During the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, my husband, a lawyer at Red Circle Law Firm, suddenly went on an emergency business trip and said he could no longer travel with me. But that afternoon, I saw his intern posted a video on WeChat Moments. The husband, who usually cherishes his words in court hearings, was quarreling with a group of village women with his hands on his hips like a shrew. The accompanying text was: "I have a lawyer husband who is crooked. Finally someone can help me scold him." I laughed, and after reading it, I liked and commented: "You are so smooth-talking. Really professional." All my colleagues in the law firm went crazy. They took screenshots and forwarded them, betting on when I would file for divorce. The next second, my husband called, and he was still breathing heavily in his accusation: "What do you mean by being arrogant in the comment section? How will Xiao Jiang be treated in the law firm in the future?" "They in the countryside favor boys over girls, what's wrong with me helping her get justice? A princess like you who has been raised up has no understanding of the hardships of rural girls." "Delete the comment quickly, and I will accompany you to travel after the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday." Mid-Autumn Festival? I snorted and hung up the phone. I wouldn't wait any longer. What's waiting for him is our freshly issued divorce certificate after the cooling-off period of the last three days is over.
