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

Did this guy install surveillance on me?

[I have to be on duty this weekend.] Wen Zhixia could only reply: [Your family wouldn't welcome me either, so I won't go and embarrass you.]

After sending this message, Fu Ruoshi did not reply to her again.

The next afternoon.

Wen Zhixia was changing the dressing for a patient who had sustained a high-voltage electrical burn.

The patient's name is Zhang Zhiming. Although his life was saved this time, the subsequent recovery is a long and difficult process.

Zhang Zhiming is an ordinary worker. He has only an elderly mother, wife and daughter at home. His family cannot afford the high medical expenses and had planned to give up.

It took two hours to change the dressing, and Wen Zhixia didn't even have time to catch her breath before rushing to the meeting room.

Before this, she had applied for an aid fund specifically for this patient, to see if it could be approved at this meeting. After all, she had been with this patient from the emergency room to the surgery, and she always felt that she had a great responsibility.

The hospital finally decided to provide the patient with certain assistance and make subsequent adjustments after the situation improves.

"Then may I ask, when will this money be deposited into the patient's account?" Wen Zhixia asked.

Director Wu thought for a moment and said, "We can't be sure yet, but let's try to do it as soon as possible."

After get off work, she immediately told the patient's family the news.

"In short, you can rest assured for now. If you have any questions about the subsequent payment, please contact me."

"Dr. Xiao Wen, thank you so much," Zhang Zhiming's wife said gratefully, "You are our family's savior!"

Wen Zhixia smiled and said, "This is my job, I should do it."

After hanging up the phone, she felt relaxed and her steps were lighter than before.

Just after taking two steps, the phone rang again -

【Zhizhi, my uncle passed away.】

Gu Chun?

Wen Zhixia was stunned.

She had heard Gu Chun say before that his parents worked in other places, and he was closest to his uncle when he was a child.

She herself was raised by her grandfather, so she understands the feeling of intergenerational affection better.

Unexpectedly, his uncle passed away.

He must be very sad now.

So Wen Zhixia put aside her personal grudges and comforted him, saying, "I wish the old man a good journey, and you don't have to be too sad."

Gu Chun quickly replied, "My uncle was critically ill last night and passed away this morning."

[Not long after I sent you a message]

Seeing this, Wen Zhixia felt even more guilty.

Perhaps he was most sad at that time.

He must be in great need of comfort.

But she rejected him coldly.

Wen Zhixia felt a little complicated when she thought of Gu Chun's care and companionship for her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know about this situation," she replied, "I shouldn't have spoken to you like that."

Gu Chun: [Can you come with me to his memorial service?]

Wen Zhixia thought about it and still felt that it was inconvenient. After all, she was still Fu Ruoshi's nominal wife, and Fu Ruoshi disliked Gu Chun.

How about this, you tell me your address and I'll order flowers and send them to you.

Thank you, Zhizhi, you are always so decent.

After sending the message, Wen Zhixia felt melancholy.

Suddenly a loud whistle pulled her out of her thoughts.

On the side of the road, a silver coupe appeared before our eyes.

The car window slowly rolled down, Fu Ruoshi took off his sunglasses and waved to her.

Oh my god, why is this person here?

Wen Zhixia was startled.

This was the first time Fu Ruoshi came to her hospital, and he drove a sports car through the streets. Was it just on his way or was he afraid that others would not see him?

Wen Zhixia didn't care what he meant and immediately turned around and ran away.

Fu Ruoshi got out of the car and chased after him.

His legs were so long that he caught Wen Zhixia in just three or two steps.

"What are you doing?" Wen Zhixia struggled. "What if my boss and colleagues see us? Are you crazy?"

"If you don't want to be seen, get in the car with me." Fu Ruoshi said nonchalantly, "Otherwise I will chase you until you're on the news tomorrow and everyone in the city knows you're the young mistress of the Fu family."

......

He was definitely capable of doing this, but Wen Zhixia was thin-skinned, and he took advantage of this fact.

She followed him into the car dejectedly.

At the same time, Sun Minghao had just gotten off work and was coming out of the building.

He was about to stop a car on the side of the road when he saw Wen Zhixia being dragged into a sports car by a man wearing sunglasses.

"Oh my god," he looked at the man who looked like a big star and suddenly realized.

Xiao Zhixia must have lied to me, Sun Minghao thought, it was obvious that there was a rich second-generation chasing her.

Thinking of this, Sun Minghao quickly sent a message to Gu Chun, "Brother, Zhixia seems to be very popular. I saw her get into that rich second generation's sports car."

This was the task Gu Chun gave him, asking him to pay more attention to Wen Zhixia, or to put it bluntly, to tell tales.

Gu Chun [Got it. We're arranging a union get-together next week. You can come too.]

On this side, as soon as Wen Zhixia got in the car, she was interrogated repeatedly by Fu Ruoshi.

Fu Ruoshi: "Who were you texting with just now?"

"Where were you last night? Why didn't you reply to my messages?"

"Show me your phone."

Wen Zhixia hated his condescending tone, as if no one else had a private life and had to revolve around him.

"What about you?" she asked, "You came to our hospital in broad daylight, aren't you just trying to make fun of me?"

Fu Ruoshi held the steering wheel with one hand, and leaned his injured hand on the window sill, "My hand hurts, I'll take you home to serve me."

As he spoke, Wen Zhixia saw the wedding ring on his hand.

Didn’t he throw the flower bed?

But she didn't ask, not wanting to seem like she cared.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fu Ruoshi coughed a few times and said, "My fever hasn't subsided yet."

So miserable? Why do you have a fever?

Wen Zhixia came back to her senses.

However, thinking of Xu Hui's voice on the phone, she couldn't even say sorry.

"Don't you have people waiting on you?" She looked at the handsome yet annoying face of the man in the rearview mirror. "They are more flexible than me, can coax you better than me, and will even go to your company early in the morning to bring you breakfast."

As expected, she heard it, but Fu Ruoshi refused to admit defeat. "To be honest, I've never spent money on breakfast since I started school."

Wen Zhixia sneered, "Aren't you afraid of getting diabetes from eating too much?"

"Don't even mention diabetes," Fu Ruoshi said smugly, "Even if I were paralyzed, there would still be plenty of women lining up to serve me."

Wen Zhixia felt dizzy from anger.

Just because you look good you can be shameless?

Although it was difficult to get angry in the car, she thought that if this man really became paralyzed one day, it must be because she hired someone to beat him up.

"Not talking again?" Fu Ruoshi's voice was lazy. "Who are you messaging again?"

Wen Zhixia didn't even raise her head. "A 1.9-meter-tall, dark-skinned athlete with eight-pack abs."

"Eight-pack abs, I have them too," Fu Ruoshi smiled. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's not convenient in the car right now. I'll take off my clothes when I get home so you can play with them."

Wen Zhixia was speechless, "Who wants to play..."

After she finished speaking, she put on her headphones and was about to listen to some music when Fu Ruoshi suddenly said, "Gu Chun's uncle died. Did he tell you about it? Did he ask for comfort or sympathy?"

Wen Zhixia took off her headphones and said angrily, "You care so much about him, why don't you marry him!"