and my father has had it even harder, which makes me very happy. This time, with my father staying with us, Li Li has had to work even harder. After settling my father in

, I chatted with him for a while. I mentioned wanting him to find a companion, but he stuck to his old argument: he's used to being alone and doesn't want anyone to disturb his life. I know he also doesn't want a partner's family to disrupt my normal life. Sigh, I've tried to persuade him for a long time, but there's been no progress. This is really troublesome. I understand my father's stubbornness; it seems this path is not feasible. But are there any other options?

Hiring a caregiver? My father disagrees; he's not that old yet. Even if we hired a caregiver, his physical needs wouldn't be met. Finding him a prostitute? That's definitely not feasible; if my father knew my thoughts, he'd probably kill me. What to do?

Back in my room, I was still racking my brains. My wife noticed I was lost in thought and asked what was wrong. I said, "Dad's getting older, and it's inconvenient for him to live alone. I wanted to find him a companion, but he still disagrees. He also disagrees with hiring a caregiver. Even if he agreed to hire a caregiver, we couldn't satisfy his sexual needs. We can't exactly hire a prostitute for him!"

My wife said, "You really have some ideas! Hiring a prostitute? You don't want to live anymore! Dad'll break your legs."

I chuckled and said, "I just want to make Dad's later years a little more exciting."

My wife said, "Let Dad live with us. That way, we can take care of each other. As for his sexual needs... well, I don't know!" Li Li blushed.

I had no other choice but to let my father live with us for now. We moved the baby's crib to the study and put a double bed for my father in the second bedroom.

After my father settled in, Li Li and I took good care of him, and he quickly regained his mobility. But I couldn't stop thinking about my father's sex life. Of course, life goes on; we can't let problems stop us from moving forward. After a few days without sex, we were feeling desire again, but with my father home, we couldn't be as unrestrained.

While waiting for Lili to go to bed, I idly browsed the S8 forum. I enjoy reading erotica, so I wandered around the forum. Often, reading those wild fantasies, those unrealistic and absurd scenarios, with their coveted plots, gave me a lot of satisfaction, especially during Lili's pregnancy; it became a place I frequented late at night.

Then, a tag I usually didn't pay attention to caught my eye: "Married Women." Several articles there described affairs between fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law, sons frequently away on business trips, daughters-in-law lonely and unable to bear it, naturally having sex with their fathers-in-law; sons being mentally challenged and unable to perform sexually, so the father performed for him; sons having sperm defects and being infertile, so the father impregnated them, etc.

Although lacking realism, the content both excited and frightened me. Although we're both quite open-minded, I don't have a cuckoldry complex, so I didn't get an erection from reading those chapters. What I was thinking about was that my Lili could solve my father's physical needs. Of course, the ethical issues here made me hesitate. Could Lili accept it? Could my father accept it? Could I accept it?

Ethics are a net; breaking through this net often leads to tragic endings, being condemned by everyone, having no place to live, and perhaps even the destruction of the family. If we were to wear the label of incest, our relatives would all be affected. Although all sorts of novel things are accepted in today's society, even prostitution is no longer surprising. However, these ethical issues are like a high-pressure net.

On the other hand, filial piety is paramount. For my father, for the father who has raised me for decades, whose kindness is as heavy as a mountain, thinking of his years of hard work, seeing his weathered face, thinking of the delicious meals he cooked for me, thinking of his tall figure still bent over, should I take the risk to give him a happier old age?

This is a thought without an answer, something that can't be decided in a flash. Li Li came to the bed, saw me lost in thought again, and asked what was wrong. I didn't dare tell her my thoughts, only saying, "Nothing, rest, I'm tired after a long day." I lay down, hugged Li Li, and tried to sleep as usual, but tonight I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Is it possible? Can it be done? I've pondered these questions thousands of times, but there are no answers.

Unconsciously, I fell asleep from exhaustion, seemingly dreaming, yet also seemingly sleeping very soundly. When I

woke up in the morning, my wife was still not beside me, but in the children's room. After I got up, I saw my father was already up, busy in the kitchen.

I quickly said, "Dad, why are you up so early? Don't do all that. You need to rest. Old people's bones don't heal easily. Go and rest."

As I spoke, I took the work from my father's hands. He said, "It's okay. Not moving around won't do any good."

At this moment, Li Li came out of the room, wearing a strapless nightgown. Because it was convenient to breastfeed the baby at night, she wasn't wearing a bra. Because the fabric was quite dark, I couldn't see what was underneath, but I knew she wasn't wearing a bra.

I remembered what I had thought last night, and my face turned a little red, while they both seemed very natural. Li Li greeted my father as usual, "Dad, you're up. Don't be busy. Leave these to us. You should rest."

My father said, "I've been resting for several days. I'm not used to it. My body feels rusty, and I feel uncomfortable all over."

My wife chuckled and said, "Dad, you still can't stay idle. When the baby wakes up, when you play with him, be slow and don't hurt your legs."

Watching them chat like this, they really seemed like father and daughter. The conversation between the daughter and father—this is how we used to be. Li Li treated my father like her own, and I treated her parents like my own. Our family was so harmonious.

If I raise this question, will it disrupt that harmony? And will the consequences be terrible? But what about my father's happy old age?

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Filial Piety of the Wife (Part 2)

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