He's washed his penis in the golden basin, what a pity. The last night of Jin Daban...

Four days have passed, and my wife, who left home the day before yesterday, still hasn't returned. I'm so frustrated. Last night, my wife's older sister came to our house around 7 PM, with her child. She called me and said she was downstairs, but since the intercom was broken, I went downstairs myself to open the door for her. On the elevator, she chatted and laughed with me as usual. I thought she didn't know, because my wife is very tight-lipped; she always adheres to the principle of not airing family dirty laundry in public. But my wife isn't home. What should I say? When I got upstairs, I immediately rushed into the bathroom and called my wife. She hadn't answered before, no matter how many times I called. I hoped God would bless her and she would answer. Otherwise, saying she went shopping would be impossible; it was already past 7 PM, and she's pregnant. According to my usual principles, I would definitely be by her side, acting as her driver the whole time. What if my wife's older sister didn't know I'd let it slip? It would be a disaster! But no matter how many times I called, my wife wouldn't answer, and eventually she just turned off her phone. I stayed in the bathroom for about 10 minutes when my wife's older sister's child called me: "Uncle, Mom's calling you." I pretended to go to the bathroom and said I'd wait a minute. But I couldn't stay indefinitely, and that annoying kid said he was about to burst and needed to go too. So I had to come out, and not forgetting to flush the toilet—there was a flushing sound. You have to pay attention to details when acting; details determine success or failure.
My wife's older sister sat on the sofa, and I moved a chair and sat a little further away. She said, "XX, what happened? I'm here, and you've gone to the bathroom? Nobody's home. That's not how you treat guests. Where's my sister?" Ugh, while I was racking my brains for an answer, she said, "I know everything about you. Tell me, what do you want?" Ugh, this sex scandal is going to blow up.
I have to tell you guys about my unfortunate history. Confucius said, "If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet." In recent years, I've been caught out six times. The first time, after sleeping with an online friend in a hotel, the woman wanted to take the bus home by herself. She left first, and I brought up the rear. Just as I was about to leave, I realized she had left her watch on the bedside table. I immediately called her, and she said it was at the bus stop near the hotel. I said I'd bring it to her right away. I rushed to check out of the hotel, just to hurry and deliver the watch. In my haste, I made a mistake: I carelessly put the hotel receipt in my pocket. The next day, I didn't have my phone with me, and that woman sent me a text saying I was great and hoped we could meet again. My wife saw it and then deleted it. The most insidious thing about my wife is that she's incredibly secretive, never showing her emotions. Then, while doing my laundry, she pulled out that damn receipt. Two days later, she asked me if I'd been to any hotels recently. Without thinking, I said I never go to those places, why would I go there if there was nothing wrong? Then she asked me how I found the receipt. I was speechless. I immediately explained to my wife that I had gone to the hotel to play cards with some buddies that day. Then, I made a serious phone call to one of my best friends, deliberately using the external speaker so my wife could hear. I said, "Your sister-in-law saw the room receipt I gave you when you went to that hotel to play cards with so-and-so that day. Can you explain this to her?" My best friend quickly got into character, saying, "Yes, yes, then let my sister-in-law answer the phone, I'll explain. I asked Wei Ge to book the room when I was playing cards with so-and-so that day. Sister-in-law, please don't misunderstand," and so on. But my wife wouldn't answer the phone. She said, "Okay, stop acting," and then told me about the text messages. I had to confess, but said it didn't happen because I was too nervous and couldn't get an erection, so it ended there. Of course, my wife didn't believe me. That night, she interrogated me severely. In the end, I cried and confessed, and then pretended to be sick to get through it. I won't go into the details of the other times; I believe many fellow enthusiasts have experienced this—there are always clues. Moreover, my wife is very good at being a detective; she's extremely meticulous and has a very strong logical reasoning ability. They're incredibly wary of me, so including the one four days ago, that's six times in total. Before, I practically exhausted all my tricks—kneeling and begging for forgiveness, crying and threatening suicide, displaying utter pitifulness, remorse, and a desire to reform—and each performance was better than the last. But this time, I couldn't think of anything to surpass the last performance. I regret it; I got into character too quickly. Last time, I overdid it, and now it's hard to improve. In the end, I resorted to Lao Tzu's strategy: inaction. I played dumb, saying nothing, or just a few simple words. My wife immediately asked me why I wasn't crying, why I wasn't kneeling for 24 hours. That day was alright; I just cried alone in bed, refusing to eat or drink. The next day, I left. I tried to stop them, but it was no use. Half my face, one arm, and both hands were covered in bruises, to the point that I haven't left the house for the past few days, and I'm managing everything at work remotely by phone.
Continuing my conversation with my sister-in-law, she went on and on, dredging up things from hundreds of years ago as evidence—basically, she called him a heartless man throughout history, wishing him a terrible death, and so on. Then she tried to reason with me, saying that my wife wasn't caring during her pregnancy and that she was making her angry, which would inevitably affect the baby, and so on. No matter what she said, I remained silent. What could I do? She had leverage over me. I was like a fish on a chopping block, resigned to my fate. At 9 pm, her rant finally ended, interspersed with tears. Later, she asked where my wife was. I said I called but her phone was off. She told me to go find her. So I drove my sister-in-law and her child home first, then wandered around. In such a big city, where am I supposed to find her? I called a few of her friends to tell them to go home, and then my phone rang. It was my dad calling. Damn, did she go to my parents' house? That's not like her at all. Trembling, I pressed the answer button. My father's roar, like a leopard's, nearly shattered my eardrums. A torrent of profanity followed, demanding I come to his house immediately, saying my wife was crying her eyes out. After a few minutes, my father's anger subsided somewhat, and I allowed him to hand the phone to my wife. But she refused to answer. Reluctantly, I said I'd come over, but I overheard her saying, when my father asked me to pick her up, that she absolutely refused to come back with me, saying she'd wait until dawn to get a divorce. At the same time, I heard my mother's tearful pleading with my wife. Oh God, it was so painful! My mother's health isn't good, and she's always been an honest and upright person. In her eyes, I was a very respectable son—it's all ruined. Then my mother answered the phone, giving me a vicious, scathing scolding, saying she'd kill herself if my wife divorced me. She then told me not to come that night and to let my wife stay there. I didn't go. I felt both fear and relief. I was terrified that my father would find out. He had a terrible temper when he was younger; I've lost count of how many times he's beaten me. I'm terrified she'll come after me at dawn. The comfort is that I finally know my wife's whereabouts. Now I can sleep peacefully without having to look for her.
This morning around 6 AM, my dad called to ask if my wife was back. I said she was, but I didn't see her at all; she's probably at her parents' house. I told my dad she was back because my parents were worried. I immediately called her, but her phone was still off. At noon, I called her sister, who said she was at her house but had left without lunch. I haven't dared to call my mother-in-law's house yet; I don't know if they know anything. I still haven't received any news about my wife. I'm so anxious...

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