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

Wen Zhixia didn't get angry when she heard this, but smiled self-deprecatingly.

Why would she be anxious?

Once upon a time, she wanted to be with him forever more than anyone else.

She didn't want to admit that she had never let him go.

When they first got married, she really thought about their future and she really wanted to be a good wife.

Even after Fu Ruoshi got married, he was still pursued by many women. His family often received high-end luxury goods with bows tied on them, and some even drove to his doorstep to wait for him.

At first, she didn't dare to ask. She didn't dare to ask what happened between him and them, nor did she dare to ask about their relationship.

She felt she was not qualified.

Later, one time, a woman came to his house with gifts and waited for him.

That night she cried out of grievance, and finally couldn't help asking him what was going on and what he thought of her.

He smiled easily, "Kiss me and I'll tell you."

Then, he deleted all the woman's contact information in front of her.

"You should have told me earlier," he complained to her. "If you had told me you were unhappy, I would have cut off all ties with them. I'm so annoyed. Why don't they find a class to attend? All they do is hang around men all day. They're so useless."

The seemingly comforting words did not make her feel at ease.

On the contrary, she felt that this man was terribly heartless and indifferent.

Even the women themselves didn't understand why they were chatting with him about all sorts of things the day before, sharing similar interests and acting like close friends who had met too late, but were blocked by him today.

He is very decisive in doing things, and this is not the only thing that is reflected.

After all, because he loves himself the most, he doesn't care about anyone else.

Wen Zhixia knew very well that he would treat those women in the same way and would treat herself in the same way in the future. It would only take a moment to block him and cut off contact with him.

He would throw away things he didn't need as trash without any attachment.

Later she stopped asking. The more she knew, the more she knew about her future.

Later, he became even busier and didn't go home for half a year. He rarely replied to her messages and phone calls.

Wen Zhixia didn’t know what she did wrong. In fact, she was willing to learn and change, and was willing to contribute to the family.

She tried to communicate with him through text messages, but he didn't reply, didn't tell her why, and didn't give her a chance to change it.

When he is passionate, he is like a ball of fire, but when he is cold, he can drive people crazy.

Wen Zhixia gradually got used to this kind of waiting.

Two years ago, on her birthday.

That was the first time he gave her a gift, but he also said the most hurtful words to her.

In an instant, all her fantasies were shattered. She completely gave up and no longer had any illusions about him or this marriage. She began to bury herself in work, working overtime, and writing materials.

Later, her work gradually improved and his Zhuo Rui also emerged, but they were like two parallel lines, moving further and further apart.

He hardly ever came home anymore.

Gradually, Wen Zhixia finally understood that what Fu Ruoshi loved was the success or failure in the business world, as well as the free and unrestrained life where the world was his home.

A short stay is his pastime, but he will not compromise for the sake of his family and hide his wings and edge.

He is the freest and the most ruthless.

"Are you stupid?"

While she was distracted, Fu Ruoshi had already come out of the bathroom.

He saw Wen Zhixia was as dazed as a baby with no power, so he slapped her on the head without any severity.

With a slap, Wen Zhixia was hurt by him and woke up from her memories.

She looked up.

The Fu Ruoshi in front of him was tall and slender, with black hair and thin muscles. The lines of his waist and shoulders seemed to be carefully carved by a top craftsman, but his expression was half-smile and there was no specific emotion.

"Who are you thinking about?" He had a bath towel tied around his waist and his pajamas draped lazily over his shoulders. "Your old lover?"

As he spoke, water droplets from Fu Ruoshi's hair dripped onto Wen Zhixia's face, feeling cool.

"I don't have an old lover." Wen Zhixia didn't look at him.

Fu Ruoshi smiled and said, "I'll go get an ice pack." He wiped his hair with a towel and asked, "Would you like some iced Coke?"

Hearing him ask this, Wen Zhixia was a little dazed.

In fact, there are many moments like this, as if he and I are really just an ordinary couple, chatting about the trivialities of life after a busy day.

"Oh, right." Wen Zhixia raised her head. "Why did you applaud me when the freshmen gave their speeches?"

Fu Ruoshi's back paused.

"What?" He turned around. "What day?"

Seeing his expression, Wen Zhixia didn't have the courage to ask any further questions.

She was afraid that he had forgotten it long ago.

I was even more afraid that he would say casually, "I feel sorry for you."

"Nothing." Wen Zhixia sighed, "Don't come downstairs if you have a cold. I'll get you an ice pack."

"Wait a minute." Fu Ruoshi suddenly seemed to remember something, "Weren't we talking about this just now?"

Wen Zhixia was stunned.

Her thoughts jumped from several years ago to today, while he stopped at a few minutes ago.

"Oh," she smiled faintly, "I'll go with you to grandma's birthday party."

-

Two days later at noon.

Fu Ruoshi drove with Wen Zhixia to the old lady's birthday party.

Wen Zhixia was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at Fu Ruoshi. The bruise on his left hand was still quite obvious, and she felt very nervous.

In the past two days, she used all the medical skills she had learned throughout her life to reduce the swelling and relieve the bruises on Fu Ruoshi's hand. She also consulted colleagues from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. In short, she used all kinds of prescriptions.

But in just two days, he was injured too badly and it was difficult to completely recover.

In the end, she was so anxious that she was about to cry. If the old lady saw this, she would be heartbroken to see her precious grandson injured like this.

Fu Ruoshi joked as if nothing had happened, "Don't you have liquid foundation? Lend it to me."

Wen Zhixia actually tried it, and she almost used up half a bottle of foundation, but it still couldn't cover it up.

give up.

I was the one who fought in the first place, so I'll just let him be scolded.

She had even been kicked out of the house, so being scolded was nothing.

Fu Ruoshi saw that she was always glancing at his hands, and he couldn't help teasing her, "Still looking? I've let you play with it for two days, aren't you tired yet?"

Wen Zhixia looked away awkwardly.

Why do some of the words that come out of his mouth sound wrong?

"It's treatment, rehabilitation." Wen Zhixia muttered, "Your Chinese vocabulary is really limited."

Whenever it comes to her profession, she becomes very rigorous. Fu Ruoshi certainly knows this, but he just wants to go against her.

In fact, if she put aside her pride and said to him, "Can you please not tell grandma that I hit her?" he would definitely be willing to take this matter to the grave.

But she can do everything except please him.

So someone waited for two weeks and saw that she would rather stay up for several nights looking up recovery information than say this to him.

It’s just a few words. Will she die if she says it?

"I really admire you."

The old lady lives in an old house on the outskirts of the city. It is surrounded by mountains and water, and the air is fresh. Many wealthy and powerful people in Jincheng like to live here exclusively for their retirement.

The car gradually stopped, and grandma's old house was not far ahead.

Wen Zhixia became a little nervous.