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Chapter 1023 - 724 The disappeared..._2

Chapter 1023: 724 The disappeared..._2

The attire, the posture, it was clear she had been expected, Fang Ai knew this was not a spur-of-the-moment event.

The two men still did not respond.

But Fang Ai knew they were not mute.

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

At this moment, Fang Ai had no choice but to compromise. Given the situation, she could only focus on getting out of trouble first, everything else could be discussed later.

"That’s a wrap."

Jiang Chen hung up the video call.

Next thing Fang Ai saw was the two masked strangers, who had come out of nowhere, not making any demands or perform any inhuman acts towards her. They released her legs and quietly walked away.

Fang Ai turned her head, and through the rear windshield, she saw them get into a car, which promptly turned around and drove off.

Fang Ai didn’t feel relieved but frowned even more severely.

The white driver with a scraped face got up, "Sorry, Ai."

"You think you’re worthy of calling me ’Ai’?"

Although scarcely clothed, Fang Ai still held herself with an imposing air.

This is what you call turning one’s back without acknowledgment.

For these scions of the powerful, they might be all smiles when you’re of use to them, but the moment you disappoint, they’ll ruthlessly kick you aside without a second thought.

Fang Ai, in a foul mood, quickly dressed herself. Though her stockings were torn and couldn’t be worn, they had to be discarded.

A ruined stocking was tossed out of the car, landing on the ground.

"What are you standing around for? Drive."

Fang Ai threw the belt over.

The white driver quickly put them on and started the damaged red-flagged car with one window broken.

Returning to Gongyuan No. 6.

Fang Ai had already adjusted her expression by the time she walked into her home as if nothing had happened.

Training still had its effects.

In the past few days, Ding He had seemingly become a responsible husband, punctual in going to and from work, avoiding unnecessary socializing, and even today, on the weekend, he stayed at home obediently.

"Why did you take so long today?"

Seeing Fang Ai return, he stood up.

While he rarely interacted with the Fang Family, he knew of the tradition where Fang Ai would visit the old man every weekend.

Noticing something off about Fang Ai’s demeanor, seemingly unhappy and combined with the time of her return, he couldn’t help but guess that perhaps she had been lectured by the old gentleman again.

"It’s been kept warm for you."

Ding He personally brought over a bowl of bird’s nest soup, seemingly to provide a stepping stone for the recently tense spousal relationship.

"You drink it."

Fang Ai didn’t appreciate the gesture. Perhaps indeed chastened today, she headed straight upstairs.

The smile on Ding He’s face, who was ignored, disappeared as he raised his hand and drank the expensive bird’s nest soup in one gulp.

Upstairs.

Arriving at the master bedroom.

Fang Ai was already in the bathroom taking a shower.

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

Normally, this would be the housemaid’s job, but perhaps in an effort to mend the marital relationship, Ding He picked up each item of clothing. Then, suddenly, he furrowed his brows, sensing that something was amiss.

He remembered that when Fang Ai left the house, she seemed to be wearing stockings, so why were they missing upon her return?

Such minor details might typically go unnoticed by most, but don’t forget what Ding He did for a living.

He looked around; indeed, there was no sign of the stockings.

Ding He didn’t know what to think and slowly sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the clothes Fang Ai had just taken off, grinding his teeth in silence.

Ignorance can sometimes be bliss.

Indeed, a significant trick in maintaining a marital relationship.

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

The biggest difference between lawyers and common people is their keen observational skills, adept at noticing those easily overlooked details.

Fang Ai was quite tidy; she would shower upon returning home, and she took nearly half an hour today.

"Splash."

The bathroom door opened.

She came out drying her hair and saw Ding He sitting on the edge of the bed, her expression suddenly turned cold.

"Who let you in?"

Listen to that.

That’s hardly the tone of a wife speaking to her husband.

As a lawful husband, Ding He entering this room seemed perfectly reasonable.

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

Ding He seemed to have forgotten the stocking that had vanished without a trace.

Fang Ai remained unmoved, completely ignoring his ingratiating smile.

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

In a normal, or shall we say typical, couple’s home, there would likely be wedding photos or similar items on display, yet this bedroom had none.

Although the bedroom was luxurious, it showed no signs of a happy couple’s warmth. There were no traces of a man’s presence, not even a second pillow on the bed.

Successful in his career and seemingly a competent husband at home, Ding He continued with a gentle smile despite his wife’s cold demeanor, "Wife, I was also considering your needs. We’re not getting any younger, should we not start thinking about having kids? If we could have a great-grandchild, I believe dad, mom, and the old master would all be delighted..."

Fang Ai stopped drying her hair and glared at her husband — in the legal sense — for a while before suddenly letting out a cold laugh.

"You want children?"

Ding He nodded without hesitation.

"Do you think you’re qualified to be a father right now?"

Faced with his wife’s sharpness, Ding He remained unflustered. "I can promise you, I will definitely give my hundred percent effort to..."

"Promise?"

Fang Ai didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. "And what will you promise with? Your affairs with your subordinates?"

Ding He’s face stiffened.

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

Under normal circumstances, Fang Ai would certainly not drop the issue, but now, she was not in the mood to dwell on it and simply said bluntly, "Get out."

Everyone has their dignity.

Ding He bit his lip in a low voice, clenched his fingers tightly, and eventually couldn’t hold back, or rather, the last shred of manly pride hadn’t been lost.

He looked at the clothes changed out on the bed.

"I remember you went out wearing stockings, where are they?"

Fang Ai’s brow furrowed, not the slightest bit panicked but instead righteously interrogated him, "What do you mean by that?"

"I don’t mean anything."

Ding He raised his head to look her in the eyes. "I just want to know where the stockings you wore out went."

"Ding He, it seems you’re becoming more and more presumptuous. It’s my business, what right do you have to interrogate me?"

Fang Ai truly was powerful, not offering an explanation but instead becoming aggressive.

And her logic was forceful.

Others could just attend a party and make a scene, embarrassing their own husband and even forcing him to kneel and apologize upon return.

But when it was her turn, she retorted with "What right do you have to interrogate me?"

"Just because I’m your husband!"

Ding He spoke with emphasis, showing his assertiveness for the first time in a rare break.

Perhaps because it had never happened before, Fang Ai was momentarily stunned.

"We are husband and wife, don’t I even have the right to ask?"

Discussing legal rights, Fang Ai surely couldn’t win, but she had no intention of talking about legal rights at all.

"I’ll say it again, get out."

Ding He stood still, his face growing increasingly ugly as he repeated, "Where did your stockings go?"

Fang Ai’s expression also darkened.

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

After speaking, Fang Ai reached for her phone.

Ding He grabbed her wrist.

"Slap!"

Fang Ai’s retaliatory slap whistled through the air.

"What are you? Without me, do you think you are anything? You’re less than nothing. And you dare to make demands of me!"

Ding He’s eyes reddened, his gaze fixed on her, his facial muscles trembling.

Fang Ai stood fearlessly, her head high and chest out.

"What? You want to hit back? Go ahead, try hitting me if you dare."

Ding He’s teeth were almost clenched to breaking, and after a brief standoff, he still managed to force out a smile that seemed almost unreachable in its ugliness.

Even if the once Jiang Chen were to witness it, he’d probably feel ashamed in comparison.

"I must have remembered wrong, don’t be angry."

Fang Ai sneered with a look of contempt on her face.

"Get out."

"I’m leaving, calm down."

Ding He turned and walked heavily towards the door, pulling it open; the bloodshot in his eyes was plainly visible.