Song Zhou and I have been married for six years, and we've always each done our own thing.
In this game called marriage, I'd long since lost my passion and trust.
When I got home, I asked him for a divorce.
Song Zhou gave a contemptuous laugh at that.
"What, are you jealous? Don't worry, she won't threaten your position."
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath before replying.
"Could that rotten old cucumber stop hanging around me? Instead of wasting your time, hurry up and sign the divorce papers."
But he flew into a furious rage, smashing everything in the house and leaving the place in ruins.
