Wife's Filial Piety 5-6 - Incest Novel

Chapter Five. "Achoo!" A sneeze pulled Lili and me back to reality. My soaked clothes were giving me the signs of a cold, and my wife and I both realized we needed to change quickly. I took off my clothes. My wife took the initiative to wipe me down. Our naked bodies, though we'd faced each other countless times, still felt so beautiful every time I was with her like this. My wife gently wiped every inch of my body, and I took a towel to dry her hair; long hair is really hard to dry. When she was drying my hair, she had to lean forward as much as possible, her breasts pressed against my chest. I still don't understand why my wife's breasts feel different when they touch me. Is this how all men and women feel? When we first started facing each other naked like this, my penis would definitely be erect, but after a few years, especially around the time of childbirth, it wasn't like that anymore—maybe because we were too familiar with each other. But today, for some reason, my penis was hard again, touching my wife's lower abdomen. My wife, surprised, lowered her head, looking at my penis. First, she seemed puzzled, then blushed, too embarrassed to look down, only gazing at my chest. I felt she shared my thoughts. Although she repeatedly insisted she had no cuckoldry desires, knowing that just less than ten minutes ago, her body had been seen by another man, and by my father no less, made her even more alluring. Although not completely naked, the sheer fabric and the outline of her underwear were incredibly attractive. The throbbing in my heart easily transformed into other emotions; the accelerated heartbeat inevitably led to a surge of blood, resulting in an erection. I pulled my wife closer, lowered my head, and kissed her lips. She didn't resist, and then we caressed and kissed each other. Another surge of passion followed. When my hand explored her labia, they were clearly wet. My wife and I both paused, realizing that it wasn't just me who had been aroused; my wife had also responded. I turned her around, and she, understanding, leaned over the sink, and I supported her buttocks from behind. Why this position? My wife and I, with our unspoken understanding, both knew it was because my father had just seen her like this. He was right behind her, and now I was behind her. I held my penis, aimed at her vaginal opening, and thrust it in all the way. But the scene kept replaying in my mind: my father seeing his daughter-in-law soaked to the bone, her clothes clinging to her body, seemingly seeing her delicate skin, her black underwear barely covering half of her breasts, those huge breasts, the deep cleavage between them. And when she changed her shoes, he even saw her full buttocks. If she weren't his daughter-in-law, would he have violated her? These were just my thoughts. What was my father thinking? What was my wife thinking? Was she also thinking that her father-in-law had just looked at her body, and now he was penetrating her? Perhaps one day her father-in-law would penetrate her like this? My thoughts, unrestrained, roamed freely, while my wife's moans grew louder and louder. Because of the bedroom door, the bathroom door, and my father watching TV, they wouldn't hear us, and my wife moaned with relaxation. I thrust in and out with vigorous strokes, my hands gripping my wife's buttocks, pulling her back and forth. The sounds of our bodies colliding echoed in the bathroom. It had been a long time since I'd thrust so wildly. I don't know what influenced me, but after less than ten minutes, I felt like I was going to ejaculate. My wife probably saw this, and she cried out even more forcefully, then squeezed my penis tightly with her vagina; she knew I liked this. I thrust a few more times, then, lying on my wife's back, I ejaculated my hot semen. After catching our breath, we didn't have much time for tenderness because we had to pick up the kids and cook. We quickly started getting dressed. When my wife wanted to put on her pajamas, she tried to do the same thing as in the morning, but I refused. I gave her two choices: the tank top or the other tight-fitting one. The first one revealed half of her breasts and only covered a little bit of her buttocks. The second one was longer, above her knees, but it was a bit see-through, and most importantly, it was tight-fitting; if she didn't wear a bra, her nipples would be very noticeable. My wife was already quite upset; could her father really accept so much? I knew she was afraid of going too far. After all, she had always been a dutiful, sensible, and obedient daughter-in-law in his eyes. Wearing this out, given what had just happened, she was afraid her father would be angry. I was also hesitant. What if my father couldn't accept it and said we weren't mindful of our image or disrespect him? But were these just excuses? I didn't want to give us two excuses, so I forced her to choose. She said she had to pick up the child. I said I would pick him up after the rain stopped. My wife hesitated, blushing, then looked at me with pleading eyes. I firmly refused to give her or me a chance to back down. So, my wife reluctantly chose the longer pink nightgown. She knew I wouldn't let her wear a bra with either of them. She knew I wanted her to show off her breasts. But she still chose something subtly revealing, rather than a tank top where her entire breasts would be visible with a slight tilt of her head. As for underwear, we hadn't considered that yet. Because if her father saw her breasts, she could explain that she had been wearing them all day and was uncomfortable. But if she didn't wear underwear, there was no excuse; it was the truth. And would her father accept such lewdness? Just as my wife was putting on her underwear and pink nightgown, preparing to come out, we heard a knock at the door. My parents-in-law had come to drop off the baby. My wife quickly put on a regular nightgown and went with me to pick up the child. Apparently, as soon as the rain stopped, my parents-in-law rushed to bring the baby, afraid that it would rain again and they wouldn't be able to pick him up. After dropping off the baby, they exchanged a few pleasantries with my father and us and left. It seemed there were other things to do at home, so they didn't stay for dinner. My wife took the baby and went to breastfeed. I went to cook. My father didn't come to help with the vegetables or anything today; he just watched TV in the living room. I wondered if he was a little embarrassed. Suddenly, I wondered if my wife would still be wearing the same outfit she had chosen earlier when she came out. Probably not. First, since I wasn't there, she probably felt embarrassed to wear that one; second, since my father had seen her wearing another outfit, it seemed unreasonable for her to change again! Just as I was absentmindedly cooking one dish and preparing the next, my wife came out. She was looking down, holding the baby. Surprisingly, she was wearing the pajamas I'd asked her to choose. I smiled, unsure if it was genuine joy, but my wife's reaction was definitely beyond my expectations. As she approached, I could clearly see the protrusion of her breasts. Her breasts, already a D-cup, were now even more swollen, almost bursting open her clothes, and her nipples were very prominent. I exclaimed, "Wow!" Though softly, my wife heard me. She looked up, glared at me, and turned to leave. I knew she was going to change, because she knew why I'd made that sound. I quickly grabbed her, telling her not to go. I said, "Wife, you really are!" As soon as I said it, I regretted it; it only made her more hesitant. Lili then started to walk back, but I quickly stopped her, pleading with her. She blushed for a moment, then asked me to take the baby; she needed to cook. A thought flashed through my mind, and I said, "I'll do it, you rest. Or you can give the child to Dad, then come over, and we'll cook together." My wife glared at me again, having seen through my scheme. She insisted on not going, determined to give me the child. I whispered in her ear, "Dad will see this sooner or later. If he comes over for dinner and sees me here, it might be even more awkward!" As I said this, I took the child, but my wife didn't follow me. She glanced at the living room, then walked over, slowly, but it was small, and she quickly reached the edge of the living room. Then she said, "Dad, watch the child for a bit, Ruiyang and I will go cook. It's getting late." My father, of course, agreed. Then I prepared to take the child, but for about ten seconds, there was silence in the living room, only the sound of the television. After a while, Li Li rushed back, her face flushed. I quickly asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" Li Li just blushed and didn't say anything. Had something happened? I was so anxious, but Li Li just wouldn't say anything! I could only cook with her, but she didn't speak, unlike before when we used to talk. She seemed distracted, her expression constantly changing. Suddenly, Li Li looked up and beckoned me over. I leaned in, thinking she wanted to whisper something, but she grabbed my ear and whispered, "Are you satisfied now? Dad saw it! I saw him blush and then lower his head. He almost forgot to pick up the child; he only realized it after I put him next to him. Now you're embarrassed, aren't you? What will Dad think of me? It's all your fault." She tightened her grip on my ear, and I didn't dare shout. I just held onto her hand and begged for mercy. I tried to comfort her and myself, saying, "Dad might not have seen that much!" Only after saying it did I realize how stupid I had been today, bringing up things I shouldn't have. And so, my ear was cruelly pulled even harder.My wife, relieved to hear me, asked, "Will Dad think I'm indecent? Will he think I'm not a good woman?" Honestly, I had no idea. But I could only reassure her, "No, Dad knows you well. You're a filial and sensible daughter-in-law. He likes you very much!" However, with our seduction plan underway, I didn't know my father's reaction. I had to find a way to find out what he thought. My wife let me go and continued cooking. We quickly prepared several dishes. Then, after my father finished eating, my wife held the baby. I wanted to hold the baby too, but my wife refused. I think she probably wanted the baby to cover her nipples. My father, meanwhile, ate with his head down. Since this was an opportunity, why not strike while the iron was hot? I knew I couldn't give my wife, myself, or my father a chance to catch their breath. So I said, "Dad, let's have a couple of drinks. We haven't had any for days." My father agreed without saying anything. I poured my father and me half a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor), a medicinal wine my father-in-law had given him to strengthen bones and improve blood circulation. After a few sips, we started chatting, and the awkwardness from the beginning of the meal gradually disappeared. I have a low alcohol tolerance; I felt dizzy after only half a glass, while my father's tolerance is quite good. However, he also became more talkative after drinking. We chatted about the past and our current jobs, just ordinary family conversation. As we relaxed, my wife relaxed too, no longer looking down, no longer preoccupied with the child or covering her chest. I inadvertently noticed that her nipples were particularly prominent on those round mounds of flesh. I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye, and I'm sure he saw it, even if he wasn't looking directly at her. Moreover, the child was in my wife's arms, which was a miscalculation on her part. Because the child was always the focus, we all looked at the child, and naturally, we also noticed her breasts. And the child, nestled in her arms, seemed to smell the milk and was used to his mother's embrace, even occasionally touching my wife's breasts with his little hands. My wife didn't seem to notice anything, but as someone watching, and my father—at least I felt my father was sensing something too—his eyes kept darting away. It was because he had something to hide that he couldn't look me in the eye. But alcohol always has an unexpected effect. Just as we were getting into a lively conversation about the children, my father blurted out, "Ruiyang, you used to be naughty in your mother's arms, always touching her everywhere!" Normally, this wouldn't have been a big deal; it would have been a perfectly normal statement. But today was different. My wife and I had those kinds of thoughts, and my father had seen my wife's firm body, her underwear, and her full buttocks. So, his words carried a different meaning today. Suddenly, all three of us froze. My wife blushed, and my father and I were already red from the alcohol. It seems that having inappropriate thoughts leads to blushing and embarrassment. I quickly racked my brains, trying to figure out how to ease the awkwardness. Let me break the silence first: "Can't you stop thinking about me? Your grandson, my son, haha!" Still awkward, I changed the subject. "Dad, how's your leg doing? I see you can walk now!" My father cleared his throat and said, "Almost there, but I'm still a little hesitant to move it; it feels a bit heavy around my ankle." I said, "Hmm, much better, but you still need to be careful not to overexert yourself. I'll apply some safflower oil for you starting tomorrow, and massage it in. It'll help with circulation." My father agreed. Just then, the child suddenly coughed a few times, making all three of us quite nervous. These days, even the slightest thing a child does affects the whole family. Actually, he had choked on some water earlier. He needed a back pat. So, my wife naturally stood up, placed the child's head on her left shoulder, supported it with her hand, and then gently patted his back with her right hand, accompanied by a slight tremor. This is a gesture every parent would make. But then something unexpected happened: her right breast, without the support of a bra, was jiggling violently. Since we were looking at the child, we could see the jiggling breast. I didn't look away. When I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye, he seemed to have just lowered his head, but I was sure he saw it. After eating for a while, the child seemed sleepy, so my wife took the child back to the bedroom to put the child to sleep. My father and I continued to have a few more drinks. My wife would probably come out for dinner later. Because my wife, who eats slowly, had also had to take care of the child. About twenty minutes later, my wife came out. This time, without the child, her nipples were even more prominent, and she seemed to be deliberately trying not to make them protrude, so she walked a little awkwardly. But she quickly came over and sat down. Because we have those dining chairs, where she sat, her breasts were just above the table, which was quite a sight. If it were before, I would have immediately grabbed them, but today, I couldn't, because my father was there. "Father, look, Li Li is here." He said to us, "Raising children is the hardest job for women. Ruiyang, you need to help Lili more, don't be lazy all the time." I agreed, but also argued, "I'm doing fine, I cook!" My father continued, "Cooking is nothing. It's just a small part of housework, you should take on more." I said "Oh," and then wondered how I could find out my father's reaction to Lili's provocation. Fueled by alcohol, I asked my father, "Dad, how did you manage to take care of me all by yourself, being both father and mother? What did you do when you were suffering? Who did you talk to?" My father seemed quite moved as he said, "Me? Although I'm a rough guy, I still went to school. I keep a diary." I remembered, my father had a box that I had never opened. Could it be that his diaries from all those years were somewhere? My father wasn't actually a rough man. I remember when I was little, I even saw articles published by my father in newspapers. I asked, "Dad, do you still remember? I think you even wrote and published an article back then!" My wife looked up at her father and said, "Dad, that's amazing!" Her tone returned to what it was before the awkwardness, like a conversation between a father and his daughter. My father thought for a moment and then said, "I still write." "That article? It's been a long, long time. It was just a small newspaper. Now I've innovated my journal writing; I write on the computer and post it online." Instantly, my wife and I were filled with respect. We never expected that our rugged father would have such an artistic side, that he would use the internet, and even write blog posts or online diaries? My wife and I stared at him. He smiled and said, "You underestimate me. I use our computer all the time, but lately my leg has been bothering me, so I haven't been able to use it for a while." I never expected my father to have this side to him. It seems that I, who claim to be a dutiful son, still don't really understand him. To see my father's diary, I said, "Is this your blog or online diary? Can I take a look?" My father replied, "You're still so old! Don't you know this is privacy? My diary is encrypted; no one should be able to see it!" I thought, "Oh, you're keeping it a secret? I can't even look?" My father said, "There's nothing much to see. I originally wanted to leave it to you as a keepsake after I'm gone, to show you how hard life is. Now it seems unnecessary; you two are both very good at managing your lives. Just consider it my way of venting my frustrations!" I realized that my father had probably written down all his feelings there. Perhaps this was a bridge to understanding my father's inner world and further fulfilling my filial duty, and also a way for me to understand his reactions to Li Li's teasing and hints. Getting the password shouldn't be difficult; after all, I'm a college graduate and a computer whiz who's played games. Thinking these things, I looked at Li Li sitting opposite me. Then, a smile seemed to appear on my lips. Li Li seemed to understand and lowered her head. The meal took a while because my father and I drank. My father sat at the table between Lili and me, while Lili and I faced each other. After dinner, my father wandered around the living room to digest, while Lili and I quickly tidied up, seemingly eager to get back to our bedroom. Lili, on the other hand, ran between the balcony and the living room several times to clean the house. Each time she returned, her face was flushed, because she had to walk past her father-in-law with her chest puffed out and nipples sticking out, and those two seemed to have been dancing particularly wildly that night.Tie, I knew I couldn't give my wife, myself, or my father a chance to catch their breath. So I said, "Dad, let's have a couple of drinks. We haven't had one in days." Dad agreed without saying anything. I poured half a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor) for my father and me; it was a medicinal liquor my father-in-law had given him, good for strengthening bones and improving blood circulation. After a few sips, we started chatting, and the awkwardness from the beginning of the meal gradually disappeared. I have a low alcohol tolerance; I felt dizzy after only half a glass, while my father's tolerance was quite good. However, he also became more talkative after drinking. We talked about the past, about our current jobs, just ordinary family conversation. We relaxed, and my wife relaxed too, no longer looking down, no longer focusing solely on the child or covering her chest. I inadvertently noticed that her nipple was particularly prominent on that round mound of flesh. I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye; I'm sure he saw it out of the corner of his eye, even though he didn't look directly at me. Moreover, the child was in my wife's arms—a miscalculation on her part. Because the child is always the focus, we all looked at her, and naturally, we glanced at her breasts. The child, nestled in her arms, seemed to smell the milk and was used to his mother's embrace, occasionally touching my wife's breasts with his little hands. My wife didn't seem to notice, but as for me and my father—at least I think my father felt something was amiss—his eyes kept darting away, because he felt guilty and dared not look directly. But alcohol always has an unexpected effect. Just as we were enthusiastically talking about the child, my father blurted out, "Ruiyang, you used to be naughty in your mother's arms too, touching everything!" Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, just a normal statement. But today was different; something had changed. My wife and I had those thoughts, and my father had seen my wife's firm body, her underwear, and her full hips, so his words carried a different meaning today. Suddenly, all three of us froze. My wife blushed, and my father and I were already red from the alcohol. It seems that having any inappropriate thoughts makes one blush and feel embarrassed. I quickly racked my brains for a way to ease the awkwardness. First, I tried to break the silence: "Can you stop thinking about me? Your grandson, my son, haha!" Still awkward, I changed the subject. "Dad, how's your leg? I see you can walk now!" My father cleared his throat and said, "Almost there, but I'm still a little hesitant to move it; my ankle feels a bit heavy." I said, "Hmm, much better, but you still need to be careful not to overexert yourself. I'll apply some safflower oil for you starting tomorrow, and massage it in. It'll help with circulation." My father agreed. Just then, the child suddenly coughed a few times, making all three of us quite nervous. These days, even the slightest thing a child does affects the whole family. Actually, he had choked on some water earlier. He needed a back pat. So, my wife naturally stood up, placed the child's head on her left shoulder, supported it with her hand, and then gently patted his back with her right hand, accompanied by a slight tremor. This is a gesture every parent would make. But then something unexpected happened: her right breast, without the support of a bra, was jiggling violently. Since we were looking at the child, we could see the jiggling. I didn't look away. When I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye, he seemed to have just looked down, but I was sure he saw it. After eating for a while, the child seemed sleepy, so my wife took the child back to the bedroom to put the child to sleep. My father and I continued drinking a few more glasses; my wife would probably come out for dinner later. She's a slow eater, and she had to take care of the child earlier. About twenty minutes later, my wife came out. This time, without the child, her nipples were even more prominent, and she seemed to be deliberately trying not to make them protrude, making her walk a little awkward. But she quickly came over and sat down. Because we have those dining chairs, her breasts were just above the table, which was quite a sight. If it were before, I would have immediately grabbed them, but today, I couldn't, because my father was there. "Father, look, Li Li is here." He said to us, "Raising children is the hardest job for women. Ruiyang, you need to help Lili more, don't be lazy all the time." I agreed, but also argued, "I'm doing fine, I cook!" My father continued, "Cooking is nothing. It's just a small part of housework, you should take on more." I said "Oh," and then wondered how I could find out my father's reaction to Lili's provocation. Fueled by alcohol, I asked my father, "Dad, how did you manage to take care of me all by yourself, being both father and mother? What did you do when you were suffering? Who did you talk to?" My father seemed quite moved as he said, "Me? Although I'm a rough guy, I still went to school. I keep a diary." I remembered, my father had a box that I had never opened. Could it be that his diaries from all those years were somewhere? My father wasn't actually a rough man. I remember when I was little, I even saw articles published by my father in newspapers. I asked, "Dad, do you still remember? I think you even wrote and published an article back then!" My wife looked up at her father and said, "Dad, that's amazing!" Her tone returned to what it was before the awkwardness, like a conversation between a father and his daughter. My father thought for a moment and then said, "I still write." "That article? It's been a long, long time. It was just a small newspaper. Now I've innovated my journal writing; I write on the computer and post it online." Instantly, my wife and I were filled with respect. We never expected that our rugged father would have such an artistic side, that he would use the internet, and even write blog posts or online diaries? My wife and I stared at him. He smiled and said, "You underestimate me. I use our computer all the time, but lately my leg has been bothering me, so I haven't been able to use it for a while." I never expected my father to have this side to him. It seems that I, who claim to be a dutiful son, still don't really understand him. To see my father's diary, I said, "Is this your blog or online diary? Can I take a look?" My father replied, "You're still so old! Don't you know this is privacy? My diary is encrypted; no one should be able to see it!" I thought, "Oh, you're keeping it a secret? I can't even look?" My father said, "There's nothing much to see. I originally wanted to leave it to you as a keepsake after I'm gone, to show you how hard life is. Now it seems unnecessary; you two are both very good at managing your lives. Just consider it my way of venting my frustrations!" I realized that my father had probably written down all his feelings there. Perhaps this was a bridge to understanding my father's inner world and further fulfilling my filial duty, and also a way for me to understand his reactions to Li Li's teasing and hints. Getting the password shouldn't be difficult; after all, I'm a college graduate and a computer whiz who's played games. Thinking these things, I looked at Li Li sitting opposite me. Then, a smile seemed to appear on my lips. Li Li seemed to understand and lowered her head. The meal took a while because my father and I drank. My father sat at the table between Lili and me, while Lili and I faced each other. After dinner, my father wandered around the living room to digest, while Lili and I quickly tidied up, seemingly eager to get back to our bedroom. Lili, on the other hand, ran between the balcony and the living room several times to clean the house. Each time she returned, her face was flushed, because she had to walk past her father-in-law with her chest puffed out and nipples sticking out, and those two seemed to have been dancing particularly wildly that night.Tie, I knew I couldn't give my wife, myself, or my father a chance to catch their breath. So I said, "Dad, let's have a couple of drinks. We haven't had one in days." Dad agreed without saying anything. I poured half a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor) for my father and me; it was a medicinal liquor my father-in-law had given him, good for strengthening bones and improving blood circulation. After a few sips, we started chatting, and the awkwardness from the beginning of the meal gradually disappeared. I have a low alcohol tolerance; I felt dizzy after only half a glass, while my father's tolerance was quite good. However, he also became more talkative after drinking. We talked about the past, about our current jobs, just ordinary family conversation. We relaxed, and my wife relaxed too, no longer looking down, no longer focusing solely on the child or covering her chest. I inadvertently noticed that her nipple was particularly prominent on that round mound of flesh. I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye; I'm sure he saw it out of the corner of his eye, even though he didn't look directly at me. Moreover, the child was in my wife's arms—a miscalculation on her part. Because the child is always the focus, we all looked at her, and naturally, we glanced at her breasts. The child, nestled in her arms, seemed to smell the milk and was used to his mother's embrace, occasionally touching my wife's breasts with his little hands. My wife didn't seem to notice, but as for me and my father—at least I think my father felt something was amiss—his eyes kept darting away, because he felt guilty and dared not look directly. But alcohol always has an unexpected effect. Just as we were enthusiastically talking about the child, my father blurted out, "Ruiyang, you used to be naughty in your mother's arms too, touching everything!" Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, just a normal statement. But today was different; something had changed. My wife and I had those thoughts, and my father had seen my wife's firm body, her underwear, and her full hips, so his words carried a different meaning today. Suddenly, all three of us froze. My wife blushed, and my father and I were already red from the alcohol. It seems that having any inappropriate thoughts makes one blush and feel embarrassed. I quickly racked my brains for a way to ease the awkwardness. First, I tried to break the silence: "Can you stop thinking about me? Your grandson, my son, haha!" Still awkward, I changed the subject. "Dad, how's your leg? I see you can walk now!" My father cleared his throat and said, "Almost there, but I'm still a little hesitant to move it; my ankle feels a bit heavy." I said, "Hmm, much better, but you still need to be careful not to overexert yourself. I'll apply some safflower oil for you starting tomorrow, and massage it in. It'll help with circulation." My father agreed. Just then, the child suddenly coughed a few times, making all three of us quite nervous. These days, even the slightest thing a child does affects the whole family. Actually, he had choked on some water earlier. He needed a back pat. So, my wife naturally stood up, placed the child's head on her left shoulder, supported it with her hand, and then gently patted his back with her right hand, accompanied by a slight tremor. This is a gesture every parent would make. But then something unexpected happened: her right breast, without the support of a bra, was jiggling violently. Since we were looking at the child, we could see the jiggling. I didn't look away. When I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye, he seemed to have just looked down, but I was sure he saw it. After eating for a while, the child seemed sleepy, so my wife took the child back to the bedroom to put the child to sleep. My father and I continued drinking a few more glasses; my wife would probably come out for dinner later. She's a slow eater, and she had to take care of the child earlier. About twenty minutes later, my wife came out. This time, without the child, her nipples were even more prominent, and she seemed to be deliberately trying not to make them protrude, making her walk a little awkward. But she quickly came over and sat down. Because we have those dining chairs, her breasts were just above the table, which was quite a sight. If it were before, I would have immediately grabbed them, but today, I couldn't, because my father was there. "Father, look, Li Li is here." He said to us, "Raising children is the hardest job for women. Ruiyang, you need to help Lili more, don't be lazy all the time." I agreed, but also argued, "I'm doing fine, I cook!" My father continued, "Cooking is nothing. It's just a small part of housework, you should take on more." I said "Oh," and then wondered how I could find out my father's reaction to Lili's provocation. Fueled by alcohol, I asked my father, "Dad, how did you manage to take care of me all by yourself, being both father and mother? What did you do when you were suffering? Who did you talk to?" My father seemed quite moved as he said, "Me? Although I'm a rough guy, I still went to school. I keep a diary." I remembered, my father had a box that I had never opened. Could it be that his diaries from all those years were somewhere? My father wasn't actually a rough man. I remember when I was little, I even saw articles published by my father in newspapers. I asked, "Dad, do you still remember? I think you even wrote and published an article back then!" My wife looked up at her father and said, "Dad, that's amazing!" Her tone returned to what it was before the awkwardness, like a conversation between a father and his daughter. My father thought for a moment and then said, "I still write." "That article? It's been a long, long time. It was just a small newspaper. Now I've innovated my journal writing; I write on the computer and post it online." Instantly, my wife and I were filled with respect. We never expected that our rugged father would have such an artistic side, that he would use the internet, and even write blog posts or online diaries? My wife and I stared at him. He smiled and said, "You underestimate me. I use our computer all the time, but lately my leg has been bothering me, so I haven't been able to use it for a while." I never expected my father to have this side to him. It seems that I, who claim to be a dutiful son, still don't really understand him. To see my father's diary, I said, "Is this your blog or online diary? Can I take a look?" My father replied, "You're still so old! Don't you know this is privacy? My diary is encrypted; no one should be able to see it!" I thought, "Oh, you're keeping it a secret? I can't even look?" My father said, "There's nothing much to see. I originally wanted to leave it to you as a keepsake after I'm gone, to show you how hard life is. Now it seems unnecessary; you two are both very good at managing your lives. Just consider it my way of venting my frustrations!" I realized that my father had probably written down all his feelings there. Perhaps this was a bridge to understanding my father's inner world and further fulfilling my filial duty, and also a way for me to understand his reactions to Li Li's teasing and hints. Getting the password shouldn't be difficult; after all, I'm a college graduate and a computer whiz who's played games. Thinking these things, I looked at Li Li sitting opposite me. Then, a smile seemed to appear on my lips. Li Li seemed to understand and lowered her head. The meal took a while because my father and I drank. My father sat at the table between Lili and me, while Lili and I faced each other. After dinner, my father wandered around the living room to digest, while Lili and I quickly tidied up, seemingly eager to get back to our bedroom. Lili, on the other hand, ran between the balcony and the living room several times to clean the house. Each time she returned, her face was flushed, because she had to walk past her father-in-law with her chest puffed out and nipples sticking out, and those two seemed to have been dancing particularly wildly that night.But alcohol always seems to have an unexpected effect. Just as we were getting into a lively conversation about the children, my father blurted out, "Ruiyang, you used to be quite mischievous in your mother's arms, always touching her everywhere!" Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal; it would be a perfectly normal statement. But today was different. My wife and I had those kinds of thoughts, and my father had seen my wife's firm body, her underwear, and her full hips. So, today, his words carried a different meaning. Suddenly, all three of us froze. My wife blushed, and my father and I were already red from the alcohol. It seems that having inappropriate thoughts can cause blushing and embarrassment. I quickly racked my brains, trying to figure out how to defuse the awkward situation. Let me break the silence first: "Can't you stop thinking about me? Your grandson, my son, haha!" Still awkward, I changed the subject. "Dad, how's your leg doing? I see you can walk now!" My father cleared his throat and said, "Almost there, but I'm still a little hesitant to move it; it feels a bit heavy around my ankle." I said, "Hmm, much better, but you still need to be careful not to overexert yourself. I'll apply some safflower oil for you starting tomorrow, and massage it in. It'll help with circulation." My father agreed. Just then, the child suddenly coughed a few times, making all three of us quite nervous. These days, even the slightest thing a child does affects the whole family. Actually, he had choked on some water earlier. He needed a back pat. So, my wife naturally stood up, placed the child's head on her left shoulder, supported it with her hand, and then gently patted his back with her right hand, accompanied by a slight tremor. This is a gesture every parent would make. But then something unexpected happened: her right breast, without the support of a bra, was jiggling violently. Since we were looking at the child, we could see the jiggling breast. I didn't look away. When I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye, he seemed to have just lowered his head, but I was sure he saw it. After eating for a while, the child seemed sleepy, so my wife took the child back to the bedroom to put the child to sleep. My father and I continued to have a few more drinks. My wife would probably come out for dinner later. Because my wife, who eats slowly, had also had to take care of the child. About twenty minutes later, my wife came out. This time, without the child, her nipples were even more prominent, and she seemed to be deliberately trying not to make them protrude, so she walked a little awkwardly. But she quickly came over and sat down. Because we have those dining chairs, where she sat, her breasts were just above the table, which was quite a sight. If it were before, I would have immediately grabbed them, but today, I couldn't, because my father was there. "Father, look, Li Li is here." He said to us, "Raising children is the hardest job for women. Ruiyang, you need to help Lili more, don't be lazy all the time." I agreed, but also argued, "I'm doing fine, I cook!" My father continued, "Cooking is nothing. It's just a small part of housework, you should take on more." I said "Oh," and then wondered how I could find out my father's reaction to Lili's provocation. Fueled by alcohol, I asked my father, "Dad, how did you manage to take care of me all by yourself, being both father and mother? What did you do when you were suffering? Who did you talk to?" My father seemed quite moved as he said, "Me? Although I'm a rough guy, I still went to school. I keep a diary." I remembered, my father had a box that I had never opened. Could it be that his diaries from all those years were somewhere? My father wasn't actually a rough man. I remember when I was little, I even saw articles published by my father in newspapers. I asked, "Dad, do you still remember? I think you even wrote and published an article back then!" My wife looked up at her father and said, "Dad, that's amazing!" Her tone returned to what it was before the awkwardness, like a conversation between a father and his daughter. My father thought for a moment and then said, "I still write." "That article? It's been a long, long time. It was just a small newspaper. Now I've innovated my journal writing; I write on the computer and post it online." Instantly, my wife and I were filled with respect. We never expected that our rugged father would have such an artistic side, that he would use the internet, and even write blog posts or online diaries? My wife and I stared at him. He smiled and said, "You underestimate me. I use our computer all the time, but lately my leg has been bothering me, so I haven't been able to use it for a while." I never expected my father to have this side to him. It seems that I, who claim to be a dutiful son, still don't really understand him. To see my father's diary, I said, "Is this your blog or online diary? Can I take a look?" My father replied, "You're still so old! Don't you know this is privacy? My diary is encrypted; no one should be able to see it!" I thought, "Oh, you're keeping it a secret? I can't even look?" My father said, "There's nothing much to see. I originally wanted to leave it to you as a keepsake after I'm gone, to show you how hard life is. Now it seems unnecessary; you two are both very good at managing your lives. Just consider it my way of venting my frustrations!" I realized that my father had probably written down all his feelings there. Perhaps this was a bridge to understanding my father's inner world and further fulfilling my filial duty, and also a way for me to understand his reactions to Li Li's teasing and hints. Getting the password shouldn't be difficult; after all, I'm a college graduate and a computer whiz who's played games. Thinking these things, I looked at Li Li sitting opposite me. Then, a smile seemed to appear on my lips. Li Li seemed to understand and lowered her head. The meal took a while because my father and I drank. My father sat at the table between Lili and me, while Lili and I faced each other. After dinner, my father wandered around the living room to digest, while Lili and I quickly tidied up, seemingly eager to get back to our bedroom. Lili, on the other hand, ran between the balcony and the living room several times to clean the house. Each time she returned, her face was flushed, because she had to walk past her father-in-law with her chest puffed out and nipples sticking out, and those two seemed to have been dancing particularly wildly that night.But alcohol always seems to have an unexpected effect. Just as we were getting into a lively conversation about the children, my father blurted out, "Ruiyang, you used to be quite mischievous in your mother's arms, always touching her everywhere!" Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal; it would be a perfectly normal statement. But today was different. My wife and I had those kinds of thoughts, and my father had seen my wife's firm body, her underwear, and her full hips. So, today, his words carried a different meaning. Suddenly, all three of us froze. My wife blushed, and my father and I were already red from the alcohol. It seems that having inappropriate thoughts can cause blushing and embarrassment. I quickly racked my brains, trying to figure out how to defuse the awkward situation. Let me break the silence first: "Can't you stop thinking about me? Your grandson, my son, haha!" Still awkward, I changed the subject. "Dad, how's your leg doing? I see you can walk now!" My father cleared his throat and said, "Almost there, but I'm still a little hesitant to move it; it feels a bit heavy around my ankle." I said, "Hmm, much better, but you still need to be careful not to overexert yourself. I'll apply some safflower oil for you starting tomorrow, and massage it in. It'll help with circulation." My father agreed. Just then, the child suddenly coughed a few times, making all three of us quite nervous. These days, even the slightest thing a child does affects the whole family. Actually, he had choked on some water earlier. He needed a back pat. So, my wife naturally stood up, placed the child's head on her left shoulder, supported it with her hand, and then gently patted his back with her right hand, accompanied by a slight tremor. This is a gesture every parent would make. But then something unexpected happened: her right breast, without the support of a bra, was jiggling violently. Since we were looking at the child, we could see the jiggling breast. I didn't look away. When I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye, he seemed to have just lowered his head, but I was sure he saw it. After eating for a while, the child seemed sleepy, so my wife took the child back to the bedroom to put the child to sleep. My father and I continued to have a few more drinks. My wife would probably come out for dinner later. Because my wife, who eats slowly, had also had to take care of the child. About twenty minutes later, my wife came out. This time, without the child, her nipples were even more prominent, and she seemed to be deliberately trying not to make them protrude, so she walked a little awkwardly. But she quickly came over and sat down. Because we have those dining chairs, where she sat, her breasts were just above the table, which was quite a sight. If it were before, I would have immediately grabbed them, but today, I couldn't, because my father was there. "Father, look, Li Li is here." He said to us, "Raising children is the hardest job for women. Ruiyang, you need to help Lili more, don't be lazy all the time." I agreed, but also argued, "I'm doing fine, I cook!" My father continued, "Cooking is nothing. It's just a small part of housework, you should take on more." I said "Oh," and then wondered how I could find out my father's reaction to Lili's provocation. Fueled by alcohol, I asked my father, "Dad, how did you manage to take care of me all by yourself, being both father and mother? What did you do when you were suffering? Who did you talk to?" My father seemed quite moved as he said, "Me? Although I'm a rough guy, I still went to school. I keep a diary." I remembered, my father had a box that I had never opened. Could it be that his diaries from all those years were somewhere? My father wasn't actually a rough man. I remember when I was little, I even saw articles published by my father in newspapers. I asked, "Dad, do you still remember? I think you even wrote and published an article back then!" My wife looked up at her father and said, "Dad, that's amazing!" Her tone returned to what it was before the awkwardness, like a conversation between a father and his daughter. My father thought for a moment and then said, "I still write." "That article? It's been a long, long time. It was just a small newspaper. Now I've innovated my journal writing; I write on the computer and post it online." Instantly, my wife and I were filled with respect. We never expected that our rugged father would have such an artistic side, that he would use the internet, and even write blog posts or online diaries? My wife and I stared at him. He smiled and said, "You underestimate me. I use our computer all the time, but lately my leg has been bothering me, so I haven't been able to use it for a while." I never expected my father to have this side to him. It seems that I, who claim to be a dutiful son, still don't really understand him. To see my father's diary, I said, "Is this your blog or online diary? Can I take a look?" My father replied, "You're still so old! Don't you know this is privacy? My diary is encrypted; no one should be able to see it!" I thought, "Oh, you're keeping it a secret? I can't even look?" My father said, "There's nothing much to see. I originally wanted to leave it to you as a keepsake after I'm gone, to show you how hard life is. Now it seems unnecessary; you two are both very good at managing your lives. Just consider it my way of venting my frustrations!" I realized that my father had probably written down all his feelings there. Perhaps this was a bridge to understanding my father's inner world and further fulfilling my filial duty, and also a way for me to understand his reactions to Li Li's teasing and hints. Getting the password shouldn't be difficult; after all, I'm a college graduate and a computer whiz who's played games. Thinking these things, I looked at Li Li sitting opposite me. Then, a smile seemed to appear on my lips. Li Li seemed to understand and lowered her head. The meal took a while because my father and I drank. My father sat at the table between Lili and me, while Lili and I faced each other. After dinner, my father wandered around the living room to digest, while Lili and I quickly tidied up, seemingly eager to get back to our bedroom. Lili, on the other hand, ran between the balcony and the living room several times to clean the house. Each time she returned, her face was flushed, because she had to walk past her father-in-law with her chest puffed out and nipples sticking out, and those two seemed to have been dancing particularly wildly that night.My wife continued, "Cooking is nothing. It's just a small part of housework; you should take on more." I said "Oh," and then wondered how I could gauge my father's reaction to Li Li's provocation. Emboldened by the alcohol, I asked him, "Dad, how did you manage taking care of me all by yourself, being both father and mother? What did you do when you were heartbroken? Who did you talk to?" My father seemed quite moved as he said, "Me? Although I'm a roughneck, I did go to school. I kept a diary." I remembered—my father had a box I'd never opened. Could his diaries from all those years be somewhere? My father wasn't actually a roughneck. I remember seeing articles he published in newspapers when I was little. I asked, "Dad, do you still remember? I think you even published some articles back then!" My wife looked up at my father and said, "Dad, that's amazing!" Her tone returned to what it was before the awkwardness, like a conversation between a father and his daughter. My father thought for a moment, then said, "I still write." "That article? It's been a long, long time. It was just a small newspaper. Now I've innovated my journal writing; I write it on the computer and post it online." My wife and I were immediately filled with respect. We never expected our ruggedly handsome father to have such an artistic side—he even uses the internet and writes blogs or online diaries! My wife and I stared at him. He smiled and said, "You underestimate me. I use our computer often, but lately my legs have been bothering me, so I haven't been able to use it." I never expected this side of my father. It seems I, who claim to be filial, still don't understand him at all. To see his diary, I said to him, "Is it a blog or an online diary? Can I take a look?" My father said, "You're still so old! Don't you know this is privacy? My diary is encrypted; no one should be able to see it!" Oh, you keep it a secret? I can't even look? My father said, "There's nothing much to see. I originally planned to leave it to you as a keepsake after I'm gone, to show you how hard life is. But it seems unnecessary now, you two are both very good at managing your finances. Just consider it my way of venting my frustrations!" I realized that my father had probably written down all his feelings in it. Perhaps this was a bridge for me to understand my father's inner world and further fulfill my filial duty, and also a way for me to understand my father's reaction to Li Li's teasing and hints. Getting this code shouldn't be difficult, after all, I'm a college graduate and a computer whiz who's played games. I thought to myself, then looked at Li Li sitting opposite me. Then, a smile seemed to appear on my lips. Li Li seemed to understand and lowered her head. This meal took a long time because my father and I were drinking. My father sat at the table between Li Li and me, while Li Li and I faced each other. After the meal, my father wandered around the living room to digest his food, while Li Li and I quickly cleaned up, seemingly wanting to get back to our bedroom as soon as possible. Li Li ran to the balcony and living room several times because she had to tidy up the house. Each time she came back, her face was flushed because she had to walk past her father-in-law with her chest out and nipples sticking out, and those two seemed to be dancing particularly happily tonight.My wife continued, "Cooking is nothing. It's just a small part of housework; you should take on more." I said "Oh," and then wondered how I could gauge my father's reaction to Li Li's provocation. Emboldened by the alcohol, I asked him, "Dad, how did you manage taking care of me all by yourself, being both father and mother? What did you do when you were heartbroken? Who did you talk to?" My father seemed quite moved as he said, "Me? Although I'm a roughneck, I did go to school. I kept a diary." I remembered—my father had a box I'd never opened. Could his diaries from all those years be somewhere? My father wasn't actually a roughneck. I remember seeing articles he published in newspapers when I was little. I asked, "Dad, do you still remember? I think you even published some articles back then!" My wife looked up at my father and said, "Dad, that's amazing!" Her tone returned to what it was before the awkwardness, like a conversation between a father and his daughter. My father thought for a moment, then said, "I still write." "That article? It's been a long, long time. It was just a small newspaper. Now I've innovated my journal writing; I write it on the computer and post it online." My wife and I were immediately filled with respect. We never expected our ruggedly handsome father to have such an artistic side—he even uses the internet and writes blogs or online diaries! My wife and I stared at him. He smiled and said, "You underestimate me. I use our computer often, but lately my legs have been bothering me, so I haven't been able to use it." I never expected this side of my father. It seems I, who claim to be filial, still don't understand him at all. To see his diary, I said to him, "Is it a blog or an online diary? Can I take a look?" My father said, "You're still so old! Don't you know this is privacy? My diary is encrypted; no one should be able to see it!" Oh, you keep it a secret? I can't even look? My father said, "There's nothing much to see. I originally planned to leave it to you as a keepsake after I'm gone, to show you how hard life is. But it seems unnecessary now, you two are both very good at managing your finances. Just consider it my way of venting my frustrations!" I realized that my father had probably written down all his feelings in it. Perhaps this was a bridge for me to understand my father's inner world and further fulfill my filial duty, and also a way for me to understand my father's reaction to Li Li's teasing and hints. Getting this code shouldn't be difficult, after all, I'm a college graduate and a computer whiz who's played games. I thought to myself, then looked at Li Li sitting opposite me. Then, a smile seemed to appear on my lips. Li Li seemed to understand and lowered her head. This meal took a long time because my father and I were drinking. My father sat at the table between Li Li and me, while Li Li and I faced each other. After the meal, my father wandered around the living room to digest his food, while Li Li and I quickly cleaned up, seemingly wanting to get back to our bedroom as soon as possible. Li Li ran to the balcony and living room several times because she had to tidy up the house. Each time she came back, her face was flushed because she had to walk past her father-in-law with her chest out and nipples sticking out, and those two seemed to be dancing particularly happily tonight.
Chapter Six Author: My lustful heart burned like fire. An unexpected encounter, coupled with escalating tensions, led to an astonishingly rapid progress in just one night. Back in the bedroom, I quickly checked on the child. Then, I pinned Lili against the wall. I wanted to see if, like in the novels, she was aroused by this exposure. When I reached for her genitals, she seemed to understand what I was about to do. She tried to push me away, but it was too late; my hand was already on her through her underwear. She was already very wet; the body doesn't lie. Lili was excited by this stimulation. After being touched, she didn't hold back, reaching for my genitals. Before she touched my penis, I felt a soft sensation, the kind of stimulating, heart-pounding feeling that comes with every thought. I can't remember if I had an erection, because I was so tense and excited that I didn't pay attention to my body's changes. But I think, judging from the fluid secreted from the glans, I did have an erection. But when Lili touched my penis, it sprang to life and instantly became erect. Lili looked at me, our eyes met, and a smile seemed to appear on our lips before we embraced and kissed. I don't know where it came from, but even though we hadn't had normal, regular sex for a long time, it seemed like we were trying to make up for the lack of sex in the past two years. The frequency of our sex life had increased significantly, and it was incredibly passionate. Although we didn't admit it to ourselves or ask each other, we knew that, like our bodies had reacted just now, we were stimulated in this process. At least we were happy while we were having sex. I don't know what it will feel like after what we did later, but right now we are happy. My thoughts were racing, and so was my body. I pressed my wife against the wall, grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, raised them high, and pressed them firmly against the wall. Even without much effort, she wouldn't let go. I lowered my head and kissed her neck, biting her nipple through her clothes. I bit, of course, not really bit, but I did use my teeth to hold it in my mouth. My wife's clothes were wet with saliva, revealing two small nipples protruding, their deep pink areolas and erect nipples clearly visible. Looking at them, I recalled how my wife's heavy breasts had jiggled earlier, her nipples so clearly exposed. With my other hand, I gently kneaded them, then looked at my wife's face and chuckled softly. My wife sensed something was wrong, opened her closed eyes, looked down, then at my gaze. She knew what I meant: her father-in-law had seen this, and I was thinking about it and laughing. She pouted, then pressed me against the wall and took off my shirt. She tried to press my arms up to hers, but because she wasn't as tall, she couldn't succeed, though she managed a similar motion. Then she licked my nipples with her tongue. I cried out, "No! It tickles!" I was genuinely terrified; I'm extremely ticklish, especially by such gentle touches. My wife knew I was afraid of this; she was getting revenge. I quickly begged for mercy, but she wouldn't give up. I had to use force. I separated my hands, grabbed my wife's hands, and took off her pajamas, leaving her only in her underwear. I pulled those off too, then pressed her against the wall again. She tried to resist, but she wasn't as strong as me. Plus, I kept kissing her deeply, focusing on her sensitive areas. Soon, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the caresses. From her forearms, face, and neck, past her breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs, down to her knees, I didn't miss a single inch of her skin. My wife's deep breaths and soft moans began to fill the air again. I stood up, still pressing her arms against the wall with one hand, and lifted one of her legs with the other. Then I brought my genitals close to her body; she knew I wanted to penetrate her. So, she stood on tiptoe, trying to rise as high as possible, our genitals working together to find each other. I also lifted my wife's arms as high as possible to prevent her from getting too tired. I also lifted the hand holding her leg. Although there was still some distance, I bent slightly and found my wife's vaginal opening. Without hesitation, I pushed the head of my penis open a little and then thrust it all the way in. My wife let out a soft "Oh!", a sound of long-awaited bliss. Then came the collision of our bodies, heavy breathing, and soft moans filling the bedroom. The greater the stimulation, the faster it went. Less than ten minutes into the thrusting, a tense pleasure surged through my perineum. I held my wife tightly, thrusting violently until I ejaculated. My wife, seemingly stimulated by the intense thrusting and the hot semen, also clung to me, releasing her own fluids. Another simultaneous climax. I lowered my wife's legs, my penis sliding out of her vagina. Semen and her fluids flowed down her legs. Neither of us wanted to move, still embracing and panting, both feeling the exquisite pleasure of sex. After the passion, a hot shower followed. The slightly scalding water washed away the sweat and the pounding emotions, slowly calming us down. We remained silent, lost in thought. We went to bed, but there was no usual embrace. We lay on either side of the bed, our bodies not touching, staring at the ceiling, unsure whether it was the regret of the wild night or the awkwardness after passion. Without realizing it, I reached out to my wife, my hand brushing against hers. I felt both hands tremble slightly, but we still clasped together. Then we turned to face each other, looking into each other's eyes. It was as if we could see right through each other's hearts, because so much had happened that night. Although we had pushed things to the extreme, my wife's body, aided by the rain, had been seen clearly by another man, even through that sheer, glass-like dress. He had seen not only her body, but also her full buttocks, those large, lace panties barely visible beneath them. Her breasts had trembled all night, her nipples erect. Though not exposed, those protruding points were so conspicuous, even glaring. And that other man was my father, my wife's father-in-law. This was against morality and ethics; we had pushed our boundaries, and our lives would inevitably change because of it. After much deliberation, nothing could stop him from his initial intention. A smile was offered to his wife, and she returned a sweet smile. "Lili, I love you. Thank you for everything." "Ruiyang, I love you too. I'd give anything for you." They drew closer and embraced. At that moment, no words were needed. They knew what the other was thinking. Holding each other, listening to each other's breath, feeling each other's heartbeats, they fell asleep together, welcoming the arrival of another dawn. The next morning, his wife got up and naturally put on the pajamas she had worn the night before. She was less shy, but her face was still flushed. However, when walking in front of her father, she no longer lowered her head so much. Her prominent nipples stood proudly on her trembling breasts. Everything seemed ordinary, yet extraordinary, because of his wife's attire, because of what had happened the night before. Following her daily routine, she took care of the children, ate breakfast, took the children to school, and then went to work. My father, seemingly shifting from initially avoiding eye contact to later accepting things as they were, still wouldn't look directly at my wife. Those two points seemed to be a challenge to him, even though they were specifically designed for him, he didn't understand why. Palpitations and excitement lead to fatigue, and last night, after such a tiring night, my wife and I slept very well, seemingly without dreams, as if sleepwalking. Today I feel good, and work isn't busy. So, I sent my wife a message. "Honey, what are you doing?" "Nothing, just spacing out!" "Still thinking about what happened last night?" "Hmph, I didn't expose anything, not a single spot!" "If you didn't expose anything, why are you blushing and trembling?" "Aren't you the same?" "Haha!" "Hehe!" I asked again, "Wife, what did it feel like when Dad saw your naked body, your nipples, and your trembling breasts after you got soaked?" My wife thought for a while and replied, "I didn't see anything naked, I was wearing underwear and outer clothes! Humph! Because of what you said when I was in the rain, I didn't dare to look up when I came in, I kept my head down looking at the ground, my face burning. Although I didn't see it, I could feel Dad's gaze. Then I gave Dad my bag and quickly turned away, but I didn't expect that after I turned around, my…" I quickly said, "You didn't expect your butt to be seen, did you!" My wife sent a slapping emoji, and then continued, "In the bathroom, after you told me, I felt very remorseful, I shouldn't have listened to you, but…" I spoke for her again, saying, "But it was a little exciting, a little exciting?" My wife replied, "Yeah, a little. But, since you're the only one who's ever seen my body, when you let me choose my pajamas, I chose the tight one. But I didn't expect my breasts to jiggle so badly. I didn't even know if my body was trembling. I was so nervous. It felt like so many eyes were staring at me, especially there. It felt like I had a fever. And let me tell you a secret, don't laugh at me, but you can say anything! While we were eating, I kept my legs tightly closed, and then there…" I still had to speak for her, women are naturally more reserved: "…it leaked love fluid!"My wife sent several punches. Then she asked me, "How did you feel? Don't hold back, tell me the truth." I thought for a moment and confessed everything: "When I was letting you go up in the elevator, I was in agony downstairs. Even though it was only five minutes, it felt like an eternity. I was imagining your alluring body, your outer garment practically nonexistent, revealing your underwear. Actually, I think it was even sexier than if you were completely naked. Another man, my father, was watching, and I was so nervous, like my heart was pounding, and my hands were sweating. When I got up, I sensed something was wrong with my father. When I saw your body in the bathroom, it reminded me of how my father had seen my body just minutes before. So, I used your bent-over position and penetrated you from behind. To be honest, I imagined you being penetrated like that by my father, and I felt very excited. What about you?" My wife sent a blushing emoji and said, "I fantasized about it too." I continued, "And when you were wearing that tight dress that accentuated your nipples, seeing your and your father's expressions made me feel really awkward, which is why I suggested we have some drinks. And when the child grabbed your breasts, it was incredibly stimulating; I'm sure Dad saw it. And you came out wearing it again after dropping the child off—I never expected that." My wife said, "If I didn't wear that, wouldn't it be even more awkward if I changed?" I suddenly realized, "Yes, we were about to rest, and changing clothes would only emphasize what we were wearing, making it awkward. When I touched your wetness, I knew you felt a thrill; maybe our choice was right, it was a stimulating and enjoyable experience." My wife blushed and then asked me, "Let me ask you a question. Our frequent lovemaking these past few days, is it because of the stimulation, or because you feel I'm about to be possessed by another man, and you want to cherish me before that happens?" My wife's question was really sharp. How could I answer that? Being stimulated naturally makes me want to have sex, but isn't that a factor too strong? After all, my wife's beautiful body belongs to me alone. For so long, it's been about possessive love; love is selfish. Like many cuckoldry novels that emphasize the first time, that first penetration is incredibly impactful. And do I want to possess her a few more times before that first time? My answer was: "Both, I guess. This kind of stimulation can't be achieved by reading novels or watching AVs, so stimulation makes you want to make love. And since your body belongs to me, when it's about to be shared, it will naturally be cherished even more." My wife responded with a shy smile. After a while, I said to my wife, "By the way, Dad mentioned the diary, the online diary. Let's try to find out what he thinks about this." My wife replied, "Reading Dad's diary is a matter of privacy. Is that okay? Besides, he lives with us, and our computer is in the bedroom. He has nowhere to write!" My wife is quite clever. I continued, "Hmm, you're right. Let's go to Dad's house at noon and see if we can find the diary's address and password on his computer! Or, how about we buy Dad a laptop so he can use it at our house?" My wife said, "You're really going to lose money!" I said, "I'm willing to spend money on my wife, why wouldn't I be willing to spend money on a laptop!" My wife didn't reply, but just sent me a bomb icon. At noon, I told both sets of parents that I had something to do and wouldn't be visiting the children or coming home for lunch. I asked my in-laws to bring my father some food. I ate something near my father's house and then went directly to his house to find the address and password for the online diary. Although my father knew about online journaling and passwords, he was still quite old and had only recently started using computers. He wasn't very knowledgeable about security or clearing caches, so he easily found the address and account in his browsing history, but the password wasn't cached. I wrote down the address and my father's account, and just as I was about to shut down the computer, I discovered that he also had a QQ account, so I wrote that down too, just in case it came in handy later. Afterwards, I rushed to the computer mall, bought a laptop, and then we went to work. My wife texted me in the afternoon: "Thief!" I knew she was talking about me! My reply was: "Accomplice!" She texted: "Go to hell!" I replied again: "We'll live and die together!" My wife didn't say anything to me, so she ignored me! Next, I was going to be a hacker. Although I wasn't a computer science major, I had played online games and been a computer enthusiast. My old, secondhand computer from university had taught me a lot about computers. Then came the password cracking. I searched for various cracking methods and software, but nothing seemed to work. So, I gritted my teeth and tried guessing. Five chances. The first one was my birthday, but it wasn't! The second time was his grandson's birthday, no! The third time was his family's phone number, no! It was so urgent! With two more chances left, although I was very anxious, there was nothing I could do. I felt that in my father's life, I was the most important person, but now perhaps his grandson was even more important. So, I tried using my birthday and my child's birthday. And surprisingly, I got in. This diary started from my wedding. The opening paragraph reads... "In my old age, I live a carefree life. My son is married, and I feel a little relieved. I hope his life isn't as difficult as mine. From today onward, I'll record my life in a new way. After learning to type and write a diary for so long, I'll use this method from now on. If Ruiyang ever sees this, I hope it will remind you that life isn't easy, but only by persevering can we live up to the love in our lives." "Today is a happy day, Ruiyang and Lili's wedding day. I wish them happiness and fulfillment." Watching their happy hands clasped together, my task was finally relieved. Ruiyang's growth makes me very happy. He has a good job, is very filial, and has found a beautiful and kind wife. I'm truly happy for him. I hope their days will be filled with joy and happiness, and that the storms I've weathered won't disturb their lives anymore. Now that you're married, Ruiyang, manage your little family well. Learn to be humble and caring, and use your strength as a man to support the sails of life. Know that hardships can be overcome; as long as you two work hard, life will be good. Watching Ruiyang and Lili gaze at each other happily, although I couldn't give Ruiyang a complete family, I don't know if he feels unhappy, but his growth makes me grateful. He's not like many children from single-parent families, full of complaints and rebellion; he's so sensible. I can only say that I owe him so much. "Today, knowing I'm going to have a grandson, the happiness is indescribable. Seeing Ruiyang's excited expression, as his father, I'm truly happy for them. I'm also very happy, although I'm not as childlike as Ruiyang, but my heart is full of happiness. Thank you, young couple, for bringing me such an angelic grandson; my later years will be much richer because of him." "However, as your father, I can't help you take care of the child. He should have been resting at our home, but because I'm an old man, it's inconvenient for me to take care of him, so I can only ask my in-laws to help. I'm sorry, Ruiyang, Lili, and my little grandson." These words, filled with the details of my father's life, also reflect his insights. I never imagined my father was such a sentimental and talented man. When he saw the content about me, he expressed a lot of guilt towards me, saying he hadn't given me a complete family, and no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't made me feel a mother's love. Seeing this, my eyes welled up with tears. His words were all about his love for me. Later, after our grandson was born, his life was filled with even greater joy, but he felt guilty for not being able to help us take care of the child. If we were at home, somewhere alone, I would definitely burst into tears. My father, who had given so much for me, still felt guilty. I sent my wife the diary's address, account, and password, along with a crying emoji. I believe my wife knows that I was moved by my father. An hour later, it seemed my wife had read it more carefully, and then she sent a red-eyed emoji, followed by the words, "Yang, I'm willing. For Dad's sincere love for you, I'm willing to repay him with my body." Although I knew my wife would be moved, I didn't expect her to respond with such direct and sincere emotion. I truly shed tears for my father's love, as steadfast as a mountain, and for my wife's love, as warm as the sun. I am so fortunate to have such a great father and such a wonderful wife. This experience has strengthened my resolve to ensure my father's later years are filled with joy and to make my wife's life vibrant and fulfilling.My wife sent a blushing emoji and said, "I fantasized about it too." I continued, "And when you were wearing that tight dress that accentuated your nipples, seeing your and your father's expressions made me feel really awkward, which is why I suggested we have some drinks. And when the child grabbed your breasts, it was incredibly stimulating; I'm sure Dad saw it. And you came out wearing it again after dropping the child off—I never expected that." My wife said, "If I didn't wear that, wouldn't it be even more awkward if I changed into something else?" I suddenly realized, "Yes, we were about to rest, and changing clothes would only emphasize what we were wearing, making it awkward. When I touched your wetness, I knew you felt excited. Maybe our choice was right; it was a stimulating and enjoyable experience." My wife blushed and then asked me, "Let me ask you a question. Our frequent lovemaking these past few days, is it because of the stimulation, or because you feel I'm about to be possessed by another man, and you want to cherish me before that happens?" My wife's question was really sharp. How could I answer that? Of course, being stimulated makes you want to have sex, but isn't that a factor too strong? After all, my wife's beautiful body belongs to me alone. For so long, it's been about possessive love; love is selfish. Like many cuckoldry novels that emphasize the first time, that first penetration is incredibly impactful. And do I want to possess her a few more times before that first time? My answer was: "Both, I guess. This kind of stimulation can't be achieved by reading novels or watching AVs, so stimulation makes you want to make love. And since your body belongs to me, when it's about to be shared, it will naturally be cherished even more." My wife responded with a shy smile. After a while, I said to my wife, "By the way, Dad mentioned the diary, the online diary. Let's try to find out what he thinks about this." My wife replied, "Reading Dad's diary is a matter of privacy. Is that okay? Besides, he lives with us, and our computer is in the bedroom. He has nowhere to write!" My wife is quite clever. I continued, "Hmm, you're right. Let's go to Dad's house at noon and see if we can find the diary's address and password on his computer! Or, how about we buy Dad a laptop so he can use it at our house?" My wife said, "You're really going to lose money!" I said, "I'm willing to spend money on my wife, why wouldn't I be willing to spend money on a laptop!" My wife didn't reply, but just sent me a bomb icon. At noon, I told both sets of parents that I had something to do and wouldn't be visiting the children or coming home for lunch. I asked my in-laws to bring my father some food. I ate something near my father's house and then went directly to his house to find the address and password for the online diary. Although my father knew about online journaling and passwords, he was still quite old and had only recently started using computers. He wasn't very knowledgeable about security or clearing caches, so he easily found the address and account in his browsing history, but the password wasn't cached. I wrote down the address and my father's account, and just as I was about to shut down the computer, I discovered that he also had a QQ account, so I wrote that down too, just in case it came in handy later. Afterwards, I rushed to the computer mall, bought a laptop, and then we went to work. My wife texted me in the afternoon: "Thief!" I knew she was talking about me! My reply was: "Accomplice!" She texted: "Go to hell!" I replied again: "We'll live and die together!" My wife didn't say anything to me, so she ignored me! Next, I was going to be a hacker. Although I wasn't a computer science major, I had played online games and been a computer enthusiast. My old, secondhand computer from university had taught me a lot about computers. Then came the password cracking. I searched for various cracking methods and software, but nothing seemed to work. So, I gritted my teeth and tried guessing. Five chances. The first one was my birthday, but it wasn't! The second time was his grandson's birthday, no! The third time was his family's phone number, no! It was so urgent! With two more chances left, although I was very anxious, there was nothing I could do. I felt that in my father's life, I was the most important person, but now perhaps his grandson was even more important. So, I tried using my birthday and my child's birthday. And surprisingly, I got in. This diary started from my wedding. The opening paragraph reads... "In my old age, I live a carefree life. My son is married, and I feel a little relieved. I hope his life isn't as difficult as mine. From today onward, I'll record my life in a new way. After learning to type and write a diary for so long, I'll use this method from now on. If Ruiyang ever sees this, I hope it will remind you that life isn't easy, but only by persevering can we live up to the love in our lives." "Today is a happy day, Ruiyang and Lili's wedding day. I wish them happiness and fulfillment." Watching their happy hands clasped together, my task was finally relieved. Ruiyang's growth makes me very happy. He has a good job, is very filial, and has found a beautiful and kind wife. I'm truly happy for him. I hope their days will be filled with joy and happiness, and that the storms I've weathered won't disturb their lives anymore. Now that you're married, Ruiyang, manage your little family well. Learn to be humble and caring, and use your strength as a man to support the sails of life. Know that hardships can be overcome; as long as you two work hard, life will be good. Watching Ruiyang and Lili gaze at each other happily, although I couldn't give Ruiyang a complete family, I don't know if he feels unhappy, but his growth makes me grateful. He's not like many children from single-parent families, full of complaints and rebellion; he's so sensible. I can only say that I owe him so much. "Today, knowing I'm going to have a grandson, the happiness is indescribable. Seeing Ruiyang's excited expression, as his father, I'm truly happy for them. I'm also very happy, although I'm not as childlike as Ruiyang, but my heart is full of happiness. Thank you, young couple, for bringing me such an angelic grandson; my later years will be much richer because of him." "However, as your father, I can't help you take care of the child. He should have been resting at our home, but because I'm an old man, it's inconvenient for me to take care of him, so I can only ask my in-laws to help. I'm sorry, Ruiyang, Lili, and my little grandson." These words, filled with the details of my father's life, also reflect his insights. I never imagined my father was such a sentimental and talented man. When he saw the content about me, he expressed a lot of guilt towards me, saying he hadn't given me a complete family, and no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't made me feel a mother's love. Seeing this, my eyes welled up with tears. His words were all about his love for me. Later, after our grandson was born, his life was filled with even greater joy, but he felt guilty for not being able to help us take care of the child. If we were at home, somewhere alone, I would definitely burst into tears. My father, who had given so much for me, still felt guilty. I sent my wife the diary's address, account, and password, along with a crying emoji. I believe my wife knows that I was moved by my father. An hour later, it seemed my wife had read it more carefully, and then she sent a red-eyed emoji, followed by the words, "Yang, I'm willing. For Dad's sincere love for you, I'm willing to repay him with my body." Although I knew my wife would be moved, I didn't expect her to respond with such direct and sincere emotion. I truly shed tears for my father's love, as steadfast as a mountain, and for my wife's love, as warm as the sun. I am so fortunate to have such a great father and such a wonderful wife. This experience has strengthened my resolve to ensure my father's later years are filled with joy and to make my wife's life vibrant and fulfilling.My wife sent a blushing emoji and said, "I fantasized about it too." I continued, "And when you were wearing that tight dress that accentuated your nipples, seeing your and your father's expressions made me feel really awkward, which is why I suggested we have some drinks. And when the child grabbed your breasts, it was incredibly stimulating; I'm sure Dad saw it. And you came out wearing it again after dropping the child off—I never expected that." My wife said, "If I didn't wear that, wouldn't it be even more awkward if I changed into something else?" I suddenly realized, "Yes, we were about to rest, and changing clothes would only emphasize what we were wearing, making it awkward. When I touched your wetness, I knew you felt excited. Maybe our choice was right; it was a stimulating and enjoyable experience." My wife blushed and then asked me, "Let me ask you a question. Our frequent lovemaking these past few days, is it because of the stimulation, or because you feel I'm about to be possessed by another man, and you want to cherish me before that happens?" My wife's question was really sharp. How could I answer that? Of course, being stimulated makes you want to have sex, but isn't that a factor too strong? After all, my wife's beautiful body belongs to me alone. For so long, it's been about possessive love; love is selfish. Like many cuckoldry novels that emphasize the first time, that first penetration is incredibly impactful. And do I want to possess her a few more times before that first time? My answer was: "Both, I guess. This kind of stimulation can't be achieved by reading novels or watching AVs, so stimulation makes you want to make love. And since your body belongs to me, when it's about to be shared, it will naturally be cherished even more." My wife responded with a shy smile. After a while, I said to my wife, "By the way, Dad mentioned the diary, the online diary. Let's try to find out what he thinks about this." My wife replied, "Reading Dad's diary is a matter of privacy. Is that okay? Besides, he lives with us, and our computer is in the bedroom. He has nowhere to write!" My wife is quite clever. I continued, "Hmm, you're right. Let's go to Dad's house at noon and see if we can find the diary's address and password on his computer! Or, how about we buy Dad a laptop so he can use it at our house?" My wife said, "You're really going to lose money!" I said, "I'm willing to spend money on my wife, why wouldn't I be willing to spend money on a laptop!" My wife didn't reply, but just sent me a bomb icon. At noon, I told both sets of parents that I had something to do and wouldn't be visiting the children or coming home for lunch. I asked my in-laws to bring my father some food. I ate something near my father's house and then went directly to his house to find the address and password for the online diary. Although my father knew about online journaling and passwords, he was still quite old and had only recently started using computers. He wasn't very knowledgeable about security or clearing caches, so he easily found the address and account in his browsing history, but the password wasn't cached. I wrote down the address and my father's account, and just as I was about to shut down the computer, I discovered that he also had a QQ account, so I wrote that down too, just in case it came in handy later. Afterwards, I rushed to the computer mall, bought a laptop, and then we went to work. My wife texted me in the afternoon: "Thief!" I knew she was talking about me! My reply was: "Accomplice!" She texted: "Go to hell!" I replied again: "We'll live and die together!" My wife didn't say anything to me, so she ignored me! Next, I was going to be a hacker. Although I wasn't a computer science major, I had played online games and been a computer enthusiast. My old, secondhand computer from university had taught me a lot about computers. Then came the password cracking. I searched for various cracking methods and software, but nothing seemed to work. So, I gritted my teeth and tried guessing. Five chances. The first one was my birthday, but it wasn't! The second time was his grandson's birthday, no! The third time was his family's phone number, no! It was so urgent! With two more chances left, although I was very anxious, there was nothing I could do. I felt that in my father's life, I was the most important person, but now perhaps his grandson was even more important. So, I tried using my birthday and my child's birthday. And surprisingly, I got in. This diary started from my wedding. The opening paragraph reads... "In my old age, I live a carefree life. My son is married, and I feel a little relieved. I hope his life isn't as difficult as mine. From today onward, I'll record my life in a new way. After learning to type and write a diary for so long, I'll use this method from now on. If Ruiyang ever sees this, I hope it will remind you that life isn't easy, but only by persevering can we live up to the love in our lives." "Today is a happy day, Ruiyang and Lili's wedding day. I wish them happiness and fulfillment." Watching their happy hands clasped together, my task was finally relieved. Ruiyang's growth makes me very happy. He has a good job, is very filial, and has found a beautiful and kind wife. I'm truly happy for him. I hope their days will be filled with joy and happiness, and that the storms I've weathered won't disturb their lives anymore. Now that you're married, Ruiyang, manage your little family well. Learn to be humble and caring, and use your strength as a man to support the sails of life. Know that hardships can be overcome; as long as you two work hard, life will be good. Watching Ruiyang and Lili gaze at each other happily, although I couldn't give Ruiyang a complete family, I don't know if he feels unhappy, but his growth makes me grateful. He's not like many children from single-parent families, full of complaints and rebellion; he's so sensible. I can only say that I owe him so much. "Today, knowing I'm going to have a grandson, the happiness is indescribable. Seeing Ruiyang's excited expression, as his father, I'm truly happy for them. I'm also very happy, although I'm not as childlike as Ruiyang, but my heart is full of happiness. Thank you, young couple, for bringing me such an angelic grandson; my later years will be much richer because of him." "However, as your father, I can't help you take care of the child. He should have been resting at our home, but because I'm an old man, it's inconvenient for me to take care of him, so I can only ask my in-laws to help. I'm sorry, Ruiyang, Lili, and my little grandson." These words, filled with the details of my father's life, also reflect his insights. I never imagined my father was such a sentimental and talented man. When he saw the content about me, he expressed a lot of guilt towards me, saying he hadn't given me a complete family, and no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't made me feel a mother's love. Seeing this, my eyes welled up with tears. His words were all about his love for me. Later, after our grandson was born, his life was filled with even greater joy, but he felt guilty for not being able to help us take care of the child. If we were at home, somewhere alone, I would definitely burst into tears. My father, who had given so much for me, still felt guilty. I sent my wife the diary's address, account, and password, along with a crying emoji. I believe my wife knows that I was moved by my father. An hour later, it seemed my wife had read it more carefully, and then she sent a red-eyed emoji, followed by the words, "Yang, I'm willing. For Dad's sincere love for you, I'm willing to repay him with my body." Although I knew my wife would be moved, I didn't expect her to respond with such direct and sincere emotion. I truly shed tears for my father's love, as steadfast as a mountain, and for my wife's love, as warm as the sun. I am so fortunate to have such a great father and such a wonderful wife. This experience has strengthened my resolve to ensure my father's later years are filled with joy and to make my wife's life vibrant and fulfilling.After a while, I said to my wife, "By the way, Dad mentioned the diary, the online diary. Let's try to find out what he thinks about this." My wife replied, "Reading Dad's diary is a matter of privacy. Is that okay? Besides, he lives with us, and our computer is in the bedroom. He has nowhere to write!" My wife is quite clever. I continued, "Hmm, you're right. Let's go to Dad's house at noon and see if we can find the diary's address and password on his computer! Or, how about we buy Dad a laptop so he can use it at our house?" My wife said, "You're really going to lose money!" I said, "I'm willing to spend money on my wife, why wouldn't I be willing to spend money on a laptop!" My wife didn't reply, but just sent me a bomb icon. At noon, I told both sets of parents that I had something to do and wouldn't be visiting the children or coming home for lunch. I asked my in-laws to bring my father some food. I ate something near my father's house and then went directly to his house to find the address and password for the online diary. Although my father knew about online journaling and passwords, he was still quite old and had only recently started using computers. He wasn't very knowledgeable about security or clearing caches, so he easily found the address and account in his browsing history, but the password wasn't cached. I wrote down the address and my father's account, and just as I was about to shut down the computer, I discovered that he also had a QQ account, so I wrote that down too, just in case it came in handy later. Afterwards, I rushed to the computer mall, bought a laptop, and then we went to work. My wife texted me in the afternoon: "Thief!" I knew she was talking about me! My reply was: "Accomplice!" She texted: "Go to hell!" I replied again: "We'll live and die together!" My wife didn't say anything to me, so she ignored me! Next, I was going to be a hacker. Although I wasn't a computer science major, I had played online games and been a computer enthusiast. My old, secondhand computer from university had taught me a lot about computers. Then came the password cracking. I searched for various cracking methods and software, but nothing seemed to work. So, I gritted my teeth and tried guessing. Five chances. The first one was my birthday, but it wasn't! The second time was his grandson's birthday, no! The third time was his family's phone number, no! It was so urgent! With two more chances left, although I was very anxious, there was nothing I could do. I felt that in my father's life, I was the most important person, but now perhaps his grandson was even more important. So, I tried using my birthday and my child's birthday. And surprisingly, I got in. This diary started from my wedding. The opening paragraph reads... "In my old age, I live a carefree life. My son is married, and I feel a little relieved. I hope his life isn't as difficult as mine. From today onward, I'll record my life in a new way. After learning to type and write a diary for so long, I'll use this method from now on. If Ruiyang ever sees this, I hope it will remind you that life isn't easy, but only by persevering can we live up to the love in our lives." "Today is a happy day, Ruiyang and Lili's wedding day. I wish them happiness and fulfillment." Watching their happy hands clasped together, my task was finally relieved. Ruiyang's growth makes me very happy. He has a good job, is very filial, and has found a beautiful and kind wife. I'm truly happy for him. I hope their days will be filled with joy and happiness, and that the storms I've weathered won't disturb their lives anymore. Now that you're married, Ruiyang, manage your little family well. Learn to be humble and caring, and use your strength as a man to support the sails of life. Know that hardships can be overcome; as long as you two work hard, life will be good. Watching Ruiyang and Lili gaze at each other happily, although I couldn't give Ruiyang a complete family, I don't know if he feels unhappy, but his growth makes me grateful. He's not like many children from single-parent families, full of complaints and rebellion; he's so sensible. I can only say that I owe him so much. "Today, knowing I'm going to have a grandson, the happiness is indescribable. Seeing Ruiyang's excited expression, as his father, I'm truly happy for them. I'm also very happy, although I'm not as childlike as Ruiyang, but my heart is full of happiness. Thank you, young couple, for bringing me such an angelic grandson; my later years will be much richer because of him." "However, as your father, I can't help you take care of the child. He should have been resting at our home, but because I'm an old man, it's inconvenient for me to take care of him, so I can only ask my in-laws to help. I'm sorry, Ruiyang, Lili, and my little grandson." These words, filled with the details of my father's life, also reflect his insights. I never imagined my father was such a sentimental and talented man. When he saw the content about me, he expressed a lot of guilt towards me, saying he hadn't given me a complete family, and no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't made me feel a mother's love. Seeing this, my eyes welled up with tears. His words were all about his love for me. Later, after our grandson was born, his life was filled with even greater joy, but he felt guilty for not being able to help us take care of the child. If we were at home, somewhere alone, I would definitely burst into tears. My father, who had given so much for me, still felt guilty. I sent my wife the diary's address, account, and password, along with a crying emoji. I believe my wife knows that I was moved by my father. An hour later, it seemed my wife had read it more carefully, and then she sent a red-eyed emoji, followed by the words, "Yang, I'm willing. For Dad's sincere love for you, I'm willing to repay him with my body." Although I knew my wife would be moved, I didn't expect her to respond with such direct and sincere emotion. I truly shed tears for my father's love, as steadfast as a mountain, and for my wife's love, as warm as the sun. I am so fortunate to have such a great father and such a wonderful wife. This experience has strengthened my resolve to ensure my father's later years are filled with joy and to make my wife's life vibrant and fulfilling.After a while, I said to my wife, "By the way, Dad mentioned the diary, the online diary. Let's try to find out what he thinks about this." My wife replied, "Reading Dad's diary is a matter of privacy. Is that okay? Besides, he lives with us, and our computer is in the bedroom. He has nowhere to write!" My wife is quite clever. I continued, "Hmm, you're right. Let's go to Dad's house at noon and see if we can find the diary's address and password on his computer! Or, how about we buy Dad a laptop so he can use it at our house?" My wife said, "You're really going to lose money!" I said, "I'm willing to spend money on my wife, why wouldn't I be willing to spend money on a laptop!" My wife didn't reply, but just sent me a bomb icon. At noon, I told both sets of parents that I had something to do and wouldn't be visiting the children or coming home for lunch. I asked my in-laws to bring my father some food. I ate something near my father's house and then went directly to his house to find the address and password for the online diary. Although my father knew about online journaling and passwords, he was still quite old and had only recently started using computers. He wasn't very knowledgeable about security or clearing caches, so he easily found the address and account in his browsing history, but the password wasn't cached. I wrote down the address and my father's account, and just as I was about to shut down the computer, I discovered that he also had a QQ account, so I wrote that down too, just in case it came in handy later. Afterwards, I rushed to the computer mall, bought a laptop, and then we went to work. My wife texted me in the afternoon: "Thief!" I knew she was talking about me! My reply was: "Accomplice!" She texted: "Go to hell!" I replied again: "We'll live and die together!" My wife didn't say anything to me, so she ignored me! Next, I was going to be a hacker. Although I wasn't a computer science major, I had played online games and been a computer enthusiast. My old, secondhand computer from university had taught me a lot about computers. Then came the password cracking. I searched for various cracking methods and software, but nothing seemed to work. So, I gritted my teeth and tried guessing. Five chances. The first one was my birthday, but it wasn't! The second time was his grandson's birthday, no! The third time was his family's phone number, no! It was so urgent! With two more chances left, although I was very anxious, there was nothing I could do. I felt that in my father's life, I was the most important person, but now perhaps his grandson was even more important. So, I tried using my birthday and my child's birthday. And surprisingly, I got in. This diary started from my wedding. The opening paragraph reads... "In my old age, I live a carefree life. My son is married, and I feel a little relieved. I hope his life isn't as difficult as mine. From today onward, I'll record my life in a new way. After learning to type and write a diary for so long, I'll use this method from now on. If Ruiyang ever sees this, I hope it will remind you that life isn't easy, but only by persevering can we live up to the love in our lives." "Today is a happy day, Ruiyang and Lili's wedding day. I wish them happiness and fulfillment." Watching their happy hands clasped together, my task was finally relieved. Ruiyang's growth makes me very happy. He has a good job, is very filial, and has found a beautiful and kind wife. I'm truly happy for him. I hope their days will be filled with joy and happiness, and that the storms I've weathered won't disturb their lives anymore. Now that you're married, Ruiyang, manage your little family well. Learn to be humble and caring, and use your strength as a man to support the sails of life. Know that hardships can be overcome; as long as you two work hard, life will be good. Watching Ruiyang and Lili gaze at each other happily, although I couldn't give Ruiyang a complete family, I don't know if he feels unhappy, but his growth makes me grateful. He's not like many children from single-parent families, full of complaints and rebellion; he's so sensible. I can only say that I owe him so much. "Today, knowing I'm going to have a grandson, the happiness is indescribable. Seeing Ruiyang's excited expression, as his father, I'm truly happy for them. I'm also very happy, although I'm not as childlike as Ruiyang, but my heart is full of happiness. Thank you, young couple, for bringing me such an angelic grandson; my later years will be much richer because of him." "However, as your father, I can't help you take care of the child. He should have been resting at our home, but because I'm an old man, it's inconvenient for me to take care of him, so I can only ask my in-laws to help. I'm sorry, Ruiyang, Lili, and my little grandson." These words, filled with the details of my father's life, also reflect his insights. I never imagined my father was such a sentimental and talented man. When he saw the content about me, he expressed a lot of guilt towards me, saying he hadn't given me a complete family, and no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't made me feel a mother's love. Seeing this, my eyes welled up with tears. His words were all about his love for me. Later, after our grandson was born, his life was filled with even greater joy, but he felt guilty for not being able to help us take care of the child. If we were at home, somewhere alone, I would definitely burst into tears. My father, who had given so much for me, still felt guilty. I sent my wife the diary's address, account, and password, along with a crying emoji. I believe my wife knows that I was moved by my father. An hour later, it seemed my wife had read it more carefully, and then she sent a red-eyed emoji, followed by the words, "Yang, I'm willing. For Dad's sincere love for you, I'm willing to repay him with my body." Although I knew my wife would be moved, I didn't expect her to respond with such direct and sincere emotion. I truly shed tears for my father's love, as steadfast as a mountain, and for my wife's love, as warm as the sun. I am so fortunate to have such a great father and such a wonderful wife. This experience has strengthened my resolve to ensure my father's later years are filled with joy and to make my wife's life vibrant and fulfilling.I hope their lives will be happy and fulfilling, and that the storms I've weathered won't disturb their happiness. Yang'er, now that you're married, cherish your little family. Be considerate and caring, and use your strength as a man to support your family. Know that hardships can be overcome; as long as you both work hard, life will be good. Seeing Ruiyang and Lili gazing happily at each other, although I couldn't give Ruiyang a complete family, I don't know if he feels unhappy. But his growth makes me grateful. He's not like many children from single-parent families, full of complaints and rebellion. He's so sensible. I can only say that his father owes him so much. "Today, knowing I'm going to have a grandson, the happiness is indescribable. Seeing Ruiyang's excited expression, as his father, I'm truly happy for them. I'm also very happy, although I'm not as childlike as Ruiyang, but my heart is filled with joy. Thank you, young couple, for bringing me such an angelic grandson; my later years will be much richer because of him." "However, as your father, I can't help you take care of the baby. She should have been resting at our home, but because I'm an old man, it's inconvenient for me to help, so my in-laws have to take care of her. I'm sorry, Ruiyang, Lili, and my little grandson." These words, filled with the details of my father's life, also contained his reflections on life. I never imagined my father was such a sentimental and talented man. And when he saw what he wrote about me, he expressed so much guilt towards me, for not giving me a complete family, for not being able to let me feel a mother's love no matter how hard he tried. Seeing this, my eyes welled up with tears. His words were all about his love for me. After his grandson was born, his life was filled with even greater joy, but he felt guilty for not being able to help us take care of the child. If we were at home, somewhere alone, I would definitely be sobbing uncontrollably. My father, who has given so much for me, still feels sorry for me. I sent my wife the diary's address, account, and password, along with a crying emoji. I believe she knows I was moved by my father. An hour later, it seemed my wife had read it more carefully, and then she sent a red-eyed emoji, followed by the words, "Yang, I'm willing. For Dad's sincere love for you, I'm willing to repay him with my body." Although I knew my wife would be moved, I didn't expect her to respond with such direct and sincere emotion. I truly shed tears. For my father's love, as steadfast as a mountain, and for my wife's love, as warm as the sun, I am fortunate to have such a great father's love, and fortunate to have such a great wife's sacrifice. It also strengthened my resolve to make my father's later years happy and to make my wife's life wonderful.I hope their lives will be happy and fulfilling, and that the storms I've weathered won't disturb their happiness. Yang'er, now that you're married, cherish your little family. Be considerate and caring, and use your strength as a man to support your family. Know that hardships can be overcome; as long as you both work hard, life will be good. Seeing Ruiyang and Lili gazing happily at each other, although I couldn't give Ruiyang a complete family, I don't know if he feels unhappy. But his growth makes me grateful. He's not like many children from single-parent families, full of complaints and rebellion. He's so sensible. I can only say that his father owes him so much. "Today, knowing I'm going to have a grandson, the happiness is indescribable. Seeing Ruiyang's excited expression, as his father, I'm truly happy for them. I'm also very happy, although I'm not as childlike as Ruiyang, but my heart is filled with joy. Thank you, young couple, for bringing me such an angelic grandson; my later years will be much richer because of him." "However, as your father, I can't help you take care of the baby. She should have been resting at our home, but because I'm an old man, it's inconvenient for me to help, so my in-laws have to take care of her. I'm sorry, Ruiyang, Lili, and my little grandson." These words, filled with the details of my father's life, also contained his reflections on life. I never imagined my father was such a sentimental and talented man. And when he saw what he wrote about me, he expressed so much guilt towards me, for not giving me a complete family, for not being able to let me feel a mother's love no matter how hard he tried. Seeing this, my eyes welled up with tears. His words were all about his love for me. After his grandson was born, his life was filled with even greater joy, but he felt guilty for not being able to help us take care of the child. If we were at home, somewhere alone, I would definitely be sobbing uncontrollably. My father, who has given so much for me, still feels sorry for me. I sent my wife the diary's address, account, and password, along with a crying emoji. I believe she knows I was moved by my father. An hour later, it seemed my wife had read it more carefully, and then she sent a red-eyed emoji, followed by the words, "Yang, I'm willing. For Dad's sincere love for you, I'm willing to repay him with my body." Although I knew my wife would be moved, I didn't expect her to respond with such direct and sincere emotion. I truly shed tears. For my father's love, as steadfast as a mountain, and for my wife's love, as warm as the sun, I am fortunate to have such a great father's love, and fortunate to have such a great wife's sacrifice. It also strengthened my resolve to make my father's later years happy and to make my wife's life wonderful.

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