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Chapter 1021 - 724 The Disappearing Silk Stockings (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 1021: 724 The Disappearing Silk Stockings (Thanks for the tip!)_2

His mind was definitely not dull.

With that attire, that stance, it was clear they had come prepared for Fang Ai; it was no spur-of-the-moment incident.

The two men still did not respond.

But Fang Ai knew that they were not mute.

"Is it money you want? Name a figure."

At this moment, Fang Ai had no choice but to compromise for the sake of her own safety. She had to get out of the predicament first; everything else could wait until later.

"Wrap it up."

Jiang Chen hung up the video call.

Then Fang Ai saw, inexplicably, the two masked assailants didn’t demand any conditions nor did they do anything inhumane to her. They simply let her go and silently disappeared.

Fang Ai turned her head and saw through the rear windshield that they had gotten into a car, which soon turned around and drove off.

Fang Ai did not feel relieved; instead, she frowned even harder.

The Caucasian driver, whose face had been scraped, got up. "Sorry, Ai."

"Ai? You think you’re on terms to call me that?"

Even scantily clad, Fang Ai still carried an authoritative air.

It was a classic case of turning one’s back and disowning someone.

For these privileged scions, they might treat you warmly when you are of use to them, but the moment you disappoint them, they’ll kick you to the curb without a second thought.

Fang Ai, feeling irate, quickly got dressed. Her stockings were torn beyond repair and couldn’t be worn again; they had to be discarded.

A ragged stocking was thrown out of the car and landed on the ground.

"What are you staring at? Drive."

Fang Ai threw the belt over.

The Caucasian driver hurried to get dressed, and the damaged Red Flag car was started.

Back at Gongyuan Number Six.

Fang Ai had already readjusted her expression, entering the house as if nothing had happened.

Training had its effects.

These past few days, Ding He had been acting like a dutiful husband, going to work on time without any unnecessary socializing, and, even though it was the weekend, he was staying home.

"Why did it take so long today?"

Seeing Fang Ai return, he stood up.

Although he seldom interacted with the Fang family, he surely knew that every weekend, Fang Ai would visit the old master, a tradition he was certainly aware of.

Noticing that Fang Ai’s expression was off, seemingly unhappy, coupled with the time she returned, he couldn’t help but guess that she might have been lectured by the old master again.

"It’s been kept warm for you."

Ding He personally brought over a bowl of bird’s nest soup, as if to build a bridge for their recently strained marital relationship.

"You drink it yourself."

Fang Ai was not grateful, perhaps because she had indeed been scolded today, and she headed straight upstairs.

Ignored, Ding He’s smile faded and with a raise of his hand, he swiftly drank the entire expensive bird’s nest soup.

Upstairs.

He made his way to the master bedroom.

Fang Ai had already gone into the bathroom to take a shower.

The clothes she had changed out of were carelessly tossed onto the bed.

Normally, this was the nanny’s job, but perhaps in an effort to mend their marital relation, Ding He picked up the clothes one by one. Suddenly, he furrowed his brow, sensing that something was amiss.

He remembered that Fang Ai had worn stockings when she left. So, why weren’t they on her when she returned?

This minor detail, which would likely go unnoticed by most, couldn’t be overlooked by Ding He given his profession.

He looked around and sure enough, there was no sign of the stockings.

Ding He didn’t know what came to mind, but while he had intended to help his wife tidy up, he slowly sat down at the edge of the bed, clutching the clothes Fang Ai had just changed out of, and silently gritted his teeth.

Feigned ignorance.

Indeed, it was a great trick for maintaining a marital relationship.

Unfortunately for him, Ding He was a lawyer, and not just any lawyer, but a top one.

The major difference between lawyers and ordinary people lay in their sharp observational skills, an aptitude for noticing the easily missed minutiae.

Fang Ai was quite clean, always taking a shower upon returning home, and this time she bathed for nearly half an hour.

"Click."

The bathroom door opened.

She walked out, drying her hair, only to freeze when she saw Ding He sitting on the bed, her expression turning cold immediately.

"Who let you in?"

Who let you in?

Listen to that.

That was not the tone of a wife speaking to her husband.

As a legally married couple, Ding He entering this room seemed perfectly justifiable.

"Wife, I’ve already apologized to you, and I’ve also fired Xiao Fang. You shouldn’t need to be angry anymore, right?"

Ding He acted as if he had forgotten the stocking that had disappeared without a trace.

Fang Ai remained unmoved, completely ignoring his pleasing smile.

"Do I need to repeat the rules of this household to you again?"

Ordinary, or rather normal, married couples would have wedding pictures and the like in their homes, but this bedroom had none.

Although the bedroom was luxurious, it showed no signs of warmth or marital bliss, and lacked any trace of a man’s presence, with even the pillows numbering only one.

Ding He, outstanding in his career and seemingly a competent husband at home, continued with a tender smile despite his wife’s cold demeanor, "Wife, I’m thinking of your well-being. We’re not getting any younger, shouldn’t we start thinking about having children? If we could have a great-grandchild, I think both your parents and the elders would be very happy..."

Fang Ai stopped drying her hair and stared at her husband in the eyes of the law for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"You want children?"

Ding He nodded without hesitation.

"Do you think you currently have the right to be a father?"

In the face of his wife’s sharp words, Ding He remained composed, "I can assure you, I will definitely give a hundred percent effort to..."

"Assure?"

Fang Ai didn’t give him the chance to finish, "What are you going to assure me with? Your affairs with your subordinates?"

Ding He’s face stiffened a bit.

"...Xiao Fang has already left the law firm, hasn’t this matter been resolved?"

Normally, Fang Ai would not let the matter rest, but now, she didn’t have the mood to dwell on it and cut straight to the point, "Get out."

Everyone has their dignity.

Ding He pursed his lips, clenched his fingers tightly, and finally couldn’t hold back or rather, that last remnant of male pride hadn’t been lost.

He looked at the clothes changed on the bed.

"I remember you wore stockings when you left. Where are the stockings?"

Fang Ai’s brows furrowed, not the least bit panicked, but instead she retorted righteously, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean nothing."

Ding He looked up, meeting her gaze, "I just want to know where the stockings you wore out went."

"Ding He, it seems you’re becoming increasingly presumptuous. What right do you have to question my actions?"

Fang Ai was indeed formidable, not offering an explanation but instead becoming aggressive.

And her logic was fierce.

Others could simply attend a party and still storm over, humiliating their own husband, and afterward, even force the other party to kneel and apologize.

Yet when it came to herself, she retorted with a "What right do you have to ask?"

"Because I’m your husband!"

Ding He declared emphatically, finally showing a rare burst of firmness.

Perhaps because it had never happened before, Fang Ai paused.

"We are husband and wife, do I not even have the right to ask?"

When it comes to legal rights, Fang Ai was certainly unable to win, but she had no intention of discussing legal rights.

"I’ll say it again, get out."

Ding He remained motionless, his complexion growing ugly as he repeated, "Where did your stockings go?"

Fang Ai’s expression turned dark as well.

"You won’t leave, will you? Ding He, don’t think just because you’re my husband, you can do whatever you please. You are my husband now, but soon, you won’t be."

Having said that, Fang Ai went to reach for her phone.

Ding He grabbed her wrist.

"Slap!"

Fang Ai’s hand swung a slap back in return.

"What are you good for? Without me, what do you think you are? Nothing but crap. And you still dare to lecture me!"

Ding He’s eyes reddened, staring at her intensely as the muscles in his face trembled.

Fang Ai, fearless, stood tall and proud.

"What’s the matter? You want to hit back? If you’re so capable, try hitting me."

Ding He’s teeth were nearly crushed, but after a brief standoff, he still managed to force out a smile that was embarrassingly superior.

Even Jiang Chen, if he were to see it, would probably feel shamefully inferior.

"I must have remembered wrong. Don’t be angry."

Fang Ai sneered disdainfully.

"Get out."

"I’ll leave, you calm down."

Ding He turned and walked heavily to the door, pulling it open, the redness in his eyes clearly visible.