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In a moment of impulsiveness, I forgot I was in the company's public area, not my own

office. I felt a pang of embarrassment. Several close colleagues followed me into

my office, asking with concern what was wrong. I made up some excuses; they

all knew I was arguing with my wife, but there was nothing they could do—family matters are hard to resolve.

About ten minutes after hanging up with Xiaoying, my phone rang again. It was Xiaoying again.

Still angry, I didn't answer, letting it ring until it automatically disconnected.

But after hanging up, Xiaoying kept calling, seemingly enjoying it. I was working on my project

proposal . I don't know what was wrong with me today; my heart seemed particularly hardened.

No matter how many times Xiaoying called, I wouldn't answer. The ringing of my phone became increasingly annoying. After nearly ten calls, my patience

finally snapped, and I turned off my phone.

As a senior executive in the company, my cell phone is usually not allowed to be turned off. To facilitate communication within the company, I called

my assistant, Xiao Liu, in and told them to connect me to the office

landline whenever the receptionist needed to reach me. With my cell phone off, the office was finally quiet. I calmed down, propping my head up with my hands

and rubbing my temples. My

mind was in turmoil. You see, Xiao Ying and I have known each other for so long, and we've almost never

argued. We've always treated each other with respect. This is the first time I've yelled at her like this.

Why did I suddenly lose control? Perhaps it's because I feel too unbalanced. I hate Xiao Ying

for choosing to have sex with her father while I'm home, leaving her husband alone in the bedroom. If Xiao

Ying was enjoying sex with her father before, then last night, in front of me, was a

blatant betrayal. I don't believe she can separate sex from love.

Everything I heard last night truly broke my heart. I was angry too. Why would my father

be willing to have a relationship with Xiaoying even when I was at home? Did he have the same thoughts as his son next door? I hated them

both; I felt they had both betrayed me. At that moment, I was perhaps overwhelmed by my emotions,

perhaps my thoughts weren't at their most rational, perhaps they had

some unspeakable difficulties, but I couldn't seem to hear anything right now.

I couldn't concentrate on my work anymore. Since I was a senior executive and my office computer was unavailable,

I started browsing posts online. Somehow, I clicked on something and ended up in the psychological counseling Q&A section.

My experience was unique; I couldn't confide in anyone I knew. Perhaps, like Xiaoying, I could only

confide in —perhaps this was the only way I could vent right now.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one at the office was bothering me, I briefly wrote down my experience in a short

post and published it on the Q&A section. I didn't expect that just a few minutes after posting it, a psychologist contacted

me, and we started chatting back and forth.

Because I'm still a bit reserved online, I haven't fully revealed some private matters.

The psychologist online said I have a cuckold's mentality, though it's not too severe yet. They also told me I have

mild masochistic tendencies, perhaps related to my childhood experiences—my upbringing was too difficult—

and the excessive work and family pressures I'm currently under.

Thinking carefully about what the psychologist said, it does make some sense.

I admit I have a cuckold's mentality; I've been cheated on, and in the early stages, seeing Xiaoying and my father having sex

aroused me—that's typical of a cuckold's mentality. I

also do have some masochistic tendencies. Seeing my father and Xiaoying having sex

gives me a thrill, but also a slight pain. That slight bitterness and pain, however,

provides

a strange kind of stimulation. Sometimes, seeing Xiaoying and my father together, the more painful it is, the more I feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

And my masochistic tendencies are also evident in some of my daily habits. For example,

I rarely shave with a razor. There's always a mirror and

tweezers When I have free time, I'll pluck my beard with the tweezers while watching TV. You know, plucking

your own hair is very painful, but I don't mind the pain. In fact, I'm addicted to it. I feel uncomfortable if I don't pluck my beard when

I'm at home . My parents, Xiaoying and my father, have complained about this a lot, saying that I

'll get folliculitis from plucking my beard so much. Sometimes, I also pluck my leg hair with my hands. When I'm stressed and upset

, perhaps only pain can make me feel a little better.

I asked about the reasons for this mentality, and it's related to my difficult life experiences. I suffered

the blow of losing my mother at a young age. My father went into debt to pay for my schooling and my mother's medical treatment. After graduating from university, my father and I

scrimped and saved to pay the debt. I've always been under tremendous mental pressure, but I never

realized the impact of this pressure and my upbringing on my personality and psychology. According to the doctor, my erratic

behavior was due to excessive stress—work-related stress and

the psychological pressure from Xiaoying's sexual encounter with my father. He told me I needed immediate treatment and adjustment, otherwise my emotions would become uncontrollable

, potentially leading to depression.

I talked with the doctor for over an hour. Had I really lost control of my emotions? Did I really have a

mental illness? I couldn't believe it was real. After my brief conversation with the doctor, I

rested my head on the desk, trying to calm my mind. Just then, it was almost noon when there was a

knock on . After I gave permission, my assistant, Xiao Tang, entered.

"Boss, your wife is here, she's waiting to see you," Xiao Tang

said softly in my ear, bending down beside me as she noticed my still troubled mood. Xiao Tang was my new assistant at the company.

My secretary, a young woman who just graduated from university, is very energetic and intelligent. She was supposed to share

an , but to avoid gossip and rumors, I arranged for her to work outside the office,

with a desk by the door, like a guardian spirit.

Although leaving her outside the office wasn't ideal,

I I care too much about my name; these days, gossip can be a powerful force.

"Sister-in-law? Which sister-in-law?" My mind was still a mess, and I hadn't quite grasped it

yet .

"It's your sister-in-law, your wife. She's at the company, right outside the office," Xiao Tang said

cautiously , observing my reaction. The argument with Xiao Ying on the phone had probably

spread throughout the company. Bad news travels fast; people's mouths are so unpredictable.

"Tell her I'm busy right now, find some excuse to brush her off. I don't want to see anyone right now." I

was stunned. I hadn't expected Xiaoying to come directly to the company after my phone was off. But I really didn't want to see her. I was even considering going out for drinks and a chat with friends tonight to clear my head. "Is this really necessary? Boss, this isn't a good idea. Why don't you see her?" Xiaotang , being a woman, naturally considered things from a woman's perspective and sided with her. She cautiously to give up. "Ugh, I said I won't see her, and that's it. Just block her out for me. This is the job I gave you." I was a little annoyed at this point. After giving her some instructions, I lay back down to rest . Since I had adopted a boss's attitude and told her it was work, I couldn't say anything more. I sighed softly and left. My heart was aching. Was this really good for Xiaoying? Was she angry or heartbroken? Did she come to my company to argue with me or to apologize? Xiaoying has always been a rather assertive woman. When it comes to matters of principle, she will absolutely not back down or compromise. She most likely came to my company today to confront me about our argument. After all, it was the first time I'd ever scolded her like that on the phone . I wasn't sure how Xiaoying would react, which might be why I haven't seen her. If , it would be incredibly embarrassing. A dozen minutes later, there was another knock on the door. Xiaotang came in, carrying a cup of coffee . "Boss, your wife has been waiting for you outside. She said she'd wait until you finished," Xiaoying said cautiously, placing the coffee on the table. She was fulfilling her duties as an assistant and secretary. "Okay," I replied simply. I hadn't expected Xiaoying to continue waiting outside. Did she not have to come to work today? "Boss, there's something I might not be able to say, but I really couldn't bear to see my wife so heartbroken . Even though she was wearing sunglasses, I could tell her eyes were red and swollen, and her makeup was ruined. Others might not notice, but as a woman, I could tell. She must have been crying for a long time. Although I'm not married, I know that couples shouldn't hold grudges overnight. What's there to talk about?" Xiao Tang continued to comfort me. Her words truly touched my heart. Xiao Ying crying was unexpected. Logically, it was just a phone argument; the usually strong Xiao Ying shouldn't be crying. "It's almost lunchtime. You can leave after work. Don't say goodbye. Let your wife come in." Waiting outside the door wasn't a good idea; it would only make us a laughingstock . I should talk to her. Xiao Tang left, and I didn't know how to face Xiao Ying. What attitude should I have? I could only pretend to continue working on the computer, focusing all my attention on it. The door opened, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that familiar figure walk into the office, close the door, and leave , leaving my husband and me alone. Everyone in the company should have seen Xiaoying arrive and knew we had something to discuss; no one would disturb us in the office anytime soon. After entering the office, Xiaoying took off her sunglasses, revealing red and swollen eyes, devoid of eyeshadow—she had clearly been crying. At that moment, my heart suddenly ached. I always gently comforted Xiaolai when she cried, but Xiaoying's crying was the most painful thing for me. I hadn't decided how to deal with her, so I remained "focused" on the computer, ignoring Xiaoying. Seeing my reaction, Xiaoying knew my attitude. Without a word, she walked towards me with soft steps , slowly around my desk, and stood beside my chair. She just stood there, looking at me silently, her eyes filled with tears that seemed ready to spill at any moment . I hardened my heart and didn't turn to look at her, continuing with my work. After looking at me for a while, Xiaoying slowly lowered her body. Finally, to my astonishment, she slowly knelt down beside me, then rested her upper body on my lap, her hands on my thighs, burying her face in them. She lay there on me, sobbing, her hands constantly gripping and releasing my pants. Although I couldn't truly understand Xiaoying's feelings, hearing her sobs and feeling her clenching and unclenching hands, I knew from her experience that Xiaoying was heartbroken beyond measure. Through my pants, I could feel the warmth of her face; I wondered if her tears had seeped through and dampened my thighs. Xiaoying's actions made it impossible for me to remain calm. I involuntarily stopped typing . I wasn't surprised that Xiaoying came to my company to question me, or that we argued; I wasn't surprised that she came seeking answers. But for her to come to the company, kneel before me, and sob on my body was completely unexpected.

Is this still the same wife who is cold and aloof to others, and assertive and indifferent in the workplace? I looked down at

Xiaoying's hair at the back of her head, at her slightly trembling shoulders, at her hands that kept clenching and unclenching. I still felt a pang of

reluctance. After all, I have always loved her, and this is the first time we've ever argued. I just looked down at her,

unsure of what to say. Forgive her? My anger and resentment had nowhere to go. Should I continue to be angry with her?

That would only make things worse. Did I really want to lose her?

Although I was very angry and annoyed today, I never thought about abandoning Xiaoying, nor did I ever think about

divorcing her. After all, I love her. For her sake, I rarely go to places with a shady reputation, and I rarely

go out for . As for cheating, I've never done it, because I feel that no other woman can

compare to my Xiaoying.

Xiaoying, who was still crying, probably noticed that I had stopped working. Without the

sound of the keyboard, she slowly stopped crying, then raised her tear-streaked face. Her face was now a mess; her

eyelids were swollen from crying, and her recently touched-up makeup was ruined again.

After raising her head, Xiaoying knelt down on the ground, her hands on my legs, her head bowed, sobbing softly. Looking at Xiaoying's

pitiful state, a pang of pity flashed through my heart. After all, she was my wife, and things had to be resolved. My

anger this time had probably frightened her; it had served its purpose.

Xiaoying seemed to be hesitating, making a decision. Would she confess to me? If she confessed about her

affair with her father, what should I do? Should I also confess to her, telling her that I was the one who secretly

pushed and arranged everything? I'll leave it all to Xiaoying to decide. If Xiaoying confronts me, then I will

tell her the truth.

"Honey, what's wrong with you today?" Xiaoying glanced up at me gently.

When she saw me looking at her too, her eyes met mine, and she quickly lowered her head again, speaking timidly.

"Did something happen? Tell me what's wrong, and we'll face it together. Even if

the sky falls we're not afraid." Xiaoying noticed I wasn't speaking. I didn't know why, perhaps she felt

guilty. Her voice was very soft, and she avoided eye contact.

Hearing her words, I knew she had no intention of being honest with me now. She planned to keep it a secret

until the very end. She would never tell me about her affair with my father unless absolutely necessary,

because , according to their understanding, it would be devastating for the family if I found out. Xiaoying probably vaguely

guessed that I had found out about what happened last night, so she was worried. But she wasn't sure

if I really knew. So, she asked me why, and also to test the waters. If I hadn't

discovered their affair, Xiaoying would definitely not be the first to confess.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just feeling really irritable today, I don't know why," Xiaoying

had already said a couple of sentences to me. Couples shouldn't hold grudges overnight; things always need to be resolved. I simply replied to Xiaoying.

Since she didn't want to be honest, I had no intention of confronting her, since I never intended to confront them

anyway.

"Then what's wrong? There must be a reason, right? This is the first time you've lost your temper.

Tell your wife what's wrong. If I've done something wrong, tell me, and I'll definitely change." Xiaoying burst into

tears . She remained kneeling, wiping her eyes with a tissue, looking extremely sincere.

"It has nothing to do with you, it's just that there's been too much going on lately, maybe the pressure is too much, and work isn't

going well either. I've been particularly upset these past few days, and I've not only lost my temper with you, I've also scolded several of

my subordinates." I made up an excuse. I've never scolded my subordinates! I've always been

very ; at work, I'm a typical benevolent leader.

"Can you tell me? Is it really just because work is going badly, and the pressure is too much?" Xiaoying

seemed hesitant to believe me when she heard that this was the reason, but secretly she breathed a sigh

of relief. She seemed unwilling to give up and asked me cautiously.

"I don't want to talk about it now. You go to work first. I'll tell you when I feel like it. I'm

going back to work now. You can go." I couldn't find any other excuse, so I could only use refusal as a way to brush it

off. I gave Xiaoying the hint to leave, after all, staying at the company for so long was not a good thing.

"No, I'm not going to work today, and I'm not going to university. I'm not going anywhere today. I'll stay here with

you and won't interfere with your work." Xiaoying got up to walk to the side, but she stumbled as soon as she took a

step and almost fell. It was obvious that her knees were injured

or numb from kneeling on the cold ground for so long. Fortunately, I reacted very quickly. Seeing Xiaoying about to fall, I didn't have time to

think . I instinctively got up and caught her, pulling her into my arms. Xiaoying was startled,

but after the initial shock, she remained motionless, quietly nestled in my arms, and started crying again.

My unintentional action had made her feel my care and warmth.

"Alright, go to work. You don't need to stay here with me," I said, letting go of Xiaoying.

I couldn't rest easy with her there; the struggle in my heart and

the scene lingered.

"No, I must stay here with you today. You work," Xiaoying wiped her tears with a tissue,

then picked up her bag and limped to the sofa in the center of the office. She slowly sat down.

The office fell silent again. I began to "concentrate" on working on the project proposal, while Xiaoying sat

quietly on the sofa, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes staring intently at me, her eyes filled

with unspoken affection. Sometimes she would suddenly tremble with fear, sometimes

her face would light up with happiness and warmth. I would occasionally glance at Xiaoying out of the corner of my eye, watching her...

I felt more listless than ever before, and my heart ached terribly. Although I feigned indifference, my heart

was aching so badly I could hardly breathe.

It was already noon, and my colleagues had all gone out for lunch. I had no appetite, and

Xiaoying was still there, so I continued working on my proposal. Xiaoying glanced at the time and quietly

left the office, afraid of disturbing my work. She did go after all, and I couldn't help but feel a

sense of relief , though a little disappointed.

But I was wrong. Less than two minutes later, Xiaoying returned with bags of food. She

quietly opened the bags and placed the food on my desk, tidying everything up neatly.

"Let's eat first," Xiaoying said softly after finishing her meal. She was indeed hungry;

the few steamed buns she'd eaten that morning weren't enough to satisfy her hunger. I picked up my food and started eating

, but Xiaoying didn't touch her chopsticks. She just rested her chin on her hand and quietly watched me eat,

constantly putting food on my plate. She looked at me with such affection, seemingly

enjoying watching me eat.

"Why aren't you eating?" I felt a little embarrassed eating alone, so I couldn't help but ask

Xiaoying.

"I'm not hungry," Xiaoying

said Actually, she wasn't not hungry; she simply had no appetite.

"Eat with me," I said, offering her a portion of food and setting out her chopsticks.

A warm glint appeared in Xiaoying's eyes. She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat slowly, but she didn't seem

to taste the food; her mind wasn't on it. During lunch, Xiaoying seemed

hesitant to speak several times, as if she had so much to say but couldn't bring herself to say it.

The lunch ended in a rather quiet and subdued atmosphere .

From then until I left work in the evening, Xiaoying stayed in the office with me. She would occasionally clean

the office , or pour me water, make tea, or coffee. She seemed constantly busy,

finding a way to pass the time. When I rested my head on the desk during work, she would come over and

massage my temples and shoulders.

Strangely, none of my colleagues bothered me today. The office door was only

opened by Xiaoying; no one else came in, not even my assistant, Xiao Tang.

In the evening, after my colleagues had left, I took Xiaoying home. The journey was quiet. I

didn't want to talk, and Xiaoying didn't dare move or say anything either, just quietly keeping me company.

When we arrived home, my father had already prepared dinner. When he saw us, he greeted us with a smile,

but because he felt guilty, the smile wasn't entirely genuine.

Xiaoying saw her father, perhaps also thinking about what happened last night. She carefully took off her shoes,

very quietly. The two of them seemed a little strange after work tonight; their usual laughter and playfulness were gone, and they were both

very quiet. Her father seemed to sense something was off about the couple coming home tonight, so

after greeting them, he said very little. The situation at the dinner table was the same. Although everyone occasionally spoke to each other,

the atmosphere at the dinner table was very different from usual because of what happened between Xiaoying and me today. Her father seemed to have noticed

something

. After dinner, I went straight to the bedroom, and

Xiaoying , followed me in. It seemed that today she followed me wherever I went. I changed my clothes and then

turned on the computer. After she changed her clothes, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed, occasionally checking her phone,

occasionally glancing at me, seemingly distracted.

I knew she wanted to talk to me; she wasn't sure if I knew something, so she couldn't

relax . I knew that if I didn't talk to her out tonight, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep. But I desperately wanted her

to go to sleep so I could find the answers to last night's events and find out if there was some hidden secret.

I was about to shut down my computer and talk to Xiaoying when my eyes inadvertently glanced at the water glass on the bedside table.

It was

the water glass I'd taken the aphrodisiac from last night. This morning, Xiaoying and I had gotten up in a rush, and no one had bothered to clean it. But this water glass made me suspicious because it wasn't mine; it belonged

to Xiaoying. Our water glasses were a pair, identical in appearance, the only difference being the design.

Mine had a cartoon boy on it, while Xiaoying's had a cartoon girl. I remembered

using my own water glass when I took the aphrodisiac last night, and before and after I poured the water, only mine was on the bedside table.

Why was it Xiaoying's now? Did I take the wrong glass last night?

Suddenly remembered a habit Xiaoying used to have, and I suddenly understood something. My heart started pounding.

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