I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife - Chapter 256

Although the father was very reluctant, he glanced at the time on the wall, and finally turned around, opened the door, and left. His back seemed to reveal a hint of loneliness and desolation.
When her father turned his back to her, Xiaoying's eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance and a touch of sadness. Did Xiaoying have feelings for her father? I think she definitely did. Even if you don't love a man, if you have countless sexual encounters with him, and your heart and body gradually open up to him, as time goes on, his place in your heart will deepen without you even realizing it. This is human nature, and no one can avoid it.
Watching my father and Xiaoying's complex emotions in the video call, which were completely at odds with their previous joy, I felt a pang of guilt. It was as if I were a stumbling block between them, as if I were an unnecessary person. What would happen to my father and Xiaoying if I were gone, if I suddenly disappeared from the world?
Perhaps Xiaoying will use the excuse of caring for her deceased husband to "take care" of her father for the rest of her life, or perhaps she will find another man, but this man is just a pretext, a shield; what she truly cares about is her father...
I shook my head, trying to banish these unrealistic thoughts from my mind.
Recently, I've been under more work pressure, and my mind keeps wandering. High-level jobs don't involve much physical labor; most of it is high-intensity mental work, and my brain is constantly racing, which inevitably has some impact.
Perhaps it's time to relax a bit. The invisible pressure I'm putting on myself, whether from work or family, is too much. Will this lead to depression or a mental breakdown?
Watching the surveillance footage, Xiaoying sighed softly long after her father left. She glanced at the time and quickly prepared dinner. Lost in their lovemaking, they forgot about their own time. With only a short time left before I got home from get off work, there was no time to cook anything new. Xiaoying had no choice but to reheat the leftovers she and her father had eaten at lunch. Soon after, the "I" in the footage arrived home, less than twenty minutes after her father had left…
At this moment, I recalled that when I got home tonight, there was a faint odor in the house. I hadn't noticed it at the time, but now that I think about it, it must have been the smell left after we had sex. It was just that the smell was so faint and mixed with the aroma of food that I didn't notice it.
Looking back now, I realize that my father had just left twenty minutes before I entered the house, and their last ejaculation had only occurred about half an hour ago.
Moreover, what I ate for dinner was the leftovers that my father and Xiaoying had eaten at noon. Although it is quite normal to eat leftovers in my family, which lives a relatively simple life, I still felt a little uneasy when I thought about it tonight.
I turned off the computer and lay down on the bed, listening to Xiaoying's even breathing and soft snoring beside me. Xiaoying is usually very dignified and ladylike, and never snores when she sleeps. However, after living with her father, she would occasionally snore softly on a few nights. And each time the snoring was preceded by a passionate and frenzied sexual encounter between Xiaoying and her father.
Xiaoying had no idea that I snore, and I had never mentioned it to her. But for some reason, I suddenly had an impulse. I picked up my phone, turned on the recording function, put the microphone near Xiaoying's nose, and recorded all of her soft snoring.
After recording a segment, I turned off my phone. I don't know what the point of the recording was.
That night, listening to Xiaoying's snoring beside me and smelling the fragrance of her shower gel, it all felt like a mockery. If there was still some excitement in my heart before, the pressure of work and the shift in focus were making me lose the last bit of excitement, leaving only jealousy and sadness.
After thinking about it for most of the night, I decided to take Xiaoying for a check-up tomorrow. After so much medication and treatment from her "father," has Xiaoying's endocrine system recovered? How long will it take to recover? Has there been any improvement at all?
When I woke up the next morning, my head was throbbing because I had barely slept all night. Although I managed to fall asleep at the end, I was in a semi-conscious state, which made my already tired brain even more exhausted.
I was the first to wake up. Xiaoying, who was next to me, was still fast asleep, snoring softly.
I glanced at the time and realized it was Xiaoying's usual wake-up time. Because of my work, my biological clock is very punctual; even if I fall asleep at five o'clock, I will definitely wake up at six o'clock.
I didn't wake Xiaoying. Instead, I quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. Looking at the familiar toothbrush cups and myself in the mirror, I wondered what I had gained from the beginning until now. It seemed that I had lost a lot.
When I came out of the bathroom, Xiaoying was still sleepy and waiting at the bathroom door. She had been up for a while and probably knew I was in the bathroom, so she was waiting at the door for me to finish washing up.
Upon seeing me come out, Xiaoying, who was about to yawn, immediately suppressed it, her face showing a hint of embarrassment and fear, as if she knew she was late. And she also knew why she was late.
"I'm sorry, honey, I overslept... I'll wash my hands and make you breakfast as soon as I can..."
Xiaoying placed her hands on her lower abdomen and rubbed her pajamas, looking very embarrassed and apologetic as she spoke.
"It's alright, Shiwen is too late anyway, I'll just go downstairs and buy some breakfast..."
I smiled slightly, trying to appear as relaxed as possible. I had just washed my face, and I wasn't sure if I still looked tired.
"All right……"
Xiaoying glanced back at the time on the wall. Even if she made breakfast as quickly as possible, there wouldn't be enough time. She could only agree to my request, her face filled with extreme guilt.
As I was getting dressed, Xiaoying quickly ran over to straighten my collar, then knelt down to straighten my trouser legs. When I was about to put on my shoes, Xiaoying quickly brought them to me, and even used a shoehorn to help me put them on. This kind of service is not what a wife should provide; it's more like a maidservant's. I knew Xiaoying felt extremely guilty at that moment because her sexual encounter with her father yesterday had prevented her husband from having a decent breakfast this morning.
Seeing Xiaoying's hesitant expression, I left home and drove straight to the company. On the way, I didn't buy breakfast as I had told Xiaoying, because I really had no appetite at all.
Upon arriving at the company, I began my busy work. In the past, whenever I was troubled, I would temporarily forget my worries as long as I started working.
This method used to work every time, but today I don't know why, I just can't calm down. Is it because all my negative emotions are about to explode? I'm currently being controlled by these negative emotions, and I just can't calm down. It's even caused some minor problems at work. I know it's time to test and resolve things. Even if I can't resolve them immediately, I at least need to test how long I can endure this pain.
Everything has an end, especially the matter between Xiaoying and her father; it can't go on forever...
Actually, last night I was thinking of taking Xiaoying to the hospital for a check-up today, but when I woke up this morning and saw how tired she looked and how she humbly helped me get dressed, I felt a little reluctant. I was afraid that taking her to the hospital would give her some bad ideas and increase her psychological burden. After all, it's not just me who's emotionally unstable right now, but her too.
However, my timid and hesitant approach and my tolerance might make things worse. Thinking back to the way my father and Xiaoying parted in the video last night, I don't know why I feel a little uneasy, and I don't know what I'm afraid of.
I picked up my phone and glanced at the time. It was still early. Should I take Xiaoying to the hospital? Holding the phone, I hesitated to press the call button...

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