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

After these words were spoken, Wen Zhixia and Fan Xiaolin looked at each other in surprise.

"Really? Don't worry, I will keep my distance from him." Xu Hui added, "From now on, he and I will just be ordinary friends."

Fan Xiaolin didn't buy her trick.

"Cough cough cough." She immediately pretended to cough, her eyes looking around, her fingers tapping the payment QR code on the table precisely.

Wen Zhixia also cooperated with her, scanning the food on other people's tables, but did not respond.

Xu Hui was embarrassed, so she glanced at the barbecue on the table.

Apart from the lamb chops, other items like fish tofu, chicken feet, and enoki mushrooms are all very cheap. She took out her mobile phone and prepared to scan the code to pay.

"Wait a minute." Fan Xiaolin saw her calculating look clearly. She quickly pressed the QR code and said with a wicked smile, "Sister, don't be impatient. I'm not full yet."

"You..." Xu Hui was obviously a little annoyed.

Wen Zhixia gnawed on a chicken foot and chimed in, "Well, my bestie has a better appetite."

"That's right." Fan Xiaolin waved behind her, "Waiter, add ten more oysters and two more grilled cod. Zhixia, how about you?"

"I want ten chicken cartilages."

Fan Xiaolin then moved the QR code away and said, "Come on, big internet celebrity, you won't argue with us over this little money, right?"

Xu Hui was so angry that she couldn't vent it. She could only force herself to remain calm and grit her teeth to pay the money.

"Zhixia," she turned to Wen Zhixia again, "I know Ruoshi doesn't have me in his heart at all. I only wanted to be with him before because of pressure from my family. Now I don't want to live for a man anymore. I just want to focus on my career."

Wen Zhixia didn't know whether what she said was true or not, but she was not the type of person who would not give in even if she was right.

"You don't have to say that," she took Xu Hui's brochure, "If I have nothing to do that day, I'll go."

"Really?" Xu Hui nodded excitedly. "Can we add each other on WeChat? I'll send you the tickets."

"Add me," Fan Xiaolin handed the phone to Xu Hui, "I'll pass on anything you need."

Wen Zhixia didn't want her bestie to offend anyone for her, nor did she want to dwell on such trivial matters. "Forget it, just scan me if you have nothing else to do."

Xu Hui gave her the ticket and left.

"I want to go too." Fan Xiaolin looked at her from behind and said, "Is she really able to paint? I don't believe it. I have to interview her about her creative experience."

"I've read some gossip about her online," Wen Zhixia whispered. "Search and see if you have any material."

Fan Xiaolin's eyes lit up, and then she covered her mouth and laughed, "My dear, you are so mean."

Wen Zhixia quickly made a hushing gesture.

"Oh, right." She remembered and asked Fan Xiaolin, "Have you seen the news? About Zhuo Rui."

Seeing that she was willing to talk about this, Fan Xiaolin felt relieved.

"I have," she nodded and asked, "Have you contacted him?"

Wen Zhixia shook her head helplessly, "No, I'm waiting."

Seeing her look a little lost, Fan Xiaolin felt very sad.

In fact, she knew very well that her best friend could never let go of that man.

When she met Wen Zhixia, she was already married.

She was scalded by boiling water at that time, and it was Wen Zhixia who examined her.

She is professional, patient and beautiful.

Fan Xiaolin asked for her WeChat and wanted to introduce her to her cousin who was studying for a doctorate abroad, but as expected, she was rejected.

Wen Zhixia was very good at keeping secrets, and it was a long time before Fan Xiaolin found out that she had gotten married right after graduation, and that she had secretly married the eldest son of the Fu family, the richest family in Jincheng.

Fan Xiaolin didn't know what was so good about Fu Ruoshi. He was good-looking and had a good career, but the beneficiary of these advantages was himself, not his wife.

But Wen Zhixia was too patient, which made her feel distressed.

"If he doesn't want to see you, forget it." Thinking of this, Fan Xiaolin encouraged her, "Just pretend you don't know. Just live in his villa, eat his rice, and sleep with him. If I were you, I would hope he doesn't come home. After all, I'm his legal wife, and he has to support me."

Wen Zhixia agreed with her, but the premise of all this was that you didn't care about him.

If you don't care about him, you don't care about his opinion.

But she just couldn't get over that hurdle and didn't want him to think she was a money-hungry and vain woman.

The person who falls in love first is the humble one.

The two of them ate until the barbecue restaurant closed and then went home.

After arriving home, Wen Zhixia leaned back on the sofa and looked at her phone for a while.

Fu Ruoshi still didn't make any sound.

When he was with her, he could talk eloquently, laughing and cursing, as if he would die if he was not allowed to speak.

Once he left, there was no news from him at all. There was no word for ten days or half a month, as if he was really dead.

Wen Zhixia once heard a saying, the first half of which was: Those who are too affectionate are less affectionate, and she forgot the second half.

It's true that he flirts with you, and it's true that you and I are in love with each other.

Not every word he said was false, but there wasn't much sincerity between the lines either.

The next morning.

In the burn ward, Wen Zhixia was changing the dressing for a patient who had previously suffered high-voltage electrical burns.

He just had a skin graft done and can't move right now.

"Zhang Zhiming, let's turn the bed over, just hold on for a while." While comforting him, she turned the bed over and applied medicine to the patient's back.

Wen Zhixia would take time every day to turn him over in bed twice to prevent the wound on his back from worsening.

I was busy for two hours before I finally finished changing the medicine.

Changing the dressing is a physical job that requires the cooperation of three or four medical staff. Wen Zhixia was so tired that she kept wiping her sweat after finishing the work.

"Where's Doctor Xiao Wen?" Zhang Zhiming's eyes were covered with gauze, so he couldn't see and could only call out vaguely, "Is he gone?"

"Here, here," Xiaoya comforted her, "You like our Doctor Xiao Wen too, right? She's very popular."

Wen Zhixia patiently walked to the bedside and said, "I'm here, A-Ming, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no." Zhang Zhiming seemed relieved when he heard Wen Zhixia's voice. "I'm not feeling uncomfortable. I just want to hear you talk."

Wen Zhixia felt warm in her heart.

She knew that burn patients were under great psychological pressure, had to stay in bed 24 hours a day, were blind, and needed a lot of care.

"Then I'll come often. Don't think I talk too much." Wen Zhixia handed him a stress ball. "Pinch it more often when you have nothing to do. It will help your hand muscles recover."

After leaving the ward, Wen Zhixia put away her smile.

She couldn't laugh. Zhang Zhiming's subsequent skin grafting surgery would cost at least hundreds of thousands of yuan, which was undoubtedly a huge sum of money for a working-class family like his.

"How's the progress on the grant?" she asked Xiaoya. "Have you heard from the director?"

Xiaoya shook her head. "I don't think she mentioned it. How about you ask her again?"

Wen Zhixia nodded and walked towards the department.

Director Wu was not at home at this time. She picked up her phone to send her a message, but saw several unread messages.

【Zhizhi, thank you for the flowers you sent at the memorial service last time.】

【I'm in Jincheng】

【Can I treat you to a meal? 】