I Became the Matchmaker Between My Father and Wife - Chapter 181

Five years later...
Time flies like water. In the blink of an eye, five years have passed since my father got married. Five years is neither long nor short. In these five years, a lot of things have happened, and many things have changed beyond recognition.
Since my father married Aunt Zhang, my relationship with Xiaoying has gradually recovered. After all, life has to go on, and Xiaoying has been much better to me than before, practically obedient to me. After my father's marriage, Xiaoying and I were almost inseparable in our spare time, and I didn't create any opportunities for Xiaoying and my father to be together. The surveillance equipment at home has been kept, but it's now just for show. Occasionally, when my father and Xiaoying are alone in my apartment, I'll check the footage. If I find anything amiss, I'll definitely try to stop them by phone or other means, but that's never happened.
Even when I was away on business, the daily surveillance footage showed that Xiaoying went home on time after get off work without any abnormalities. Everything was almost back to square one.
Time is the best healer. As our relationship progressed, Xiaoying's meticulous care for me gradually healed the rift between us. Although it wasn't completely healed, a considerable amount of time had passed, and with her and her father being so respectful, the pain in my heart gradually faded and healed. With the psychological resentment lessened, and with Xiaoying's almost constant supplementation, I adjusted my lifestyle and diet, and my sexual function slowly recovered. Although I was lucky to give Xiaoying one orgasm out of three times, it was at least back to normal. However, each time I gave Xiaoying an orgasm, I needed sufficient foreplay and had to put in a lot of effort. And because I hadn't fully satisfied Xiaoying's sexual desire, she would occasionally sneak into the bathroom while I was asleep and secretly use that 22-centimeter-long vibrator to comfort herself.
Xiaoying and I are both 36 years old now. Although we're still a ways from middle age, I'm quite mature. Perhaps it's because I've experienced too much and worked too hard these past few years, but I've developed quite a lot of gray hair, making me a veritable "premature gray-haired" person. There's nothing I can do, so Xiaoying has to patiently help me dye my hair every now and then, at home. Otherwise, when we go out together, strangers might mistake Xiaoying for my daughter.
Although she is 36 years old, Xiaoying has hardly changed. She is still so young and beautiful, with fair and tender skin, as if time has not left a trace. The only change is that she is more voluptuous, sexy, and charming than before, and her original innocence has been enhanced by a touch of mature elegance.
My son, Hao Hao, is ten years old and in the fourth grade of elementary school. He lives with my parents-in-law at a government-run elementary school, and he comes back to visit us by bus on holidays. Perhaps inheriting the good genes from me and Xiao Ying, the little boy is very handsome and consistently ranks at the top of his class. He's very popular at school, and my parents-in-law, colleagues, and friends all praise Hao Hao's promising future. Therefore, I've placed even greater emphasis on Hao Hao's education.
What brings me the most joy and happiness is that Xiaoying and I have another beautiful little daughter. She's three years old this year, and according to our Northeastern customs, she's over four years old (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning). Her name is Duoduo. After my father got married, Xiaoying and I gradually rekindled our relationship, and my sexual function also recovered. So, taking advantage of my recovery, and with Xiaoying's repeated seduction and cooperation, I diligently worked on her, and finally conceived this long-awaited second child. Perhaps as compensation for my past hurt, our second child is the little girl that Xiaoying and I have been eagerly anticipating.
With the addition of our daughter, Xiaoying and I now have both a son and a daughter, and our lives are complete. Duoduo looks a lot like Xiaoying, chubby and cute like a pink doll, adorable and charming to all our relatives and friends. Relatives and colleagues all say that Duoduo will grow up to be a beauty. As for whether Duoduo is my biological daughter, I'm quite at ease. Under my constant surveillance, Xiaoying has never cheated. With Aunt Zhang's "intervention," my father and Xiaoying have almost no opportunities to be alone. Even when they are alone, the surveillance footage shows them only exchanging smiles and saying normal things; there has never been any inappropriate behavior. At the time, I couldn't quite believe it, considering how wild my father and Xiaoying had been that night on the desert island, and now they are so well-behaved. Seeing their relationship now, everything that happened before seems like a dream, as if it never happened.
However, there were also many regrettable things; everything has its cause and effect. Some things happened that were not pleasant. Perhaps this is divine punishment for our family's actions.
First, there's Xiaoying. Sometimes she suffers from insomnia and nightmares, constantly tormented by her conscience. She, who originally didn't believe in Buddhism, has now become a believer, reciting a short passage of Buddhist scripture every morning after waking up. And in my home, Xiaoying has also set up a small Buddhist shrine. And all of this stems from four and a half years ago…
Two or three months after my father's wedding, Xiaoying suddenly became pregnant. The date of her pregnancy was very close to the night they spent on the deserted island. Although Xiaoying and I had been intimate around that time, the proximity made it impossible to determine whether the child was mine or my father's. Although Xiaoying secretly took emergency contraception the day after the island incident, for some reason, it didn't work. Furthermore, after my father's wedding, my relationship with Xiaoying didn't rekindle; we abstained from sex for a long time. Whose child is this—mine or my father's?
I couldn't be sure, and Xiaoying was even less certain. So after Xiaoying became pregnant, she came up with many reasons to abort the child. The reasons were numerous, but all were far-fetched. And how could I accept this uncertain child? Was it my child or my sibling? So after a few simple refusals, I agreed to Xiaoying's request for an abortion.
After the abortion at the hospital, I brought the pale-faced Xiaoying home. She was weak for several days and needed to rest for a while. To take good care of her and avoid any long-term effects, my mother-in-law stayed at our house for several days to look after her. Of course, she complained a lot, and I could only pretend to be nonchalant in the face of her mother's complaints, while I just smiled and ignored it. I was almost numb to Xiaoying's sudden pregnancy. Seeing Xiaoying being sexually assaulted so many times by her father on the deserted island, had I already prepared myself for this? Everything was over; it was all punishment for me and this family. What could I do but accept it? And when I saw Xiaoying come out of the operating room, her face covered in sweat and without a trace of color, I couldn't muster any anger.
However, Xiaoying suffered from some aftereffects after her recovery. Because of her poor mood and mental state before and after the abortion, she was plagued by various gynecological inflammations for a long time afterward, requiring frequent medication and hospital visits. It took a long time to recover, causing her considerable physical pain. But this physical pain wasn't the most significant issue; the biggest problem was the tension, fear, guilt, and anxiety she experienced after the abortion.
Xiaoying is a kind woman, and abortion is "killing" a newly formed fetus, her own child. The pain and torment Xiaoying experienced after the abortion are unimaginable. If the father of the child hadn't been uncertain, Xiaoying would never have aborted the child. But she still painfully let him (or her) disappear before he (or she) even entered this world. For countless nights afterward, Xiaoying had nightmares. She said that in her dreams, the aborted child would always come to her, asking why she had aborted him (or her). Driven by fear and guilt, Xiaoying became very haggard during that period. Finally, she turned to Buddhism to comfort her soul, to repent and atone for her sins.
Later, a Buddhist monk was brought in to perform a ritual for the child's soul to be reborn. A memorial tablet was erected for the child. According to the monk, children and parents have karmic connections from past lives, hence the Buddhist saying "seven lifetimes of parents," meaning that children and parents have a deep karmic bond spanning at least seven lifetimes. Children come seeking their parents, but due to their parents' disregard for life—abortion, miscarriage, or other reasons leading to death—their souls, unable to fulfill their wishes, harbor resentment and become entangled in the cycle of life and death, forming "infant spirits." Unable to reincarnate, and without refuge, they remain by their parents' side, harming their blessings and virtues, as well as their luck and health. Therefore, if such actions have occurred, parents must perform a ritual for the child's soul to be reborn (the best way is for the parents to personally recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra one to seven times for the baby), both to bless the baby's reincarnation and to protect the parents' well-being.
Perhaps it was psychological, but after setting up a memorial tablet for the child and performing Buddhist rituals, Xiaoying's condition began to improve. Her guilt and fear gradually subsided, and her mental state began to recover. From that time on, Xiaoying began to believe in Buddhism to atone for her sins and to pray for her family.
In her diary during that period, Xiaoying viewed the incident as divine punishment. Although she was frightened, she didn't complain in her diary but accepted God's punishment. This incident played a crucial role in easing tensions in my relationship with Xiaoying. During that time, as her husband, I had to devote a lot of energy to helping and caring for her, hoping to help her escape this nightmare as soon as possible. It was from that point that our relationship gradually began to improve…
"Honey, what are you thinking about?" I was lost in thought when a voice interrupted me. Xiaoying had returned sometime earlier, while I sat on the sofa, smoking and lost in thought, not even hearing her come in. Xiaoying's work hours have been adjusted; she now gets off work around three or four in the afternoon. The reason for the change is all for my dear daughter—Duoduo. Duoduo is already four years old and is currently in kindergarten. Xiaoying getting off work earlier makes it easier to pick her up and drop her off.
"It's nothing, I was just thinking about our past..." I put down my cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Turning to look at the more feminine Xiaoying, I said. I'd taken the afternoon off; it was a rare moment of free time.
"Oh, then go pick up Duoduo from kindergarten. As her father, you haven't picked her up much. The little one has been unhappy with you for a long time, complaining every day about why you don't come to pick her up..." When Xiaoying heard me reminiscing about the past, a hint of unease flashed in her eyes. Perhaps when she heard me reminiscing, she couldn't help but think of many things from the past, even though those memories had long been buried in the dust of time.
"Okay, after picking up Duoduo, let's buy some food and go straight to the hospital. We can have dinner together at the hospital afterwards..." I got up from my chair. Sitting in the office all day, my body is not as good as before, and my whole body is sore and numb.
"Okay..." Upon hearing my words, Xiaoying's expression suddenly darkened. Her previously relaxed and cheerful mood seemed to have been affected by something, and it vanished considerably...

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