Over the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, my wife, a lawyer at a top-tier law firm, suddenly said she had to leave on an urgent business trip and couldn't go on vacation with me. But that afternoon, I saw a video posted to Moments by the intern she supervised. My wife, usually tight-lipped in court, was standing with her hands on her hips, arguing like a shrew with a group of village women. The caption read: “Having a lawyer for a wife is the best. Finally, someone can help me fight back.” I laughed. After watching it, I liked the post and commented, “You sure know how to run your mouth. Definitely putting those skills to good use.” Everyone at the law firm went crazy, reposting screenshots and betting on when I'd file for divorce. The next second, my wife called, still out of breath as she scolded me: “What did you mean by that snide comment? How's Xiao Jiang supposed to keep working at the firm now?” “Those old women are always spreading rumors about him. What's wrong with me standing up for him? A pampered rich boy like you has no idea how hard life is for a country boy.” “Delete the comment. I'll take you on vacation during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.” The Mid-Autumn Festival? I gave a cold laugh and hung up. I wasn't going to wait any longer. All she had to look forward to was our freshly issued divorce certificate, once the final three days of the cooling-off period were over.
