Small World

Xu Ruyi slammed her bowl heavily onto the table, her voice hoarse. "Ding Guisheng!"

"What!" Ding Guisheng suddenly flew into a rage, smashing the bowl and chopsticks in his hands onto the floor. With a crisp crack, the porcelain bowl shattered into pieces, its fragments skittering into every corner of the living room.

He glared at Xu Ruyi. After standing there and panting angrily for a few breaths, he suddenly shouted again and swept all the dishes and soup from the table onto the floor.

"You want to smash things with me?" Ding Guisheng slapped the table. "Go on, smash them!"

Ding Jiali stood up. "Dad, stop it..."

"You're telling me to stop? Ask your mother why she didn't know to stop when she was doing such immoral things back then!"

"I can swear on my life that I never did anything to betray you! Believe it or not—"

"Stop arguing!" Ding Jiali's voice overpowered his mother's. "Dad just got out of the hospital. Don't yell yourself right back in there... Calm down, both of you. You've been married for more than ten years—no, decades—"

Before he could finish, Miaomiao began to bawl. Ding Xueyang sighed, scooped up her daughter, and hurried back to her room.

"...I can't do this anymore, I can't," Xu Ruyi said, trembling. "I told you long ago that we should get divorced, but you wouldn't agree! I put the agreement right in front of you, and you kept dragging your feet instead of signing it—"

"So you want to divorce me, is that it?!"

"If you don't want to stay together, why won't you agree to a divorce?!" Xu Ruyi screamed. "I don't want anything! The house! The car—"

Ding Guisheng was beside himself with fury and raised his hand to hit her. Ding Jiali