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

In the evening. Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

Wen Zhixia had just finished the consultation and rushed to the emergency room without stopping.

"Relax, open your eyes," she said, gently cleaning the patient's wound. "Can you open them?"

Seeing the patient's painful expression, Wen Zhixia said to the nurse, "You go and notify the consultation. I'll communicate with the neurosurgery department."

She is the youngest doctor in the burn department. She was admitted to medical school at the age of 17, received a full scholarship and was admitted to graduate school.

However, no one knew that her childhood dream was to become a lawyer, and that she studied medicine to follow her parents' wishes.

Fifteen years ago, renowned criminal defense lawyer Wen Zhengmao and his wife Xia Hongyu died in a car accident, and the murderer remains at large.

Some industry insiders speculated that Lawyer Wen was retaliated by criminal gangs because he represented the victim in the lawsuit for free.

Wen Zhixia grew up with her grandfather who was a teacher. Before her father died, he repeatedly warned her not to become a lawyer because it was too dangerous and no one would protect her.

As soon as I left the emergency room, my cell phone started ringing again like crazy.

Wen Zhixia continued as she walked, "Mom, I'm in the hospital."

The leisurely sound of mahjong came from Song Ailing's side. "How's the matter I told you about last time going?"

"I'm working on it." Wen Zhixia said, "Ruo Shi is on a business trip. He will go with me to handle the formalities when he comes back."

Since the beginning of this year, Song Ailing has often urged her to get a divorce. Wen Zhixia speculated that this was probably a message from Fu Ruoshi.

Anything related to the divorce was either passed on by his assistant or his mother. He never mentioned it himself; it was his style to leave no room for accusations.

Song Ailing said, "I was confused at the time, but you have to know that there is no such thing as love in a family like ours. Your place originally belonged to Xu Hui."

She knew that Xu Hui was the woman who was a perfect match for Fu Ruoshi.

Have you found a successor so quickly?

Wen Zhixia felt sad when she thought of the passionate lovemaking between Fu Ruoshi and herself not long ago.

"Mom, I know," she took a deep breath, "I had already made an appointment with Ruoshi to get a divorce certificate. He was on a business trip today and that's why we didn't get it done. But I won't stay at the Fu family. I've rented a house and will move out in the next few days. I still have work to do, so I'll hang up first."

She didn't care whether Song Ailing had anything else to say, she just turned off her phone and returned to work.

-

It was already late at night when I returned to the villa after finishing my work.

On ordinary days, this huge villa is deserted, but today it seems to be very lively.

Wen Zhixia pushed open the gate and saw several strong men moving things.

Song Ailing and Mrs. Li came out of the living room. "Throw this in the box," Song Ailing pointed at the two portraits on the ground. "It's so unlucky at this late hour."

Wen Zhixia looked closely and found that her parents' portraits were thrown on the ground like garbage.

"Dad, Mom!"

She walked forward and held up the portrait, looking at Song Ailing with anger, trying to read even a hint of apology on her face.

"Oh, Xiaoxia is back," Song Ailing said, ignoring him. "Baby, I was worried that it would be too hard for you to move by yourself, so I found a moving company for you. Have you had dinner? I'll ask the kitchen to make it for you."

Looking at her calm expression, Wen Zhixia laughed at his own naivety.

Someone said in the morning that he wanted to postpone the divorce, but in the evening his mother came and kicked him out of the house.

How could they feel sorry and guilty?

"Sister Ling has paid for your moving expenses," Mrs. Li chimed in. "If you need anything else, like toothpaste, cotton swabs, sanitary napkins, etc., Sister Ling will buy them for you."

The implication is that the Fu family can give you some small favors, but don't even think about getting real money from them.

Wen Zhixia understood everything. She didn’t have a heart of glass that would break at the slightest touch, but she didn’t have a heart of diamond either.

The moment she was kicked out in public, she just wanted to leave here forever and never come back.

"No, thank you." She swallowed her tears, transferred the moving expenses to Song Ailing, and dragged her luggage out of the yard.

There was light rain in the sky.

Wen Zhixia was dragging the luggage in one hand and holding the portrait in the other, while Song Ailing was standing under the eaves holding an umbrella, and was reluctant to hand it over.

At this moment, a silver Cullinan came rushing through the rain and fog.

It braked too suddenly, splashing mud all over Wen Zhixia.

......

When it rains, it pours. Wen Zhixia was completely paralyzed.

The cool scent of soap filled the air as the man got out of the car.

Refreshing and restrained, wanting to refuse but also to welcome.

"Oh, there's someone here?" Fu Ruoshi slammed the car door with a smile, "Standing there like a wooden stake, not even hiding when he saw a car. Has working ruined your brain?"

Wen Zhixia glared at him hatefully, thinking, "Are you really going to kill me? The high beams are almost blinding me, where can I hide?"

But she was angry and cold, her whole body was trembling, she couldn't speak, she could only look up angrily -

The man in front of him was wearing a dark blue haute couture suit, his eyes moving around, with a hint of a smile, he had the unruly and mysterious air of a nobleman in the dark night.

Fu Ruoshi is a typical oriental appearance with western bones. He is handsome and handsome, deep and sharp, with broad shoulders, long and straight legs, and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, which make people blush and heartbeat every minute.

Wen Zhixia looked at his dimples and thought that if this person was born in ancient times, she would definitely be a demon concubine who would bring disaster to the country.

"Where are you going?" Fu Ruoshi asked lazily, "Ancestor, it's the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

"I'll make room for you," Wen Zhixia took over his words, "I can't delay your date with Miss Xu."

Make room?

Miss Xu?

Fu Ruoshi didn't understand. He just saw that she had no intention of staying, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

"Madam, let me do it," Special Assistant Liu was about to help her move, but was stopped by Fu Ruoshi.

"Let her move it herself." Fu Ruoshi said coldly, "If you like to endure hardships, then eat more. I respect your blessing."

Wen Zhixia turned around and said, "Thank you."

Fu Ruoshi curled his lips, "You're welcome."

Song Ailing came out and saw her son. She went to meet him with a guilty look on her face. "Son, why are you back at this hour?"

As soon as he saw his mother appear at the villa, Fu Ruoshi understood the reason.

"Mom, it's cold up in the mountains," he said, dropping his joking attitude. "Please go, don't let the cold give you arthritis."

He coaxed and urged Song Ailing into the car.

Song Ailing couldn't persuade him, "Son, Xu Hui invited you to dinner, don't forget it."

Fu Ruoshi hummed and hawed, closed the door, and turned back to look for Wen Zhixia.

Seeing her get on the passenger seat, he took a few steps forward, grabbed her waist the moment the door closed, and pulled her out of the car.

"what!"

Wen Zhixia screamed at the moment of weightlessness, and then she fell into a broad chest.

The warmth is the vitality driven by heartbeat and blood.

Fu Ruoshi held her in front of him and said to the people from the moving company, "Good night. She's not leaving."

The moving company looked at his clothes and demeanor and assumed that he was the male owner of the place, and his young wife was angry with him.

For the sake of marital harmony, they drove away in a flash.

"Hey! My luggage!"

Wen Zhixia looked at the truck going away and said, "Do you really have to judge people by their appearance?!"

Seeing her so determined, the suspicion in Fu Ruoshi's eyes grew heavier.

"Why do you have to go?" he asked. "Don't you want to say something?"

Wen Zhixia thought to herself, you’ve already kicked me out, what else can I say?

"Speak up," Fu Ruoshi raised her chin, "or have you found your next home? Is there someone waiting for you there?"

Wen Zhixia pushed his hand away in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Fu Ruoshi smiled meaningfully, "Just like when you came to me."