While Signing the Divorce Papers, My Ice-Cold Wife Pulled Out a Knife... I Handed Her a Durian Instead

On the day I signed the divorce agreement, my wife, Ji Qingxue, pulled a knife out of her Hermès Birkin. Not a fruit knife, but the kind used for surviving in the wilderness, with a serrated spine and a blade that gleamed coldly. One look, and you could tell it would easily pierce a wild boar. She held it with a steady wrist, as if it were a pen. In our three years of marriage, she had always been an iceberg: few words, few expressions, and she rarely even looked me in the eye. I thought the only thing she thought of me was "useless." I never imagined that, as we were finally getting divorced, she'd want to kill me with her own hands. The lawyer across from us went pale and shrank back in his chair...