[Misaligned Series - Part 1: Uncontrolled Family Affection]

(Part 1)
I opened my eyes. The room was bathed in a soft, pale orange light, yet it still felt incredibly bright. I 　　quickly

closed my eyes again. Sensation returned to my body, which felt weak and exhausted,

as if I had just recovered from a serious illness. I didn't know what was wrong. I tried to move my body on the bed, and a clear buzzing sound rang out. "Is that the alarm?" I wondered. Someone rushed in, and through the blur, I saw Juan's face. "Why is Juan's long hair, which used to be tied up, now a short bob?" I wondered. Suddenly, a . "Dad, you're awake?!" 　　"Dad?" My head spun, and I drifted back to sleep. I vaguely heard voices and woke up , desperately searching my hazy memories. My heart tightened. "That kind and lovely face...that's my beloved wife, Juan. Why is she calling me Dad? Did I have a car accident and lose my memory?" I tried hard to recall what terrible thing had happened. 　　　　　　　　　　　Slowly , I remembered some things. 　　I didn't have amnesia; I had a terminal illness—myasthenia gravis. My entire body seemed to be gradually losing control of my thoughts! 　　That's right, because of this terminal illness, at only thirty-five years old, I had entered the countdown to my death prematurely. 　　"Should I just sit here and wait to die? Become a useless burden, needing to be cared for, barely clinging to life? Or end my life early?" I asked myself. 　　"Is there a third way?" 　　Since learning I had myasthenia gravis, I had consulted numerous resources and traveled overseas to seek out renowned experts. I learned that current medical technology couldn't allow patients in this stage of the disease to survive more than two years. I began preparing a third way out: I devised an extremely crazy yet audacious self- redemption plan—CGP (Control Hands Plan), meaning the plan to control the hand of God. 　　The core of CGP is joining the Alcor Life Extension Foundation to participate in a human cryopreservation project , hoping that future medical advancements will solve this pathological problem and allow for a new lease on life. While the plan seems ambitious, it's not entirely absurd. 　　Currently, the Alcor Life Extension Foundation, the largest and most authoritative institution for human cryopreservation research, has successfully conducted experiments on animals, particularly monkeys, demonstrating a 70% survival rate. 　　However, due to legal and humanitarian constraints, live human trials may be resolved within twenty years. Furthermore, Dr. Scrant, a leading expert in this field in Country A , has published his latest research in a scientific journal, further clarifying this point. This research data is sufficient to support the implementation of CGP; the remaining questions are my confidence and the maximum load my body can withstand. 　　Unlike other Alcor Life Extension Foundation members who wait for natural death before cryopreservation 　　, I chose to undergo cryopreservation while my life was normal and in optimal condition. After negotiating the terms with the foundation's relevant personnel and signing the relevant agreement, promising to take full responsibility for any life-threatening dangers that might occur, the foundation finally agreed to my special request. 　　To ensure the smooth execution of this plan, I instilled this "fight to the death" mentality simultaneously supplementing my nutrition, exercising, and making detailed preparations for the aftermath, down to purchasing stocks and securities for future survival. With everything prepared, before my condition reached its final, completely deteriorated stage, and while my body's functions were still relatively intact, I began the final work: the next day, I was to fly to country A for the final procedure—frozen my body. 　　Despite the extensive preparation I had done beforehand, as the date approached, my wife was constantly in tears, as if the end of the world was upon us. That evening, I declined the farewell gifts from relatives and friends who had come to see me off, deciding instead to share a final dinner with my wife and children. 　　The dinner was sumptuous and exquisite, featuring traditional Chinese dishes and pure, sweet champagne. My six-year-old daughter danced and laughed with joy as the three of us sat around the table, lit red candles, and turned off the wall lamps. The flickering candlelight illuminated the restaurant, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere. However, a faint melancholy still lingered in the air. 　　Yes, tomorrow I would be saying goodbye to my wife and children; what the future held, only God knew. 　　After dinner, as usual, my wife went to take a shower first. Hearing the rushing water from the bathroom, a thought stirred within me. I picked up my daughter and carried her to the bathroom. 　　"Nannan, how about taking a bath with Daddy tonight?" 　　"Yes! Daddy, I want to ride a horse in the water!" My daughter's face lit up with a joyful smile. 　　Entering the bathroom, my wife, who was usually shy about bathing with me, was surprisingly silent this time, staring at me with her large, dark eyes. The spacious, custom-made bathtub was filled with water. My wife's hair was tied up, and her entire body was submerged , only her head above the water. I took off my daughter's clothes, carried her into the tub, then took off my own and jumped in after her. 　　The water overflowed the tub, the three of us crammed into the small space, filling it completely. My wife and I lay side-by-side in the water, our daughter straddling my waist with her legs spread, playfully splashing the water with her delicate little hands. The splashing sound mingled with her sweet, childlike voice. I turned to face my wife; her breasts swayed in the water. I reached out and gently grasped one, kneading it lightly. A blush crept onto her cheek. 　　My wife is very sensitive; even the slightest touch or teasing arouses her. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night, aroused , and turn her to her side, spreading her legs so I could penetrate her from the side. Her vaginal canal was lubricated and comfortable, as if it were always ready for my arrival. My wife also has the personality of a petite, shy young girl. Even after seven years of marriage, she is still shy about showing me her shapely body outside the bedroom. 　　That shy, girlish mentality, that coy resistance, is what has always attracted me most over the years. That's why our relationship has always been good, and we've never experienced the so-called seven-year itch. 　　"Stop it, Nannan's here!" My wife pushed my hand away. 　　Nannan looks just like my wife, with an oval face, a straight nose, long eyelashes, and big eyes. She's quite young.

Then a beautiful woman appeared. Nan Nan's hands playfully splashed in the water, her ear-length hair sticking messily to her face,

giggling happily to herself.
My hand climbed up my wife's breasts again, kneading the tips of her nipples until they swelled and stood erect. My wife couldn't stand it

, her legs involuntarily crossing and sliding back and forth.
Due to mood and being busy with preparations for our plans, we hadn't been intimate for a week. Tonight

, a little teasing seemed to have aroused my wife's desire.
My legs rubbed back and forth against the outside of my wife's smooth thighs, my lower body involuntarily hardening,

moving back and forth in the water like an oar. The splashes of water from Nan Nan's splashing hit my wife's face, and she reached out to block them. Nan Nan cried out

and laughed, twisting her body and sliding backward. I quickly put my hands on Nan Nan's back and pulled her forward.
Just now, Nan Nan's little bottom had touched my erect penis.
I picked up Nan Nan and made her stand on my chest. Nan Nan laughed and shuffled her little feet back and forth in front of my chest. I

supported her with my hands under her ribs to keep her balanced. After a few steps, Nan Nan shouted that she wanted to ride on a horse.
I coaxed her, "You already rode, now it's time for a shower!"
"No, no! Mommy, Daddy cheated!" Nan Nan shouted in her childish voice.
"This little thing, she knows how to tattle at such a young age," I thought. Helpless, I turned around and climbed into the tub,

letting Nan Nan ride on my back and move back and forth.
My wife didn't move, but her eyes were fixed on Nan Nan, as if afraid she would slip into the water. The tub was small, so I moved back and forth in

small movements, moving in front of my wife, watching through the swaying water as her

breasts slid from her neck down into the water.
Two large, white mounds of flesh swayed back and forth in the water, the two bright red tips seeming particularly eye-catching.
I took a deep breath, submerged my head, and precisely captured a rosy nipple in my mouth, gently

biting it before opening my mouth wide to suckle large chunks of her breast. I could

faintly hear Nan Nan's "Giddy up, giddy up" calls and my wife's soft gasps.
My half-erect penis suddenly stood erect!
My wife's body trembled slightly, and then I felt her grab my hair and pull it up.
Having almost run out of breath, I kissed my way up her breasts, emerging from the water. Before me was

a face flushed red, her crescent-shaped eyes gleaming with desire. I turned away from my wife, casually

touching between her legs, my erect penis tracing its way down her thighs, moving back and forth across her chest and abdomen.
Suddenly, my penis tightened, gripped tightly by a small hand.
It seemed my wife couldn't take it anymore. The way
my penis was held, sometimes loose, sometimes firm, felt incredibly pleasurable. My desire grew stronger, and unable

to , I said to Nan Nan, "Nan Nan, Daddy's tired, let's rest for a while."
I lay down, and Nan Nan got off looking unhappy. I turned around and lay on my back, holding my sweet daughter as if she were

straddling my chest, saying, "Let Mommy and Nan Nan row together."
Nan Nan cheered up again, shouting, "Mommy, row!"
I gestured to my wife, who understood, but with a displeased look, slowly turned around behind Nan Nan.
I felt a small hand grasp my erect penis, and then the glans touched a soft spot and sank in.
My wife straddled me, and my penis penetrated deep into her vagina. I involuntarily thrust up and down. A wave of pleasure

spread throughout my body from bottom to top. Nan Nan's small body crawled on my chest and abdomen, her soft little bottom pressing against my wife's

abdomen , her arms and legs constantly swaying and splashing the water.
"Mommy row, Mommy row," Nan Nan called out.
My wife also splashed the water back and forth with her hands, her body trembling with the small movements.
My penis went in and out of her vagina. The stimulation was too intense; after only a few thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my body

trembled as I ejaculated.
I relaxed my body, and my tense mind. Suddenly, a wave of sorrow washed over me. After tonight, I

wouldn't see my wife and children again; this farewell might be forever. I wiped my face, denying

the tears welling up.
After putting my daughter to sleep, we went back to the bedroom and did it again. I used the normal top-bottom position, employing the most stimulating

methods for my wife, sucking on her earlobe, biting her nipples, and pressing her clitoris as I thrust in and out, giving her

a thoroughly enjoyable orgasm. We wiped the sweat from each other's bodies, only to find that both of us were in tears.
My wife's soft sobs momentarily shook my resolve to carry out my plan.
I thought bitterly, "To hell with the future, wouldn't it be better to share these last two years with my wife like this,

and leave this world without regrets?"
The next day, my wife, children, relatives, and friends saw me off at the airport; the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy. My father wept uncontrollably, my wife, wearing

large sunglasses, remained silent, her dark circles from crying still lingering. Only our unsuspecting daughter, Nan Nan,

cheerfully called out, "Goodbye, Dad!" to say goodbye. I boarded a plane with my lawyer.
"Rather than sending them to Country A to prolong the pain of separation and death, it's better to end it here and lessen their suffering,"

this was my reason for resolutely preventing them from following me to Country A.

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The memories are so vivid; the events of the night before my departure seem like they just happened yesterday. I glanced at

the digital clock on the wall.
October 1st, 2028—twenty years have passed!
Looking at the woman before me, or rather, the young woman, I felt as if I were in a different world.
Short, ear-length hair, a smooth, fair face, familiar, deep, dark, bright eyes, slightly

upturned, rosy lips, and that anxious, urgent expression. Wasn't this Juan when we first got married?

Is it still my daughter, now grown up?
Lü Dongbin's eighty-year dream of the Yellow Millet has allowed him to experience the full spectrum of human life, while my twenty-year dream of Nanke has passed in

the blink of an eye, leaving no trace. The eternal youth that so many emperors and generals dreamed of, I

've achieved —but what's the point of spending twenty years in a void, devoid of thought?
"I think, therefore I am"—without thought, do I still exist?
Twenty years isn't a long time, but it has indeed brought about

a dramatic . My petite and charming wife has become a slightly plump middle-aged woman; twenty years of

hardship in keeping the house empty have brought streaks of gray to her hair. My innocent and lovely daughter has also blossomed into a beautiful young woman,

graceful and elegant , looking almost exactly like my wife from back then.
The rapid advancements in science and technology seem beyond anyone's comprehension. Who could have imagined that

such a dramatic transformation would occur in just twenty years? Aircraft are gradually becoming commonplace in civilian use, threatening to replace automobiles;

robots are no longer confined to high-tech fields like the military, but are entering ordinary

households ; and genetic engineering research has overcome numerous obstacles previously considered incurable diseases, making longevity a

possibility.
The significance of the CGP program is evident here. Among those who

underwent , the survival rate during the awakening and treatment process was less than 5%. I became an

exception, remaining stable from the beginning until fully recovered six months later, without any abnormal changes in my body.
My six-month isolation and recuperation were finally complete, and I could finally go home. The uproar surrounding my being the subject of

this shocking the world, had finally subsided, and I could resume

my peaceful life undisturbed by the outside world.
Over the past six months, I've diligently sought information and adapted to the new changes. The twenty-year gap seems to

have significantly altered both thought and language communication. Twenty years have passed. My parents and relatives have

aged one after another while I slept, but I seem to have retained my youth, unchanged.
I can adapt to changes in culture, thought, and lifestyle, but how am I supposed to adapt to the two lively people in front of me, my wife Juan and

daughter Nannan? (

End of Part 1)

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