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

The two of them spoke in silence along the way until they arrived at the villa.

Mrs. Li came up to greet them warmly, and when she saw Wen Zhixia getting out of the back seat, her expression froze for a moment.

Fu Ruoshi got out of the car, put his injured hand in his pocket, and avoided Mrs. Li's sight.

Mrs. Li hurriedly chased after him with a very attentive attitude, but deliberately ignored Wen Zhixia.

Wen Zhixia knows her own limitations. Last time, she was kicked out in front of the whole family, so this time, she might not even be considered a guest.

Come to the restaurant.

Fu Ruoshi sat at the table, drinking tea slowly.

He seemed to be preoccupied, his brows lowered, as if lost in thought, and he didn't even react when the dishes were served.

The last time Wen Zhixia saw him with this expression was the night before their wedding three years ago.

Even though the wedding was the next morning, he sat alone in the study, in a daze until dawn, completely different from his usual carefree attitude.

At that time, she was still thinking that maybe he was in a bad mood because he married someone he didn't love.

Fortunately, he will be able to remarry soon.

However, Wen Zhixia has always been curious about what kind of woman Fu Ruoshi, a man who is born to love adventure and freedom, will end up spending the rest of his life with.

In her eyes, Fu Ruoshi would never compromise for love and family.

He also likes others and he is sincere, but what he loves most is himself.

Being with such a person will make you suffer a lot.

"Mr. Fu," Mrs. Li said as she served all the dishes, "is there anything else you need?"

She kept calling Mr. Fu "Mr. Fu's loyal servant" and didn't take Wen Zhixia seriously at all.

Now almost everyone in the Fu family knows that Fu Ruoshi and Wen Zhixia have separated, and the next step will definitely be divorce. Mrs. Li had already received Song Ailing's hint that she no longer considered Wen Zhixia a family member.

Fu Ruoshi took two bites and suddenly put down his chopsticks with a snap, his face suddenly becoming gloomy.

"Who told you to make it so spicy?"

Although he was not meticulous in his treatment of his servants, he was reasonable and restrained and would never lose his temper with them. This was a rule taught to him by his family since he was a child.

Sister Li was so frightened by him that she almost dropped the food. "Sister Ling said you love spicy food, so she asked me to prepare it specially."

"What about her?" Fu Ruoshi picked up his chopsticks and pointed the tip towards Wen Zhixia. "What does she eat?"

Mrs. Li was in the wrong and was speechless.

Wen Zhixia can't eat anything spicy. If she does, her whole body will turn red, tears will flow, and she will cough.

"Sister Li," Fu Ruoshi said, not even raising his eyes, but his voice was full of oppression, "Who is the master of this house?"

Mrs. Li's voice was weak. "You, you are the master."

Fu Ruoshi hummed, "One person can only serve one boss at a time, don't try to take advantage of both sides."

What he meant was that Mrs. Li should understand her own position and not act as Song Ailing's spy while taking Fu Ruoshi's salary.

"I understand, I understand." Sister Li lowered her head timidly, "Young Madam, I haven't done my job well and have neglected you. I'll go get more food now."

Wen Zhixia doesn't hold grudges. "No, it's not that serious."

Mrs. Li went straight to the kitchen.

"Why are you so mean to her?" Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes at Fu Ruoshi. "It's not easy for her at her age."

"If I don't teach her a lesson," Fu Ruoshi said while eating slowly, "she'll think she's the master of this place."

Wen Zhixia thought that she was about to leave, so there was no need to be unhappy about such a small matter, so she said, "She is fine. I am not that picky. I don't eat this or that..."

"You can't be cruel to anyone," Fu Ruoshi suddenly interrupted her, "except me."

He threw away his chopsticks and went upstairs, covering his left hand.

Wen Zhixia was stunned by his fierceness and didn't know what words had irritated him.

Maybe the pressure of the company going public made him emotionally unstable?

Forget it, I’ll go up and see him later.

Wen Zhixia was afraid of wasting food, so she tried to eat for a while, then put down her bowl and left the table.

Halfway up the stairs, she remembered that Fu Ruoshi still had a cold, so she went back to the kitchen to make a cup of cold granules and brought it up to him.

"Um..." Wen Zhixia knocked on the bedroom door, "Can I come in?"

Hearing Fu Ruoshi's agreement, she pushed the door open and went in.

Fu Ruoshi leaned on the sofa. He had just changed his clothes, his hair was slightly messy, and he was wearing a loose champagne-colored shirt with only one button fastened. His firm and distinct abdominal muscles were faintly visible, giving him a kind of casual laziness and wantonness.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Wen Zhixia put the cup on the table. "Take some cold medicine first. Also, do you want to put some medicine on your hands?"

Seeing that she came all the way to care about him, Fu Ruoshi, who was irritable just now, felt much better now.

"I'm just worried about how to wash it," he said, looking at her and smiling, "How about you help me wash it?"

"what?"

Wen Zhixia thought he was going to take a shower because he was dressed so shabbily.

I didn't expect that he would actually go down the stairs.

However, his hands did look like they were difficult to wash.

Wen Zhixia hesitated for a moment, "Okay, wait, I'll go drain the water."

Fu Ruoshi found it funny to see that she was obviously embarrassed and her face was red, but she was trying to pretend that nothing was wrong.

"Are you still embarrassed?" He leaned against the door, his tone lazy, "Is there anything on my body that you haven't seen?"

Wen Zhixia ignored him.

In fact, she is very conservative. She has been with Gu Chun for six years without having sex. She always feels that they should start this relationship after getting married. Later, when she was with Fu Ruoshi, he was the one who took the initiative in this matter, and she just cooperated at most.

"Is this water temperature okay?" Wen Zhixia changed the subject, "You try it."

Fu Ruoshi said, "Help me take off my clothes."

Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes. It was as if he was not wearing any clothes. Wouldn’t they fall off if she shook them?

"Hurry up," Fu Ruoshi said, playing the victim, "Ouch, my hand hurts again."

......

Really convinced.

Wen Zhixia could only bite the bullet and help him take it off.

She unbuttoned his shirt, opened it wide, and let his hands slip through.

Fu Ruoshi's skin became whiter, and thin beads of sweat seeped out of his abdominal muscles under the high temperature. When he raised his hand, the smooth lines of his muscles undulated.

He usually works very hard, so he relies on frequent exercise to improve his perseverance and physical strength.

Next comes the pants.

Maybe it was because the temperature in the bathroom was too high, or because the atmosphere was too ambiguous, but Wen Zhixia's hand was hanging in the air for a long time.

Fu Ruoshi watched as Wen Zhixia's cheeks turned from peach red to tomato red, almost bleeding.

"Alright, alright," Fu Ruoshi suppressed a laugh, "Go out, I can wash myself."

Wen Zhixia trotted out of the bathroom.

A moment later, Fu Ruoshi's voice came from inside, "Don't leave these two days. It's grandma's birthday this weekend. Come with me."

Wen Zhixia looked at the figure moving on the glass door, hesitated for a moment, and refused again, "We are getting divorced, there is no need for me to be there, right? I am still worth it this weekend..."

When I heard the word divorce, the air in the bathroom suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"Wen Zhixia, are you done yet? I'm not anxious at all, why are you anxious?"