My Love Story with My Wife (Part Six)

Every family has its own troubles. This saying couldn't be more fitting for Old A. During a tryst with his wife, he confided his troubles to her. His wife then relayed his story to me. Although he had achieved some success in his career, his family life was far from happy. As I mentioned earlier, his wife was an unattractive woman. Not only that, she suffered from postpartum hemorrhage, leaving her with chronic health problems and a significantly diminished libido. She often avoided him, unwilling to share a bed with him. How could a man in his prime, full of energy, endure such torment? Not long after, he began an affair with his mother-in-law, who lived with him. It's said their first time happened during his wife's postpartum confinement period after their second child, when his mother-in-law was fifty-two. At first, I was skeptical of what my wife told me. But upon reflection, I realized it couldn't be a fabrication. By chance, I met his mother-in-law, and to my surprise, this now sixty-year-old woman was even more attractive than his wife. Initially, this mother-in-law had strongly urged her daughter to marry this poor young man. Her husband died before she was fifty. After his death, she lived with them. One had nowhere to vent her energy, and the other, widowed for many years, accepted her son-in-law. Thus, an illicit affair became a natural progression. Of course, my wife later described him in fits and starts, which further convinced me of this. Old A was strong and had a very strong sex drive. He was popular with everyone at home, young and old, and also frequented brothels. According to my wife, after he met her, he rarely had relations with his mother-in-law, and he didn't cheat on her. He thought my wife was the epitome of womanhood, and he was captivated by her. Of course, the latter part might have been just his usual flattery, so there was no need to delve into it.
My wife, wrapped in a towel, went into the bedroom, while I remained in bed, pondering Old A, considering how to face him and how to deal with him. Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang again. My wife picked it up, and it seemed the other person asked her something. My wife answered, "Not back yet," and then the other end of the phone talked for a while. She listened attentively, finally excitedly saying "Okay" before hanging up.
"Who called? What was it?" Since I hadn't pressed the listen button, I didn't hear what the other person was saying, so I asked casually.
"Hehe, honey, good news! I passed the written exam, and I can have the interview in a month!"
"That's great news! We have to celebrate tonight." Actually, for the past year or so, my wife had been both busy and focused on important matters. She mainly spent her time studying at home. Because to find a permanent job, one must pass an exam and interview to qualify for a permanent position. She took the written exam while her mother was still alive, and passing it meant she was one step closer to success. I was happy for her too.
"Honey, I'm sorry. I have to go out tonight!" My wife said, slightly embarrassed.
"Where are you going?" I asked, surprised.
"That was Old A on the phone. A friend in HR told him I passed the written test. His friend wants to meet him tonight. Old A wants me to come too, to meet them; they might be needed for the interview."
"I'll go, I'm the head of the household, after all!" I joked.
"Hey, head of the household, add your legs! Hehe, I just told him you weren't back yet, and you're making it seem like we lied."
"Oh! That makes sense. Don't come over to Old A's house. Wait for him outside, go ahead!"
"Okay! You figure out dinner yourself! It shouldn't take too long." My wife said, picking out clothes from the closet, trying them on three times, then carefully grooming herself in front of the vanity mirror. Only when she was completely satisfied did she grab her handbag and leave.
Old A's call completely disrupted my plans. But there was nothing I could do; smoothing things over and finding a job was the priority. I couldn't let a small thing ruin everything! That evening, I just made myself something simple to eat. After finishing my meal, feeling utterly bored, I went back to my workplace and retrieved the books I had left in my dormitory. The long night passed, and I kept company with my books, leaning against the headboard and reading novels. First, I read three stories from *San Yan Er Pai*: Yu Boya breaking his zither to thank his soulmate, the White Snake imprisoned forever in Leifeng Pagoda, and Bai Yuniang enduring hardship to become her husband. Later, I switched to *A Grand View of Ming and Qing Romance Novels* and read the story of Jin Yunqiao. I read until my head was spinning before finally falling asleep. Because I read so quickly, I don't remember many of the plot details clearly. However, the character of Jin Yunqiao left a deep impression on me. Her life was full of hardship. Early in her life, her family suffered a sudden tragedy, and she tearfully left the man she loved. Her sister married her lover in her place, while she herself married far away. Her husband died young, and she was sold into a brothel. Later, by a twist of fate, she became the wife of a mountain bandit chief. But her good fortune didn't last long; the bandit chief was wiped out by the government. She ended up in a nunnery. Later, her brother-in-law, who was also her first love, went through countless hardships to find her and bring her home. He wanted to rekindle their relationship, and her sister also advised her to share a husband. This passionate and righteous woman only agreed to share a room but not a bed. Before the red candles and jade curtains, with tears in her eyes, she told her former lover about her plight, saying that she was already a withered flower and could not let vanity tarnish her pure feelings. The next day, she moved to a nunnery behind the official's residence, praying day and night for the happiness and well-being of her lover and sister. Whenever I think of this story, I am filled with sorrow. Her lover was a well-read official; he must have remembered the poem "Willow of Zhangtai": "
Willow of Zhangtai, willow of Zhangtai, are you still as green as you once were?
Even if your long branches still droop as before, they will surely be broken by another's hand."
He could fully imagine how difficult it was for a weak woman in a chaotic world to preserve her chastity. Even after marriage, he remained deeply in love with Jin Yunqiao, sending people everywhere to inquire about her whereabouts. His profound affection was truly moving, and Jin Yunqiao's willingness to sacrifice herself for her family and her courage to reflect on her actions were even more touching! She too had experienced a life of luxury, but it was not of her own choosing. The book contains a long description of her feelings at that time. I don't remember the exact details, but the poem by Xu Yueying, a famous courtesan from Jianghuai, perfectly captures her sentiments: "For losing my three obediences, I weep frequently; what use is this body in human relationships? Though I spend my days in revelry, I long for simple clothes and plain hairpins." Facing her former lover and the impending wealth and glory, she did not feign innocence or try to win his favor by "plucking her lap." Instead, she always considered others' feelings. This woman's body was tainted, but her heart was pure; this purity stemmed from her unwavering preservation of genuine affection. Humans are emotional beings. When we seek our own happiness and joy, shouldn't we maintain a pure heart and sincere feelings towards our partners and friends?
My wife's opening the door woke me up. I looked at the clock; it was already three in the morning. Her hair was a little damp, and there was still a trace of alcohol on her lips. Coming home so late, I knew without asking that she must have been intimate with Old A. Seeing that I was awake, she hurriedly took off her clothes and crawled into my bed.
"Honey, I'm so happy today. You know what? There were five people at dinner today. Besides Old A and me, the other three are all useful people. One from the personnel department, one from the supervisory department, and one from the civil affairs department. They all said they would do their best."
Hearing her say that, I was still happy. But I also reminded her not to be too happy too soon; you applied for the civil affairs department, and there were many competitors. However, my words did not dampen her spirits. Perhaps it was because of this happy event that she was in high spirits. Neither of us felt tired. She told me about the events at the dinner party, how much the person in the HR department could drink, how witty the person in the disciplinary inspection department was, and how the person in the civil affairs department had a wandering eye. She went on and on about how Old A and she had managed to socialize with these people.
As she spoke, I leaned in and sniffed her, asking if she had taken a shower again. This time, she wasn't shy anymore. After a slight hesitation, she readily replied, "Yes, I went to take a shower to sober up."
"Did you and him do it again?" I asked, referring to Old A, which my wife could recognize.
"No. Those three went too!"
"Why did it take so long to shower?" I thought she wasn't telling the truth.
"Don't doubt me," my wife sensed my suspicion and explained, "She went to watch a two-person comedy show. Hehe, those two-person comedy shows are hilarious, though the things they say are a bit risqué."
So, they won't have time to be alone together. I said "Oh" in agreement. But I bet Old A is anxious! Holding my wife, listening to her say they weren't wrong, I felt a pang of regret for them. The night was as still as water, a gentle breeze blowing. With wine as matchmaker, I wonder how many lovers are entwined in tender embrace. Haha, let's hope they can be together for now, and let the moonlight remain hazy. I released my wife and lay back down.

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