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

Wen Zhixia couldn't cry anymore after being coaxed and teased by Fu Ruoshi.

"You, aren't you in the United States?" Wen Zhixia pushed him away. "Why are you here?"

She swallowed the words, "Are you coming back to divorce me?"

There were traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. Fu Ruoshi's heart softened when he saw her pitiful look.

He knew that she was strong and would not cry because of fear. She would only cry because she was moved or because her self-esteem was greatly hurt.

"I can't show up?" he joked. "If I don't show up today, you and that reporter will be trending on the Internet tomorrow."

"Thank you," Wen Zhixia said. "Actually, if things really get out of hand, I'll call the police and have them look at the surveillance footage. They'll then investigate who's more responsible, me or the person who hit me. If it's me, I'll sell everything I have to pay for it."

"Okay, okay, you're awesome." Fu Ruoshi was irritated by her stubborn attitude. "I should have known not to save you. You don't know what's good for you."

Despite the fuss, he felt that the matter was not simple.

It is not impossible that something happened to Wen Zhixia while she was at the art exhibition, but if something happened to her at Xu Hui's exhibition, that is another matter.

"You didn't even ask me to come out and look at the paintings." He crossed his arms. "Believe it or not, if I had been here today, you would never have encountered this."

Forget it, let alone looking at paintings, it’s hard to have a full meal with him at the same table.

Wen Zhixia rubbed her eyes and said, "I know you're busy, so I won't bore you."

......

"You can yell if you want."

The car was quiet.

Wen Zhixia pointed to the intersection ahead and said, "Just drop me off there. I'm going back to work."

"No," Fu Ruoshi stared at his phone without raising his eyes, "You don't have a shift today. Come home with me, I have something to talk to you about."

The two of them looked at their own scenery along the way for more than half an hour.

After arriving at the villa, Fu Ruoshi gave Liu Zhen a few instructions about the itinerary for the next two days, then carried his luggage and walked home alone.

Wen Zhixia followed behind him and watched as Mrs. Li took the luggage attentively, congratulated him on his company's listing, and asked about her well-being with an extremely warm attitude.

"Madam, what would you like for dinner?" Mrs. Li asked, "Please order whatever you want. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it.

Wen Zhixia was not used to this name, "Just call me Zhixia, I can eat anything."

Besides, she won't be able to call him that for many more days.

Fu Ruoshi carried the suitcase into the bedroom. Wen Zhixia followed him in and saw him put the suitcase on the table. As he opened it, he said, "Sit on the bed."

There was a sense of weariness in his voice. Wen Zhixia didn't know what he was going to do, so she sat down on the edge of the bed as he asked.

She had just sat down and was about to look back when suddenly her vision went dark.

"I knew you wanted to peek." Fu Ruoshi slowly untied his tie and tied it over Wen Zhixia's eyes. "Behave yourself now."

Wen Zhixia couldn't see anything, she could only hear his slightly hoarse voice floating in her ears, and the warm breath he exhaled while speaking made her feel hot and itchy.

"What are you doing?" The atmosphere was too ambiguous. She was about to take off her tie awkwardly when suddenly, a cool touch rested on her neck and gently extended.

The next second, light reappeared before my eyes.

Wen Zhixia looked down and saw a fan-shaped peacock green pendant hanging on her snow-white chest. It was low-key and exquisite, yet noble.

"Oh my god..."

She recognized the necklace; it was a Bulgari limited edition that required matching pieces, and it wasn't something you could buy just by having money.

"You gave it to me?" She looked up in disbelief.

Fu Ruoshi clearly saw the joy that flashed across her eyes, but it was immediately replaced by panic.

If not her, who else can I give it to?

He felt inexplicably distressed.

Wen Zhixia has very fair skin, which turns pink when it is hot or when she is emotionally excited. The green color of this pendant perfectly matches her skin tone and temperament. She is obviously introverted and gentle, yet so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off her.

"I admire myself more and more," Fu Ruoshi sighed with a smile, "There's no other man in Asia with such good taste as me. What do you think?"

Wen Zhixia looked at the dimples on his cheeks that were sunken from laughing, and his expression was as smug as a child seeking credit, and she felt a little moved.

"You called me back to give me this?" she asked.

Fu Ruoshi folded his hands, silently admiring her beauty.

Wen Zhixia was also looking at him. He was leaning casually against the table, his long legs forming a 45-degree angle with the table, like a natural work of art.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Fu Ruoshi looked away first.

"The company just went public, and I've been incredibly busy," he explained, boasting. "I forgot about you for a while. You won't be mad, will you?"

"Three days late."

"Happy birthday."

Birthday?

Wen Zhixia's mood, which had just calmed down, began to surge again.

Three days ago was her birthday.

She raised her head as if she suddenly realized something, and her eyes met Fu Ruoshi's.

The light in his eyes was like the golden quicksand on the coastline, passionate, open-minded and dazzling under the sunlight.

My heart sank slightly.

Although Fu Ruoshi was born handsome, he was not narcissistic about his face. He even disliked it for being too good-looking at one point because it was useless and hindered his career. He often felt that it was better not to have this face.

Only when Wen Zhixia stared at him, he felt for a moment that this face was not completely useless and could not be completely discarded.

Seeing Wen Zhixia's confused look, he didn't say anything or dodge, as if to say, if you want to see, then see enough.

Wen Zhixia finally looked away, but her cheeks turned red uncontrollably from her ears to her neck.

Seeing her embarrassed look, Fu Ruoshi laughed out loud unexpectedly.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Zhixia said awkwardly, covering her face. "Hold it back. Stop laughing."

"I want to laugh when I see you." Fu Ruoshi slowed down, "What should I do? If you make me die of laughter, will it be considered murdering your husband?"

Wen Zhixia thought about it seriously and shook her head, "Not really, because I have no subjective ill intentions, it's just that you have a low sense of humor."

"Then make me laugh to death." Fu Ruoshi said seriously, "I have a will. When I die, all my things will be yours. Hurry up and make me laugh to death before I change women."

Wen Zhixia was choked by his words and almost rolled her eyes, but she didn't laugh.

Fu Ruoshi is like this, he can stir up people's joy, anger, sorrow and happiness anytime and anywhere.

His words and his eyes are so sincere that you feel he can give you his heart at any time.

But this is his ability to conquer the world, and it is the soft sword hidden in his sleeve.

The more beautiful his words are, the more painful they are when they hurt you.

Don't believe what he says and don't look into his eyes, so you won't get hurt.

Wen Zhixia warned herself again and again.

"When will you leave again after you come back this time?" she asked.

"Really?" Fu Ruoshi said with a look of grievance, "I haven't even sat on the bench yet and you want to chase me away?"

Wen Zhixia hesitated for a long time, "Are you busy recently? Do you have time?"

Fu Ruoshi: "You want to date me?"

.....

If he were to talk like that in court, the judge would be embarrassed not to have a fight with him.

At this moment, Mrs. Li knocked on the door outside, "Madam, Mr. Fu, dinner is ready."