Wife's Desire 1-31 (End)

[Synopsis]
The story revolves around a doctor from Suzhou who goes to Wenchuan to provide support after the earthquake. Upon his return, he discovers his wife's infidelity.
While investigating, he finds the situation to be far more complex. In his search for the truth, he uncovers a voyeur who has documented his wife's involvement in a sexually explicit scheme, including photos and videos. The woman
having the affair with his wife, surnamed Tong, turns out to be his neighbor, and there's also an accomplice—a woman named Na…
The wife's desires [Returning from Wenchuan felt like going from hell to the human world]
Chapter 1
At the hospital's welcome party, I stood on the stage with my colleagues, holding flowers, receiving praise and awards from the leaders, but I was somewhat absent-minded. I hadn't seen my wife and daughter for twenty-nine days, and I wanted to go home immediately.
As a surgeon, I was used to witnessing blood, wounds, and death, but the tragic scenes, the helpless faces, and the desperate eyes still overwhelmed me. At that moment, I suddenly felt the fragility and helplessness of life. I couldn't bear to see so many vibrant lives disappear before my eyes because of time and circumstances. I tried my best, but in the end, I still couldn't save more people, and my heart felt like it was weighed down by a heavy stone.
To allow us to rest properly, the hospital gave us three days off. I returned to my apartment complex at three in the afternoon. After parking the car in the garage, I walked out and looked at my window. A wave of warmth washed over me. That was my paradise, where my gentle and virtuous Yan was waiting for me to come home, and where my precious little Jiajia, only two years old, was. She must be running around on the living room floor right now.
Just as I looked away, I vaguely thought I saw a figure flash across the balcony. I stared intently, puzzled, but there was nothing there; only a few pieces of washed clothing floated on the empty balcony. "I must have imagined it," I shook my head. My mental stress was too much; I needed to relax.
Jiajia was waiting for me at the door, her little face beaming with joy. She shouted "Daddy!" and opened her arms for a hug. I touched her soft cheeks and suddenly lifted her up and tossed her into the air. Jiajia squealed with excitement; this was her favorite game. Yan, however, didn't have the strength to lift her like that.
Yan was sitting at the coffee table peeling chestnuts, her hair piled up on top of her head, the ends swaying like a flower. She called to Jiajia, "Don't bother Daddy, Daddy just got back, he's very tired!" I
picked up my daughter and carried her to the sofa, kissing her on the cheek. I said, "It's okay, I'm not that tired. You're the one who's tired taking care of Jiajia all by yourself these past few days!"
Yan smiled gently, "Go take a bath, sleep for a while, I'll make you braised duck soup tonight."
Jiajia clapped her hands in my arms, "Okay, okay! Daddy smells good, Mommy smells good too!"
She pouted, kissed Yan's cheek, and then kissed me on the cheek.
I soaked in the bathtub, my whole body limp and without any strength. Exhaustion emanated from my bones and muscles, overflowing my entire body. My thoughts were somewhat chaotic, jumbled images constantly switching in my mind.
My wife is from Suzhou, far from the city where I currently live. I met my wife at a hospital in Hangzhou. She was accompanying her father to a doctor's appointment, while I hadn't yet been transferred back to my hometown. My marriage to Yan was quite complicated. She was an only child, and her parents disapproved of her marrying someone from so far away. Another reason was that I was seven years older than her; she was twenty-three, and I was thirty. Friends and relatives all sided with her parents, advising her to give up this unwise love.
Yan was resolute. She said, "I will be fine, I will be happy!"
I stood beside her when she said that, and at that moment, I was overwhelmed with emotion, even having the urge to burst into tears. I held her hand tightly and vowed in my heart: I will make her my princess forever, I will definitely make her happy.
Although I was transferred back to my hometown, I didn't have many relatives left. My parents and brother were all abroad, and only a few distant relatives lived in the countryside, with whom I had almost no contact. Almost everyone in our family was in business, which was largely due to the location of our small town. Going abroad to seek one's fortune had always been a tradition in this coastal region.
Four years passed quickly. I was now one of the best attending physicians in the hospital, and our little home was in the best neighborhood in the city, inhabited almost entirely by the most influential and powerful people. Yan was very satisfied with the environment; she liked cleanliness and order. Her favorite thing to do was sit on the balcony and read romance novels that only young girls read.
The bathroom door opened, and Yan walked in, her steps light and careful. I didn't open my eyes, but a feeling of happiness welled up in my chest: she had come to bring me a bath towel; I always forgot to bring one. Yan walked to the bathtub, hesitated for a moment, and then nudged my shoulder: "You're sleeping in the bathtub again! Get up and go to bed."
I opened my eyes and gave her a lewd smile: "Once I'm in bed, I won't want to sleep, and you won't be able to cook."
I reached out and touched under her short skirt. Yan playfully slapped my hand, "Stop it! Jiajia's outside!"
My hand still slipped between her legs, grabbing her smooth thigh. Yan gasped and jumped away, "You've gotten my skirt all wet!"
In that instant as she dodged, my fingertips seemed to touch some hair, something slippery. Watching her run away like a child, I stretched contentedly in the water: she must be wearing that thong, the wedding anniversary gift I bought her this year. She must have missed it terribly, just as I missed her.
After dinner and a walk, Yan sat by Jiajia's crib telling her fairy tales, while I sat at the computer organizing my memories of Sichuan. I wanted to record all those people and events. The room was filled with a peaceful tranquility, almost like a fairytale.
The little one quickly fell asleep. Her pink, delicate face nestled beside her pillow, her little mouth pouting. Yan affectionately kissed her daughter's forehead, tucked the small blanket around her, turned and looked at me, smiling silently. I stretched out my arms to her: now it was my turn to soothe this big child.
The bedside lamp was dimly lit, its orange glow illuminating Yan's jade-like body, outlining her perfect curves on the bed. Yan squinted, stretching out her limbs, letting my tongue roam over her body, occasionally uttering meaningless words. She always used this expression to indicate that she was enjoying sex; when that expression appeared on her face, it meant she was ready, and all I had to do was respond with more passionate kisses, then the assault, and more assault…
The Simmons mattress seemed to be malfunctioning, making a "creaking" sound during our movements, something that hadn't happened before I left. I thought to myself as I thrust vigorously, my penis moving rapidly in and out of Yan's body. Yan let out her usual long moans, which were cut short by my wild thrusts, shattering into fragmented murmurs.
My hands held Yan's hips, stabilizing her body, making the impact of our lower bodies create loud "slap slap" sounds, causing Yan's full, erect breasts to rise and fall like ripples on a spring pond. The pleasure gradually built up, finally erupting like a volcano. Yan struggled beneath me, her hands desperately grasping at my body and legs, like a drowning person searching for a straw.
Everything returned to calm, and I pressed my face against Yan's breasts, feeling her softness. Yan hugged my head tightly like a child, saying, "Husband, I love you, husband, I will always love you!"
"I know."
When I woke up, it was still dark. Yan nestled in my arms, her round buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, curled up like a kitten. I lovingly pulled her closer to me, kissing her hair behind her ear. In my heart, Yan is my daughter. I love the feeling of her nestled in my arms, I love her clinging to my neck and acting spoiled, I love her occasional mischievous expression. And now, this daughter who seems not yet grown up has already raised an equally adorable and endearing baby!
Yan was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly. I gathered her loose long hair and spread it out beside the pillow. Her slender, graceful neck was mesmerizing in the orange-red light. I carefully stroked and played with it with my palm, afraid of accidentally disturbing her sweet sleep.
There was a deep red mark where her shoulder blade met her neck, almost invisible unless you looked closely.
Curious, I leaned closer to examine it; it was a hickey, the shape of lips faintly discernible. Yan's skin was white, delicate, and tender; even a slight, forceful kiss would leave a very clear mark that wouldn't fade.
I remembered when we were dating, Yan would wear a scarf for several days after our dates to cover the hickeys I left on her neck. Later, her family discovered our relationship because of those marks. Last
night's intimacy was more intense than usual; Yan must be exhausted. Her constitution is naturally delicate. Thinking of my previous wildness, I couldn't help but smile: we're practically an old married couple, yet we still have such high spirits! I can't remember how I kissed her all over last night, how I kissed her so hard! I searched her body and found two more marks on her thighs and chest. She'll definitely complain this morning; these days, not many women wear scarves on the street.
My daughter rolled over in her crib, mumbling a few indistinct sentences in her sleep. Her slender little legs stretched out and perched on the crib railing. Looking at her cute little face, a smile involuntarily spread across my face. This little rascal is nothing like a girl; she's playful and active, and taking care of her is quite a task.
The next two days were a treat for my two darlings. I accompanied my wife shopping for clothes and getting beauty treatments, and the whole family went to the amusement park, the zoo, the cinema, and the food street. My daughter loves snacks the most, a trait she inherited from Yan. Yan, because she needs to maintain her figure, doesn't dare to eat them, so she watches Jiajia eat with envy, and instead transfers her cravings to buying clothes.
Yan is a super beauty-conscious woman; she can even diet for months just to wear a pretty dress! One of her favorite sayings is, "If I don't dress myself up nicely, honey, you'll look at other women, and if you look too much, you might cheat on me. So I buy clothes for the sake of our family's stability, so you can't object to me buying clothes."
I don't take her lofty theories seriously, but I enjoy watching her do it. After we got married, she stopped working and stayed home all day doing nothing. Having something to do did make her feel more fulfilled. I'm a quiet person and prefer peace and quiet. I'm mostly at home and at the hospital, with almost no other social engagements. My greatest pleasure every day is waiting for my wife to make requests, and then indulging her like a spoiled child. I love this woman; her happiness is my greatest joy. In my life, the most important people are these two women, one big and one small!
Yan certainly has the looks to back up her beauty. At 1.69 meters tall, with long, slender legs, a slim waist, and a pert bottom, she's a natural clothes hanger. Add to that her delicate, fair face and her breasts, which have become even fuller after giving birth to Jiajia, and you're instantly captivating.
Her pickiness about clothes bordered on the obsessive. Not only did she demand specific brands, but the designs also had to be form-fitting, not only looking elegant and appropriate but also highlighting her graceful figure. I often joked with her that she loved clothes more than her husband. She would pout, pretending to be angry, putting her hands behind her back, glaring at me with her large, bright eyes, and saying, "You're a miser! You love money more than your wife!"
She didn't look like a mother at all; she looked more like a recent graduate! She never wore her hair up, never the ponytail she used when we were dating. Or she would let her shiny black hair fall loosely, with a delicate hair clip adorning her neck, just enough to reveal half of her small earlobe—she looked so fresh, refined, and elegant! It
was already past four in the afternoon when we got back. Yan took Jiajia upstairs first, while I went to the garage to park. When I parked the car and walked back to the elevator entrance downstairs, I found that Yan hadn't entered the elevator yet. She was holding Jiajia and talking to a man.
The man was also a neighbor in the same building, but we weren't very familiar with each other. I vaguely remembered him as a real estate tycoon, I think his surname was Tong. He was very tall, bald, and in his forties, but he was still wearing brightly colored clothes.
When he saw me coming, he turned around and nodded to me, saying, "Dr. Liang is back?"
I just nodded in response, but didn't answer him. I went over and took Jiajia from Yan's arms. Just then, the elevator came down, and we all got in together.
Jiajia was still very excited, playing with the little cartoon sheep-shaped mirror I had bought for her. I stood at the elevator entrance with her in my arms. My family lives on the ninth floor, and I think Mr. Tong lives on the fourteenth floor. Yan was behind me, and he stood next to me, leaning over to try and talk to Jiajia.
When the elevator stopped on the ninth floor, I bent down and put Jiajia down, preparing to take out my keys to open the door. In that instant of bending over, the small mirror in her hand flickered, and I saw in the mirror that Tong's hand swiftly withdrew from Yan's buttocks. Because it was only a fleeting moment, it wasn't very clear, and I couldn't be sure if what I saw was real. I suspiciously turned to look at Yan and noticed her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes held an undisguised panic.
Before I could recover, Yan rushed to grab Jiajia's hand and leave the elevator, mimicking Jiajia's voice as she spoke to her daughter, "Wow! We're home! Quickly tell Daddy to open the door, Mommy wants to take a bath with Jiajia."
I stepped out of the elevator and glanced back. The elevator doors were closing, and through the crack, I saw Tong's face, calm and composed, without a trace of unease.
All night, I was restless, replaying that moment in the elevator in my mind. Perhaps I really had seen wrong; maybe Tong's hand had simply happened to pass behind my wife. I believed Yan; I believed she wouldn't do anything to betray me. But if it really was someone surnamed Tong who harassed Yan, given her personality, she would most likely choose to let it go. I know her too well; she would never lie! I could tell from her expression just now that something must have happened.
I really wanted to ask Yan, but I didn't know how. Between husband and wife, some things are taboo, and I didn't want to embarrass her. Or perhaps she was concerned about the relationship with the neighbors and didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so she chose to cover it up.
But I still felt very uncomfortable. I'm a perfectionist man; I can't tolerate even the slightest flaw in my life. Yan is my wife, completely mine alone, and we love each other so much! I can't tolerate anyone even harboring thoughts of wanting my wife.
Yan was already asleep; running around all day must have been a huge ordeal for her. I looked at her sweet smile with affection, then my gaze shifted to the huge wedding photo on the wall. In the photo, Yan smiled brightly, her white dress making her look like an angel nestled in my arms, her beautiful face radiant with happiness.
"We're a match made in heaven, we'll grow old together!"
she told me on our wedding night. Yes, I've always thought so.
On the last day of my holiday, I made no plans and stayed quietly at home. Jiajia ran around in the spacious living room, as lively as a fairy from a myth. Yan was ironing the shirt I was going to wear the next day in the bedroom. She was very serious and focused when she was doing things, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, radiating peace and tranquility. A strand of hair slipped down from her ear and clung to her face. The afternoon sun shone through the window, casting a halo around her slender figure, like a goddess in an oil painting!
In the afternoon, I sorted through my memories of Wenchuan. One tragic and desolate scene after another floated into my mind, making me feel incredibly depressed. As a doctor, death is commonplace, but I still couldn't escape that world of suffering! Yan went to the supermarket and bought some groceries on the way. Jiajia was playing with her Barbie dolls, scattering a pile of toys all over the floor.
The little one got tired of playing, or maybe she was a bit bored, so she ran over to me and started causing trouble. I put aside my work, picked her up, and took her to the balcony. From the ninth-floor balcony, I could see the clean and tidy neighborhood in all its glory: the lush green lawns, the well-arranged rockeries, and the sparkling yet magnificent fountain…
I pointed to each facility in front of my daughter, asking her their names. The little one mumbled vaguely, then suddenly shouted, "Mommy! Mommy's home..."
Following the direction of her little finger, I saw Yan walking in through the gate of the complex, but my heart sank: behind her was that man surnamed Tong again. My heart jumped; the scene in the elevator that day flashed through my mind again. Would he take the opportunity to harass my wife again?
Fortunately, Yan arrived home quickly, without any delay. As soon as she entered the house, she put down her things and went to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
After her shower, Yan went to the kitchen. I went to the bathroom almost unconsciously, not knowing what I was going to do! The bathroom was damp, the steam still lingering. Her clothes were scattered haphazardly in the basin under the sink, her pink underwear conspicuously placed on top.
I picked it up, and my fingertips felt something damp and sticky. I unfolded it and could clearly see a wet patch on the crotch of the underwear, and Yan's distinctive scent wafted out. I recognized that scent immediately; it was the scent she gave off when she was aroused. But she had only gone shopping!
A sudden sense of foreboding washed over me, and my heart sank.
第02章
『或者是真的巧合而已，嫣不是那样的人！』我在心里安慰自己，可我自己也觉得这样的辩解是那么的苍白无力。
坐在书桌前，心情乱得如同一团麻，感觉有什么东西梗在喉咙里面。嘉嘉跑了进来，张着胳膊让我抱，忽闪忽闪地眨着发亮的大眼睛向我要求怜爱。她的眼神很像嫣，彷彿会说话一样，漂亮而清澈，透着一些骄傲和顽皮。
心底一处最温柔的地方被女儿的神情触动了，把她抱起来，放在自己膝上，正了正她头上那朵歪了的大红花，在她水嫩的脸蛋儿上亲了亲。嘉嘉手里拿着昨天才买的音乐毛毛虫炫耀地在我眼前晃着：「嘉嘉的……」
我的心忽然动了一下，扶住她的双肩，认真地问：「嘉嘉跟爸爸说，有没有叔叔来过咱家？」
小傢伙明显没有理解我的意图，自顾自地摆弄着手里的玩具，没接我的话茬儿。我继续问：「有没有……一个高高的、光头的叔叔来过？」
嘉嘉一脸茫然地看着我，重复我话里的字：「高的……嗯，叔叔……」
我迫切地盯着她的小脸儿，渴望从中找到答案，可女儿的注意力又回到了手中的玩具上，没有了下文。
我有些失望，内心深处又有了一丝愧疚：我这是在怀疑妻了！嫣不是个随便的女人，她是个听到一句脏话都会脸红的人，就连和最亲密的老公在床上做爱，也是坚定的保守派作风。从来都是乖乖地躺在我身下任凭我主导整个过程，要她上来换一下体位也是推三阻四，更别说口交或者别的什么……
那个光头怎么可能和嫣扯上关系！人长得那么猥亵，况且嫣又不是爱慕虚荣的势利女人，她一向对钱都不看重，甚至脑子里根本就没有钱的概念。对于一个喜欢张爱玲亦舒的女人来说，优雅永远是她追求的目标，把出轨和她联繫在一起对她而言简直就是一种侮辱！
不要想了，都是巧合而已，我在杞人忧天。我抱着嘉嘉从椅子上站起来，准备到客厅去开饭，今天有我爱吃的虾仁儿炒腰果。这时候怀里的嘉嘉呢喃着说了一句：「叔叔……香妈妈，妈妈……抱抱叔叔……妈妈抱抱嘉嘉……」
我的整个人就像被电击到了一样僵硬在书桌旁，一阵的晕眩，全身的血一下子全涌上了头顶。几乎不能相信女儿的话。竟然是真的！绝不可能的事突然之间几乎变成了现实，我深爱着的、我视如女神的妻子，有可能真的出轨了……
我的脑子里一片空白，似乎自己的身体也消失了。
不知道站了多久，客厅传来嫣的叫声：「你们父女俩在干什么？还不过来吃饭！嘉嘉，嘉嘉……」
她的声音依然轻柔温顺，一如往常亲切，丝毫听不出哪怕一丁点儿的异样。我的心却像是在被一把刀刺着一样痛：她还在掩饰着自己，她掩饰得多么好！
嫣还在叫，我木然地走出去，嫣过来抱走了嘉嘉，在女儿离开我身体的一剎那，我突然一阵恐惧，手不由自主地颤抖了起来。我不知道自己在害怕什么，但是那巨大的恐惧甚至击溃了我的愤怒，一句话堵在我的喉咙里说不出来，一些词彙在我脑海里交织翻滚着：偷情……背叛……姦夫……离婚……却始终无法组织成一句完整的话，我的嘴唇也在颤抖。
看着嫣把嘉嘉揽在怀里，拿汤匙舀了虾仁儿餵她，嘉嘉和我一样，对虾情有独钟。嫣餵了她几口，发现我还站在那里，奇怪地瞟了我一眼：「你怎么啦！脸色好难看，不舒服吗？」
她还是那么体贴细心，那么善解人意！可我却不能分辨这话里有没有掺杂水份，不能确定她的话里有多少诚意！一瞬间我的眼前突然一片朦胧，眼泪差点儿夺眶而出。我马上用双手掩饰地搓了下脸，乘机抹去了眼角儿溢出的泪水，压抑着声调说：「没有，吃饭吧。」
整顿饭我食不知味，可口的饭菜在嘴里如同嚼蜡。那句话一直迴旋在嘴边，几次都差点儿脱口而出：你为什么背叛我？你为什么偷人？最终那句话还是没有问出来。
我突然发现自己在这一刻是如此懦弱，嫣的性格极其固执，骨子里有一种傲气。她不擅长说谎，更不喜欢说谎，如果这一切是事实，我害怕她会坦然承认。
以她的个性，即使错了也不会低三下四的来乞求别人原谅，她是那种一条道儿走到黑的人，就算错了，也会走得义无反顾。
嫣显然察觉到了我情绪的变化。
吃过饭，等嘉嘉睡了，她洗完澡换了件性感的睡衣，在床前转动着身子，问我：「漂亮吗？这件衣服讨厌死了，胸口全露出来了！你看……」
这是她向我最露骨的示爱，对她而言，这就是自尊可以容许的极限了。
纱质的睡衣中间镂空，里面没戴胸罩，坚挺丰满的乳房在里面若隐若现，把胸前的衣服顶得高高的。我却一点儿也兴奋不起来，相反，一股焦躁不断地反覆在胸口冲撞：『在我不在家的时刻，也许她也是这样的穿着，站在另一个男人面前让人欣赏。不，不止这些，可能还有更加不堪的……』我用力捶了一下自己的头，制止自己去想像那些龌龊的画面，心却像针扎一样的刺痛。
嫣不安地偎上来，摸了摸我的额头：「你到底怎么了？」
我烦躁地挡开她的手：「没什么，我有些累而已。」
眼睛落在她睡衣撩起之后裸露出来的腿上，心里猛然打了个寒战，那双滑嫩粉白的大腿根部，又出现了一片明显的瘀痕。不会错，对于一个医生来说，这些已经是职业的常识，那是被用力亲吻或者拧捏出来的痕迹，等到了明天早上会更加明显。
嫣很快就把腿收回到内衣下，用轻快的语气和我说：「我现在对你没诱惑力了，本来你离开了这么久，要犒劳你的，现在你倒找借口躲着我了！别怪我不讲理，明天你想的时候，我可就不想了。」
可能是家庭教育的关系，导致嫣对性的认知有些保守，她总是喜欢把做爱当作是对我的一种奖励，从来不肯承认自己有要和我做爱想法，哪怕有时候我明明能感觉到她的需要。她下意识地把这件事看成不洁和羞耻的，好像那样承认了就代表着她自己承认自己很淫荡。
夜深人静，卧室里没有一点儿声响。嫣已经睡熟了，猫一样地背向我蜷缩着身子，丰满的臀部呈现出十分流畅优美的线条。我瞪大了眼睛躺着，没有丝毫睡意，回来之后，所有的迹像都明白无误地告诉我：嫣出事了，她可能有了别的男人！甚至我已经猜到了那个男人是谁，回忆一下那个男人猥亵的样子我就心里发冷，多噁心的一个老男人！
不知道过了多久，脖子已经有些酸痛，我仍旧没有睡意，干脆从床上起来，都卫生间洗了把脸，冷水让我的头脑有一些清醒，却还是茫然一片有几分混乱。
我不明白嫣为什么要找那样一个男人，不知道他们是怎么勾搭到一起的。想到勾搭这个词儿的时候我的心又痛了一下，彷彿体内的血液在那一刻突然凝结了。
黑暗中一个人坐在客厅里的沙发上，茶几上放着正在充电的笔记本，充电器上的指示灯一闪一闪地亮着，这是去年我买给嫣的生日礼物，当时市面上最高级的索尼ｖｇｎ－ｇ２１８。其实嫣很少上网，偶尔上网也只是搜索一些服装搭配首饰发佈的信息，她把更多的时间用在了对自己皮肤保养和化妆上面。
把手放在机身上，光滑的触感如同嫣的肌肤，冰凉而细腻。我脑子里突然有了一个念头：这里面也许有关于嫣的一些线索，可能有她的日记，可能有她和什么人的聊天记录。这样的念头一出现，我的手就不由自主地抖动了几下，我几乎没有打开的勇气，我还没有足够的镇定来面对这一切。
计算机最终还是打开了，ｑｑ设置的是自动登录，登录后的好友里面显示没有人在线，加进来的人并不多，几乎我都认识，聊天记录截止的日期是六月二十一日晚上十点二十七分，正是我回来的前一天。内容很普通，一些琐碎的家常和一些化妆品价格的讨论，有一搭没一搭的聊天记录显示着女人们的无聊，没有任何可疑的迹像。
关闭了ｑｑ，几乎查阅了所有的文档也没有发现一丁点儿的蛛丝马迹，我不死心地再次打开ｑｑ登陆器，鼠标指向了登陆栏，上面显示了两个号码，我点击了下面的号码，登录。
她的签名是「晴儿」，只加了一个签名是「西洋镜」的人。打开聊天记录，只有两句对话：西洋镜：「我现在下去。」
晴儿：「别，我女儿没睡，改天吧！」
日期：２：１４　２００８／６／２２
简单的两句话，却明明白白地在提醒我这是偷情的宣言。我的头皮一阵阵发麻，这个时间是我回到家前的一个小时，很明显，那个男人还是下来了！我在楼下看到的人影不是我的错觉，就是这个叫做「西洋镜」的男人。
这一个小时他们做了什么？我几乎不能想像，我的女儿还在，嫣怎么可能在她的面前做出那种事！回想起我洗澡时在浴室里和嫣的一幕，我摸了她一把，那腿间的感觉现在回想起来，分明是里面没有穿内裤！
我的全身都在无法控制地颤抖着：嫣怎么了？我那个高贵优雅，对爱情忠贞不二的妻子哪里去了？短短的一个月，为什么一切突然就改变了？
我有种冲动，想要去卧室把嫣揪起来质问她：这一个月她都干了什么？那个男人究竟是谁？她为什么要背叛我？为什么要背叛我们苦心经营的爱情？可是我全身僵硬，除了发抖什么也做不了。同时伴随着愤怒而来的还有巨大的恐惧，冰冷的心中除了绝望还是绝望，嫣从来没有欺骗过我，没想到她第一次的欺骗竟是这样的残酷，足以把我彻底击溃。
我曾经发誓爱嫣一生一世，我曾经发誓不让嫣受到一丁点儿伤害，我们曾经许诺厮守终生，我们曾经承诺捍卫爱情。那些诺言都去了哪里？
我突然很想出去，我觉得自己再呆在这里会窒息。
开了车在街道上漫无目的地闲逛，现在是三点二十七分，街上没人，灯柱的影子一根又一根地被车轮碾过去，被远远甩在身后。开了车窗，让清凉的风吹进来，可是身体里仍旧燥热又焦灼。我快要发疯了！我想开着车撞到墙上去。
那天晚上我干了件疯狂的事，深夜驱车去了杭城，去找一位多年没见面的朋友，我把他叫出来，只聊了十分钟我就告辞了，把他惊讶得说不出话来。来回三百二十公里，回到家的时候还不到六点钟。
女儿还在睡，嫣却不在床上，大概去买早餐了，我在门口的早餐店并没有留意，往常都是我去买的，今天回来完全心不在焉，就把这些事忘了。
我换了衣服，直接出来去上班，也许是想逃避，我不知道该用什么态度来面对嫣。我需要冷静下来，用这一天的时间理顺自己的思路，弄清楚到底发生了些什么。
电梯里人不多，还没有到上班的高峰时间。我靠在电梯里的扶手上，木然地看着显示器上的数字跳转。这时候手机响了，号码显示正是杭城的那位朋友，接通了，他的声音有些焦急：「梁，你到底是怎么回事？你老实跟我说，不然我会忍不住跑过去的！我们是多年朋友，我知道你的性格，不是发生了很大的事情，你绝不会这么失魂落魄的！你跟我说吧，既然你来见我，就说明你相信我这个朋友，你说说看，也许，我能帮你什么。」
我无言以对，我不知道该怎么跟他说，或者是我说不出口。但是有一股暖意在心底涌动，我压抑着自己的语调说：「不要紧，你别担心，我……我会处理好的……」
眼睛落在电梯上方的监控探头，脑子里一下想起了那天在电梯里从女儿镜子里看到的一幕，心里一酸，情绪一下子失去了控制，哽咽了一下，终于失声痛哭出来。
电梯停在了一楼，我的眼前一片朦胧，完全没有注意到电话那头朋友在轻声地安慰我，我全身无力，努力地克制自己，不让更大的呜咽声从喉咙里跳出来。
擦了擦眼睛，才发现身前多了一位穿白衣的女子，有几分面熟，却想不起来是谁。她有些被我吓到了，不安地和我保持着一些距离，眼神却忍不住时不时地瞟过来。这时候我才看见电梯已经正在上升，我为自己的失态而感到羞愧，抱歉地向她点了点头，转过了自己的身体。我不想让人看见自己这么软弱。
电梯停在了十三楼，女人几乎是跑着出去了。有人同时拦住了即将关闭的电梯门，是两个工人模样的人，把一些杂七杂八的东西往电梯里搬，电梯里顿时充满了浓浓的油漆味儿，呛得我一阵噁心。我最怕这种味道，一边挂电话一边躲出去按对面的电梯。
电梯迟迟不上来，始终停在十二楼的位置，我走向消防出口准备下到十二楼去。
就在我推开楼梯门的那一剎那，有一个声音传入我的耳朵：「我不是和你开玩笑的，真的，你别嬉皮笑脸的，再这样，我生气了！」
我的整个人瞬间被钉住在楼梯口，心也随之一下子提了起来。是的，那是嫣的声音。从她的语速里可以听得出她很焦急和慌张，像是在跟什么人求助。
一个男人的声音说：「看把你吓得。用不着心虚，男人都很粗心，不会那么容易发现的！你完全是心理作用，相信我，绝对不会有事。」
我几乎马上就能断定这个男人是佟。是嫣和佟在说话！这一刻我的心情无法用言语来表达，所有的猜测在这里都变成了赤裸裸的事实，我的妻子出轨了！我的嫣，正向那个姦夫求助！
我用手摀住了自己的嘴巴，向前走了几步，在通往十四楼的拐角过去的楼梯上，露出两个人的下半身。
嫣穿着睡衣靠在楼梯扶手上，脚上是一双拖鞋，很明显她是很急，通常她从来不肯只穿拖鞋和睡衣出门。在她站立位置的下面两级台阶，站了一个人，穿着肥大的七分短裤，粗壮的小腿上佈满了密密麻麻的浓密汗毛，他的身子靠得嫣很近，几乎是贴在了嫣身上，一手抓着栏杆，一手放在了嫣的臀部。
Yan was trying to push his hand away, saying, "Stop it, I'm talking to you about something serious. I found out he went out early this morning and hasn't come back yet. He looked at my computer, I wonder if he found something! And he didn't seem right yesterday either."
Tong asked, "What did you leave on your computer?"
"I deleted everything before, only those two sentences from that day."
"Which day?"
"You... don't touch it! It's the message you sent me when you came down that day."
"That's okay, even if he saw it, he can't be sure of anything, at most he'll just suspect something!"
"No! I can't let him suspect anything, I've already let him down so badly..."
Yan's voice was trembling with tears, "For the time being, you... don't look for me."
Tong's hand still slipped through Yan's arm and landed on her buttocks, slowly caressing them, "You know how much I love you! I'll miss you so much, we're so compatible together, don't you want that?"
His hand moved down her buttocks little by little, groping down her full, slender thighs.
Yan's hands had given up resisting, and she awkwardly twisted her legs, letting that hand caress her thighs. "Really, no, listen to me, if they find out, my whole family will be ruined, ah..."
Tong's hand had already lifted the hem of her nightgown, and his large palm moved upwards along the inside of her snow-white thigh.
Yan's scream turned into a muffled groan from her nose, clearly because Tong had kissed her. That hand continued upwards, reaching between her legs, and the hem of her nightgown was also pulled up, almost exposing half of Yan's thigh. From my position, I could clearly see Yan's entire buttocks. She twisted her waist, as if trying to get rid of Tong's hand, but the twisting was very small, and Tong's palm covered her hips, rubbing against her pink panties.
Yan made heavy nasal sounds, "Mmm...mmm..."
Her fair hand gripped Tong's wrist, the contrast between her white skin and Tong's dark, rough skin stark. She didn't exert any force, showing no intention of pushing Tong away.
The soft sounds of their kissing echoed in the hallway, like needles pricking my heart.

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