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Chapter 1012 - 719 Thanks to the leader for his great kindness (Thank you, Alliance Leader!!!)_2

Chapter 1012: 719 Thanks to the leader for his great kindness (Thank you, Alliance Leader!!!)_2

The tall, imposing white driver got out of the car and opened the door for Fang Ai, while Ding He, the prominent lawyer and male head of the household, remained indifferent and uninvolved.

The nanny greeted her respectfully.

"Miss Fang."

Fang Ai, as if she heard nothing, walked inside with an air of nobility.

Ding He, who got out of the car alone, followed behind with a displeased expression.

Oddly enough, it seemed as though both the driver and the nanny treated him as if he were invisible.

Upon entering the house, Fang Ai crossed her legs elegantly and sat down on the sofa.

There was no communication between the spouses.

The nannies serving them seemed used to this sort of situation.

One nanny brought over some beauty-enhancing bird’s nest soup imported just for her, while Ding He was completely ignored, not even offered a cup of tea.

"Who told you to sit?"

Ding He, who was about to sit, paused mid-action and looked toward his wife, who wouldn’t even glance directly at him.

Bearing his anger, since Fang Ai didn’t allow him to sit, he truly just stood there.

"What more do you want?"

Perhaps mindful of the nannies’ presence and not wanting to lose face, he kept his voice from getting too loud.

Fang Ai, plain-looking but exuding an air of elegance, seemed deaf to his words and expressionlessly ordered a nanny, "Bring the washboard."

The nanny wasn’t surprised but glanced at Ding He, whose face suddenly darkened, with a touch of sympathy before leaving to follow the order.

Quickly,

A washboard that shouldn’t be found in such a house was brought in and placed on the floor.

Ding He’s expression wavered.

"Kneel down."

Fang Ai, holding her bird’s nest soup, said softly.

"Fang Ai, don’t go too far."

It was hard to imagine that this man, clutching his hands and looking so miserable and humble, was the same prominent, accomplished attorney.

"I told you to kneel down."

"...Fang Qing and I merely have a normal superior-subordinate relationship; nothing inappropriate happened."

Indeed, every family has its own difficult scriptures to read.

Everyone only saw Ding He’s accomplishments and brilliance; who could imagine his status at home.

"Just because nothing happened doesn’t mean you didn’t wish something would."

Fang Ai, even her sitting posture radiating a domineering aura, finally turned to look at him.

"Not willing to kneel on the washboard, is that it?"

Ding He pursed his lips, maintaining the last remnants of his dignity as a man.

"Didn’t we buy durian yesterday? Bring one here."

As her words fell, the pity in the nanny’s eyes watching Ding He grew.

A durian weighing about seven or eight kilos was brought over.

The washboard was taken away.

Ding He, his face ashen, said, "Fang Ai, you must remember, I am your husband!"

"And then?"

Fang Ai, with a mocking smile, "Had it not been for the fact that you are my husband, Fang Ai, do you think you could have reached your current position just by yourself? Ding He, do you think because you have attained some accomplishments now and become a so-called renowned lawyer, you are something special, and you’ve started to lose yourself?"

"If you have forgotten, I can remind you. Your entire current life — what you eat, where you live, what you wear, even your law firm — all was given to you by me. I granted them to you, and just as easily, I can take them all back."

Ding He’s face changed continually, his clenched jaw making it apparent just how turbulent his emotions were inside.

"Do you really have to be this way?"

"It’s not that I have to be this way. If you were obedient, wouldn’t I treat you well? But you insist on doing things that displease me. I’m merely ensuring you remember the lesson and don’t make the same mistake again."

No wonder the servants treated Ding He so differently.

Fang Ai’s tone wasn’t that of a wife to her husband, more like to a pet.

"You all can leave now."

Ding He instructed the nannies.

Though they ignored him, as the rightful male master of the house, the servants still had to obey Ding He’s orders.

"Yes."

As the nannies were about to exit, leaving the couple to deal with their issues alone, Fang Ai left no room for negotiation.

"No one is allowed to leave."

The nannies immediately halted.

In traditional Shenzhou culture, the man is supposed to be the head of the family, the pillar of the home.

But in this house, who the real ruler was remained crystal clear to the servants.

Ding He glared fiercely at his wife, his eyes nearly bursting with blood.

Fang Ai remained indifferent.

"Will you kneel, or will you not kneel?"

Cold and merciless.

She truly leaves no dignity for Ding He.

With such a wife, it seems almost justifiable for a man to seek a mistress.

The housekeepers stand by, discreetly observant.

The atmosphere quiets down, so silent that one could hear a pin drop.

Fang Ai is fortunate. Ding He, being a prestigious lawyer, understands the law; many women suffer beatings from their husbands over trivial disagreements.

Fang Ai looked up, her gaze icy, patience slowly draining from her pupils.

It might have been ten seconds, or perhaps a minute, but Ding He, dressed in a suit, slowly bent down in utter silence and actually kneeled on the painfully sharp durian.

Is a man’s knees not worth gold?

Yet kneeling to his own wife didn’t seem humiliating.

Fang Ai’s lips curled up slightly as she picked up a spoon and delicately tasted the bird’s nest soup.

With his head bowed, kneeling on the durian, Ding He felt physical pain, but more so the humiliation.

Yet such is life, nothing comes without effort; you have to give something to get something.

Fang Ai leisurely enjoyed her bird’s nest soup, unconcerned about her husband kneeling beside her, showing no signs of letting him stand.

Only after she finished her bowl of bird’s nest soup did she casually say, "Alright."

Ding He clenched his teeth tightly, shakily standing up, his legs numb and his knees aching sharply.

"This time, I’ll let it go; don’t let there be a next time."

Fang Ai set down her bowl.

If Ding He were to kneel down again and say "Thank you for your grace," it would indeed fit the scene.

The corrective yet severe Fang Ai stood up and walked upstairs, while concurrently instructing, "Call Veatch in; I need to speak with him."

Leaving her husband behind just like that, Fang Ai went straight upstairs.

Only then was Ding He allowed to sit on the sofa and soothe his knees.

Soon, a tall, well-built Caucasian chauffeur walked in, his posture erect as he headed upstairs.

Ding He watched him silently with a twitching corner of his eye.

Mutual understanding.

Having fulfilled their intent, Mao Dun and Yu Feihong took their leave.

"Don’t worry, Tong Dan must have cooled off by now."

Mao Dun nodded. "Thanks."

Yu Feihong made a sarcastic smile.

The two entered the elevator.

"It’s true, Lawyer Ding has an extraordinary demeanor; it’s as if none of this bothers him."

Mao Dun, impressed, then asked, "Do you think there’s something between her and Ding He?"

Yu Feihong watched the descending numbers and shook his head, "It doesn’t seem like it."

"I think so too."

Mao Dun deeply agreed, sighing, "I’d heard about her from Tong Dan before and didn’t pay much attention, but she truly is exceptional and beautiful. If she were my subordinate, I might’ve made a mistake too."

"Are you already eyeing her friend without having won her over?"

"Cut the crap; Tong Dan and I are just friends."

Mao Dun looked a bit peculiar, eyeing his womanizing friend, "Strange, this isn’t like you. When did you become such a gentleman?"

Yu Feihong had maintained a very measured behavior during his interaction with Fang Qing.

Yu Feihong sighed. "Didn’t I tell you? I met an immortal a few days ago; I’m still not over it."

"Stop talking nonsense; who the hell wears a Daoist robe while wandering Xidan?"

Mao Dun scoffed at this.

Yu Feihong shook his head; with a "ding", the elevator doors opened, and he stepped out.

"Telling you that you’re inexperienced; you don’t believe it. Ignorance isn’t to be feared, but being ignorant and not knowing it, that’s a joke."

"Come on, then, call this person over; I want to see with my own eyes."

"I told you, it’s an immortal; don’t you get it? Can you just summon an immortal?"

"Forget it; with your personality, would you let go if you really met one?"

Remembering this, Yu Feihong felt a hint of melancholy.

"I tried, but she didn’t agree; I can’t just force her, right? I’m not that kind of person. ’A casual meeting at Fengling Ferry, mistaken through life just like Yang Guo.’"

With sighs and laments, they exited the building. When they reached the parking lot, Yu Feihong suddenly stopped, his face showing hesitation and confusion towards a direction.

"Saw a ghost?"

The equally stopped Mao Dun was puzzled, then followed his gaze.

An Audi S8 was maneuvering, apparently looking for a parking space, and through the angle, the driver’s blurry profile could be seen.