[Uncomprehending Love] (Chapter 1) Author: xb客

Author: xb客
Word Count: 3582
2008 was the peak of the real estate boom. A few friends and I opened a real estate agency, and its scale
grew rapidly amidst the real estate bubble. By 2010, our small company had nearly ten million in assets.
It was also in this year that I met my current wife, Fang Ni. I was 31 years old that year, and she was 28. She was
the sales director of a shopping mall. When I first saw her, I was somewhat stunned.
Fang Ni was tall, 172cm, and in heels, she was about the same height as me (178cm). But
women of that height are always particularly eye-catching, and coupled with Fang Ni's unique directorial aura, I
was instantly attracted to her. I remember that day I went to the coffee shop in her mall to meet a client. She was wearing
a business suit, having afternoon tea alone. Her pristine white OL uniform accentuated her stunning figure: a
long neck, full breasts, and a pair of slender legs in sheer flesh-colored stockings swaying slightly beneath her slender waist.
As someone with many suitors, it was easy for me to find out her identity. It took me nearly half a year
to win her over, and after a year of dating, we got married with our parents' blessings. Like most
couples, I asked her why she chose me, since she had quite a few wealthy suitors at the time. She told me
it was because she liked "marrying someone of equal social standing." We both came from ordinary working-class families and had worked hard for many years
to get where we are today. She wanted to find someone with similar values and experiences so we could have a common language
and go the distance.
To be honest, I quite believed this. I could never like a girl who blindly pursues money, and a
naive girl who claims to not care about material things and only believe in love isn't my type either. Years of social experience have taught
me that you must find someone with shared values for a marriage to last. I understand her views on love,
and I believe we can go the distance.
Indeed, that was the case. For several years after our marriage, we were inseparable, without experiencing the typical "seven-year itch
." Our child was born smoothly two years after our wedding. I felt my life was truly blissful and happy. However,
life is never smooth sailing. An unexpected event shattered our family,
and our love also diverged. I found that I could no longer understand her views on love, her perspective on relationships.
The birth of our child made me work even harder. Work-related social engagements were inevitable, but I always
adhered to the principle of not drinking and driving, because I knew my wife and child were waiting for me at home,
so nothing bad had ever happened.
One day in June, after meeting with a client, a sudden downpour began. After leaving the hotel,
I called a designated driver, but in this weather, the drivers I usually contacted were either not accepting fares or already booked
. After contacting several more, the effects of the alcohol kicked in, and the thought that there wouldn't be any police on the road in such heavy rain crossed my mind.
Drunk, I drove my car out of the parking lot.
Things always seem to happen when you're taking a chance. While passing a well-known building materials market in the city,
I lost control of my speed and hit and killed a mover who was on his way home from work. The moment after the accident, my drunkenness
vanished, and my instinctive thought was to flee. But reason told me this was a heavily monitored area;
I couldn't escape the consequences, and besides, there were other movers with him; they were already
calling the police.
The outcome was worse than I imagined. The mover died on the spot, and I was detained
awaiting trial. I asked a few friends with connections to help me, and my wife
was also contacted by the police as a family member.
In the detention center, I saw my strong-willed wife cry for the first time over something so distressing. I felt incredibly guilty,
unsure how to make up for the harm my negligence had caused her and our daughter. Thankfully, after crying for a while
, my wife calmed down and quickly called her friends to help me downplay the situation.
Finally, my friend and I reached a common conclusion: this matter could be a big deal or a small deal. The most important issue
was to appease the deceased's family. If we settled privately and the family stopped causing trouble
, we could get me out in six months by spending some money. Otherwise, I would face at least five to ten years in prison.
I had heard from friends who had visited me before that the porter had no wife or children, and his only direct blood relative was his
elderly father, who was around sixty years old. However, this old man had a terrible temper. Whenever my friend tried to negotiate a private settlement, the old man
would kick him out, saying things like he would make sure I had no descendants and that he would make me rot in jail. My wife
was very worried after learning about this. After years of supporting each other, she couldn't bear to see me rot in jail, especially since
the children couldn't grow up without their father. In the end, my wife decided to go and talk to him herself.
Perhaps it's because beautiful women are more efficient, but surprisingly, the old man didn't kick my wife out. Instead, he kept
complaining to her. He said he had a miserable life, losing his wife at thirty, and now, in his old age, his son had been killed in a car accident. He went on and on
about his tragic fate, and the once perfectly healthy old man ended up crying like a weeping old woman.
Even his usually stubborn wife felt some sympathy for the old man's plight and hesitated to suggest he stop pursuing the matter. Their
conversation then turned to how the old man could enjoy his later years after his son's death.
His wife advised him to go to a nursing home, but he refused, saying it was for elderly people who couldn't care for themselves
. Seeing that the old man was alone and helpless, his wife suggested
he come live with them, and she would take care of him. The old man initially disagreed, saying he didn't want to live with
the man who killed his son. His wife said that if he really couldn't adapt, he could move out, and she would still take care of him
. Perhaps moved by his wife's sincerity, the two finally reached an agreement: his wife would take care of
the old man in his later years, and the old man would no longer cause trouble at the government offices.
His wife was very satisfied with the outcome of the negotiation and rushed over to tell me the good news. At first, I was also happy, but
after looking at my wife, my happiness faded.
When she arrived, I noticed she had a new hairstyle, a faded, one-shoulder, slightly wavy perm, specially chosen for the negotiation.
Her hair was styled in a delicate way, and she even wore light makeup. She was wearing her usual Armani
dark blue business suit, the fine fabric highlighting her firm breasts, the tight skirt accentuating her round, shapely arms,
and the long, full legs encased in glossy gray stockings. The cropped stilettos allowed her to stand out effortlessly in a crowd
. This outfit perfectly accentuated her post-pregnancy figure and youthful charm. This attire had always been
advantageous in business negotiations; dealing with an old man was a waste of her talent.
"You went to see that old man dressed like this?" Having been locked up for almost a week, seeing my wife's outfit caused
a sudden throbbing pain in my lower body, and I also had a strange feeling about the outcome of the negotiation.
"What's wrong? Isn't this what I usually wear for business meetings?" My wife looked down and didn't see
anything wrong with it.
"Damn, of course you can dress like this for work, it's a job requirement, and most office workers are used
to it. But dressing like this to meet some uncultured old man is a different story. You'd be lucky if that
uniform temptation didn't lead you to your 'death by a thread.' Of course, I could never
bring myself to say that about my primal, male thoughts.
" "Today's matter was very important to you, honey. I even got a new hairstyle because I was worried about the outcome
. See, it's all resolved smoothly now," my wife said, smoothing her hair over her shoulder. The gloom of the past few days had finally dissipated
, and my wife finally showed her first smile in a long time. "I'm sorry, honey, I've dragged you into this," I said, 　　feeling both touched and guilty
after hearing how much effort my wife had put into my situation . 　　"Alright, honey, I have to go. I need to pick up Uncle Luo (the old man's surname is Luo) tomorrow, and I also need to go back 　　and pack Liu Liu's (my daughter's nickname) things to take to Mom's." My wife got up to say goodbye. 　　The matter was finally resolved, and I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, only to realize a crucial problem: my beautiful 　　wife was about to live with a nearly sixty-year-old decrepit man! 　　Another layer of gloom settled over me. 　　—————————————————————— Separator ———————————————————————————— 　　Previously, Liu Liu had always been cared for by her mother. After my accident, to avoid both sets of parents 　　worrying about me, my wife found an excuse the next day to send Liu Liu and her mother back to their hometown. Now 　　that my wife has brought Uncle Luo home to take care of her, it's truly a case of a lone man and woman living together. Although Lao Luo is old enough to be his wife's 　　father, his manly intuition still sensed a crisis. 　　Unfortunately, there's still almost a week until the trial, and even if Lao Luo doesn't pursue the matter, 　　I could still spend half a year in jail after the verdict. I can't imagine what might happen in those six months 　　. 　　After years together, I have great confidence in my wife's character, but I also have equal confidence in her charm. 　　Over the years, I've seen countless women, and my wife is definitely in the top 　　three of all the beautiful women I've ever met. Our sex life has never stopped throughout our marriage; even when she was pregnant 　　, I would still try it until she helped me ejaculate. I don't believe a naive old man like me can 　　resist my wife's charm. 　　I'm convinced he had this idea the moment my wife asked him to stay at our place. 　　I can't just sit here and wait; I have to do something. But even if I try to persuade my wife to give up on letting Lao Luo move 　　in, it's too late. Even if she understands my intuition, and even if she believes Lao Luo has 　　ulterior motives, given her stubborn nature, she won't back down from her decision to let the old man stay. 　　I suddenly remembered that my wife always liked to write about her feelings or little things that happened in her life on her blog 　　. When I was pursuing her, I would visit it almost every day. Back then, to understand her preferences more deeply 　　, I even spent a lot of money to have a friend design a hacking software that allowed me to see 　　her private messages that were only visible to me. 　　I was shocked when I saw these messages, because my wife 　　would even briefly describe her menstrual cycle in her private messages. This allowed me to send timely messages of concern, and my pursuit of my wife 　　progressed rapidly, putting me ahead of the other suitors. 　　Even after marriage, I never revealed these privacy violations to my wife; I simply refrained from looking at 　　those private messages. But now, during this critical period, I have to resort to such methods again for safety. 　　I used a friend who's a policeman's connections to get me a solitary cell and allow me to 　　use my phone for an hour or two online each day to stay informed about what's happening outside.

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