I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife - Chapter 348

Xiaoying spent her first day in a daze, seemingly unwilling to be idle, and constantly looking for things to do.
Around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Xiaoying glanced at the clock on the wall and began preparing dinner.
Xiaoying seemed quite nervous. She tried to pick up her phone several times, seemingly wanting to call or text me, but ultimately gave up.
With less than ten minutes to go before I got home from get off work, Xiaoying had already prepared dinner. She put all the dishes on the table; there were no leftovers, everything was freshly made, and the dishes were plentiful, all of them my favorites.
Xiaoying was very attentive while cooking, and after all the dishes were served, she even put a bottle of red wine on the table, as if she wanted to have a candlelight dinner with me.
After Xiaoying had everything ready, she sat at the dining table waiting for me to come home from get off work for dinner, her eyes frequently glancing at the clock on the wall.
It seems Xiaoying hopes I can bring back a bouquet of roses when I go home; perhaps this is what she's hoping for.
More than five minutes after I arrived home, Xiaoying suddenly became a little nervous. She placed her hands on the table, interlacing her fingers and fidgeting with them, as if she was anxious.
Ten minutes later, a hint of fear appeared on her face. Perhaps she realized now that, let alone bringing back a bouquet of roses, even getting home was a problem.
After thinking for a while, Xiaoying forced herself to calm down. Perhaps she thought that my going to buy flowers would take some time.
But after more than half an hour, Xiaoying finally lost her composure. She got up and went to the front balcony, opened the window and stuck her head out as if looking for something. Perhaps she was checking if my car was in the neighborhood. Not seeing me on the front balcony, she ran to the back balcony, but still hasn't found me.
Xiaoying then ran to the front balcony, because she could see the main gate of the community from there, which was the only gate through which cars could enter.
Xiaoying just leaned against the window and kept looking outside. At that moment, I could only see Xiaoying's back in the surveillance footage, but I could still see her actions. She turned around countless times to look at the clock on the wall.
When it was more than an hour past my usual home time, Xiaoying finally lost her composure and rushed back to her bedroom to pick up her phone. She turned it on and fiddled with it, seemingly checking for messages or missed calls, but she was disappointed.
She walked to the dining table with her phone, seemingly wanting to call me. She seemed unsure whether I was working overtime or not planning to come home. And that was her biggest worry at the moment.
In the end, Xiaoying didn't make the call. Instead, she continued to sit at the table and wait. She didn't touch the food on the table and didn't eat a single bite.
As time passed, Xiaoying's mood became increasingly depressed. She reached out and touched the plate of food, realizing that the food had gone cold.
Perhaps she wanted to find something to do to make time pass faster, or perhaps she wanted to keep the food warm. She took the food back to the kitchen, reheated it, and then put it back on the table. She glanced at the time and realized that almost two hours had passed, but Xiaoying was still sitting at the table waiting.
Seeing Xiaoying's appearance in the video, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. I felt a little remorseful, but when I thought of the scene of her having passionate sex with her father that night, and my own disheveled state lying naked on the bed covered in semen, that feeling of guilt vanished without a trace.
When the time came to 9 p.m., it was already more than three hours past my usual time to get home, and it was even past our bedtime. Xiaoying finally realized the reality: I wouldn't be coming home tonight.
Xiaoying glanced at the carefully prepared food on the table, then at the unopened bottle of red wine, and she could no longer hold back her tears as she buried her face in her arms and cried.
Her crying was complex; I could hear several emotions mixed in: disappointment, sadness, resentment, and of course, a hint of regret.
Xiaoying didn't know how long she had been crying. When she finally lifted her face, her bangs were stuck to her face, and her face was completely wet.
She went to the bathroom while sobbing, turned on the tap and washed her face, still sobbing as she did so.
After washing up, Xiaoying came out with red and swollen eyes. Looking at the untouched food on the table, she finally sighed.
She began to quietly clear the table. After taking the dishes to the kitchen, she threw them all into the trash can. But when she threw them away, I didn't see anger or heartache on her face; all I saw was disappointment.
After throwing away all the food, Xiaoying put the trash bag outside the door. After cleaning up, she lay down on the bed, and the whole room was plunged into darkness. Only occasionally could one hear Xiaoying's faint sobs.
I fast-forwarded the video. It seemed like Xiaoying hadn't slept much all night. She looked quite haggard when she woke up in the morning. Her life was the same as the day before, except for one thing: she didn't put on makeup when she woke up. She just stayed at home with a bare face and kept doing things. In the afternoon, Xiaoying went out.
Seeing Xiaoying walk out of the house, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Had I provoked her to go to her father's place? But I didn't see her call her father when she was at home. If she went to her father's place, she should have called him. Perhaps she called him after she left.
Just as I was lost in thought, about half an hour later, the door to my house opened and Xiaoying came home, carrying large bags and small packages, mostly containing vegetables and meat.
That's understandable, since last night's lavish dinner had almost used up all the food we had at home.
When Xiaoying came back, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. She was covered in sweat, and it seemed to be the first time she had gone out without makeup. In fact, Xiaoying is still beautiful even without makeup; she has a natural beauty.
Xiaoying glanced at the time and felt it was still early. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She hesitated for a moment when she saw her face in the mirror. After washing up, she took out her cosmetics and started to put on makeup. It was already afternoon, and there was no one else at home. If Xiaoying didn't plan to go out that evening, then she would put on makeup for me to see; if she planned to go out, then it would be for other people to see.
After putting on her makeup, Xiaoying started cooking again. In the morning and at noon, Xiaoying only made herself light and simple food, such as steamed buns and porridge. The dishes she ate were also vegetarian. It's not that Xiaoying is being harsh on herself, but that's just how she eats. She doesn't eat meat to maintain a good figure.
Xiaoying started preparing the groceries she had bought. Today's groceries were different from yesterday's, but they were still the ones she liked to eat. After Xiaoying finished cooking all the dishes and placed them on the dining table, she also took out the bottle of red wine that hadn't been opened last night.
After everything was prepared, Xiaoying sat down at the dining table again and began to wait. She looked at the clock more often than last night, and frequently ran to the front and back balconies to look. Her expression changed constantly as time went by.
When the time stopped again at around 9 p.m., I still didn't go home. This time, Xiaoying seemed to be mentally prepared. She didn't wail like she did last night, but shed a few tears. Although she shed few tears, it didn't mean she wasn't sad. It meant she was trying her best to control herself.
Xiaoying reheated the food halfway through, but in the end she still threw it all away. After cleaning up, Xiaoying didn't go out, but lay quietly on the bed. In the dark night, Xiaoying let out sobs and sighs several times.
Seeing this, I quickly sped up all the videos. Xiaoying continued this routine for the next two days: staying home in the mornings and going out to buy groceries in the afternoons, carefully preparing meals and waiting for me to come home. But the outcome was always disappointment; Xiaoying would eventually throw away all the food in tears. Actually, these meals could easily last two or three days. I don't know what Xiaoying was thinking.
Seeing this filled me with mixed feelings. Xiaoying did the same thing every night, meticulously preparing and patiently waiting, only to be met with disappointment in the end. So I changed the video call time to the morning of the fifth day...

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