I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife - (142) Collapse (Revised Version)

As time slowly passed, it was time to leave work. My colleagues all left the company, leaving me all alone again. This scene was so familiar, ever since that first night when I created opportunities for my father and Xiaoying. I ordered takeout; only with a full stomach could I have the energy and resistance.
As I was eating, that familiar ringtone—"Wife, Wife, I Love You"—came on. I took out my phone and saw it was Xiaoying calling. A wave of relief washed over me. (For discussion, join the QQ group: 166719366.) Just moments before, I'd been quite nervous wondering if Xiaoying would call me, but the moment she called, I suddenly felt incredibly relieved. She must have heard from her father after get off work that I was working overtime and wouldn't be home tonight.
"Hello..." I answered the phone with a simple reply, my voice was calm, but compared to before, it had a touch more warmth and was no longer so impersonal.
"Honey, Dad said you're working overtime tonight. Have you eaten yet? Should I bring you some food?" Xiaoying said hesitantly, her tone cautious but full of worry.
"No need, I'm eating now, it's takeout I ordered..." With just a few simple words, Xiaoying on the other end seemed to sense that my words were no longer so cold.
"Then your husband shouldn't work too late, he should get some rest." Xiaoying perhaps sensed the long-lost warmth in my words, or perhaps she was afraid of delaying my work, so she hurriedly prepared to hang up the phone.
After finishing my meal, I inserted the dongle into my computer and opened the video software. But then I suddenly hesitated. Should I watch the video playback from that night first, or check the home security camera footage? After thinking it over, I decided to check the home security camera footage first. Firstly, to see if Xiaoying and her father had any interaction, and secondly, I wanted to see if Xiaoying and her father would take advantage of this rare opportunity while I was working overtime tonight to try and have sex again, and whether my deterrent plan had been effective.
I set the video surveillance time to when Xiaoying got off work. When she arrived home, her father had already prepared dinner. He seemed distracted and preoccupied. After Xiaoying entered the house, her father glanced at her, his eyes filled with melancholy and helplessness. Once Xiaoying was home, her father told her that I wouldn't be home for dinner. At that moment, I saw Xiaoying, who had just walked in, suddenly freeze. Usually, when I worked overtime, I would call her, not her father. But tonight, I didn't even call her.
Upon hearing the news her father brought, Xiaoying, who was taking off her shoes at the door, suddenly stopped, one foot still raised in mid-air. Her eyes were vacant, as if all color had vanished. Finally, her father reminded her, and Xiaoying came back to her senses. During the meal, the two didn't exchange a single word. Xiaoying remained lost in thought, perhaps not even tasting the food, lost in her own thoughts. Her father, watching her, seemed hesitant to speak.
"Xiaoying, you and Jincheng seem a bit off lately? What happened?" After holding it in for so long, the father finally blurted out his concerns, asking the question that had been weighing on his mind. After all, it was rare for me to be away from home tonight, and it was a rare opportunity for the two of them to talk privately.
"Hmm? Ah... no... nothing... something happened at his company recently, and he's not in a good mood..." Xiaoying's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by her father, and she responded without any coherent words.
"But... is it possible that he found out that night..." The father asked the question that concerned him most. After saying this, he waited for Xiaoying's answer, his hands trembling nervously, as if he couldn't hold the chopsticks. Xiaoying was stunned by her father's question. She froze, her red lips trembling slightly. Wasn't this the very question her father had been worrying and wondering about these past two days? Originally, she hadn't dared to consider this possibility, but her father's sudden question seemed to have pierced through the last barrier in her heart.
"I don't know, I don't know. He doesn't tell me anything. Although it's only been two days, he's driving me crazy. When I ask him, he won't say anything..." Xiaoying suddenly put down her chopsticks, grabbed her hair, and started crying. It was clear that her father had shattered her last shred of hope, and her emotions suddenly collapsed when she wasn't facing me.
Seeing Xiaoying like this, her father, as usual, would have comforted her. But this time, seeing her like this, he froze, as if he had lost his soul. He could only close his eyes, his face filled with fear and guilt, and finally, he pressed his hand to his forehead to prevent himself from falling off the table. At this moment, one was crying, the other was troubled; perhaps only now did they truly feel worry and regret. The only thing that could save them was that last sliver of possibility and hope.
"Okay, Dad, stop getting so worked up. Maybe we're overthinking it. Jincheng's been through a lot lately, maybe he's under too much pressure. It's not necessarily that he's discovered anything about us. Don't scare yourself..." Xiaoying stopped crying. Seeing her father's extremely worried expression, she wiped away her tears with a tissue. She realized that her sudden loss of control had unintentionally caused her father distress. If she had frightened him, made him sick, or caused him to do something foolish, she would feel terrible. Xiaoying couldn't help but try to comfort her father.
"I hope we're overthinking it. If Jincheng really finds out, don't take the blame. I'd rather risk my old life to make Jincheng forgive you. It's all my fault. I'm not a good father. Why couldn't I resist temptation? If he really finds out, then I'll atone with my life. I don't ask him to forgive me, this beastly father. I only hope he can forgive you." The father suddenly looked much older. He raised his head and spoke gently to Xiaoying, his eyes filled with determination.
"No, no, Dad, don't do anything foolish. You've already done one thing. If you really do that, not only will you not achieve your goal, but you'll also put Jincheng in an extremely difficult situation again. Besides, things aren't clear yet. Let's not scare ourselves like this, okay? Besides, it's not all your fault. It's all fate playing tricks on us. Everything, everything, is... sigh..." Xiaoying comforted her father. Watching the surveillance footage, I completely agreed with Xiaoying's point of view. Putting aside the fact that I was the mastermind behind this, and the biggest fault lies with me, even if it really is all my father's fault, I can't say I forgive him. But I absolutely cannot let my father atone with his life. Between fault and life, fault seems insignificant.
I watched the video while smoking. We had plenty of time tonight, and I didn't seem to be in a hurry. Dinner for two ended in gloom. My father went to clear the dishes, and Xiaoying went back to our bedroom. Our dinners were usually filled with sweetness and intimacy; this was the first time I'd seen such a negative atmosphere. Looking at the worried couple in the video, I knew my tactic of subtly intimidating them had worked. Leaving aside the future, at least for tonight, would they still be in the mood for intimacy?
After Xiaoying returned to our bedroom, she calmed down for a long time before taking out her phone and making that call. After hanging up, Xiaoying couldn't help but give a bitter smile. She played on her phone for a while, but she was preoccupied and couldn't concentrate on it at all. After a while, she turned on her computer and logged into that forum. Perhaps at that moment, Xiaoying could only confide and vent her inner troubles in the forum's blog.
In the video, Xiaoying's diary entry wasn't very long, but she spent a considerable amount of time writing it. She paused occasionally, her face showing reminiscence, hesitation, struggle, and sorrow. Several times, she even had to rest her head on the computer desk to calm herself before continuing. At the end of the entry, her sorrow and melancholy reached their peak. What did Xiaoying write in her diary that caused such a range of expressions, and seemingly, at the very end, the incredibly strong Xiaoying broke down once again? After finishing the entry and clicking publish, she collapsed onto the computer desk and cried for a very long time.
What exactly did Xiaoying write in this diary entry? I feel that Xiaoying's entry must contain many things and secrets, and I'm filled with curiosity about it. After crying for a long time, Xiaoying lay down on the bed, seemingly exhausted from crying. Seeing Xiaoying crying so sadly, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I've hurt Xiaoying enough these past two days; shouldn't my own conscience be at peace too?
Xiaoying remained in bed. I checked her father's bedroom screen; he was also lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. It was clear he was extremely worried, perhaps also consumed by guilt over what happened that night. It seemed tonight would be another sleepless night for both of them, and nothing particularly unusual would likely occur…
After turning off the surveillance and learning what happened between the two tonight, I don't have many feelings or thoughts right now. How should I put it? It's pretty much what I expected. It's also expected that there was no ambiguity between the two tonight. What I'm most concerned about now is that diary entry that Xiaoying wrote for a very long time, which eventually broke her down...

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