We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

"Huh?" Wen Zhixia paused.

If we get divorced, he won't really say that I abused him, right?

He is a man who speaks and acts unconventionally, and maybe he really does what he says.

After all, he was in the wrong. Wen Zhixia turned around and said, "Then, then come with me."

The new house I rented is on the sixth floor, with one bedroom and one living room, and it’s quite simple.

"Please sit down. I'll go find you some medicine."

Fu Ruoshi walked around the living room and then went to the bedroom.

This house is not even as big as a wardrobe in his villa, but it is full of the atmosphere of life. Books are classified into categories and roses are blooming on the windowsill.

Fu Ruoshi sat down at the desk, flipping through her notebook and playing with her succulents.

Wen Zhixia had previously grown a wall of succulents in the manor. They were plump and translucent, but were later eaten by Fu Ruoshi's hamster.

She cried for a month, and he had no choice but to send the hamsters back to their hometown.

"Wen Zhixia?"

Fu Ruoshi put down the succulents and walked out of the bedroom. "It's better for me to do it myself than to find a medicine..."

Wen Zhixia squatted silently beside the cabinet, holding her stomach in pain.

The medicine box fell to the side, and several boxes of medicine for injuries fell out of it.

"What’s wrong with you?!"

Fu Ruoshi's expression changed slightly, and he immediately went forward to pick up Wen Zhixia, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Tummy, stomach hurts."

Wen Zhixia was so busy at the hospital that she had no time to eat. Her stomach had always been bad, and she ate and drank too much tonight and finally couldn't take it anymore.

Fu Ruoshi quickly carried her to the sofa.

"Bear with it." He touched her forehead, "I'll call an ambulance for you."

"Don't," Wen Zhixia shook her head, "Your hand is still injured, don't use too much force. I'll rest for a while and then get up to apply the medicine to you."

She was sweating profusely, and she was still thinking about others?

"Why are you showing off?" Fu Ruoshi said angrily, "Wait, I'll call the Fu family's doctor over."

"Really," Wen Zhixia stopped him and pointed to the kitchen. "There's some Weitai Granules in the cupboard. Please make me a cup first."

Stomach trouble?

Fu Ruoshi was stunned.

When did you get it?

She was healthy during her pre-marital checkup.

"Are you sure?" Fu Ruoshi asked.

Wen Zhixia nodded.

Fu Ruoshi agreed with her and decided not to see a doctor first.

He went to the kitchen to make the medicine and brought it back to the living room. He saw Wen Zhixia curled up on the sofa with her eyes closed, like a rag doll with the batteries removed.

"Wen Zhixia?" he called her.

Wen Zhixia snorted, turned over, and didn't open her eyes.

Fu Ruoshi walked over to her and squatted, gently brushing away her hair. He saw the fine hairs on her face and the slightly red sweat on her cheeks and nose.

He reached out and pinched the tip of her small, upturned nose.

…Wen Zhixia suffocated.

She opened her eyes and suddenly saw a handsome face.

"Oh my god!" She was so scared that she jumped up from the sofa and hit the wall with a thud. She covered her head and grimaced in pain, "What are you doing!"

Fu Ruoshi didn't have enough fun, so he handed over the teacup coldly, "Let me see if you're dead or not."

His fingers were so hot that they turned pink. Wen Zhixia hurriedly took them and slowly sat up.

Fu Ruoshi stood in front of her, staring at her like a supervisor.

His sleeves were half rolled up, and his hands were casually placed on his waist. The bruises on the back of his bony hands were still a frightening purple.

Wen Zhixia finished drinking the medicine and looked up to see his hand.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked cautiously.

Fu Ruoshi snorted coldly, "Give me the stick, I'll hit you and you'll feel it."

Wen Zhixia curled her lips and said, "Wait, I'll help you apply the medicine."

She quickly demonstrated the professionalism and patience of a doctor, ran barefoot to the kitchen, took out an ice pack and medicine box, and cut a piece of gauze.

"Give me your hand." She squatted in front of Fu Ruoshi.

Seeing her good attitude, Fu Ruoshi stopped making trouble and extended his hand.

Judging from the wound, there was a slight rupture under the skin. Wen Zhixia first wiped it with clean water, and then applied medicine to it little by little.

Her movements were very gentle, like a kitten scratching itself.

"Tsk," Fu Ruoshi retracted his hand, "You haven't eaten yet, try harder."

"Didn't you say it hurt?" Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes at him and used a little more force.

In fact, this amount of force made almost no difference to Fu Ruoshi.

But my hands aren't itchy, my throat is a little itchy...

"Wen Zhixia," Fu Ruoshi said nonchalantly, "If you don't push harder, I'll kiss you."

He just talked nonsense without thinking, and Wen Zhixia didn't take it seriously at all.

Her chin was suddenly grabbed, and then her face was turned away. Wen Zhixia's lips felt hot, and she was really kissed.

.....

"You!!!" Wen Zhixia swallowed the words "molesting medical staff" and pushed Fu Ruoshi away. "Why are you still acting like a hooligan at this time? Don't you want your hand anymore?"

"So sweet?" Fu Ruoshi smiled, "What kind of foundation did you put on that's so sweet? Tell me quickly, I'll give some to others later."

Wen Zhixia was so angry that she was about to smoke.

Her angry look had no deterrent effect. Fu Ruoshi only wanted to tease her more and see how angry she could get.

So he decided to go all out and put his arms around Wen Zhixia's waist and pressed her down on the sofa.

Before Wen Zhixia could even scream, a more powerful and deep kiss came over her. The strong masculine scent instantly overwhelmed her rationality.

Fu Ruoshi's kiss is like his personality, domineering and unrestrained, without caring about details.

No one could withstand such a kiss. Wen Zhixia struggled for a few times and gradually became motionless.

She felt weak all over from his kiss, and when she was about to slide under the sofa, Fu Ruoshi picked her up by the waist while their lips were connected and walked towards the bedroom.

Just as he reached the bed, he suddenly stopped, then let go of Wen Zhixia as if he had been electrocuted and pushed her away.

"what......"

Wen Zhixia screamed and opened her eyes, only to see the man's cold expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Fu Ruoshi's gentleness faded away, replaced by a gloomy question:

"Who are you thinking about?"

Wen Zhixia covered her hurt shoulder and looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Who am I thinking of?" She didn't understand. "I'm not thinking of anyone."

Fu Ruoshi was about to ask again when the phone on the table rang.

His stern gaze relaxed, he picked up his phone and went to the balcony.

Wen Zhixia rubbed her aching shoulder and hadn't reacted yet.

Perhaps, it was just a spur of the moment act on his part. She smiled bitterly and sat down on the bed in silence.

A moment later, Fu Ruoshi came back from the balcony with a cold expression, "I'm leaving. Liu Zhen will bring you medicine later."

"Remember to apply ice to the wound," Wen Zhixia said.

She finished speaking and closed the door.

Fu Ruoshi is often like this. He rarely comes home, answers a phone call and leaves again.

He enjoys this kind of life, but those who are with him have to face endless waiting.

A Cullinan was parked at the entrance of the community.

"Mr. Fu," Liu Zhen opened the door for him. "The shareholders in Singapore have revised their investment plan in response to the new border regulations. Please review it."

The situation has been unstable recently and new regulations are changing rapidly.

Fu Ruoshi wrote down a few revisions and said, "Just do as they say. Everything will be based on the investor's wishes."

Liu Zhen secretly admired him. These seemingly few words actually represented the pressure of gambling his entire fortune. However, Fu Ruoshi made a prompt decision, showing the courage that Grandpa Fu had when he was young.

"By the way," Fu Ruoshi looked at the street view outside the window, "drop me off when you pass by Soho, and you can go on your own."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Fu." He didn't dare to ask more questions.

The city was unobstructed at night and we soon arrived at the entrance of Soho.

Fu Ruoshi jumped out of the car and ran quickly towards the flower bed.

The flower bed in Soho is very large. After the show, all kinds of cigarette butts, tissues and beer bottles were thrown everywhere.

Fu Ruoshi turned on the light and bent his back. His high-end suit worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was scratched and dirty by the bushes, but he didn't care.

Even when my eyes were dazzled by the light, I still couldn't find it.

Could it really have been taken away by someone?

Fu Ruoshi was both angry and anxious, thinking that this broken ring was not even as expensive as a pair of my shoes, and the style was old and ordinary. I wouldn't even want it if it was given to me. Anyone who liked it either had extremely poor taste or had a problem with vision.

"Hello. Liu Zhen, please ask Su Hao's security for me. I need to check the surveillance footage. It's a..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ruoshi suddenly saw a bright white light appearing and disappearing in the fountain not far away.

"no need."

He jumped into the fountain with a splash and waded into the water up to his waist...