My Love Story with My Wife (Part Two)

Attentive readers will focus on Old A, and I did sense at the time that my wife's relationship with him was somewhat abnormal. However, when I was in school, my teachers often said: "Base your actions on facts and adhere to the law." Although this matter hadn't yet reached a legal level, without concrete evidence, relying solely on feelings wasn't convincing. Moreover, under what circumstances did they break moral boundaries? What psychology drove them to do this? To what extent had their relationship progressed? What was their ultimate goal? None of these questions were clarified. Rushing to confront them without a clear understanding and a well-thought-out plan would inevitably lead to nothing and could even create a negative chain reaction. As a man, I must be rational and clarify the cause and effect of the situation before determining my next course of action. This is being responsible to my family and to myself! So I decided to observe for a while longer.
As I mentioned at the beginning, my new workplace was quite remote, not in the city center, but two or three miles from a village. Most of my colleagues had bought houses in the city and could go home on weekends unless they were on duty; some even traveled back every day. At that time, I hadn't been there long and couldn't afford to buy a house. I could only live in the staff quarters assigned by my work unit. Each house in this quarters was the same size: three main rooms, one small storage room, and a small courtyard. This quarters weren't even near the work unit; it was more than a kilometer away. My wife and I lived in those three single-story houses for four years until I transferred to a new unit and bought a house in the city.
The day after I returned from the training camp, I went back to work, and my life returned to a regular routine. I worked eight hours a day at the unit and went home to rest in the evenings. Every day when I came home, my wife would have dinner ready for me. Because my work was so demanding, I didn't want to go back to the unit after leaving. After dinner, we would sometimes go for a walk, sometimes visit colleagues, and if there was nothing else to do, we would stay home reading or watching TV. We continued to be affectionate and create our own happiness. Time flowed quietly like the stream in front of the door, and before we knew it, more than half a month had passed. The peaceful days had almost made me forget the psychological torment Old A had inflicted on me.
Friday evening, my wife and I returned from a walk, chatting and laughing. As soon as we entered the door, the bedroom phone rang incessantly. My wife rushed over and picked it up. I stood in the outer room, quietly observing her expression. After saying "I'm not going," she fell silent, listening to the other end of the line. "Who called? What does she need me to do?" My doubts resurfaced.
My wife held the phone, looking troubled, and after a long silence, finally uttered a soft "Mmm." She put down the phone, turned to me, her face slightly flushed, and said softly, "Old A wants me to join in a game of cards. Is that alright?"
The lurking fish had surfaced again. I'd come back and interrupted their fun. From my wife's blushing face, I could imagine Old A's state; he was probably anxiously waiting in his office right now. Humph! " I couldn't control myself in less than twenty days. Since you two want to meet, I'll let you. I want to see how you'll continue your act. Today, I'll expose your charade." I thought to myself, but didn't show it on my face.
"Ha, go ahead! I used to fight with them all the time. If you suddenly stop, people will wonder. It's too late, just rest in my dorm!" I said magnanimously to my wife.
"Honey, you're so good!" My wife's eyes lit up with excitement at my words. She came over, hugged me, and kissed my cheek. "Leave the door open for me, I'll be back." With that, she floated out of the room, pushed her bicycle out of the courtyard gate, and disappeared from my sight.
Years of ups and downs in the workplace and the trials of life had shattered those distant memories, settling them at the bottom of my heart's lake. Now, I was alone in the room, like someone sitting alone in a small boat, gazing at the misty rain on the cold river, listening to the soft strains of parting. Those fragments of memory surged back into my mind, rippling on the surface of my heart's lake.
My path to marriage has not been smooth. Including my wife, I've met and been in contact with twelve women. After our marriage, I introduced them to my wife, jokingly calling them the "Twelve Beauties." The first eleven "beauties" were of varying qualities: some were dull, some delicate and fragile, and others simple and dignified. The expensive ones were beyond my reach, and the coarse ones I disdained; I never found one truly suitable. It wasn't until my wife appeared that I realized I'd found a kindred spirit in life. It wasn't just her appearance that attracted me; I saw in her a resemblance to a female classmate from high school. Although the title of "class beauty" didn't exist then, she was indeed the most alluring flower in the eyes of the male students. During puberty, with the stirrings of sexual desire, it's normal to develop feelings for the opposite sex. I don't know what others thought, but she was definitely the one I longed for day and night. However, I knew that given my circumstances at the time, I could only have inappropriate thoughts, not inappropriate actions. She left a very deep impression on me; to this day, I still remember her name and her appearance. When I first met my wife, subconsciously I mistook her for the younger sister of that female classmate, and I immediately made a secret vow to marry her.
A month before our marriage, we had our first sexual encounter. This first time left a deep impression on me. Later, I recorded the scene in a poem. I'm sharing it with you now!
"Autumn Night"
Outside the window, the rain has stopped and the moon rises, a gentle breeze stirs, and a rainbow appears. Before me, a beautiful woman smiles silently. Her jade fingers loosen her robe, her silk skirt swaying, her eyes sparkling with spring's passion.
The moon peeks through the window frame, and within the curtained bed, her shadow is hazy. Her hair piles on the pillow, a hairpin lies askew beside it. In our dream of Wushan, our love is intense, though there is no rain, there are
still fallen petals! On our wedding night in late autumn, the room was rather cold. After our passionate encounter, to quench my thirst, she went naked to pour water and make coffee. When she slipped back into bed, her body was so cold that I shivered. This incident deeply moved me. On the third day after our marriage, I sincerely confessed my love to her in writing: I am a silent volcano, enjoying the tranquility of solitude in stillness. Coldness is my outward shell, passion my eternal essence. The molten lava within me is licking and licking my hardened chest with fervor. Recalling your figure under the moon, the cold shell cracks, and molten lava of love flows outward; savoring your smile in the mirror, the cloak of reserve fades, and the flames of love burn it to dust. You ignited the fire in my heart; you gave me hope for love. I will grasp the wings of dreams and fly to the sky of passion, running with you to the shores of joy!
Later, I was hospitalized with a high fever, and she stayed by my side day and night, massaging and rubbing my body. During the time when I was unemployed, she always wore a beaming smile in front of me, but when I woke up at night, I saw her frowning, staring blankly at the ceiling. Ah! She was worried for me, sharing my burdens!
I forget which wise person said this: Fashion is a woman's most gorgeous outer garment, her body is her most alluring underwear, and her temperament is her most expensive brand! A woman's most important asset isn't sleeping in a five-star presidential suite or a cheap hotel room costing fifty yuan a night; it's who the man sleeping next to her is. Living together has made me deeply realize that my wife is a gentle and charming woman, and also a devoted family woman. From her tenderness and comfort, I can feel her affection for me. If she were to have an affair, should I erase all our past love? It's said that even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness. Would that be too heartless?
Thinking about this, I couldn't bear to expose their affair. If it were public, the pressure from all sides would force me to divorce. A woman as beautiful as her is bound to be a target for men, and she would inevitably encounter more temptations than ordinary women. I really can't bear to divorce my wife; divorcing her would not only break up my family but also shatter the dream I've secretly loved for so many years! Reflecting on the past has brought me peace of mind. As my emotions surged, time ticked by. I glanced at my watch; it was already ten o'clock at night. Was my wife really playing cards, or had she gone on a secret rendezvous? If it was a rendezvous, where would they be? These questions made me restless; curiosity took over, prompting me to leave the house.
Night had fallen, illuminating the earth. The trees lining the asphalt road stood tall, seemingly bidding me farewell. The orchard beyond, shrouded in a hazy, tranquil darkness, seemed to harbor restless spirits, wandering among the branches, subtly gathering an air of ambiguity and allure. Ah, here and now, if a beautiful woman were before me, any man's domineering nature would melt into tenderness.
I hurried along the asphalt road and soon arrived at my workplace. First, I found the room where they often played cards. Pushing open the door, I saw the room filled with the smoke of incense. Through the smoke, I saw Xiao K and three other colleagues sitting around the card table, each with a row of mahjong tiles in front of them. The three men were deep in thought, smoking and contemplating. Xiao K noticed me first as I entered.
He laughed and teased, "Hey buddy, what brings you here? Your wife's gone home. If you're late, she might not leave the door open for you." I lied too, "Haha, I was working overtime in the office today, so I just popped in for a quick chat. Who lost?"
"Ugh! Don't even mention it," a colleague complained. "Old A is such a jerk. I didn't want to play today, but he insisted no one would join in. When I came, he made me play for him. He won and left, haha, I'm paying off his debt here. I'll make him treat me tomorrow." Oh! My wife's gone, and Old A's not around either. They must be together. I lost all interest in watching them play.
"Haha, you guys play, I'm going home." With that, I left. To be more thorough, I went back to my dorm first. I turned on the light and saw my wife's coat on the bed. I turned off the light and sat on the bed for a good half hour, but she still hadn't returned. I started to worry again. She should be back by now, having been in the bathroom for so long. She couldn't possibly have taken a shower; there's no shower available upstairs. I didn't see her on the way; she definitely hadn't gone home. Could she really be in Old A's bedroom? Together so late, she and him…
Thinking this, my heart inexplicably pounded, and I even imagined them wrestling in bed. I couldn't sit still any longer. To avoid making a sound and being discovered, I changed into a pair of cloth slippers. I tiptoed down to the first floor and quietly made my way to Old A's bedroom on the west side of the office building. The office building and the staff dormitory were only separated by a road, but it felt incredibly long to me. At that time, the office building was completely dark, with only a few slivers of light shining through the folded curtains in Old A's bedroom. These few slivers of light made my heart race even faster. Actually, my heart was also pounding with nervousness. I didn't want to make a fuss about this; I was afraid these two people would discover me, and I was also afraid others would see me. I tried hard to control my racing heart and slowly approached the brightly lit window.

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