I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife - Chapter 236

There was nothing ambiguous between the two at this moment. Instead, they seemed to be comforting each other. After crying for a while, Xiaoying left her father's embrace, her face showing a hint of awkwardness. She had just rushed into her father's arms because she was heartbroken. Although their relationship was already extremely close, now was not the time for intimacy, and as the male lead, I was still at home.
Xiaoying smoothed her hair, which had been slightly disheveled by her father's touch, then stood up from her father's bed and slowly walked out of the bedroom.
When the father saw Xiaoying about to leave, his face showed reluctance. He instinctively reached out and took Xiaoying's hand.
Xiaoying was about to reach the door when she realized that someone was holding her hand. She stopped and turned to look at her father, then looked down at her hand being held by her father.
Xiaoying saw the reluctance in her father's eyes, and also a faint glimmer of hope.
Seeing this scene, my heart couldn't help but tighten. It wasn't for any other reason than that, although I had seen Xiaoying and her father have a relationship countless times, I was very concerned about the fact that they had a relationship in my home without my "consent." If the two of them really had a relationship at this time, it would definitely add a knot in my heart.
The meaning behind the father's gesture of holding her hand couldn't be clearer: would Xiaoying accept it? But what happened next gave me a temporary sense of relief.
Xiaoying avoided her father's burning gaze and then resolutely pulled her hand away. She wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. She turned and walked out of her father's room, leaving him alone in sorrow. Perhaps her father had once again come to realize a reality: Xiaoying was, after all, my wife. In my heart and in law, I was her only husband. All my father could get was Xiaoying's body.
After Xiaoying left her father's bedroom, she returned to our bedroom. She looked at me sleeping soundly on the bed, rubbed her cheeks, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiaoying's face was flushed at this moment. She had just been pulled back by her father, partly because she was nervous, and partly because she was also aroused. After all, she was addicted to sex and could be aroused anytime, anywhere. If she hadn't tried her best to control herself, it wouldn't be wrong for her to have sexual needs and sex every day.
Looking at me sleeping soundly, Xiao Ying felt a pang of heartache in her eyes, which were filled with memories. Occasionally, she would glance back at her bedroom door, perhaps thinking of her father in her memories.
Xiaoying thought for a long time, sighed, and then turned and walked back towards the door.
Did Xiaoying finally figure things out after all that thinking? Did she decide to meet her father secretly after confirming I was asleep? After leaving the bedroom, Xiaoying went straight into the bathroom, then took off all her clothes and turned on the shower.
The water washed over her hair, then flowed down her cheeks and over her entire body, leaving her previously dry and delicate body damp.
Xiaoying rinsed her extremely sexy body, the water temperature was set very low, as if to let the slightly cold water lower her ever-rising body temperature, reduce the heat in her heart, and suppress the restless heart in her chest.
It was only later that I realized that Xiaoying hadn't locked the bathroom door when she went in.
I quickly played back the video, and it showed that Xiaoying had indeed not locked the bathroom door.
She started showering without locking the door. Wasn't she afraid her father would barge in? She had just rejected him, so wouldn't leaving the door unlocked be a new hint to him, suggesting that Xiaoying was currently making advances towards him?
However, that's not necessarily true. After all, there are two men in the house, and Xiaoying doesn't need to avoid them now. Perhaps she's used to not locking the door, or maybe she forgot. I can't be 100% sure which reason it is, but Xiaoying probably forgot because she didn't check the door once while she was taking a shower. If she had deliberately left the door open for her father, she should have been very nervous and would have frequently checked the door to confirm the situation.
Meanwhile, the father on the other side couldn't sleep at all. After Xiaoying left, he sat bitterly for a while before lying down on his bed. However, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. After a while, he got out of bed, then quietly opened his bedroom door and listened to the sounds coming from the living room.
He had no idea what Xiaoying and I were doing at that time. Did he want to hear about our sex scene? But Xiaoying was just standing next to me, lost in thought, so he didn't hear a thing.
He had to close the door and lie back down on the bed. Not long after, he heard the sound of the doors to our two bedrooms opening. My father opened his eyes and wondered who was coming out of our bedroom.
Is that Xiaoying? Is she coming to his room? The father's eyes were filled with tension and anticipation, but all he heard was the sound of the bathroom door opening.
The father got out of bed and reopened his bedroom door, but heard the sound of water running in the bathroom.
A bitter smile appeared on my father's face, tinged with a hint of jealousy. He was probably overthinking things. He must have thought that Xiaoying had just finished having sex with me and was cleaning herself up. The more often and for the longer he was with Xiaoying, the deeper his feelings for her became. He was gradually treating Xiaoying as his own possession, and he would feel very uncomfortable if another man touched her, even if that man was me, Xiaoying's legal husband.
With a bitter expression on his face, the father was in a bad mood and had no interest in peeping at the bathroom door. He also didn't notice that Xiaoying hadn't locked the door and had no desire to do anything else.
The father slowly closed the door, then lay back down on the bed. After a long while, a long, helpless sigh came from the darkness of his bedroom…
After taking a shower, Xiaoying got dressed again and walked out of the bathroom. When she opened the bathroom door, she realized that she hadn't locked it. After leaving the bathroom, she glanced at her father's bedroom door, which was tightly closed, and couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief.
By this time, Xiaoying probably already knew her father's character and his usual behavior. If her father had accidentally barged in because she hadn't locked the door, Xiaoying wouldn't have been surprised at all. But tonight, her father didn't misunderstand her hints, which made Xiaoying feel a little strange and relieved. Perhaps she thought her father was already asleep, but little did she know that her father was currently alone, feeling sad and conflicted.
Xiaoying looked away from her father's bedroom, turned off the light, and returned to our bedroom. When she turned the light back on, she saw that I was still fast asleep, and my brows were furrowed, as if I was troubled by something in my sleep.
Xiaoying smoothed my bangs and sideburns, tucked me in, and then gently kissed my forehead.
Xiaoying didn't fall asleep immediately. Instead, she sat in the computer chair and stared at me blankly. Memories kept flashing in her eyes, sometimes sad, sometimes sweet, sometimes conflicted, and sometimes regretful. Perhaps she was reliving the past in her mind.
My negative mood tonight made her a little unsure, after all, people who have done something wrong feel guilty, even though she thought I would never know.
After thinking for a long time, Xiaoying took out a bag from the cabinet. The bag contained things from when we were dating, which we kept as souvenirs and as a testament to our love.
Xiaoying flipped through the pages, her eyes filled with sweetness. Finally, she took out a few sheets of stationery that we used to exchange love letters with. After thinking for a while, Xiaoying put her bag away, but left one sheet of stationery behind. Xiaoying started writing on the stationery, occasionally pausing to think, perhaps organizing her thoughts.
But after writing for a while, Xiaoying stopped. She tried to cross out some sentences, but she couldn't get them clean, so she crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it in the trash can.
Xiaoying had to take out another sheet of paper from her bag, but after writing for a while, she crumpled it up again and threw it in the trash can. In the end, Xiaoying used about six sheets of paper before she was satisfied.
He put down his pen and wiped his forehead. Although the letter didn't contain much, he had drafted it several times, just like writing an essay. He must have thought of a lot of things, so it was very mentally taxing.
After putting the pen away, Xiaoying folded the letter paper into the shape of a heart, just like when we were dating.
However, so much time had passed that Xiaoying seemed to have forgotten something. She tried to fold it several times but couldn't get it right. In order not to damage the letter she had painstakingly written, Xiaoying had to take out a piece of scrap paper and try to remember it several times before she was able to fold it properly.
Looking at the folded letter, Xiaoying seemed quite satisfied. After glancing at me, she went into the living room. She originally intended to put the letter in my briefcase, but after thinking for a moment, she put it in my pocket instead. This is because a man's briefcase usually contains some secrets, whether personal or work-related. Xiaoying had never rummaged through my pockets or bag, which was also a sign of her respect for me.
After finishing everything, Xiaoying glanced at her father's door again, a hint of unreadable emotion flashing in her eyes.
I was on edge because of Xiaoying and her father, because every glance they exchanged hinted at what was going to happen next. But just as I got nervous, Xiaoying quietly went back to her bedroom.
After she got into bed, she rested her head on my shoulder, draped one arm over my chest, and rubbed her head against me to get closer. Then everything fell silent.
Xiaoying soon began to breathe evenly, just like me. He slept peacefully, occasionally revealing a sweet smile, while his father tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Perhaps it was a recent tacit understanding between us. Xiaoying and I stayed in the same position all night without moving, and slept like that for the entire night until I woke up first the next morning.
After reading this, I breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out I was overthinking things. Nothing happened between Xiaoying and her father last night. The blockage in my heart instantly eased a lot.
It turns out that Xiaoying took a bath to relieve her inner desires, and her dream last night was probably a result of the knot in her heart these days. What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Coupled with the stress and fatigue of work recently, this misunderstanding occurred.
Seeing my father's behavior last night, I couldn't help but feel a little worried. My father is becoming more and more concerned about Xiaoying, as if he treats her as his real woman. Even when he is close to me, he feels a little unhappy. This seems to be a dangerous sign.
Of course, as a man, I can understand my father. When you are deeply in love with a woman, you will have this kind of mentality. Perhaps my father is also feeling helpless and conflicted about this mentality now.
Although I have faith in Xiaoying, I wonder if it might cause any resentment in her father? If she develops depression, will it harm her health? I shook my head. Perhaps it's too early to think about these things now. Xiaoying's illness is the priority. After so much treatment, Xiaoying seems to be improving. That one night of sexual activity, and Xiaoying taking a shower last night to suppress her desire, are all ways of alleviating her symptoms. Perhaps with some more treatment, Xiaoying will be able to return to a normal life. But once she returns to a normal life, if Xiaoying and her father live under the same roof, will they have another one? I shook my head again. I'm really being sentimental right now. I get rid of one worry, and another one comes to mind.
To distract myself, I picked up the heart-shaped letter and, relying on my past memories, unwrapped the rather complicated folds without damaging the letter.

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