Absolute power in officialdom

Chapter 332 The Female County Head's Messy Marriage

Ding Yiyi's face showed a mocking expression: "I became suspicious at the time. Which customer service representative would send such a message in the middle of the night?"

After he finished showering, I asked him directly.

He was taken aback at first, then laughed it off, saying it was just a colleague joking around and randomly changed the nickname.

But I could tell something was wrong the moment I saw his evasive eyes.

I didn't say anything, I just looked at him and smiled.

He was probably feeling guilty; seeing me smile only made him more flustered, and he kept explaining, but the more he explained, the more loopholes appeared.

I interrupted him and said, "Alright, I believe you. Go to sleep early."

He probably thought he had gotten away with it.

My mind went through everything that had happened in the month since the wedding, like a movie playing in my head.

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off, and many previously overlooked details came to light.

He always has a lot of social engagements, and he always carries his phone with him, even taking it into the bathroom when he showers.

Sometimes when I answer the phone, I subconsciously walk away.

"I started paying attention to his every move. I discovered more and more problems."

In his contacts, besides the previous "China Mobile customer service", there were also "China Telecom customer service", "China Unicom customer service", "airline customer service", and "tobacco and alcohol specialty store".

There are all sorts of customer service representatives, a real mixed bag.

"Once, he came home drunk and fell asleep on the sofa."

The phone slipped out of my pocket and landed on the coffee table.

I clicked on the "Airline Customer Service" chat window.

Wu Zhiyuan asked, "What did you see?"

"I saw their chat history. The woman asked him: When are you coming to see me? He said: I'll come when she goes on her business trip."

The woman asked: "Your wife?" He replied: "Yeah, she's a real nuisance."

The woman sent a kissing emoji and said, "Then I'll wait for you."

"I opened 'China Telecom Customer Service' again. He met that woman at a dinner party and exchanged phone numbers with her."

He saved her contact as "China Telecom Customer Service".

In the chat history, the woman asked him: Do you have a wife? He replied: Yes, but it doesn't matter.

The woman said, "Then why did you come looking for me?" He replied, "Seeing you doesn't affect the fact that I have a wife."

"I then clicked on 'Tobacco and Alcohol Specialty Store'. It was a woman in her thirties who sold tobacco and alcohol, and she was divorced."

Their chat history was appalling. Every so often, he would go to that shop and stay for an hour or two.

Wu Zhiyuan asked, "Did all of this happen after we got married?"

Ding Yi nodded and said, "It happens both before and after the wedding."

I took screenshots of all those chat logs.

I want to see just how many secrets he has.

"And then?"

"I discovered that's not all. One day, I found an Excel spreadsheet on his laptop. Guess what it was?"

Wu Zhiyuan had already roughly guessed it, but he still shook his head.

"It is a record of all the women he was involved with, from before we met until after we got married."

The form was very detailed. It included the date, location, the woman's occupation, physical characteristics, and a rating.

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned.

"Rating, out of ten. How many points for appearance, how many points for figure, how many points for performance in bed, and how many points for overall evaluation."

The notes section also included some details, such as "fair skin," "long legs," "can moan," and "highly cooperative"...

Wu Zhiyuan didn't know what to say.

Ding Yiyi continued, "I scrolled down one by one. The earliest date was five years before we met."

In other words, he has been keeping this record ever since then.

Women's professions are incredibly diverse—there are KTV hostesses, foot massage therapists, white-collar workers met at dinner parties, old acquaintances reunited at class reunions, and even ex-girlfriends.

He has at least four ex-girlfriends, all of whom are listed in this table.

Some couples remain entangled after breaking up, while others occasionally meet up to reminisce.

Each one was clearly noted—when they met, when they broke up, when they reconnected, where they booked a hotel room, and how many times they had sex.

Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask, "Why is he recording all this?"

In fact, Wu Zhiyuan was asking a question he already knew the answer to.

Media reports have described a tobacco bureau chief in another city who liked to keep a diary, recording his various experiences of sleeping with women.

Some officials had a strange hobby of collecting women's body hair, and even made a calligraphy brush for it.

Ding Yiyi said, "I figured it out later. He wasn't a pervert; he treated these women as spoils of war."

I would record each time I slept with someone, like collecting stamps.

The more he collected, the more accomplished he felt. Those ratings represented his collection's level.

"Still so fickle after marriage?"

"He didn't stay idle after we got married. In the form, there were three records for the first month after our marriage."

One is "Airline Customer Service", with a rating of 9.5 and a note saying "Flight Attendant, uniform is a plus".

One is a "telecom customer service representative" with a rating of 8.0. The description reads, "Met at a KTV. Not very pretty, but outgoing."

Another one is a "tobacco and alcohol specialty store", with a rating of 8.8 and a note that says "39 ​​years old, mature woman, experienced".

What disgusts me most is that there is a record dated the day after our wedding night.

On our wedding night, he said he was too tired and wanted to go to bed early. I understood and didn't say anything.

The next day, he went to see that woman. The note on the form read: "The wedding night wasn't fulfilling enough, so I'm making up for it."

Wu Zhiyuan was silent for a few seconds, then said, "This kind of man is simply scum."

"He's a total jerk! I was sitting in front of the computer looking at that spreadsheet, and I felt surprisingly calm."

You know, it's a strange feeling. It's not anger, not resentment, not wanting to cry. It's just emptiness, nothing at all.

Then, I scrolled down to the last line.

The last line shows the date as one week ago.

The remarks section read: My wife was away on a business trip and called two prostitutes at the hotel.

In the overall rating section, he gave it a score of 9.

The note reads: This isn't my first time experiencing a "double flight," but tonight's experience was quite special.

Both have a sophisticated, mature vibe; although they're a bit pricey, they're worth it!

Wu Zhiyuan didn't speak, he just listened quietly.

Ding Yi was silent for a moment, then asked, "Zhiyuan, do you know what I was thinking at that moment?"

Wu Zhiyuan shook his head.

"I was thinking, this man, I sleep next to him every night, he hugs me with the hands that have touched other women, and calls me 'wife' with the mouths that have kissed other women."

On our wedding night, he said he was tired, and I believed him.

But he wasn't tired; he wasn't satisfied. His idea of ​​satisfaction required two women.

"In that table, there is another column called 'Expenses'."

On the back of each person's card, it says how much money they spent.

Some people treat others to meals, some buy gifts, and some transfer money directly.

The most expensive one was the flight attendant, who spent over 30,000 yuan.

The cheapest one was with the proprietress of the "tobacco and alcohol specialty store." I didn't pay anything; the note said, "Mutual satisfaction, each getting what they need."

He was the deputy manager of a tobacco company, with a high income, a wealthy family, and additional illicit income.

Wu Zhiyuan interjected, "He's not collecting stamps, he's digging his own grave."

Ding Yiyi smiled wryly and said, "Yes, I was thinking at the time, isn't he afraid that one day people will see these things? Doesn't he care about the consequences?"

Later I realized that it wasn't that he wasn't afraid, but that he thought no one would find out.

He felt he could manipulate all women, including me.

Wu Zhiyuan asked curiously, "He has so many women, why is he in such a hurry to marry you?"

Ding Yiyi said, "His parents were pressuring us to get married, and since I'm a pretty good catch, we got together."

Ding Yiyi's face was flushed, whether from drinking or excitement, or perhaps both.

She paused, then continued, "There's another detail in that form."

He divided all women into three categories: one category was "long-term relationships," such as his ex-girlfriends, and the "tobacco and alcohol shop."

One type is those who meet occasionally, such as those you meet at a dinner party;

Another type is the "disposable" type, which refers to sex workers.

The reason he frequented brothels was threefold: first, he was wealthy, with a high income and a good family background—his father was a prosecutor and his mother owned a company; second, he was handsome; and third, he was eloquent and knew how to charm and deceive.

To be honest, a man like that is quite attractive to many women.

"Based on his records, I figured out that he had had relationships with more than 80 women over the years, most of whom were prostitutes."

He feels restless if he doesn't go out and have fun for a few days. He seems like a drug addict, completely addicted.

"Considering our past as husband and wife, I did not report or expose many of his shameful deeds."

Some people online readily post PowerPoint presentations, but I haven't made one. Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness; after all, this marriage was of my own free will, and no one forced me. I take responsibility for my choice.

Besides, if it's reported or posted online, it would also harm other women.

If that form is made public, their names, occupations, and privacy will be exposed.

Some of them are already married and have children, while others are still living normal lives.

I don't want so many people's lives to be ruined because of one jerk.

"On the day of the divorce, as we walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he asked me: 'Aren't you really not a little bit reluctant to leave?'"

I said, "No." He asked, "Why?" I said, "Because you're not human."

Ding Yiyi and Wu Zhiyuan both fell silent.

After a long pause, Wu Zhiyuan asked, "Has he remarried?"

Ding Yi shook her head: "I forgive him, but the law won't forgive him. He was using a sewing machine."

"Wasn't it all consensual? Why are you using a sewing machine?"

"It was probably the year before last that he seduced two girls who were under the age of fourteen."

One is a month shy of turning fourteen, and the other is only twelve or thirteen.

His father, a prosecutor, personally defended him, but it couldn't change the fact that he had committed a crime.

He got eight years; he brought it on himself.