In the tenth year of her marriage to He Wanyu, she said she was tired of him. "What man is like him? Willing to stay home all day and be a kept man?" He Wanyu leaned on her male secretary's shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Later, on the day of the divorce, she looked at me with guilt. "If you ever have any difficulties in the future, remember to come to me." I glanced down at the tens of millions that had just been deposited into my phone. "If you ever have any difficulties, whatever you do, don't come to me."
