Why are you messing with her? Her mission is to bully the scumbag

"You're saying 'Ababa', I'm saying 'Ababa', she's saying 'Ababa'..."

Xu Miaomiao's explanation was a bit outrageous.

This absurd conversation echoed in Ling Jinxing's mind. She couldn't help laughing and thought: He is still trying to explain after all this. He is just like a clown!

It was late at night and the moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto Ling Jinxing's desk. The divorce agreement looked particularly dazzling in the dim light.

One month was enough for her to see the truth about this marriage.

The simple words "marital disharmony" may have been just a joke to Zhou Fuquan in the past, but now they have become a knife in his heart.

When the lawyer appeared before Zhou Fuquan with the cold document, he was stunned, his eyes fixed on the words: "Marital life is not harmonious." His face turned pale in an instant, and his hands trembled slightly.

He angrily called Ling Jinxing, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger: "Ling Tingmei, how dare you sue me? Am I not good enough to you?"

During this period of time, no matter how much money she spent, he never even said a word of objection!

Ling Jinxing chuckled on the other end of the phone, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice: "Good? It's good, but can good make up for everything? Check your conscience, have you touched me in the past two months? Or is there something I didn't do well enough?" Her tone was deliberately provocative, she knew that this was exactly the reaction she wanted.

The eunuch can't do this anymore, but he still wants to keep pretending! You can pretend as much as you want!

Let’s play slowly.

Zhou Fuquan was silent for a moment, feeling mixed emotions.

How could he say that? He was no longer capable of anything, that he had become a "eunuch"? Where was the dignity of a man?

"Okay, you can get a divorce!" Zhou Fuquan gritted his teeth and said with determination in his voice, "But don't even think about taking anything from me!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Jinxing snorted disdainfully, and her voice was particularly clear over the phone: "Really? Then should I publish Xu Miaomiao's medical records from the night she came back?" Her tone was full of threats, and she knew that this was her bargaining chip.

Zhou Fuquan's expression darkened instantly. He hadn't expected Ling Jinxing to investigate him. "You...you investigated me?" His voice trembled, clearly having felt a pang of pain.

"I'm just concerned about my husband's health. Is there anything wrong with that?" Ling Jinxing's voice was calm and firm. "Or do I, as a wife, have no right to know everything about my husband's health?"

Zhou Fuquan fell silent again. He knew that he had already lost.

Ling Jinxing's voice rang out again on the other end of the line, with a hint of determination: "Zhou Fuquan, our marriage has come to an end. You and I both know this. It's not because of any disharmony in our married life, but because you are no longer the man I love."

That man doesn't deserve to be called a man!

These words were like a thunderclap, instantly shattering Zhou Fuquan's inner defenses. After he hung up the phone, rage surged through him like a raging beast. He rushed into the study, grabbed a book, and hurled it against the wall. Then he smashed the pen holder, the desk lamp, and anything else he could throw at it. The ping-pong sounds echoed as he unleashed all his frustration and resentment.

Xu Miaomiao was frightened by the sudden noise and ran over to see what had happened. However, when she pushed open the study door, she saw Zhou Fuquan's blood-red eyes, filled with anger and despair.

"You...how dare you come here?" Zhou Fuquan's voice was hoarse and low, like a wail coming from the depths of hell. "If you and my mother hadn't teamed up to plot against me, how could I have ended up like this?"

Xu Miaomiao was intimidated by Zhou Fuquan's aura. She wanted to explain, but found that she couldn't even make a sound. Zhou Fuquan seemed to have lost his mind. He grabbed Xu Miaomiao's shoulders and pushed her against the wall, forming a wall-dong posture.

"Xu Miaomiao, didn't you say you like me? Okay, then give yourself to me now!" Zhou Fuquan's voice was full of threats and desires. He lowered his head and bit Xu Miaomiao's red lips hard, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Xu Miaomiao felt a sharp pain. She wanted to struggle, to push Zhou Fuquan away, but Zhou Fuquan was too strong. She could only close her eyes tightly and endure it all silently.

The study was in a mess, with books scattered all over the floor and broken pieces of a desk lamp scattered everywhere.

However, an independent space seemed to have formed between Zhou Fuquan and Xu Miaomiao, full of depression and despair.

Xu Miaomiao finally broke free from Zhou Fuquan's restraints. She was gasping for breath, her eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

Zhou Fuquan seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He slumped on the ground, staring ahead with empty eyes.

"Zhou Fuquan, you've changed..." Xu Miaomiao's voice trembled. She couldn't believe that the man in front of her would become like this. "You used to be so outstanding and so gentle, but now..."

"Excellent? Gentle?" Zhou Fuquan sneered, "That's all in the past. Now I have nothing. Are you satisfied? Are you and my mother satisfied?"

When Xu Miaomiao heard this, tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

"What? Now that you know I'm not a 'complete' man, you're planning to abandon me? Is the love you always talked about so fragile?" Zhou Fuquan's lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes filled with coldness and despair. He waved his hand violently and roared at Xu Miaomiao, "Get out! Get out! Don't let me see you again, or I... I will really kill you!"

Xu Miaomiao bit her trembling lips, tears welling up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall.

She turned around and rushed out of this room full of depression and anger as fast as she could, leaving Zhou Fuquan alone and desperate.

However, her heart was filled with resentment and doubt. It was clearly Ling Jinxing who was behind this matter, so why did all the blame point to her in the end?

At this time, Ling Jinxing was standing not far away, watching this scene coldly.

A smug smile played on her lips, and she secretly felt relieved that her plan had gone so smoothly.

She turned and walked away, mentally pondering her next move.

Returning to the home she once shared with Zhou Fuquan, she began to pack her things.

Those brand-name bags, jewelry, and priceless works of art are all her accumulation over the years, and now she wants to take them all away.

After Xu Miaomiao left, Zhou Fuquan seemed to have lost his soul.

He sat dejectedly on the ground, looking ahead with empty eyes.

I don’t know how long it took, but when he raised his head again, his eyes were full of determination.

He stood up and strode towards Ling Jinxing.

"Ling Tingmei, I was wrong!" He stood in front of Ling Jinxing, his voice filled with pleading, "Can we not get divorced? Don't leave, I... I really can't live without you!"