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That day, I posted my divorce certificate and the agreement to leave with nothing on the social media platform.

#Starting today, returning to myself#

The news of my divorce leaving with nothing exploded in my circle of friends like a bomb.

Many familiar friends and family sent me messages, lamenting why I wanted a divorce?

I have a well-behaved daughter and a wife who loves me.

I have always been the object of envy among my friends.

But among the many voices of lamentation, the fireworks celebration emoji sent by Wang Xuan's parents was particularly glaring.

And Wang Xuan also sent me a new private message.

"Uncle Zhang Shuai, I heard you left with nothing. Did Auntie kick you out? How's life going now? Best wishes for a happy second marriage and your daughter's health, oh and don't let me see your daughter again, or my mental illness might act up, and I might not be able to control myself."

Not only that, she also attached a photo of a rabbit with shaved fur.

My daughter's favorite animal is the rabbit.

I suppressed my impulse and sent a second video, it was a severe bipolar disorder diagnosis certificate.

There was a big red seal from a reputable hospital on it.

#The first day off medication, suddenly had the impulse to kill...#

Forgot to mention, the hospital that stamped this is the same one that forged Wang Xuan's mental illness certificate.

Even the doctor is the same.

The comments section, as always, featured mockery from Wang Xuan's father: "Forging a mental illness certificate can land you in jail."

"Are you trying to make yourself seem mentally ill to threaten us?"

I paid no attention, continuing to do my own things as usual.

My daily ten-kilometer runs, shooting, and combat training were unwavering.

I didn't pursue any of the bullying incidents, as if they had never happened.

The parents cheered, thinking they had won.

Life returned to normal.

Just as I expended the last round of bullets at the shooting range, I received a call from the police, asking me to sign on the reconciliation letter. I refused.

I don't need any compensation, nor do I need reconciliation.

The police persuaded me for half a day, eventually having to call each person to notify them.

Those parents exploded at the news of my refusal to reconcile.

"Already agreed to pay, what more do you want?"

"Isn't it just trying to extort more money? I'm not giving a penny now, see if you have the nerve to keep this up!"

The class teacher also blamed me for being overly critical.

"If you keep making trouble like this, we might have to expel your daughter, after all, the school's reputation can't be tarnished by you."

"People can't be selfish like this; no wonder your daughter is going through this, without this basic sense of community, how can she integrate?"

"Do you know, today the principal scolded me for over an hour? If you want more money, don't drag me into this, I need to qualify this year, you must take responsibility if it falls through!"

"Besides, isn't it just a few hits? Is this really necessary?"

I decisively hung up the phone, not wanting to hear his chatter anymore.

Upon hearing the news of my reluctance to reconcile, Wang Xuan's father called me frantically.

"I'm a lawyer, I have people and methods! Believe it or not, with one call, I can investigate everything about you thoroughly, I could get people to cyber-bully you to death!"

I know his family has this influence, but so what?

I put him on the blacklist.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Xuan's parents sat on the sofa inside the villa, looking at the bright red exclamation mark on WeChat, their faces full of anger, followed by sending a message.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"I want all the information on Zhang Yiyao's parents!"

Soon, his phone rang.

"President Wang, we've found out."

"Seven days ago Zhang Yiyao's parents divorced. Her father, Zhang Kuang, voluntarily gave up all his assets and quit his job the next day. In the following days, he's been... doing weight-bearing morning runs and practicing shooting at the range."

The voice on the other end was somewhat tense, seemingly hesitated for a moment, before continuing, "And this Zhang Kuang has killed three people, he's been in a mental hospital for ten years."

"Divorce? Resignation, shooting, mental illness?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan's father's water cup fell to the ground in fright.

"He... he is truly mentally ill?"

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