[Anti-routine sadomasochism + live interaction + hidden identity]
When I opened my eyes, the metal pen tip was touching the signature area of the divorce agreement.
"Ms. Lin, this is the third pen." Chen Ming pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and the lawyer's unique cold voice echoed in the empty living room. In the three-meter-high wedding photo behind him, Jiang Yanshen's hand holding my waist was glowing green and white in the morning light.
There was a burning pain on the ring finger of my left hand, and I subconsciously turned my wedding ring. This habitual action developed since she was a girl, now makes the scabbed burn scars looming under the diamond ring. When Su Wanrou was pushed into the sea of fire in my previous life, the last thing I saw was Jiang Yanshen holding her back and rushing out of the thick fog.
"Miss Lin?" Chen Ming pushed the fourth Montblanc pen in front of me, my pale face reflected on the black paint. The surveillance camera flashed red on the chandelier, and I knew that Jiang Yanshen was watching the live broadcast in the president's office on the 38th floor.
My fingertips touched the hard object inside the suit pocket, and I suddenly chuckled. Under Chen Ming's stunned eyes, he took out the Zippo lighter with the word "Happy" on it - Jiang Yanshen threw it in the dressing room on the day of the wedding. He said he hated women smoking the most.
The moment the blue flames burst into flames, I kicked over the cell phone holder on the side of the coffee table. The latest Huawei Mate60Pro fell on the carpet, and the camera was focused on the blazing divorce agreement. Falling ashes fell on the surface of the wedding photos, and tongues of fire snaked along the gilded patterns of the photo frames.
"What the hell is a domestic violence scene?"
"The location shows Linjiang Mansion!"
"Call the police!"
