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

Wen Zhixia felt a little melancholy when she came out of Bai Lan's room.

She felt that she had said a lot of things that were against her will. Her grandmother loved her very much, but she lied to her and said that she had a good relationship with Fu Ruoshi.

In fact, they really are getting divorced.

In the setting sun, the white walls and green tiles of the old house formed a sharp silhouette, which eased her depressed mood.

"Wen Zhixia!" A bright voice interrupted her thoughts.

Fu Ruoshi strode towards the garden path.

"I've been looking for you for a long time," he stopped, "and you didn't answer my calls. I thought you were lost."

Wen Zhixia picked up her phone and saw several missed calls.

"I'm not a kindergarten kid, how could I get lost?"

"I've been drinking." Fu Ruoshi handed her a set of car keys. "I can't drive. Please take me with you."

Wen Zhixia noticed that his steps were a little unsteady when he walked, and it was obvious that he had drunk too much at noon.

In fact, for Fu Ruoshi, he cannot get drunk.

As the only son of the Fu family, he represents the image of the entire Fu family. He cannot get drunk, nor can he get drunk before the guests.

Now that everyone has left, he can finally stop pretending.

This suburban road was difficult to drive on. Wen Zhixia tried her best to drive slowly, but unfortunately her driving skills were average and she hadn't practiced for a long time, so she almost made Fu Ruoshi vomit several times.

But he is a good drinker outside. He will become mute if he drinks too much. Someone once tried to set a trap for the Fu family by getting him drunk, but failed.

But it’s another matter when I get home and face my wife.

It was already past ten o'clock when Wen Zhixia drove home.

"Hey," Wen Zhixia turned off the engine and nudged Fu Ruoshi, "We're home."

Fu Ruoshi leaned his head against the window, his eyes half closed, his black eyelashes drooping, casting a soft shadow.

Hearing the sound, he hummed and said lazily, "I can't walk anymore, please help me."

Wen Zhixia got out of the car and opened the passenger door. Before she could stand firmly, Fu Ruoshi jumped into her arms.

......

"Can't you stand up a little?" she complained. "You're really drunk."

Mrs. Li heard the noise and came out of the house. The two of them finally escorted him into the bedroom and were exhausted and out of breath.

Wen Zhixia wiped the sweat off her forehead and went to make some sobering soup for Fu Ruoshi.

When she returned to the bedroom, she saw Fu Ruoshi lying on the quilt, seemingly asleep.

Without the restraints of formal clothes and tie, he was casual and unfussy in private. At this moment, he took off his shirt and lay quietly on the quilt. With his even breathing, the strong and powerful shoulder and back lines rose and fell slightly.

Wen Zhixia called him softly, "Would you like some soup?"

Fu Ruoshi snorted softly, but did not open his eyes.

He looked a little childish when he slept, with his hair falling gently in front of his eyes, making his nose look like a fine work of art.

"Then I'll put the soup on the table for you." Wen Zhixia covered him with a quilt and prepared to go to the study to sleep.

As I turned around, my wrist was suddenly grabbed.

She screamed, lost her balance, and fell into the bed.

"Don't leave." Fu Ruoshi held her in his arms, "Stay with me."

His tone was different from usual, a rare low command.

Was he drunk or not? Wen Zhixia brushed his hair aside, wanting to see if he was pretending.

As a result, this hand was also restrained by him.

......

"Don't move." Fu Ruoshi held her tightly and asked, "Wen Zhixia, do you like me?"

"What?" Wen Zhixia looked at him questioningly.

Fu Ruoshi suddenly lost his usual patience and humor. He turned over, pressed Wen Zhixia under him, and put his hand under her chin. "Look at me, do you like me or not?"

"Don't lie to me."

Wen Zhixia saw a gloom gathering in his red eyes, and he looked completely different from his usual cheerful and talkative self.

"You're drunk." She looked away and broke free from his hand. "Let me go."

"You are my wife." Fu Ruoshi loosened his grip slightly, but still maintained the posture of suppressing her, "Why should I let you go?"

Wen Zhixia still didn't look at him, "I won't be that person soon, wake up."

"Look at me." Fu Ruoshi turned her face again, his voice carrying a rare urgency, "Do you like me or not?"

Wen Zhixia was tortured by his interrogation like a madman, and was inexplicably annoyed by his questions.

"Is it important?" she asked back, "With so many people like you, do you need me?"

"Wen Zhixia, why don't you answer my question?" Fu Ruoshi frowned and asked, "Why don't you look at me when you speak?"

Didn't I see him?

Wen Zhixia suddenly reacted.

She hesitated for a moment, turned her head and raised her eyes, and saw that Fu Ruoshi's usually relaxed brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was filled with a stubborn and persistent look of wanting to get to the bottom of things.

What do you mean?

Why did he ask for proof of this?

He was unwilling to accept it. Wen Zhixia guessed that he was unwilling to accept that a woman didn't like him.

So she spoke again, "I don't look at you because I don't like you. I don't have you in my eyes. Is that okay?"

Although it was such a provocative tone, Fu Ruoshi did not get angry after hearing it.

He was stunned for a long time, without any movement. After a while, he suddenly made a self-deprecating sound, and a blank look flashed in his eyes.

Wen Zhixia was about to push him away when a sudden kiss came and pushed her back onto the bed.

"You lied to me." Fu Ruoshi's voice rolled in his throat. "Wen Zhixia, you didn't tell the truth."

She actually heard a hint of sob in the voice.

It was auditory hallucination, absolutely hallucination. He was just like before, drunk and acting wildly, throwing tantrums like a child.

Despite thinking so, Wen Zhixia still softened her heart.

She didn't know whether she was soft-hearted or what else she was feeling.

In short, just like every night waiting for him to come home, all my dissatisfaction collapsed the moment he hugged me.

Wen Zhixia knew that she was very useless, but when he left home, she still couldn't help missing him, his arms and his kiss.

There is not much time left to stay here.

Forget it, let it be.

……

the next morning.

When the alarm clock rang, Wen Zhixia struggled to get out of bed.

Her throat was burning, she coughed twice and fumbled for the alarm clock.

An arm reached out and stopped the alarm clock, then smoothed the quilt that had slipped off her body back over her.

Wen Zhixia dozed off for a while and heard the sounds of a man washing, dressing, and putting on a watch.

"I'm going to the United States. When I come back, I'll divorce you."

Then came the cold sound of a door closing.

Wen Zhixia woke up instantly.

The familiar scent of perfume floated in the air, telling her that person had left.

In the next few days, Fu Ruoshi seemed to have disappeared from the world again, and there was no news at all.

half a month later.

early morning.

Wen Zhixia had just finished her night shift and was dragging her exhausted body towards home when a morning news report popped up:

Zhuorui Technology is listed on the New York Stock Exchange

It was like a slap in the face, waking her from her confusion.