Father-in-law, Love Me Again - The Tale of Wushan Clouds and Rain - Desire and Sin - A Misplaced Tenderness

Feng Nianzhen realized that Xu Zhenyang was having an affair on an ordinary night.
Before dinner, Xu Zhenyang called, saying he couldn't refuse a work engagement and told her not to wait. Feng Nianzhen was already used to this. Her father-in-law was also away on a business trip. She sat alone in the empty dining room, ate a few bites of rice in front of a table of food, and then washed up and went to bed early.
Hearing rustling noises in the room in the middle of the night, Feng Nianzhen groggily turned on the light. Xu Zhenyang, who was taking off his coat with his back to her, stopped abruptly, then came over, put his arm around her, and affectionately kissed her hair. "Did I wake you up?"
Two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his muscular chest—still the way she loved him. Feng Nianzhen nestled closer, rubbing her head against his chest, deeply inhaling her husband's scent. Perfect, no perfume, no lipstick stains, he was spotless.
However, this cleanliness felt too deliberate.
Is it reasonable for a man who has just finished a social engagement to have no unpleasant smell of smoke or alcohol on him?
Feng Nianzhen hated that she could still remain so clear-headed at this moment.
It was the second year after I married him.
During their university years, the two were the envy of everyone on campus. She was the most beautiful girl in the foreign languages department, causing a stir among the boys wherever she went, while he was a handsome and talented business student. At the prime of their lives, and with the means to be flamboyant, their cross-departmental romance was passionate and exciting, making many suitors envious and sighing.
From campus to the workforce, everything had gone smoothly. Once his job was stable, he proposed to her. Her family lived in the far southwest, and they all opposed her marrying someone so far away, but she was determined to be his bride, even at the cost of clashing with her family.
At the beginning of this year, Xu Zhenyang started his own business, often working until the wee hours of the morning. To better care for her husband and father-in-law, Feng Nianzhen quit her job to become a full-time housewife. For her husband and family, she gave up her talent and abilities. Fortunately, the firm's situation began to improve, and her sacrifices were not in vain.
But I never imagined that people's hearts could change so quickly.
For the past month, Xu Minghuai has been leading his students in the Australian Golf Tour in the Southern Hemisphere. At only fifty years old, he is a legend on the golf course and the only Asian to have achieved the glorious feat of winning all four major championships. Even after retiring, his coaching prowess remains undiminished. His students are all over the world, and he is already a highly sought-after gold medal coach in the industry.
When he got home, it was drizzling outside. Xu Minghuai casually brushed the rain off his shoulders, a half-lit cigarette dangling from his mouth. He squinted, put the key in the lock, turned it, and the door opened.
Why are the restaurant lights still on so late?
He walked around the entryway, and this was the scene that greeted his eyes: a table full of cold dishes, with four or five beer bottles, their contents unclear, standing on it. His young daughter-in-law was half-lying on the table, her eyes weakly open a crack, whimpering softly. She wore an apricot-colored silk slip dress, one shoulder slipping down to reveal a patch of pale skin, the beautiful curve of her breasts faintly visible…
Xu Minghuai subtly averted his gaze, pursed his lips, and his expression remained dark and unreadable. He approached with his hands behind his back and said in a low voice, "What kind of behavior is it to sit here dressed like this?"
A strong smell of alcohol wafted over, and his thick eyebrows furrowed again. "How much did you drink?"
"dad……"
Xu Minghuai didn't hear what she said, so he leaned closer and saw her biting her lower lip in distress, her face abnormally flushed. "It hurts so much..."
"Where does it hurt?"
Xu Minghuai's gaze shifted downwards, landing on her hand tightly clutching the lower right side of her abdomen. He paused, then tapped the wine bottle on the table, his face grim as he stubbed out his cigarette.
Drinking so much ice-cold beer at once, I'm afraid it might trigger my appendicitis.
Without hesitation, Xu Minghuai took off his coat and covered the woman with it. He put one arm around her waist and the other under her legs to lift her up and strode out.
He practically ran all the way to the garage. Luckily, he worked out regularly, so the amount of exercise was manageable. He settled Feng Nianzhen in the passenger seat, adjusting the backrest to make her more comfortable, but he still couldn't stop weak moans from escaping her lips.
Xu Minghuai drove steadily and fast, but he still couldn't avoid encountering red lights.
"It hurts so much... Am I going to die?"
The man turned to check on her, brushing aside the long hair by her ear to reveal a deathly pale face with tightly clenched features, indicating she was in real pain.
Xu Minghuai couldn't help but stroke her forehead and whisper, "Bear with it a little longer, we'll be at the hospital soon, be good." Having been a strict and cold-faced coach for so long, when had he ever been so patient in coaxing someone?
The next second the red light came on, and with a light touch on the accelerator, the car sped off again.
When Feng Nianzhen woke up, she found herself lying in a hospital bed with an IV in the back of her hand and no feeling in her lower body. By the moonlight streaming through the window, she could vaguely see two other beds nearby, both occupied. Turning her gaze, she saw Xu Minghuai, asleep with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall next to her.
Men really do have an advantage when it comes to age. Because my grandfather was of mixed Chinese and British descent, my father-in-law naturally had a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes. Also, because he was a coach and exercised regularly, his physique hadn't changed at all. Apart from the occasional fine lines around his eyes, he looked like he was in his thirties at fifty. When he was young, he was probably even more handsome.
Strangely enough, her father-in-law, who is over fifty, has never been married. Zhenzhen was also very surprised by this. According to Xu Zhenyang, he has never seen his birth mother since he was a child. It is said that she ran away after he was born, and her father-in-law has been single ever since.
But what she was more curious about was how her father-in-law dealt with his sexual needs. Did he go to prostitutes?
Lost in thought, the man suddenly woke up, leaned over and touched her forehead; the fever had subsided.
"Dad..." She tried to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was terribly hoarse.
Xu Minghuai checked his phone. "Zhenyang is on his way and will be here soon."
As expected, her eyes fell into a gloomy look.
"You have acute appendicitis and just had surgery, so you can't eat anything yet. These next few days will be tough, so please bear with it."
Feng Nianzhen closed her eyes, her nose stinging a little, and whispered, "I'm sorry, it was my fault for being so thoughtless and causing you trouble."
After a moment, she added, "Don't tell Zhenyang about me drinking at home."
Xu Minghuai looked at her for a while, nodded and said, "You go back to sleep, I'm going out for a smoke."
After saying that, the man closed the door and left.
As soon as Xu Minghuai stepped out, he bumped into Xu Zhenyang, who had rushed over. His expression changed the moment his gaze fell on Xu Zhenyang's neck. "Go to the bathroom and look in the mirror! Look at the mess you've made of!"
Xu Zhenyang touched his neck guiltily, and roughly knew what was going on.
Xu Minghuai and his son were never very close from childhood to adulthood. He spent most of his time leaving the son to be raised by his grandparents and rarely personally intervened in his upbringing. As a result, their relationship was always awkward.
Xu Zhenyang wiped the lipstick mark off his neck in the bathroom before pushing open the door to the ward.
Feng Nianzhen opened her eyes upon hearing the voice. When she saw it was him, the bitterness in her mouth spread again, leaving her with a bitter taste.
"Zhenzhen, are you asleep?"
Xu Zhenyang sat on the edge of the bed, brushing aside half of her hair. "Has the anesthesia worn off? Does it hurt?"
"I'm fine now," Feng Nianzhen turned her head to the other side, her back to him. "You've been busy until so late again, did you come all the way from the institute?"
Xu Zhenyang chased after her and kissed her cheek again. "Yeah, there's so much to do. Once things calm down, I'll take you out to play. Haven't you always wanted to go to Iceland? We're about to make a lot of money."
"We'll talk about it later. Don't stay here with me, go back to sleep, you have work tomorrow." Feng Nianzhen held her breath, trying not to smell his disgusting fragrance, wiped her face, and said, suppressing a sob.
Xu Zhenyang couldn't understand what she meant. He thought his wife was genuinely considerate of him, and he was both touched and guilty. He held her hand and kissed it several times. "I'll stay here with you. Sleep peacefully. I'll go and ask a housekeeper to come and take care of you when it's light. I'll come back after get off work tomorrow."
Feng Nianzhen stopped speaking and gently closed her eyes.
In a daze, someone was wiping her palms, neck and cheeks with a warm towel. The pressure and technique were just right. Feng Nianzhen dozed off for a while longer. When she opened her eyes again, it was already bright daylight. An elderly woman was busy at the bedside.
"Miss Feng, you're awake. Mr. Xu arrived early this morning and is now going to get some water."
Feng Nianzhen felt a renewed sense of hope and exhilaration. Was her spirit still burning brightly?
However, the next second, reality slapped her awake.
Xu Minghuai opened the door and came in carrying a washbasin. He quietly placed it under the bed and asked casually, "Are you hungry? I asked the doctor, and he said you can eat liquid food after you pass gas. I'll have Aunt Zhang come home with me to make some chicken soup later."
Feng Nianzhen nodded sadly, "Thank you for your help."
"No trouble at all, Miss Xu, your father-in-law is so good to you! I was wiping your hands just now, and this big man complained that I, an old woman, was clumsy and took the hands from you himself..."
"Ahem." The man coughed awkwardly, and the old woman probably realized she had said too much and fell silent.
Feng Nianzhen looked at her father-in-law with some surprise, only to see him turn his face away and give Aunt Zhang some miscellaneous post-operative instructions.
Her heart suddenly felt a little pounding.
For many days afterward, Xu Zhenyang remained busy and rarely saw her, only arriving late on a few evenings, sometimes carrying a basket of fruit, sometimes several baskets of greasy takeout, truly treating her as a patient.
Xu Minghuai would come occasionally, usually just to sit for a while and then leave, asking the aunt about her recovery. Most of the time, the two of them would only exchange a few words, and when it was time for him to go to work, he would also leave.
After her father-in-law left, Feng Nianzhen habitually stared blankly out the window. She felt lonely and melancholy, watching everyone busy at work, as if she were the only superfluous person in the world.
How long has it been since she truly loved herself, to the point that she feels as if the whole world has abandoned her?

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