Zhou Yuqian watched her for a long time, listening to her curse like a village shrew, then sneered disdainfully. Three years into their marriage, when she first fought with him, he stood there stunned, letting her scratch and hit him, unable to believe he had married such a woman, a mad woman. Five years had passed, and she had not disappointed, progressing to using weapons like bowls, vases, and the dictionary, even trying to strangle him with a hair if she had one in hand. Marriage, he thought with a sarcastic twist of his lips, meant coming home not to warm soup but to check if there was a knife under the pillow. This was marriage. Gradually, his irritation turned to cold anger, and he spoke wearily, “Li Yueqin, my feelings for you have been worn down almost completely. Don’t make me erase the last bit of good memories. At that point, whether you live or die, it won’t be my concern, Zhou Yuqian!” With that, he stood up, kicking away the glass shards, stepping over scattered cushions to the door. As he opened it, he glanced back to see Li Yueqin standing against the light, pointing at him threateningly, “You rotten man! If you dare walk out that door today, you’ll be carrying my corpse!”
Zhou Yuqian closed his eyes, coldly saying, “Go in peace, I’ll have ‘Tomb of Beloved Wife Li Yueqin’ engraved on your tombstone.” He opened his eyes, not looking back as he left. The quiet courtyard was bathed in moonlight, the trees and flowers looking ghostly pale. Zhou Yuqian took out his phone and dialed Li Yueqin’s friend, “Please come and keep her company… Don’t worry, this is the last time I’ll trouble you… I’ll transfer ten thousand to your account tomorrow… Whether she’s just scaring me or not, this is the last time… I leave it to you!” After hanging up, he stood in the courtyard, his lips moving slightly, convincing himself, this was the last time he’d pay for someone to look after her. His handsome face was stark white in the moonlight as he gripped his phone. Should he go drinking or gambling? After a while, he smashed the phone on the ground, watching it break into three pieces, then laughed quietly, a silent, tragic laugh.
