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

At this time, there were many cars parked at the door, some of which she recognized and some of which she did not.

She has never liked such social occasions and doesn't know what to say to them.

Today she wore a simple formal shirt and long skirt. Without earrings or necklaces, she looked simple, elegant and generous.

Before getting off the bus, Fu Ruoshi took out a blood-activating and pain-relieving ointment from somewhere and applied it to the wound on his left hand.

"I injured my hand playing basketball." He smirked. "Be careful not to let anything slip."

???

Wen Zhixia wanted to hit someone after seeing this.

He just said he didn't want to wear a bandage, so she spent the past two days using all her life's knowledge to teach him how to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

Fu Ruoshi was satisfied to see her as angry as a little pufferfish.

Wen Zhixia didn't want to pay any attention to him at this moment, so she jumped out of the car and walked forward alone.

Fu Ruoshi caught up with her, put his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him, "You won't even pretend now?"

Wen Zhixia reacted immediately.

"Sorry," she leaned closer to him, "I'll be more careful next time."

But she immediately reacted—

It seems like there won’t be a next time.

Wen Zhixia felt a little sad. This was probably the last time they would attend a banquet together.

As soon as I entered the front hall, I saw many familiar faces.

Fu Ruoshi's uncles and Song Ailing's family were chatting animatedly about something.

Seeing Wen Zhixia, Song Ailing rolled her eyes obviously.

"Are you back, Ruoshi?"

"Oh, I've lost weight."

“It’s been hard work.”

Han Zhuojun came out from the inner room and greeted Fu Ruoshi when he saw him. "Why are you here just now? Your dad asked you to come over."

Fu Ruoshi said "oh" and inadvertently let go of Wen Zhixia's hand and walked towards the tea room.

Wen Zhixia wanted to catch up with him, but just as she took a step, she realized that he had no intention of taking her with him.

She froze in place, staring blankly at his back, and did not chase after him.

-

After crossing the lotus pond with flowing water under the small bridge, Fu Ruoshi saw smoke as he entered the tea room.

Several bearded Middle Eastern businessmen were smoking cigars, and Fu Keming, wearing sunglasses, was sitting in the middle drinking tea. If you didn't tell me, you would have thought it was a gangster team building event.

"Why didn't you knock?" Fu Keming took off his glasses. "That's impolite."

Fu Ruoshi didn't expect his father to be here to discuss business, so he quickly smiled and said, "How would I know you have a distinguished guest? Sorry, I have to leave first."

"Come back." Fu Keming called him and said a few words in Arabic to the businessmen, and they got up and left.

Fu Ruoshi walked across from him, picked up his unfinished cigar and took two puffs, "It's so hard to smoke."

"What's wrong with your hand?" Fu Keming glanced at the patch on his hand.

Fu Ruoshi: "I got hurt while playing basketball."

"Xu Hui said you were bitten by a dog."

Fu Ruoshi was disdainful. "She said that aliens will occupy the earth tomorrow and asked you to transfer your assets to me as soon as possible."

……

"Okay," Fu Keming said, not wanting to argue with him. He went straight to the point. "You saw those people just now. Next year, Fu Group plans to enter the new energy sector. You should take over."

"I won't answer. If it goes wrong, you'll blame me." Fu Ruoshi refused. "Look for my eldest uncle's son, or my third uncle's daughter."

He knew with his eyes closed that his father was trying to find ways to make him inherit the group.

After all, his energy is limited. If he takes over the family company, not only will the interpersonal relationships be complicated and the power distribution be tangled, it will also greatly take up his energy in managing Zhuorui.

Zhuo Rui was built up by him, and its main business is all overseas. It can break away from the control of the Fu family and he holds the power alone.

The Fu family is wealthy and powerful, and their power system is complex. If one were to rely entirely on the Fu family, not only would his economic power be restricted, but he would not even be able to decide on his own marriage matters. It would be better for him to die.

Fu Keming and Song Ailing are his lessons.

The two families were married in a political and business marriage. Song Ailing was born in a large compound, and Fu Keming's parents were children of military and political families. They later made their fortune in real estate.

When Fu Keming was young, he was also a well-known playboy with countless beauties around him. Fu Ruoshi often heard his parents quarreling in his childhood. The quarrels were so fierce that they smashed the house and even went to court several times, which left a deep shadow on him.

At that time, he swore that he would take control of his own destiny in this life, and no one could manipulate him or control him.

"In the past two years, the local government has vigorously supported new energy," Fu Keming said, adding, "It's easier than high-tech and has less risk."

Fu Ruoshi leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said, "Old Fu, I find that you are getting old and timid."

Fu Keming felt helpless when he saw his frivolous look.

This son usually talks a lot of nonsense, but when it comes to doing things, he has courage, ambition, and strategic skills.

He is not really worried that he will mess up, he is just worried that he will not do it.

"Okay, think about it again." Fu Keming didn't expect him to agree immediately, "Then we can talk about private matters later."

Fu Ruoshi suddenly put away his playful smile.

Fu Keming glanced outside and asked, "You want to give Xiao Xia 100 million?"

"Who told you that?" Fu Ruoshi raised his eyebrows.

Only he and Wen Zhixia knew about this. Did she tell her father about this?

Her self-esteem is thicker than the bend of the city wall. It's impossible.

"Just tell me if it is true." Fu Keming said in a strong tone.

"No." Fu Ruoshi coughed, "The most I can give her is 500,000 yuan as hush money."

After hearing this, Fu Keming still kept a stern face.

Song Ailing told him clearly, and Wen Zhixia said it herself that she rejected Fu Ruoshi's one hundred million.

Fu Keming had seen countless people and could tell that the girl was stubborn and had a strong sense of self-esteem and would not deceive others with such a thing.

Does that mean the son didn't tell the truth?

"Which of your words is the truth?" Fu Keming said angrily. "Are you lying to both sides, or just to us?"

Fu Ruoshi smiled and refilled his tea. "Old Fu, I may lie to you, but I won't hurt you."

He always spoke in a mixed bag of words, and Fu Keming was often tricked by him. He had no idea what he was doing and didn't trust him.

I had no choice but to change the subject.

Fu Keming took a puff of his cigar. "Who did Wen Zhixia's father offend? We can't even solve the case now. What if someone wants to retaliate against her? Putting her in our house is like planting a landmine."

"Don't deny that you're old." Fu Ruoshi looked at him. "When I was little, you said that the strong have the duty to protect the weak. Wen Zhixia, a weak woman weighing less than 100 pounds, why didn't you protect her?"

Fu Keming originally wanted to lecture his son, but he didn't expect to be criticized by his son instead. He was angry and a little regretful.

It seems like I'm getting older, more conservative, and less courageous.

He drank a sip of tea to ease the awkwardness, "Xu Hui's parents are nice people..."

"You like her parents, so you two can get married," Fu Ruoshi said with a frown, "I'll be humble and accept her as my godsister."

"You are presumptuous!"

Fu Keming finally got angry.

Seeing that the slap was about to hit Fu Ruoshi's face, he didn't dodge, but drank tea with a smile.

A punch to the cotton.

"Get out!" Fu Keming pointed outside the door.

Fu Ruoshi ran away in a flash.

Looking at his back, Fu Keming fell into deep thought.

His son has been very independent since he was young. At the age of 20, he dared to go to the United States alone to invest in technology stocks.

At that time, the whole family thought he was crazy. He was arrogant and had never suffered hardship. They thought that once he was beaten by society, he would obediently return home and inherit the family business.

Unexpectedly, he never came back after he left and became famous.

Later, when he wanted to marry Wen Zhixia, his whole family thought he was crazy.

Only Fu Keming knew that once his son made a decision, it was a foregone conclusion.

As for whether the girl was happy with him, only she herself knew.

Later, Fu Keming gradually understood that his son had lived in this oppressive and complicated wealthy family since he was a child, and what he longed for was the outside world that was free and full of unknowns.

Some birds fly away and their hearts become wild, and they will never come back.

Fu Keming sighed.

I really want to buy a birdcage to put him in...