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

In the past, he hurt her again and again because he cared about his dignity and self-esteem.

Now he had personally shattered his conceited and selfish self in the past, atonement to her, and proof of his sincerity to her.

He looked up at Wen Zhixia, his eyes pious and firm, as if he was looking at his faith.

"I told you that if I could do it all over again, I would pursue you again, get to know you again, and we would start over. But I think it's not too late now. Can we get to know each other again?"

After he finished speaking, Fu Ruoshi realized that he shouldn't have said that.

She shouldn't have to make the choice. His kneeling was a plea, an apology, an admission of fault, and an overthrow of his past mistakes, not a disguised threat to her.

"You don't have to answer." Thinking of this, Fu Ruoshi stood up, "You should have a good rest."

The moment he stood up, Wen Zhixia saw his red eyes and heard his nasal tone.

Then he turned his back and calmed his intense emotions.

The atmosphere was quiet and complicated.

When Fan Xiaolin opened the door and came in, he saw this strange scene:

Wen Zhixia's eyes were red, and her expression showed difficulty and fear, while Fu Ruoshi had his back to her, his broad shoulders heaving slightly, as if he was angry.

"No, Fu Ruoshi, you bullied my treasure again???"

Fan Xiaolin's first reaction was this: "My Bao just crawled back from the brink of death. Do you have any basic human decency?"

When Fu Ruoshi turned around, he sorted out his shattered emotions from a moment ago.

"Reporters just love to make wild guesses," he sneered. "They come in without asking any questions, and start accusing me of something, throwing mud at me, using clickbait as a headline. Don't you feel guilty about earning this money?"

Hey? He's still trying to lecture me? Fan Xiaolin was furious. "You made her cry!"

"No, no," Wen Zhixia held her back, "It wasn't him. I didn't cry, so he cried."

Fu Ruoshi was unhappy to see her exposing his shortcomings in front of outsiders and said, "Wen Zhixia, why are you also learning from reporters to fan the flames and make rumors? Who is crying? I was smiling when I was born."

“Okay, okay, okay.” Wen Zhixia was too lazy to argue with him.

Since Fan Xiaolin was here, Fu Ruoshi was too lazy to stay any longer. "Remember to put the frozen meat on the table in the refrigerator. I'm leaving first."

He was worried about something and even closed the door quietly.

Wen Zhixia also adjusted her mood. She pulled Fan Xiaolin and said, "Didn't I tell you not to come? Why did you come in the rain?"

"Did you have a fight?" Reporter Fan Xiaolin was still sharp. She noticed something strange the moment she entered the room. "Did you scold Fu Ruoshi and make him cry? What were you talking about?"

Seeing that she came so late at night, Wen Zhixia wanted to cheer her up, so she said, "My car broke down and I was in a bad mood. He woke me up, so I scolded him."

Fan Xiaolin asked in disbelief, "What did you say to him? Tell me now, so I can have a good time!"

Wen Zhixia didn't want to recall the conversation just now. She was very upset and had a lot of confusing thoughts. She needed time to digest them.

"Let's not talk about him. Since you came so late, I'll make you some midnight snack."

After that, she took out shrimp, eggs and vegetable packets from the plastic bag on the table and said, "I'll make you shrimp fried rice."

The two of them worked hard for a while, making a plate of fried rice and a bowl of spinach and pork liver soup, which they ate up cleanly.

Gradually, the day broke.

After Wen Zhixia fell asleep, Fan Xiaolin left her home in the morning light.

Just as she walked out of the community, she heard a loud car door slam, and then someone called her, "Reporter, wait a moment."

Fan Xiaolin turned around and saw Fu Ruoshi standing by the car. His usual high spirits now looked inexplicably gloomy and cold.

"Two years ago, you wrote a report," Fu Ruoshi walked up to her and asked, "about a girl at Shanting KTV who was blinded in one eye by Zhao Xiaoning. Your article was later rejected, right?"

Fan Xiaolin's expression changed slightly. "How do you know? What do you mean?"

"Wen Zhixia's car was taken by Zhao Xiaoning and Xu Hui. I want to deal with these two people." Fu Ruoshi said bluntly, "Don't tell her. Give me the girl's contact information. I need to ask something."

He planned to start from the dark, collect evidence of Zhao Xiaoning's evil deeds, find the right time to expose it, and send him to prison.

Fan Xiaolin's eyes were full of shock. No wonder she felt something was wrong when she received the news about the car breakdown. No matter how careless the 4S shop was, it was impossible for them not to find out such a problem as the brakes.

She recalled:

Two years ago, the incident of Zhao Xiaoning beating someone in Shanting KTV caused a lot of controversy. She specially contacted the person involved for an interview. Later, the Zhao family used money to suppress public opinion. Not only did her report fail to be published, but her parents also received a lot of threatening text messages. Her public account also saw a large number of black fans overnight, who cursed her entire family.

She knew that all this was done by Zhao Xiaoning, and he used this kind of cyberbullying to intimidate her: I'm watching you, don't try to do anything rash.

She deleted her public account, changed her pen name, and took leave for more than a month before she managed to avoid the storm.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Zhao Xiaoning just got engaged to Xu Hui," Fu Ruoshi explained. "Do you think Wen Zhixia will be safe with these two together? If I don't take care of her, who else in Jincheng can take care of her?"

"Isn't that all your fault?" Fan Xiaolin suddenly became angry. "Fu Ruoshi, Wen Zhi hasn't had a good day with you. You bring her nothing but anxiety, danger, and pain. What use are you to her? She doesn't fight or compete, and she strives to improve herself. She deserves the best in the world, and you've only brought her harm. What use are you to her? Can you please let her go?"

No reporter dared to point his finger at him and scold him like that. Fu Ruoshi's brows flashed with obvious anger.

But in order to get down to business, he still patiently asked, "Is it me who won't let her go, or is it Gu Chun, Mao Qianqian, Mao Feng, Si Shengli, Zhang Huan, and Qu Chaojie who won't let her go?"

"Will these people let her go just because she doesn't fight or compete and works hard? In this world, don't you know what will happen to a beautiful, simple, kind woman without parents or backing?"

Fan Xiaolin was silent.

Silence was her answer.

She has done many celebrity interviews before. The reason why those female stars are trying so hard to marry into wealthy families, besides the obvious desire to climb up the social ladder, is another hidden reason, which is to find a protective umbrella.

Those powerful men must get the women they like. If they can't get them, a slap in the face or even boiling water poured over them is the least they can do. Even well-known figures like female celebrities need protection, let alone someone like Wen Zhixia who is alone.

Beauty is a scarce resource that requires a lot of money and strong power to protect.

Wen Zhixia did nothing wrong, but in the eyes of those dirty people, her beauty, purity, indifference to the world, and hard work were all wrong. Her existence itself reflected their ugliness.

At this point, Fan Xiaolin also admitted that Fu Ruoshi was the most capable person in Jincheng to protect Wen Zhixia.

"I can't disclose the victim's privacy," Fan Xiaolin said after a moment's thought, "but I can provide you with the clues I used to write this report."