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"gentlemen."

At dusk, Ding He, who hadn't been to the law firm for a few days, drove back from the outside.

"Where's Madame?"

"The madam is upstairs."

Still this answer.

"Has she eaten today?"

"Eat at noon."

Ding He nodded and said expressionlessly, "I'm having dinner outside, so you don't need to prepare it for me."

Walking to the hall, Ding He sat down on the sofa, tugged at his collar, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and took out one.

"Clap."

With the crisp sound of the lighter, the cigarette was lit.

The servants who saw this scene were all surprised.

Since they came to work here, they have never known that the male master, who is a barrister, has a hobby of smoking. This is the first time.

Could it be because he took care of his wife before?
And the madam has kept the door behind closed doors these days, and she doesn't even go downstairs, so she's being presumptuous?

of course.

No matter how low the male owner's status is in this mansion, it's not something their servants can dictate.

The nannies turned a blind eye to Ding He's abnormal behavior and went about their own business.

Smoky.

Ding He, who has become famous but is still just an ant in the eyes of certain classes, has no eyesight, a cigarette in his hand, and 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 client, he called the vacation driver, but no one answered.

So today I asked the housekeeper to go to the address, and I went there in person, but I still didn't see anyone.

What exactly is vacation.

Or abscond?
Ding He's pupils condensed and enlarged, and the cycle went on and on. He held a cigarette and took a puff.

He has quit smoking for many years, and he is no longer used to the taste of cigarettes, but he can no longer find any other way to try to numb himself.

liqueur?
He was afraid that he would completely lose control.

He no longer dares to go to the law firm he founded, even though not many people know that he is married, and it is even less likely to know who his wife is, but this is the psychology of people.

A thief is naturally guilty.

Even if he was not wrong at all, but the biggest victim.

The powerful nicotine didn't have a very good effect at this time. Ding He's mood didn't improve after a cigarette was burned out. His heavy breathing was like a waking volcano.

There was no ashtray at home, so he directly stuck the cigarette butt on the marble coffee table, then got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Sir, what do you want?"

"I'll send some fruit up for my wife."

"I'll help you."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Ding He personally picked a plate of fruit from the abundant refrigerator, washed it and returned it, and walked upstairs with it.

"Sir, madam explained..."

When he was about to go upstairs, the housekeeper blocked him.

Ding He stopped.

In the past, he would definitely not remember the villain's faults, and would not argue with the servants, but today he is rare and tough.

"She is my wife. I want to see her. Do I still need your consent?"

The housekeeper was in a daze, caught off guard by Ding He's sudden outburst.

"Step aside."

Ding He stared straight at her.

A servant is a servant after all, and still dare not openly resist the authority of Ding He, the male master. The housekeeper took a step aside, and at the same time reminded: "Sir, be careful that Madam will get angry."

Ding He ignored it 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 asked irritably, "Who?"

"it's me."

Hearing Ding He's voice, Fang Ai, with disheveled hair and haggard look, shook her eyes, turned her head, and shouted towards the door: "I'm not feeling well, don't bother me."

Although not polite, it is obviously much better than before.

"Clap."

The door was twisted open.

Fang Ai never had the habit of locking the door. After all, in this house, no one would dare to trespass into her bedroom without permission.

Ding He, who has always been submissive, came in with fruit.

Fang Ai put down her pen, "I said don't bother me, don't you understand?"

"I'll bring you some fruit."

Ding He closed the door, approached, put down the fruit plate, and inadvertently saw the notebook spread out on the table.

There are densely written names on it.

This should be the reason why Fang Ai stayed in the house these days.

Through the increasingly scribbled handwriting, it can be seen that Fang Ai's impatience is gradually deteriorating, and Ding He even noticed a familiar name at the end of the page.

Fang Qing.

"Snapped."

Fang Ai closed the notebook with one hand, and at this point, she didn't seem to feel any guilt, she still ordered: "Get out."

Ding He looked away.

"I have a question, I want to ask you, I will leave after I finish."

"No time."

Fang Ai didn't pretend to think, and was unreasonable.

"You seem to be fine 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 go, but there is something, you should give me an explanation."

Ding He took out his mobile phone, clicked on a video, then picked up the mobile phone, the screen was facing Fang Ai's face.

"what is this?"

Fang Ai's complexion changed, fully explaining what it means to open your eyes and tell nonsense.

"What? I don't know!"

At this time, there was no regret at all.

Ding He's heart became completely cold, and at the same time, the resentment and humiliation accumulated over the years were boiling like magma.

"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, are you worthy of your status if you do this?"

"Shut up! Who are you! What qualifications do you have to teach me!"

Fang Ai raised her hand and was about to slap her, as if it had become a habit.

The slap that was supposed to be heard did not appear, and Ding He, who used to be submissive, grabbed her arm.

"I'm not a thing, I'm your husband."

Ding He said every word.

In today's popular vocabulary, Ding He, who was cuckolded by his wife and the driver, can be described as a serious grievance, 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, even his expression didn't change at all, one hand was holding Fang Ai's arm, the other hand was still holding the phone, the screen was facing Fang Ai's face, and moved closer.

"Look 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 you don't need to take it, everyone knows."

As expected of a barrister, he knows how to give full play to 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 cursing viciously: "Ding, I wonder if you are crazy? Yes, the picture above is correct, I slept with Veatch, and more than once. I can tell you that we are often together, in the car, on the beach, on the cruise ship... By the way, and in this room. Hehe, he is really capable, and he can make me ecstatic every time... "

"Yes, unfortunately, he is dead."

Fang Ai paused.

"What did you say?"

"I went to find him today, but there was no one. I think, if he didn't abscond, it should be your family who took care of you."

Fang Ai frowned.

Not shocked by the news.

She had anticipated the death of "his mistress", but what made her uncomfortable was Ding He's tone of voice.

"Death under the peony flower, even being a ghost is romantic. Tell me, will he feel wronged when he dies?"

The smile on Ding He's face made Fang Ai feel more and more strange.

"Let go!"

She shook her arm and seemed to have just reacted.

Ding He was unmoved, on the contrary, he grasped it even harder.

"Fang Ai, am I not good enough for you? Have you ever considered me as your husband for a moment?"

Ding He's tone was very light, he didn't know if he was asking Fang Ai or himself, although he was looking at Fang Ai, his pupils were out of focus.

"Ding He, I thought you were a smart person. Don't you know who you are? You have to be self-aware, yet you still dare to bring this video to me."

Fang Ai seemed to think it was ridiculous,
In her concept, wearing a cuckold doesn't seem to 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 game to your death. Divorce, I don't think I can lose my housewife, what kind of fame can you surnamed Ding make!"

Fang Ai's face was cold, this time she seemed to have made up her mind, not just a threat.

"Although you invested in Tianhe, I have been managing it all the time. If the law firm gives it to me, I don't want anything else."

It is of course unrealistic to ask the housewife to leave the house without leaving the house, even if it is legal.

Ding He, who had suffered great humiliation, had already made very humble demands, but Fang Ai didn't seem to have the slightest bit of compassion.

Ding He's tone of voice clearly agreed to the divorce, and did not make any recovery, which made the domineering housewife couldn't help but feel insulted and offended.

"Dream! Let me tell you, you never want to take a child away!"

"Tianhe has no meaning to you."

A law firm is really insignificant to Fang Ai, and she doesn't care at all.

But women, especially spoiled ones, never think so much.

To them, it's bullshit to keep a line of life.

"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 clenched his hands even more tightly.

Fang Ai was already feeling the pain, she frowned and struggled hard, "Ding, if you don't let go, I'll make you look good!"

Ding He finally let go.

"boom."

Fang Ai, who was caught off guard, lost her balance and fell backwards, hitting her elbow on the table, and her delicate skin was instantly flushed.

In fact, it was not a serious injury, but Fang Ai seemed to be in great pain, and immediately shouted like a shrew: "Ding, you are going to be a beggar! I will make you have no place in the whole country!"

With the Fang family's energy, these words were not considered a threat at all.

But the lofty Miss Fang forgot a word.

Be forgiving and forgiving.

Simultaneously.

She should have never understood the simplest truth.

An honest person who is cornered is 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 enlarged in his pupils, and then filled his whole mind. Ding He's mind was empty, only one thought echoed.

Make this watch pay!
The small and sharp knife in the fruit bowl became the most convenient tool. Ding He, whose sanity was completely annihilated, reached out to pick up the fruit knife, and stabbed Fang Ai who was leaning against the table without thinking.

"Pfft."

A knife.

Two knives.

Three knives.

Fang Ai's eyes widened.

Ding He kept moving, entering and exiting his wife's body, and the speed gradually accelerated, as if he was expressing his dignity as a man in another way.

The splashed blood stained Ding He's clothes red.

I don't know how long it took.

Ding He stopped slowly.

The knife was still stuck in Fang Ai's abdomen, he let go of his hand and took a step back.

Fang Ai's eyes were wide open, she slowly slid down the table and fell to the ground, blood flowed uncontrollably from her rotten sandbag-like abdomen, the scene was shocking.

Undoubtedly, this top socialite in Kyoto, who has been stabbed countless times, has no vital signs. Perhaps she would never have imagined that she would die so horribly, at the hands of an incompetent husband who dismissed her.

"Aren't you very proud? Proud, continue to be proud! Hahaha..."

Ding He didn't panic, looked at his wife's body, and even laughed frantically.

Because Fang Ai had told her before, or during her lifetime, there was no need to worry about any servants coming up casually.

Blood flowed silently.

A pool of blood slowly formed on the floor.

A strong smell of blood began to spread.

For ordinary people, after the impulsiveness has passed, 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 nothing worse than death.

Leaving Fang Ai's body lying there, Ding He went into the bathroom that should belong to him as if nothing had happened. After washing his hands, he took a shower generously.

then.

Went back to the room and changed into clean clothes.

"Ma'am has already rested, please don't disturb anyone."

Ding He went downstairs and instructed the servant with a natural expression.

Thanks to Fang Ai's usual domineering, the servants did not dare to offend and obeyed Ding He's orders.

Afterwards, Ding He even watched the news for half an hour in front of the servants as usual, and then started working in the lobby with his laptop.

Silent night.

All the servants have gone to rest.

Ding He, who is still dedicated to his job after success and fame, closed his laptop, his eyes were silent, he got up expressionlessly and walked to the kitchen, looking at a bunch of different knives.

After a few minutes.

He went upstairs, came to the door of the master bedroom, and easily opened the door that used to be a barrier.

"Squeak."

The door opens.

Through the crack of the door, one could see Fang Ai's body still lying on the ground upright, with her head sideways, her open eyes looking in the direction of the door.

perspective.

Only two feet of a man.

Then the door slowly closed, gradually blocking those wide open eyes. (end of this chapter)