【Taming the Wife (Dad on Top, Wife on Bottom)】(03) 【Author: AKB4949】

Author: abb4949
Word Count: 12076

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(III) When

I woke up in the early morning, my wife wasn't lying beside me.

At eight o'clock, my father hadn't returned from his morning exercise. I walked sleepily to the living room. My wife was standing on the balcony, her back
to me. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating her beautiful body.

Another beautiful day.

I couldn't see my wife's face clearly. She seemed to be thinking about something, wearing a sexy black corset with red
straps connecting to stockings, revealing a pair of half-covered breasts and a smooth, alluring buttocks.

Even indoors, she was wearing twelve-centimeter red stilettos. I knew this was my father
's hobby, or rather, his obsession. He believed stockings and high heels were the hallmarks of city women, and my wife had naturally
absorbed this preference into every cell of her brain.

The living room was somewhat cluttered. She leaned against the mahogany dining table, gazing into the distance through the gap in the curtains, wondering
who might be watching this erotic scene from that distance.

If it weren't for the busy morning and so much to do, I would have definitely
unleashed my desire, rekindled by her beautiful outfit, on her indescribable body once more.

After having breakfast prepared by my wife early in the morning, I returned to the office and threw myself back into work. After all, my wife
's expenses have always been high. Even after my father tamed her, I
still spared no expense on her skin and figure maintenance. As for various dresses and shoes, my father never interfered. My conservative
father always criticized my wife for being wasteful, but we agreed on the one thing: that women should be dressed up beautifully
.

At ten o'clock in the morning, my boss called the board meeting and publicly praised my achievements at the annual summary meeting, which made me
feel very honored. Without the worries of family troubles this year, I have become increasingly successful at work.

My wife should be busy doing housework at home at this time. At least now, I am not the only one contributing to the family
. This made me cherish my family for the first time. After my father finished his Tai Chi practice and returned home from the park
, he should be leisurely reading the newspaper or watching TV,
or perhaps nestled in the arms of his young and beautiful daughter-in-law. This is, of course, the retirement life he deserves. Having endured hardship
and pain since childhood, supporting the entire family, and carrying heavy responsibilities all the way to where he is today, my father deserves to enjoy his retirement. I feel somewhat ashamed to admit that whenever I encounter difficulties or oppression, it is always
my father who stands up for me. Even this marital crisis was ultimately overcome thanks to him. I owe him
so much.

No one could have imagined that my father, this short, stout, stubborn old man from the countryside, could conquer a

young, beautiful actress who grew up in the city. They are so mismatched—in appearance, age,
background , and even the taboo of their generational relationship—yet now they are so compatible, especially since one has latent
sadistic tendencies, and the other possesses masochistic tendencies. In the gray areas of contemporary relationships, isn't this
precisely what is known as SM?

Sitting in my office, I couldn't help but imagine
the scene of .

My father, wearing pajamas, rested his elbows on the window frame, leaning out the window
to look down at the bustling streets of Beijing from the twelfth floor.

He appeared calm and composed, but from the age spots appearing on his face, one could vaguely discern his
current pleasure.

On the inner side of the balcony, hidden by a brick wall, my father was naked, his pajama bottoms loose and
hanging the floor at his ankles. A tall, young woman, wearing black stockings and sexy lingerie, leaned against the wall,
her legs spread apart in light blue skinny jeans, sitting on the floor. Her smooth, bare skin pressed against the cold
tiles, her slightly curled, long, golden hair swept to one side, revealing half of her fair and beautiful face, her large, watery
eyes open, her long eyelashes fluttering.

The young beauty, her cheeks flushed, opened her delicate lips to welcome
the piston-like thrusting of the old man's thick penis into her mouth. She was my former shrewish wife, now a virtuous and gentle actress.

My father's slightly bloated beer belly made the space for my wife's head seem even smaller, yet she stretched out her arms
to embrace my father's buttocks, trying her best to accommodate his penis as it penetrated deeper into her mouth.
A puddle was left on the floor, and it was spreading, a
mixture of her overflowing vaginal fluid and the saliva my father had drooled while penetrating her mouth.

The old man's composure was admirable. Anyone else, faced with such a beautiful woman with broad shoulders, a slender waist, and long legs,
would have long since lost control and wanted to thrust their penis hard into their wife's honey pot for a stormy sexual
symphony. But my father remained unmoved, calmly accepting the baptism of his wife's gentle mouth.

It's no wonder the old man could subdue such a young and beautiful woman like his wife. Being older,
he couldn't compete with his daughter-in-law, who was almost forty years younger than him. So, he had to take it slow, waiting until his wife's
desire was fully aroused before reaching the peak of their lovemaking together.

But not long after, the old man's poker face could no longer remain composed. His
wife had moved behind him, kneeling on the floor. Her tongue, which had been tasting his penis and testicles,
now explored another excretory organ: his anus.

She forcefully spread his buttocks, repeatedly inserting her head inside, until half her face was
buried in his anus. She licked his anus with her pink tongue,
swirling it over his dark, large flesh, occasionally covering it with her red lips, gently kissing and sucking. Her straight nose was completely
embedded in his buttocks, the tip of her nose touching his anus.

The father stood there, eyes closed, brows furrowed, trembling as if tickled.
His upper body arched with each lick from his wife; it was clear he was very itchy, very comfortable, and very stimulated.
Nothing was more exciting than a young, beautiful woman licking one's genitals. Even though it had been carefully cleaned
beforehand , it was still the dirtiest part of his body,
a symbol of the most thorough and complete conquest of his humanity.

"Ah..." the father felt immense pleasure and excitement. "It's in...it's in..." he
murmured. His wife's tongue had shifted from covering the entire surface of his tongue to directly penetrating his...
The sight of the old man's anus immediately brought even stronger stimulation, both directly physiologically and indirectly
psychologically.

The wife seemed to be obsessed with the old man's asshole; from the side, her front half of her face was hysterically
buried between her father's buttocks, frantically sucking on the aged anus. The woman's mouth and the man's anus
were inseparable, like trees and vines, naturally intertwined. Saliva flowed and spread wantonly from between the father's thighs and the corners of
the wife 's mouth, filled with filthy lewdness.

The father, as if possessed, put his hands behind his back and
pressed his wife's head firmly towards him, just as she had when she gave him deep throat from the front. This act of licking the anus, similar to oral sex,
lasted for about half a minute, until the wife, submerged between the father's thighs, felt increasingly unable to breathe.

The father released his hands, but the wife's delicate face, slightly tearful, showed no pain, only
excitement and lewdness.

The wife helped the old man completely remove his loose pajama pants, then lay down on the floor with her legs spread,
gesturing for him to come closer. The father understood, straddling his wife's body with one leg, his buttocks hovering directly
above her head as he sat down.

His anus, covered in indigo hair, was right in front of his wife's face, and she immediately extended her small tongue to welcome the pressure of his
anus . The father leaned down, skillfully unbuckled his wife's belt, and pulled her jeans
down a little, revealing her sexy, thin black silk panties. He then caressed her through the fabric with his rough,
calloused hands.

At this moment, the father and wife adopted a 69 position. The father knelt on top, while the wife lay on her back below.
She raised her hands and wrapped them around the father's thick waist, embracing his lower body. Her upper body
was slightly raised, and half of her face buried between the father's legs. Like a parched land receiving rain, she tasted the father's dirty anus and scrotum like a
lowly bitch licking water, displaying her ecstatic state.

The father's hands skillfully and roughly stimulated the wife's clitoris through her underwear. She writhed, expressing
her pleasure. After a while, perhaps because her neck was a little sore, the wife released her hands, took off her jeans, and lay flat on the floor
again . The father moved his waist and shifted his body behind him, his hard penis dangling
below the wife's cherry-like mouth. The wife stuck out her tongue and even tilted her head back, trying to swallow the father's penis into
her mouth.

It's no wonder they were a perfectly matched, intuitive sexual couple. With his first deep thrust, the father's thick
penis slid smoothly and straight into his wife's red lips.

His wife's expression was relaxed, while his movements were fierce. Each thrust was decisive and
swift ; judging from the sounds coming from his wife's throat, the head of his penis touched the depths of her throat each time, possibly even
reaching her esophagus. Tears welled in her eyes, and her makeup was smudged—the
result of gagging from the deep throating. If it weren't for the young beauty beneath him, the father might have thought he was practicing crawling

in the army . He intentionally slowed down, using a nine-shallow-one-deep technique, much like vaginal penetration. His daughter-in-law's lips lost their primary function of communication, becoming merely a tool for relieving his penis during sex. Under the father's expert deep throating assault, his wife's lips drooled, her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed, and her long hair flew wildly. The father quickened his pace, as if trying to shove his scrotum into his wife's mouth as well. His bulging beer belly slammed against her delicate features. Her forehead was brimming with sweat, her breath coming in short gasps. Her throat was being pounded by the head of his penis, and her soft moans were indistinct yet continuous. "Ah... I can't take it anymore... Ah, I'm going to cum..." The father, usually so taciturn, was finally about to reach the peak of pleasure. His movements became faster and faster, and the force of his thrusts reached its maximum, until a tingling sensation ran down his spine and his whole body trembled . He let out a low growl: "Ah!" His thick semen, like a thousand seeds, sprayed into his beautiful daughter-in-law's throat, once, twice, three times... The convulsions on his thick buttocks and thighs trembled repeatedly for a dozen or twenty times before slowly returning to calm. As the old man ejaculated for the last time, his penis shoved forcefully into his wife's mouth, until his dark scrotum pressed against her lower lip. The pubic hair on his penis even got into her nasal cavity, causing her to grimace with tears in her eyes. Her beautiful, pitiful eyes rolled back, as if she were being . Even if it was to punish his beautiful but wicked wife for his son, this seemed excessive. This time, the father showed no mercy, tormenting his beautiful daughter-in-law to the point of near death. But at the moment of her father's ejaculation, the wife showed no panic, not even a conditioned reflex of pulling away . She simply held his penis tightly in her mouth. Only after ejaculating into his daughter-in-law's throat did the father pull his penis out of her mouth. The wife coughed incessantly , as if there was thick phlegm in her throat. She finally managed to swallow the yellowish semen in her mouth, panting heavily. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." The wife rolled her eyes back, her nostrils flaring with breath. Her father's thick penis was shoved down her throat, blocking her trachea, making her roll her eyes so hard she almost fainted. It took her a long time to recover. "Dad, you're really something! I'm a girl, don't you know how to be considerate?" the wife complained, panting . The father got up and sat down on the nearest sofa, saying calmly, "You said you'd let me do it the same as ." "Dad, that's fucking! Can you really do the same thing with your mouth?" The wife also got up, sunlight shining on her smooth, delicate skin, making it as white as porcelain. The father turned on the TV remote, waving his hand to indicate he understood. "You're really honest, you only do mouth stuff when I tell you to." The wife pulled out some tissues to wipe the floor, which was soaked with a mixture of water and liquid, and licked the remaining liquid from the corner of her mouth. The wife pulled out a few more tissues to wipe the marks off her body. Her cherry-red lips were still as alluring as ever, and there was no trace of dirt on her face or body. Seeing this, no one would believe that this sucked out the semen of the elderly man in front of her and swallowed it.

"Dad, you haven't fucked me for over two weeks, I miss you so much..." The wife sat down next to her father, wrapping her arms around
his right arm, her breasts brushing against the rough skin of his hand. "My little pussy
is so hungry for your big cock."

"Anyway, not today. I'm not like you young people, I don't recover quickly." The father's attitude softened
.

"Then how about we go out next time? Dad, I really want to do it outdoors, it's so exciting..."

"Didn't we go to the park?" "

That's different. It's about that feeling of nature, with the sky as our blanket and the earth as our mat." "

No, you're still Dawei's wife. Your main responsibility is still to center around Dawei."

"Oh, Dad, Dawei said he'll be with you whenever I want from now on."

"He really said that?"

"Yes, why would I lie to you? Besides, being filial to my father-in-law is what Dawei wants too, isn't it?" The wife
actually started to act coquettishly in front of her father. You know, she used to be that strong, arrogant, and cold goddess in front of me
.

"We'll see." The father was clearly unable to resist
the temptation of a thrilling outdoor encounter with a young and beautiful woman like his wife.

"Great!" The wife's excitement and anticipation were obvious.

"You haven't had your fill yet, have you? There's a dildo in the second drawer of my desk in my room. Go back
to and take care of it yourself."

"Hey, Dad, why did you put it in your room? I always keep it in the bathroom." Along with the wife's
complaints came the rapid sound of her high heels on the floor, clearly she was eager to find something to
satisfy her genitals and inner desires.

"Dad, what's this?" The wife's face couldn't hide her surprise, holding an exquisite
jewelry box in her hand.

"This must be very expensive." The wife excitedly opened the box and put on the Tiffany diamond pendant necklace
.

"Not expensive, Dad has money."

"Do I look good?" The wife posed seductively in front of her father with the pendant on.

"You look good, Xin Xin, of course you look good." The father, who was not good with words, still had a cold demeanor, but he had actually
learned to use sweet words under his wife's initiative.

"Dad, I love you to death!" My wife took a long stride to her father, followed by a deep, passionate kiss
from behind .

I finally understood why my father could so completely control his young and beautiful wife. A big stick
needs carrot; the big stick, of course, is my father's large penis, and the carrot is material
rewards. Women's love of beauty is innate, especially for a vain woman like my wife who had been in the entertainment industry.
I had out her mind.

My father responded to the young beauty's passionate kiss with his tongue. A necklace worth 20,000 yuan became the lubricant that
enhanced their relationship. I had only known how to provide my wife with material satisfaction, without
any means to control her, which only made her more greedy, yet I still couldn't obtain her heartfelt love.

Their kissing scene didn't end there. My wife lay on her side on my father's lap, her long arms encircling
his neck. My father supported her smooth, delicate back with one hand, and with the other, he lifted her long legs, which were covered in black
stockings .

The wife turned and lay on top of her father. His calloused, rough hand delivered a crisp slap to her
buttocks .

"Ah!" she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Slap! Slap!" The father slapped her buttocks twice more.

"Dad!" Her voice was seductive, a plea that seemed both pleading and bewitching.

"Will you bully Dawei again?" the father asked, slapping her buttocks again.

"No! You said I can't bully him, I definitely won't!" The father's handprints were already
visible .

"I know you wouldn't dare!" the father said, slapping her again.

"Dad!" The wife clearly enjoyed it; her masochistic tendencies and her father's sadism were perfectly aligned
.

"Alright, here's your reward." The father picked up the dildo his wife had taken from the room and placed on the coffee table,
rubbing it against her vulva.

"Dad, use your hand, it feels better," the wife pleaded, her voice filled with lust.

Hearing his daughter-in-law's expectant voice, the father put down the dildo and roughly inserted his
middle finger into his wife's vagina. Soon, the entire finger was almost completely swallowed by her lower body.

"Ah!" His wife writhed as if electrocuted.

The father then inserted his right index finger as well, clearly
very familiar with his wife's sensitive G-spot.

"Dad, so amazing! So comfortable!" His wife sincerely praised her father's skill, which she had somehow learned.

The father pressed his left hand firmly against his wife's beautiful back, holding her body in place so that her trembling body wouldn't
fall off his lap, while his right hand increased the speed of its movements inside her.

A few minutes later, his wife actually orgasmed.

The sofa cover was soaked with his wife's secretions, and the floor, the coffee table, and even
his father's pajamas were all covered with traces of his wife's orgasm.

"What a dirty woman." The father withdrew his finger and wiped the water off his wife's underwear.

"Dad, stop torturing her, use a dildo to fuck her!"

As the dildo entered my wife's vagina, the erotic scene reached a new climax.

I began to suspect that perhaps my father was the most suitable man for my wife. Despite
the huge differences in age, appearance, and even height, they were a perfect match in sex and in spirit. One was a dominant,
the other a submissive. If it weren't for the taboo of being father-in-law and daughter-in-law, they would be a perfect couple.

I only loved my wife's beautiful face and never entered her heart.

"Manager, Manager! Can you sign this?"

I woke up from my daze. It was just a dream, an afternoon erotic dream.

"Okay." I signed the document and waved for my subordinate to leave. The large single office was once again left with
only me.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water, trying to clear my head, but the scene and image of my father and wife
making love kept haunting me. Strangely, I didn't feel any discomfort; instead, I felt excited.
I even sincerely wished them both the sexual happiness they desired.

When I got home, a huge, open suitcase lay across the living room floor, stuffed
with clothes and odds and ends. My wife was kneeling on the floor, unpacking, while my father sat upright on the three-seater sofa, repeatedly
telling her, "That's enough, that's enough."

"What's wrong, Dad?" I asked, taking off my coat.

My father gave my wife a look, and she immediately got up and came to me, taking my coat and hanging it on
the hanger .

"It's nothing, I asked Dad to take a few more things back," my wife explained.

I glanced at the open suitcase; it was full of clothes my wife had bought for my father, along with some supplements
. I had a sharp eye and could vaguely see a red lace trim mixed in with a pile of men's clothes and stockings—it
was clearly a woman's underwear.

"Dad, just let her pack a little more; it's all a little something from your daughter-in-law."

"Alright then," my father conceded.

"Dad, did you learn how to use WeChat last time?" my wife asked him.

"I got it, it's pretty simple," my father said confidently.

"Then don't forget when you get home, we'll video chat often." My wife had bought my father a new smartphone a few days ago.
Elderly people have poor learning abilities and memory, and my wife said it took her a long time to teach him how to video
chat.

"I won't forget," my father said, his tone sounding like he was annoyed by his nagging wife. "Dawei's back, hurry up and cook
." My father ordered my wife in a softened tone.

"Okay, Dawei, just a moment, it'll be ready soon." My wife quickly went to the kitchen.

"Dad, when are you leaving this time?" I sat down on the single sofa next to my father.

"The tickets are for the day after tomorrow, I had her book them." My father then picked up the senior citizen's newspaper and started reading.

I hesitated whether to tell my father the truth about the transfer to South America, when my wife brought out the dishes.

"Let's eat first," I said to my father.

My wife's dinner tonight was quite good; yesterday's mistake seemed like a rare mishap.

I praised my wife's rapidly improving cooking skills, but she didn't respond until my father
nodded a smile appeared on her face.

After dinner, my father was watching TV in the living room. I quietly went to the kitchen behind my wife, who was washing dishes, and
grabbed her breasts, kneading them.

"Dad, don't do that, wait a bit," my wife instinctively protested.

"What, do you and Dad often do this in the kitchen?" I breathed into her ear.

"Honey, it's you?" my wife blushed.

"What, can't I even touch my own wife?" I teased.

"No, no," my wife quickly explained.

I looked at the delicate necklace on my wife's neck, which looked exactly like
the Tiffany diamond necklace my father had given her in my dream that afternoon, except that the pendant was hidden by her white, round-necked sweater.

I reached into her blouse and touched her breasts, then pulled out the pendant.
It turned out she was wearing the Cartier platinum necklace I had given her when we got married.

"What's wrong, honey?" my wife asked, aroused by my unusual behavior.

"Nothing," I said, trying to hide my thoughts.

"What's this?" Suddenly, a jade bracelet on my wife's left wrist caught my attention.

"Oh, you mean this bracelet? Dad gave it to me. Isn't it pretty?" My wife raised her hand to show me.

"Pretty, it suits you well." I complimented my wife, but took the opportunity to examine
the bracelet closely for a while. Wasn't this the jade bracelet that Dad bought for Mom in the provincial capital before their wedding? It cost him
half a year 's salary.

Mom always loved this bracelet before she passed away, and she always wore it on important occasions. Dad also
cherished this bracelet, as it held great significance. Now that he had given it to my wife, it showed that the old man
was really willing to spend a lot to win over his daughter-in-law.

"By the way, are you reluctant to see Dad go?" I hugged my wife's slender waist, pressing my face close to hers,
trying to inhale her fragrance.

"Of course, what do you think about letting Dad live in that apartment on the West Fifth Ring Road? That way, he won't have to
take such a long bus ride from our hometown to Beijing every time." My wife suggested, unaware that I was inwardly cursing her.
She had turned against me to get that apartment transferred to her name, and now she was so casually suggesting letting
my father live there. It was clear how much more important my father and I were to her.

"If you let Dad live in that apartment, how much time will you spend at home? You'll have to go to his place every day!"

I scolded my wife angrily. "Besides, Dad's getting on in years, can he handle it?"

"It's not like he has to do it every day," my wife muttered in a low voice.

"Alright, I have a way to keep Dad here longer this time."

"How long?" my wife asked expectantly.

"After you've washed the dishes, go run me some hot water. I'll tell you after I take a bath." I had finally learned how to keep my wife in
suspense.

"Okay!" Her voice was unusually cheerful.

After showering, drying my hair, and changing into the pajamas my wife had given me, I went to the living room. My father was still engrossed in watching
TV , while my wife sat beside him, her small, white hands gently massaging his shoulders.

I coughed to get their attention.

"Dad, I have something to tell you."

My father glanced at me, pressed the remote, and turned off the TV.

"Xin Xin, come on in too."

The three of us sat down around the dining table. My father sat opposite me, and my wife unhesitatingly chose to sit next to
him .

"Dad, Xin Xin, actually, the new personnel reshuffle at headquarters has come down. I've been promoted to regional general manager, with a
50% salary increase. I'll be starting my new job next week."

"That's great news, honey! You're amazing!" In the past, I would have been
overjoyed to see my wife's extra 50% salary going into her pocket.

"However, it's for the Latin America region. I'll be going to Chile next week for a one-year term."

My wife and father were speechless for a moment. After all, they were family, and being separated for so long inevitably brought
a sense of loss and reluctance.

"It's alright, you're always traveling for work, we're used to it," the wife said with a smile. "
Besides , Dad's here, don't worry."

"What a heartless woman," I cursed inwardly.

My father, however, kept his brow furrowed, looking troubled.

"I'll probably be back in about six months. Otherwise, you'll have to take care of Dad," I said to my wife,
my words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of Dad," my wife assured me, patting her ample bosom.

My father remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "You've been gone for another year.
When are you going to finish what I asked you to do?"

"What is it, Dad?" my wife asked, puzzled.

My father glared at her, implying that women shouldn't interrupt.

"It's about giving Dad a grandson," I explained impatiently.

"You know! When your mother left…" My father was about to bring up my mother again; I'd heard this
long-winded explanation dozens of times.

"Dad, there's something I haven't told you yet."

"What is it?"

I walked to the TV cabinet and took a stack of documents from my bag.

"What's this?" Dad picked up the documents and glanced at them.

"Dad, I'll get you your reading glasses." My wife, as if on cue, obediently went to the coffee table and retrieved her father's
reading glasses

, handing them to him. The father carefully examined the report for a moment, then put it down, speechless.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Seeing this, my wife took the report from him and read it from beginning to end.

"Dawei, you…"

"Simply put, I can't have children."

The father's expression was solemn and dejected. He looked up at the ceiling, remaining silent for a long time.

"Dad, I know I'm your only son, don't be too sad," I comforted him.

"How can I not be sad? You're the only son of the Chen family. I bought you everything good to eat and drink, raised you
with so much hardship , and now our Chen family line is about to end! How can I not be sad!" the father
said emotionally, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Please don't get so emotional, so I want to tell you about another way."

"What way?" the father asked expectantly.

"Just because I can't have children doesn't mean the rest of the Chen family can't."

"Who?"

"You!" "

What do you mean?" My father asked, puzzled.

I pointed to my wife: "You and Xin Xin can have one. You two have been together for so long.
If you're willing, Xin Xin will agree."

My father was a little confused, but my wife was very interested in the suggestion.

"This..." My father hesitated.

"Dad, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. As long as the three of us don't say anything, no one outside will know. In the future, your
child will be known as Xin Xin's and my child."

"Dad, I think it's okay. Actually, I've wanted to be a mother for a long time." My wife was obviously lying. In
the two years of our marriage, she had never mentioned wanting children to me.

"See, Xin Xin has already agreed." I quickly pressed on.

"I... I'm so old." My father seemed a little hesitant.

"Look how beautiful and tall Xin Xin is. With such good genes, it's such a pity she doesn't have a child,"
I continued. "As her husband, I approve. Anyway, Dad, you're not an outsider, and Xin Xin's child
will be part of the Chen family. We shouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders
. You can't just watch us go to an agency to borrow someone else's sperm, can you?"

"Okay, Dad, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow. If it doesn't work, we'll think of something else. If it does,
I want you two to get it done before I go to South America. If all goes well, the baby will be born when I get back."
I further cleared away my father's mental block.

"What about Xin Xin?" my father asked, turning to his wife.

"Dad, I'm definitely fine. I'm only 26, the best age for a mature woman to get pregnant. If you
're worried, I can go to the hospital for a checkup too."

"That's not what I meant..." my father explained, his usually assertive father becoming
hesitant .

"Dad, don't worry, I've calculated it. Before Dawei leaves next week,
she'll be ovulating around that time. Let's try our best; we should be able to get pregnant." My wife was clearly very
interested .

My father doesn't smoke or drink, and my wife never takes oral contraceptives. If tomorrow's test results
show my father is okay, it might actually work.

The night was peaceful, but after all, it was a major event to continue the family line. The three of us, each
with agendas, reached a silent understanding and quietly awaited the next day.

(To be continued)
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