"Sir."
At dusk, Ding He, who had not been to the law firm for a few days, drove back from outside.
“Where is the madam?”
“The madam is upstairs.”
This is the answer again.
"Has she eaten anything today?"
"Have eaten at lunch."
Ding He nodded and said expressionlessly: "I ate outside, you guys No need to prepare it for me."
Walking to the hall, Ding He sat down on the sofa, pulled his collar, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took out one.
“Click.”
With the crisp sound of the lighter, the cigarette lit up.
Every servant who saw this scene was surprised.
Since they came to work here, they have never known that their male host, a barrister, has a hobby of smoking. This is the first time.
Is it because I took care of my wife before?
And Madam has been shut up for the past few days and has not even gone downstairs, so she is acting presumptuous?
Of course.
No matter how low the male owner's status is in this mansion, it is not something that their servants can point out.
The nannies turned a blind eye to Ding He's abnormal behavior and went about their own business.
Smoke filled the air.
Ding He, who has become famous but is still just an ant in the eyes of some people, has dull eyes and a cigarette in his hand. He doesn't know what he is thinking.
He still didn't go to the law firm today.
After watching the video sent by the foreign customer, he called the driver on vacation, but no one answered.
So today I asked the housekeeper for the address and went there in person, but I still didn’t see anyone.
What is a vacation?
Or absconding?
Ding He's pupils condensed and dilated in a cycle, holding the cigarette and taking a puff.
He has quit smoking for many years and is no longer used to the smell of cigarettes, but he can no longer find any other way to try to numb himself.
Wine?
He was afraid that he would lose control completely.
I no longer dare to go to the law firm I founded. Even though not many people know that he is married, and it is even less likely that they know who his wife is, human psychology is like this.
Thieves naturally feel guilty.
Even if he is not wrong at all, he is the biggest victim.
The powerful nicotine did not have a very good effect at this time. After the cigarette was burned out, Ding He's mood did not improve at all. His heavy breathing was like an awakening volcano.
There was no ashtray at home, so he put the cigarette butt directly on the marble coffee table, then stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Sir, what do you want?"
"I will send some fruit to Madam."
"I will help you."
" No, I’ll do it myself.”
Ding He personally picked a plate of fruit from the abundant refrigerator, cleaned it, returned it, and walked upstairs.
"Sir, Madam has confessed..."
When he was about to go upstairs, the housekeeper blocked him.
Ding He stopped.
In the past, he would have never quarreled with the servants, but today he is unusually tough.
"She is my wife. I want to see her, do I still need your permission?"
The housekeeper was in a daze, caught off guard by Ding He's sudden outburst.
“Get out of the way.”
Ding He stared at her straightly.
A servant is a servant after all, but she still did not dare to openly resist the authority of the male master Ding He. The housekeeper took a step to the side, and at the same time reminded: "Sir, be careful that the lady will be angry."
Ding He turned a deaf ear and went upstairs with the fruit.
“Dong dong dong…”
There was a knock on the door.
Fang Ai, who had been bored in the bedroom for a few days, sat in front of the table, holding a pen, and said irritably: "Who?"
"It's me."
Hear At the sound of Ding He's voice, the disheveled and haggard-looking Fang Ai's eyes swayed, she turned around and shouted towards the door: "I'm not feeling well, don't bother me."
Although it's not polite, but Obviously much improved than before.
"Crack."
The door was twisted open.
Fang Ai has never been in the habit of locking the door. After all, in this house, no one dares to break into her bedroom without permission.
Ding He, who has always been submissive, walked in with fruits.
Fang Ai put down her pen, "I told you not to bother me, don't you understand?"
"I'm here to bring you some fruit."
Ding He closed the door, came closer, put down the fruit plate, and inadvertently saw the notebook spread out on the table.
There are names written densely on it.
This should be the reason why Fang Ai has been staying in the house these days.
Through the increasingly scrawled handwriting, we can see Fang Ai's gradually deteriorating impatience. Ding He even noticed a familiar name at the end of the page.
Fang Qing.
"Pa."
Fang Ai closed the notebook with one hand. At this time, she didn't seem to have any apology, and still commanded: "Get out."
Ding He looked away.
"I have a question that I want to ask you. I will leave after I finish asking it."
"No time."
Fang Ai was unthinking and unkind.
"You seem to have nothing to do now."
Fang Ai's face turned cold.
"Ding He, you are getting more and more presumptuous now. If you don't want to stay in this house anymore, then pack your things and get out!"
"I can leave, but there is one thing , you should give me an explanation."
Ding He took out his phone, clicked on a video, and then picked up the phone, with the screen facing Fang Ai's face.
"What is this?"
Fang Ai's expression changed, fully explaining what it meant to tell lies with open eyes.
“What? I don’t know!”
At this time, there was actually no regret at all.
Ding He's heart turned cold completely. At the same time, the resentment and humiliation accumulated over the years were boiling like lava.
“You don’t know, then let me tell you, this is a live video of you and your driver having sex, Fang Ai, you have such a noble status, is this worthy of your status?”
"Shut up! Who are you! What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson!"
Fang Ai raised her hand and was about to slap her away. It seemed to have become a habitual action.
The slap that should have sounded did not appear, and Ding He, who had always been submissive, grabbed her arm.
"I am not a thing, I am your husband."
Ding He said it word by word.
In terms of current popular vocabulary, Ding He, who was cuckolded by his wife and driver, can be said to be a real grudge, but Fang Ai seems to be even angrier than him.
"Okay, I'm getting more and more courageous. Ding, I won't give you another chance. You can get out of this house. I want to divorce you."
Ding He didn't compromise anymore, and his expression didn't even change at all. He grabbed Fang Nai's arm with one hand, and still held the phone with the other hand, with the screen facing Fang Nai's face, and moved closer. "See clearly, as long as I take this video to the court, according to the marriage law, you have to leave the house. But it seems that there is no need to take it, everyone knows it."
It's true. He is a barrister who knows how to use his professional talents and take up legal weapons to defend his rights.
Fang Ai wanted to laugh, but felt embarrassed at the same time. She couldn't help but cursed: "Ding, I wonder if you are crazy? Yes, the picture above is correct, I had sex with Veatch Bed, and more than once. I can tell you, we are often together, in the car, on the beach, on the cruise ship... Oh, and in this room. Hehe, he is really capable and makes me happy every time. So excited..."
"Really? It's a pity that he is dead."
Fang Ai paused.
"What did you say?"
"I went to look for him today, but there was no one. I think if he didn't abscond out of the country, your family would have taken care of the aftermath for you."
Fang Ai frowned.
Not that I was shocked by the news.
She had already expected her "concubine"'s death. What made her uncomfortable was the tone of Ding He's words.
"Death under peonies, a ghost is also romantic. Do you think he will feel unjust when he dies?"
The smile on Ding He's face makes Fang Ai feel more and more strangeness.
“Let go!”
She shook her arm and seemed to react.
Ding He remained unmoved. On the contrary, his grip became stronger.
"Fang Ai, am I not good enough for you? Have you ever really regarded me as your husband?"
Ding He's tone was very Qing Qing, I don't know if I am asking Fang Ai or myself. Although I am looking at Fang Ai, my pupils have no focus.
"Ding He, I thought you were a smart person. Don't you know your identity? People need to be self-aware, but you dare to come to me with this video."
Fang Ai seems to I think it’s ridiculous,
In her mind, she was a cuckold and didn't even have the right to ask for an explanation.
"Originally you could still enjoy your glory and wealth and continue to be your barrister, but unfortunately, you played the chess to death by yourself. I don't think you can survive without my roommate after divorce. What a trick!”
Fang Ai’s face was cold, this time she seemed determined, not just a threat.
“Although Tianhe is your investment, I have always been in charge of the management. The law firm gives it to me, and I don’t need anything else.”
Require Fang Ai to clean up her family. Of course it is unrealistic, even if it is legal.
Ding He, who had suffered great shame and humiliation, made very humble demands, but Fang Ai didn't seem to have any compassion at all.
Ding He's tone clearly agreed to the divorce, and he did not make any attempt to make amends, which made the self-centered Fang Ai feel insulted and offended.
"Dreaming! I tell you, you can never take away a child!"
"Tianhe means nothing to you."
A law firm means Fang Ai It really didn't matter, and she didn't care at all.
But women, especially spoiled women, never think about it that much.
Leaving a thin line in life is bullshit to them.
"So what if it's meaningless? Even if I disband it, I won't give it to you!"
Fang Ai shouted coldly: "Let go!
Ding He's hands became more and more Hold on tightly.
Fang Ai has already felt the pain, frowning, struggling hard, "Ding, if you don't let go, I will make you look good!" "
Ding He finally let go.
"Bang. ”
Caught off guard, Fang Ai lost her balance and fell backwards. Her elbow hit the table, and her delicate skin suddenly turned red.
In fact, it was not an injury, but Fang Ai As if he was in great pain, he immediately yelled like a shrew: "Ding, you are going to be a beggar! I will make you have no place in the country! ”
With the energy of the Fang family, this is not a threat at all.
But the aloof Miss Fang forgot a sentence.
You have to be merciful and merciful.
At the same time.
She probably has never understood the simplest truth.
Honest people who are forced to do anything are often scarier than anyone else.
Ding He's eyes gradually turned red, the last glimmer of hope was shattered, and the boiling volcano in his heart finally erupted.
Fang Ai's vicious and mean face gradually dilated in his pupils, and then filled his entire mind. Ding He's mind was empty of all thoughts except for one thought.
Make this watch pay the price!
The small and sharp knife in the fruit bowl became the most convenient tool. Ding He, whose rationality was completely annihilated, reached out to hold the fruit knife and without thinking, stabbed Fang Ai who was leaning against the table.< br>
"Puff."
One knife.
Two knives.
Three swords.
Fang Ai’s eyes widened.
Ding He kept moving, moving in and out of his wife's body, and the speed gradually increased, as if he was venting his dignity as a man in another way.
The splash of blood dyed Ding He's clothes red.
I don’t know how long it took.
Ding He slowly stopped.
The knife was still stuck in Fang Nai's abdomen. He let go of his hand and took a step back.
Fang Nai's eyes widened, and she slowly slid down the table to the ground. Blood flowed uncontrollably from her belly like a rotten sandbag. The scene was shocking.
There is no doubt that this top socialite in Kyoto, who had been stabbed countless times, had no vital signs. Perhaps she would never have thought that she would die so miserably, that she would die in disdain. in the hands of her incompetent husband.
"Aren't you quite proud? Proud, continue to be proud! Hahaha..."
Ding He did not panic, looked at his wife's body, and even laughed madly .
Because Fang Ai had warned her before, or before she died, not to worry about servants coming up casually.
The blood flowed silently.
A pool of blood slowly formed on the floor.
The strong smell of blood began to spread.
For ordinary people, after being impulsive, they should also feel scared at this time.
But Ding He didn’t.
As expected of a barrister, his psychological quality is indeed strong, or in other words, there is no greater sorrow than death.
Let Fang Ai's body fall there, Ding He entered the bathroom that should have belonged to him as if nothing happened. After rinsing his hands, he took a generous bath.
Then.
Go back to the room and change into clean clothes.
"Madam has already rested, please don't disturb anyone."
Ding He went downstairs and ordered the servants with a natural expression.
Thanks to Fang Ai's usually domineering attitude, the servants did not dare to offend her at all and obeyed Ding He's orders.
Afterwards, Ding He even watched the news for half an hour as usual in front of his servants, then took his laptop and started working in the hall.
It is quiet at night.
All the servants have gone to rest.
Ding He, who was still dedicated to his job even after becoming famous, closed his laptop, his eyes were silent, he stood up and walked to the kitchen expressionlessly, looking at the different knives.
A few minutes later.
He went upstairs to the door of the master bedroom, and easily opened the door that used to feel like a chasm.
"Squeak."
The door opens.
Through the crack in the door, you can see Fang Ai's body still lying upright on the ground, with her head tilted and her eyes open looking in the direction of the door.
In perspective.
Only a man’s two feet.
Then the door slowly closed, gradually blocking the wide-open eyes. (End of this chapter)