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

"I'm here," Fu Ruoshi responded, "Let's go, we can talk while we eat."

It took more than ten minutes to walk from the bedroom to the dining room. Fu Ruoshi was tall and had long legs, so he walked fast. He disappeared after just a few minutes of leaving the house. It seemed that he was really hungry.

When Wen Zhixia walked into the restaurant, she happened to see Fu Ruoshi changing clothes.

"I have something to do, so I'm leaving now." He said as he put on his suit, "Eat by yourself, I won't be back tonight."

Wen Zhixia looked at the dishes on the table and hummed calmly, "You go, I'll eat by myself."

After he left, Wen Zhixia ate two braised lion's heads, half a bowl of fried green beans and a few garlic beef ribs, and finally lost her appetite.

The Fu Group’s headquarters is located on Coastal Avenue in the southern district of Jincheng. With a height of nearly 700 meters, it is ranked as the tallest building in the country.

The silver-gray color reflects brilliant light under the sunlight.

When Fu Ruoshi's car stopped at the entrance of the building, the security guard thought he was seeing things.

He hasn't been to the group for eight hundred years, and the last time he came back was when his grandfather passed away.

In the chairman's office, Fu Keming had just filled his pipe with tobacco when Fu Ruoshi rushed in like a robber.

"Hello, Mr. Fu." The secretary was startled and immediately left the office.

Fu Ruoshi passed by her and asked Fu Keming, "Why do you have to talk about it in a place like this?"

"Didn't you come to see me?" Fu Keming took a puff of his cigarette and said, "If you want to talk, then go away."

? ?

Didn’t you send me a message asking if I would come?

Fu Ruoshi looked aggrieved.

Fu Keming was also very serious.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere was cold.

"You speak first."

in unison.

Fu Ruoshi said with a playful smile, "Old people first."

Fu Keming asked, "Now that your company has successfully gone public, what do you think about the Fu Ying Energy issue I mentioned earlier?"

In the past two years, Fu Keming has been in poor health and has been planning to retire, but he is not at ease handing over all the power of the Fu family to his brother and younger brother.

Fu Ying Energy has set its sights on the electric vehicle market, focusing on energy development and energy storage equipment manufacturing. It has good prospects in emerging industries such as electric vehicles, industrial robots, and even artificial intelligence.

However, there was a fierce internal struggle within the Fu family, and the shareholders all had their own concerns. Everyone knew that Fu Keming was in poor health, and many people hoped that he would retire so that they could divide the profits.

Now the Fu family lacks fresh blood who can take charge of the overall situation. There are many different opinions within the group about the successor, and the elusive Fu Ruoshi is the biggest variable.

No one knows what he really thinks.

"Not very good," Fu Ruoshi said bluntly, "The Fu family is completely controlled by a bunch of old foxes. You push me out as a target, and I'll be killed in seconds if I show my head."

"So, I'll let you start with the branch first," Fu Keming said in a negotiating tone. "This isn't about showing off your talents right now, but about letting you understand the Fu family's connections and the hidden cards of those people."

He looked at Fu Ruoshi, who was sitting with his legs crossed and not saying anything, not knowing what he was thinking. He gave in and said, "You can make your conditions. If Zhuorui wants me to do anything, the Big Four investment banks can handle it with just a word."

Fu Ruoshi rolled his eyes and suddenly asked Fu Keming, "Can Fuxing Medical give it to me? I heard that there's a new board seat?"

Fuxing Medical is a small medical and biological company under the name of the Fu family. It is small in scale but has an elite team, especially in the field of surgical trauma. It often goes abroad for exchanges and learning, and its profits are rising year by year.

Is this his purpose today?

Fu Keming asked tentatively, "What do you want to do with this company? It's hard and tiring, with little pay and a lot of energy. And you don't know anything about medicine. The pain of studying medicine is not something that most people can endure."

Fu Ruoshi didn't explain, "Give me this company, and I'll help you keep an eye on Fuying Energy."

Fu Keming thought, it's possible, but this deal is obviously a loss.

My son is as smart as a monkey and there is no way he can do business at a loss.

But then he thought, he doesn't know medicine, but his wife does.

Wen Zhixia's professional field basically covers most of Fuying Medical's projects.

This little girl is so ambitious? She wants a company right out of the blue?

Fu Keming didn't know what his son was thinking, so he asked, "How's your divorce from Xiao Xia going? Didn't you say you'd get a divorce once we went public?"

"I'm not in a hurry. She'll come to me and ask for it when she can't stand it anymore." Fu Ruoshi said nonchalantly, "Dad, don't you think she'll bring me good luck? My company will go public as soon as she gets married. If I keep her for a few more days, won't I make a fortune? Find someone to calculate her horoscope and see how many sons she can give birth to for me."

Fu Keming was stunned by his son's extreme and sophisticated selfishness.

He even felt sorry for Wen Zhixia. This poor girl was exploited by him until nothing was left.

"Are you still human?" The old man glared at him. "You treat your wife as a tool? Do you still have any humanity?"

"No." Fu Ruoshi smiled broadly, "Didn't I learn this from you? You schemed against our mom a lot when you were young."

......

What he said was true. Fu Keming had no way of refuting it and just wanted to take action.

But he only has this one son, and if he is beaten to death, there will be no one to inherit the family business.

But Fu Ruoshi's attitude today gave him some peace of mind. At least his son wasn't completely rejecting the Fu family; there was room for negotiation.

"Let me think about it," Fu Keming said. "Before you leave, your mother told me to tell you. Remember to treat Xu Hui to dinner. You made such a scene at her art exhibition the other day that her parents almost came to my office to complain."

Fu Ruoshi uttered an "ah" and tried to shirk responsibility, "It wasn't me who caused this, it was Wen Zhixia and her best friend..."

"Alright, alright, go away," Fu Keming waved his hand wearily. "I've told you so many times not to take things too far. Besides, you should take care of your own woman."

Exited the building.

As soon as Fu Ruoshi got in the car, he put away his playful smile and called Xu Hui.

Xu Hui answered the phone almost immediately, her voice filled with joy, "Ruoshi, why are you calling me?"

"My dad asked me to take a taxi. I'm treating you to a meal." Fu Ruoshi's voice was filled with laughter, and those who heard it felt like they were in spring breeze. But in fact, he had been reading WeChat on his tablet, and he had no expression at all.

Xu Hui asked cautiously, "Ruoshi, what happened at the gallery that day was just a misunderstanding. Zhixia isn't angry with me, right?"

"It's okay," Fu Ruoshi said lightly, "Although she is very angry, it's only with me."

Hearing his good tone, Xu Hui breathed a sigh of relief. "Ruoshi, this meal should be my treat. Please tell Zhixia for me that if it makes her feel better, I'm willing to post a video on the official account to apologize to her. As long as she's happy, I'll do anything."

Fu Ruoshi was reading the message from Liu Zhen:

"Mr. Fu, we checked the surveillance footage. The woman who pushed my wife at the exhibition is Yu Qian, the secretary to the board of directors of Ranguo Media."

We found out that she was actually the mistress of our boss, Gao Qi.

Below is the surveillance video from the exhibition:

Wen Zhixia was looking at a painting with a cup of coffee in her hand. Yu Qian came up to chat with her for a few words, and suddenly bumped into her hard, causing the coffee in her hands to spill onto the painting.

Seeing this, Fu Ruoshi raised his eyebrows and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

He held back and watched Yu Qian in the video leave the exhibition through the crowd.

There are several more voice videos at the end, which are ambiguous voice messages between Yu Qian and her boss Gao Qi, and the content is explosive.

Fu Ruoshi tapped the tablet lightly with his fingers, then typed on the keyboard.

【Do as I say...】

"Why do you care whether she's happy or not?" He said to Xu Hui, trying to deal with her at the same time. "She's not your father. Let's talk about dinner first. You set a time."