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Chapter 211: A Tigress In The House

“I’ll do it.” The Tigress stood up and grabbed the secretary’s phone. Before she could grab it, however, her eyes fell upon the documents on the table. She immediately forgot about calling the ambulance again as she picked up the professionally written report and the stack of evidence meticulously put together by Lu Yi: the list of crimes on the report was enough to ruin a person forever.

She learned from the report that her husband had been in an illicit affair with Xiao Rongrong for the last three years, and had used his money and influence to land a large number of acting roles for her. The report also included the complete list of all the actors and actresses he had iced at his mistress’s request.

“Zuo Fanrui! You bastard!” The Tigress slapped the documents forcefully onto the table. She knelt down and slapped her husband across the face with her large, fan-like hands. “I was good to you. I gave you a son and a daughter, I did your laundry and cooked for you. I lost my figure and aged badly because I worked like a maid for you, and how did you repay me? You cheated on me because I was too old and ugly for you!”

Whack! Another slap.

The secretary stood to one side, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily with every slap.

The slaps sounded incredibly painful.

“I’m going to kill you, you dirty, heartless cheat, you shameless dog!” She slapped Zuo Fanrui’s face again and again. Within a minute, Zuo Fanrui’s swollen face had become indistinguishable from a radish.

But the sight of his red, swollen face was not enough to appease Tigress Zuo; she got to her feet and thought of how she had served the man before her for most of her life. How dare he get a mistress just because she had gotten old? And he had done so many wicked, unscrupulous things to help his mistress’s career. Bitter anger surged through Tigress Zuo as she recalled what her husband had said to her the last time she had tried to get him to do something as simple as shopping for clothes with her: “What’s the point? Nothing looks good on you, not with that figure of yours. Why don’t you just wear a sack or something?”

What was wrong with her figure? She had lost her shapely figure after having children, but was that her fault? She thought of her own husband and the despicable vixen who had seduced him into romping in bed, and her eyes grew red with fury.

She lowered her head and glared at Zuo Fanrui’s groin. Her eyes seemed to burn with an intense anger; the secretary standing beside her swallowed heavily as he automatically clamped his legs shut in second-hand fear.

Before the secretary could say anything, Tigress Zuo lifted her foot and stomped ruthlessly on Zuo Fanrui’s groin.

Thud!

What happened?

Zuo Fanrui’s family jewels had been crushed.

Zuo Fanrui’s eyes flew open as his ghostly white face turned red, and then blue. A second later, an ear-piercing scream—like that of a pig being slaughtered—sounded from the office. Two birds that had been flying past the office window outside were so startled by the unholy shriek they dropped a few feathers in their haste to get away.

The ambulance arrived, and Zuo Fanrui was finally sent to the hospital. His face injury was not particularly serious—the swelling would go away in a few days—but the same could not be said for the injury to his private parts. The doctor tried his best, but in the end he could only shake his head and say apologetically: “Well, at least he’ll still be able to pee.”

Tigress Zuo did not admit to stepping on her husband’s family jewels, of course. She merely said that a heavy object had fallen on his groin; Zuo Fanrui was still unconscious and would not be able to prove otherwise. His secretary was an astute man who knew that it was better not to be involved with the domestic affairs of his employer; he shrugged and pretended not to know anything when asked.

It was no longer possible for Zuo Fanrui to cheat on his wife again, now that Tigress Zuo had crushed his testicles with her foot. But that was not enough to quell her anger—she vowed to herself to find the shameless homewrecker who had seduced her husband and teach her a lesson. If it had not been for Xiao Rongrong, Zuo Fanrui would not have been investigated and indicted, and she, his wife, would not have been subject to such public humiliation.