The Temptation of Another Man's Wife

Xiaoyu lived upstairs from me. She was a recluse, with a mysterious air, often dressed in a long white dress,

ethereal and otherworldly, appearing and disappearing before my eyes. Initially, she didn't attract my attention. In my preconceived

notions, she was just an ordinary person; a seemingly aloof beauty in white must be all looks and no substance. She was a music

teacher , and I had a prejudice against music teachers, believing they were nothing special except for recognizing a few tadpole-like symbols,

and that all other knowledge was dreadful to them. Their minds must be as

light and fleeting like passing clouds or reeds on a wall, easily blown away. My prejudice against music teachers stemmed from

the terrible memories left by my own high school music teacher.

Xiaoyu's singing changed my opinion of her. I was far from home, a stranger in a strange land,

inevitably filled with sorrow and melancholy, often displaying an expression reminiscent of Li Yu, the last ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty. But Xiaoyu's

singing often transported me to a state of blissful oblivion. Xiaoyu loves to sing at dusk, her songs clear and melodious,

classical and spacious, blending with the breeze and the twilight, entering my heart. When she sings, she

accompanies me on the guzheng or the long flute, creating an even more extraordinary effect. Listening, I feel as if I've returned to my long-lost

hometown , to a distant past. Xiaoyu's songs wash away my worries and worldly dust.

So, every evening, unless something extraordinary happens, I like to sit quietly on the balcony

, admiring the not-so-beautiful sunset while waiting for the sound of the konghou, the sound of elephants.

To me, her voice is the most beautiful music in the world, magnetic, vibrant, and penetrating

. In the bustling southern city, in the dusty evening, her voice is like a cry from the depths of the soul,

like a clear stream flowing from a high mountain. Just as

I was immersed in her beautiful voice, suddenly, the singing stopped abruptly, as if severed by sharp glass

, and my heart sank into the air. I had a premonition that something must have happened, because

this kind of situation was unusual. I wanted to go upstairs to check, but my feet felt stuck to something. My premonition was absolutely right.

A moment later , Xiaoyu knocked on my door, her knocking urgent and frantic.

I quickly opened the door. Xiaoyu stood in front of me, her hair disheveled and wet,

as if . She had a shirt hastily wrapped around her upper body, and shorts that reached her knees. The wet clothes clung to her

body, revealing her entire figure. She was completely exposed before my eyes.

She said breathlessly, "Something terrible has happened! I was taking a shower, and the water heater broke down. The water suddenly got cold, and it seems like

the gas is leaking. Could you please come and check it out? I don't know what's wrong."

I was wearing slippers and hurriedly followed her upstairs, practically rushing into her bathroom. The heat hadn't dissipated yet,

and I smelled a strong odor of gas.

I covered my nose with my hand, my first instinct was to turn off the gas valve, and then open the bathroom window to let

the gas dissipate. I clumsily disassembled the water heater, carefully inspected it, and found a loose part inside

, which I easily tightened. The last task was to reassemble the water heater, which required Xiaoyu

's help. I stood on a stool, and Xiaoyu stood on the ground to hand me the tools. As Xiaoyu raised her hand, I looked down, and her

breasts were fully exposed to my view. My face flushed, and the tools I was holding fell to the ground. She asked

me what was wrong, and my face turned even redder. I hesitated, and she realized what was happening; her face also turned red,

even redder than mine.

At that moment, I was quite surprised that a married woman could blush; it was rare, and quite beautiful.

After we finished, we sat on the balcony drinking tea. Her posture while drinking tea was beautiful. Holding my teacup,

I could n't help but gaze at her, mesmerized. She wasn't angry at all; she just sighed softly.

It was indeed inconvenient when her husband wasn't home. After she finished speaking, she looked at me as well. Her soft sigh stirred a storm in my heart. I suddenly

realized that this place was fraught with trouble and I couldn't linger. So I made an excuse and hurriedly went downstairs.

Xiaoyu's husband was a businessman who was often away on business, sometimes not seen for a year or more. Sometimes he would appear

out of nowhere in the dormitory building, quite mysterious, and quite wealthy. Therefore, Xiaoyu had a high level of dedication to her work; she didn't

work for money, but for spiritual fulfillment, which was what fascinated me. Xiaoyu rarely

talked about her husband in front of others. If she did, it was only a few words, or a hint of resentment in her expression. I judged that there seemed to be some disharmony between her and

her husband .

However, I understood that Xiaoyu liked to sing loudly while taking a shower. Based on this, I guessed that

Xiaoyu was a woman of deep feelings and strong emotions.

From then on, whenever Xiaoyu's singing reached my ears, no matter how important what I was doing, I would

stop and sit quietly on the balcony, stroking the lush evergreen plant with one hand, listening to her music. Of course

, some vague fantasies were inevitable. But they were absolutely pure and beautiful. Summer vacation started,

students dispersed, and teachers became migratory birds flying north, leaving the entire campus deserted. At night, the scene was

almost terrifying, at least for the girls. I liked this atmosphere; it was quiet, perfect for writing,

which was why I didn't go home. Xiaoyu hadn't left either; she was waiting for her husband to return. It seemed like only

the two of us remained in the two dormitory buildings, along with some children and elderly people.

For several days, I didn't see Xiaoyu, nor did I hear her singing. She was probably quietly waiting for her husband to come home,

practicing her meditation. The weather was unusually hot; the fan and air conditioner were useless. It was hot outside and hot inside, making me irritable,

and my inspiration vanished. I sat alone at home, restless, fiddling with the TV remote, which only made my mind more

agitated. As evening approached, looking at the dim sunset, endless sorrow welled up in my heart. I truly wished that the clear,

flowing mountain streams would sound again, washing away my worries.

Xiaoyu was completely silent. Had she left? Yet, freshly washed clothes were still hanging on the balcony.

Had her husband returned? But no men's clothes were drying on the balcony. At that moment, I was incredibly observant,

not wanting to miss a single detail. As I pondered this, a fierce storm arrived. Rain, carrying

the scent of summer, pounded against the windowpanes, and the wind howled like a singer. Thankfully, the storm struck. Xiaoyu, her clothes disheveled, came out

to gather the clothes on the balcony. Though her movements were hurried, they were still graceful. This clearly told me that

Xiaoyu was home alone, giving me even more room for imagination.

The storm came quickly and went quickly; after a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, the torrential rain stopped immediately. Night.

As night approached, in the dim, half-lit night sky, I heard a piercing scream. The singing

, though desperate, possessed a poignant beauty. It was Xiaoyu's voice.

The rain had stopped, and I was just about to go for a walk. Xiaoyu, her hair disheveled, carrying several cans of beer, tears

still wet in her eyes, said as soon as she saw me, "Come on, let's go for a drink." Seeing her like this, I knew something had happened, so I followed

her to a deserted area outside the school.

Xiaoyu's eyes, like the hazy night, spoke of a thousand sorrows. She choked back sobs, "Do you know,

I waited so long at home for my husband to come home, for that wonderful reunion of husband and wife, but fate played a cruel trick on me.

What did I get? A vicious phone call from a woman, news that broke my heart."

From , I was certain something had happened between her and her husband; Xiaoyu had been deeply hurt. I wanted to comfort her,

but I felt that listening was more important than offering words of comfort.

"Today, a woman called, fiercely telling me to divorce my husband. She said he was

her man, they'd been living together for almost two years, and she was pregnant with his child.

She even warned me not to fight her for my man, or I'd face the consequences."

I then tried to comfort her, saying, "Trust is the most important thing in a marriage. Maybe some woman is jealous

and is deliberately calling to spread rumors, trying to ruin your happiness, setting a trap for

you to fall into, while she gloats. You must analyze the situation calmly and not fall into someone else's trap."

I have absolutely no experience of married life, yet I was so confidently comforting a woman married for three years.

Looking back, it seems ridiculous. But at the time, I just wanted to untangle Xiaoyu's knot and make her happy.

Xiaoyu retorted, "I've thought about that too. This isn't the first time I've received a call like this; I've received

them before, and I never took them seriously. But this time is different. I'm sure my husband is having an affair. On the phone, I

vaguely heard a man's voice that sounded a lot like my husband's. Besides, how would a woman who has no connection to me know

our home phone number? She must have a very special relationship with my husband."

Subconsciously, I didn't want Xiaoyu and her husband's relationship to be flawless. After all, I longed for our relationship

to develop further and hoped that fate would give me an opportunity. Now that the opportunity had arrived, I said, "Do

n't overthink it. Let's wait for your husband to come back and then confront him. Don't let a phone call ruin an innocent person."

To my surprise, Xiaoyu gave a soft, cold laugh: "Do you really think my relationship with my husband is that good? We were classmates

in college , but after he went into business, he changed completely. He became someone he didn't even recognize himself.

He became rude, his temperament strange; sometimes I really think he's a bit of a psychopath. I can't understand how the outside world

can make someone so bad. We only see each other a few times a year, and we should cherish these short reunions, but

every time we meet, instead of being sweet, it's painful. Maybe it's the pressure outside. Every time my husband comes back,

if anything displeases him, he resorts to violence, venting his anger on me—it's almost like torture. I understand him and can only

silently endure it. You don't know how much he hurts me. When I'm brave, I really want to leave him."

At first, I was a little skeptical. Xiaoyu and her husband looked so well-matched, their gait

so coordinated, their expressions neither overly infatuated nor estranged. No one knew that behind her beauty

lay such a tragic story. Tonight, she was the protagonist of her story, an actress in her own life, while I was merely

an audience member, a loyal one. No one could see that beneath her noble exterior lay such painful

scars . Before this, I hadn't even heard the bitter tears hidden in her clear voice,

the desolation of life concealed within.

As she spoke, Xiaoyu rolled up her sleeve and held it out to me: "Look, these are the marks left by your husband."

In the dim moonlight, I saw Xiaoyu's plump arm, white and tender like a lotus root, but sadly, several prominent

scars remained, so striking and heartbreaking. “This is just the tip of the iceberg. Evidence has been left on my legs, back, and other

hidden places.”

“I’ve never told anyone about this because, in the eyes of my colleagues and friends, we are a happy couple

with a solid foundation of love. He earns money, so who would believe he would treat me like this? Even I find it hard to believe that

my usually gentle and refined husband could lose his humanity. Where can I confide in anyone? I just swallow my tears.

I was brutally beaten at night, and the next day I had to force a smile and pretend to be happy in front of my colleagues and

students . My husband knows I won’t openly show my scars to outsiders, so he doesn’t care.

However, I’ve always believed that my charm could change him, but now it’s gotten to the point where he’s keeping a mistress. We

’re beyond saving .”

After saying this, Xiaoyu threw herself into my arms and sobbed softly. The night wind blew, bringing a chill. This sudden

change left me at a loss, my body stiff, until her emotions gradually calmed down.

Tonight, she calmly shed her "clothes"—the clothes that covered her soul, the heavy coat—and

to remove them in an instant was both incredibly difficult and incredibly heroic. Her soul, bathed in moonlight,

appeared fragile and aged, marked by the knife marks of time and the imprints of life's hardships.

After that night, Xiaoyu and I grew closer, to the point of mutual understanding and connection.

Although , it surpassed any physical contact. Because purely physical contact cannot truly

connect a man and a woman's hearts. It can even create a rift in the soul, as happened between Xiaoyu and her husband.

What kind of feeling did I have with Xiaoyu? Even I, someone who frequently writes romance novels, was confused and

bewildered . Perhaps it was what's called a soulmate; perhaps it was the popular third or fourth kind

of relationship. In the dead of night, facing a sky full of stars, I often asked myself, was our connection truly a pure

meeting ? I truly never felt any attraction—to Xiaoyu's full and alluring body.

Xiaoyu now, the wounded Xiaoyu, is a fragile flower, one I could pluck at any moment. What I fear might,

perhaps, be a form of help to her. Continuing my deeper relationship with Xiaoyu, I often feel a nameless fear, as if

danger is lurking everywhere.

And danger truly appears. I find myself infatuated with her, and I have a strong emotional protective instinct towards her.

My feelings for Xiaoyu grow increasingly intimate; we often laugh and talk freely together, even while walking...

We walked very close, sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintentionally. Several times, colleagues, seeing us so close, joked that we

looked like kindergarten children holding hands. For a long time, we often strolled together on the school's playground,

discussing topics of mutual interest. Unconsciously, we would find ourselves on a path outside the school gate,

lined with straight pond cypress trees and bordered by a rare little stream. The tranquil environment was perfect for lovers to

whisper sweet nothings. We walked in almost silence, perfectly in sync, as if a

clear stream were flowing gently between our hearts.

I would occasionally glance at her slowly walking silhouette, and an indescribable sense of

beauty would well up within me. At that moment, all words seemed pale and superfluous. I silently said to myself, "Beautiful

time, please linger, please stay for me a moment." Or perhaps I was thinking, "This path has no end, it's so

long, we'll keep walking, walking on and on. Ahead lies a forest of happiness, a beautiful meadow."

When this thought crossed my mind, a voice deep inside told me, "Danger, my brother."

On the way back, Xiaoyu would hum some beautiful melodies. Such beautiful songs, such

beautiful moonlight, the gentle accompaniment of insects in the grass—how could I not be captivated? Even though I knew

danger lurked in the calm, I couldn't suppress my feelings.

Reality told me that Xiaoyu was already married and three months pregnant; I absolutely couldn't have

any . Sometimes, Xiaoyu would launch a surprise attack, asking me questions that left me speechless. "If

a child is born without a father, wouldn't you think it's cruel?" I would pretend not to hear, giving an irrelevant

answer , and she would change to another question, "If the person you love is pregnant with another man's child, what would you

do? Would you look down on a married woman?" I could no longer pretend not to hear, so I had to spout some empty

platitudes and the philosophy of love I knew, leaving her completely confused.

I knew she seemed to be hinting at something, but I also knew that nothing could happen between us, because

I'm not the type to take advantage of others, especially in matters of the heart. When women are vulnerable, they often hope to find a temporary

emotional refuge, but when they return, they find that their original nest was so warm. When

women are hurt, the shoulder they need is only temporary, I often tell myself.

Xiaoyu's husband came home because I heard the man and woman arguing upstairs, and

the sound of things hitting the floor. Xiaoyu rushed downstairs, completely losing her usual composure. She grabbed me and anxiously

said, "Do me a favor. When my husband asks if the child in my belly is yours, you must

answer affirmatively that it is." I was immediately stunned. Suddenly having a child out of nowhere, I was so nervous that

I couldn't speak . Xiaoyu pleaded, "You have to do me this favor, please agree. As for why,

I'll tell you later." Seeing her tear-streaked face, I knew she had an unspeakable secret, and reluctantly agreed.

Immediately afterward, Xiaoyu's husband rushed downstairs like a whirlwind, broom in hand. Upon seeing him,

Xiaoyu immediately hid behind me; I could feel her body trembling slightly. "How dare you do this so brazenly!"

he said angrily.

I waved my hands and said, "Please don't misunderstand. Actually, Xiaoyu and I haven't done anything shameful.

All the neighbors can testify."

Xiaoyu said, "You're out there fooling around, seeing other women, keeping mistresses, having extramarital affairs, maybe your illegitimate child is already in

elementary school in Shenzhen. What right do you have to tell me what to do? I'm not your property. If you can do it, why

can't I?"

Her husband became even angrier, rushing forward to grab Xiaoyu, but she dodged away. He seized the opportunity to grab my

collar and said fiercely, "I'll ask you one question: is the child in her belly yours?" I hesitated

for a moment, and he became almost hysterical: "Is it or isn't it?" I retorted, "As the husband

, you should know best whose child your wife is carrying." He wouldn't let go of my collar: "You won't tell, huh?"

At this moment, neighbors came out to see what was going on. They were all from the same workplace, and I felt very embarrassed. Some colleagues also came forward

to mediate , asking what had happened. Seeing this, her husband let go, and Xiaoyu, who had been hiding behind, stepped forward,

grabbed her husband's hand, and said loudly, "What are you two arguing about? It's just that your

clothes ? We'll be more careful next time." After saying that, she forcibly dragged her husband

upstairs, and as she left, she turned back and said, "Petty, who cares about you?"

When I heard her say that, I felt like I was going to faint. My God, what a terrible woman! Just now

she said the child in her belly was mine, and in the blink of an eye, she changed her mind. I couldn't utter a word.

I told , "I saw a ghost today." Then, ignoring everyone, I slammed the dormitory door shut. I was furious,

but everyone upstairs was quiet.

Afterwards, my supervisor dragged me in and gave me a long, earnest lecture, saying that I was too young to interfere in other people

's marriages and ruin my own happiness. I was left speechless, my face bruised and swollen, not knowing where to vent my anger.

One evening, Xiaoyu came to explain to me, but seeing her, I was so angry I couldn't utter a single word. No matter

how explained, I remained silent. She understood how I felt, and she left, feeling bored. As she was leaving,

she glanced back at me, a glance that seemed to contain a thousand words, her expression resentful. I was almost moved, but

my face remained expressionless. I thought to myself: It's fake, what are you moved about? Be careful not to be fooled again.

That's when I realized I had been used by Xiaoyu. She wanted to tell her husband not to look down on her, that she still had people who loved

and cared for her; you can find women outside, and I can find men too. In this world, who's afraid of whom? I became

a card in Xiaoyu's hand, a tool she carefully used to win back her husband.

Now that Xiaoyu has succeeded, I'm naturally left out in the cold. Initially, I was furious, feeling intensely

deceived, and had an urge to confront her. But then I thought, Xiaoyu was never truly

mine; my sacrifice leading to a couple's reconciliation is a good thing. This lesson was

too profound . Life taught me not to get involved with married women, especially when they're experiencing marital

problems, and certainly not to play the hero. Ironically, Xiaoyu's husband even came to

thank me, saying that because of me he understood Xiaoyu's goodness and beauty, and from then on, he would be absolutely devoted to her.

To grow old. I could only smile bitterly, and then smile bitterly again, bitterly wishing them a loving and happy life together until they grew old. Xiaoyu's husband

even invited me to their son's one-month celebration. After that, whenever Xiaoyu saw me, her head was always down,

her eyes full of apology. I pretended to be nonchalant, but in reality, my heart was breaking, and I was filled with resentment.

Fortunately, I didn't have the chance to attend her son's one-month celebration. When she was about to give birth, Xiaoyu moved to a school in Shenzhen with her husband so that someone

could take care of her . After that, I never heard that gentle singing and

piano music again. However, when I'm lonely, I sometimes sit on the balcony, my hand unconsciously stroking

the lush evergreen beside me, waiting for the unexpected voice of my soul. Occasionally, I think about

the days I spent with Xiaoyu. That feeling was truly beautiful, I don't know why.

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