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

The door opens.

Fan Xiaolin held up the group buy coupon on her phone and said, "Let's celebrate tonight? Let's have Cantonese food? Michelin-starred."

"I haven't been to a Michelin restaurant yet." Wen Zhixia asked excitedly, "Help me figure out what to wear for my first time at a Michelin restaurant."

Fan Xiaolin came into the room to give her advice and chatted with her about the progress of Yu Qian's case.

"Bao, do you think Yu Qian has offended some powerful figure?" Fan Xiaolin asked. "This speed of exposure and the scale of buying out public opinion are not something that ordinary people can do."

Wen Zhixia changed her clothes and said while putting on makeup, "Maybe Gao Qi's wife? Gossip says that Gao Qi got his start with her."

"Bao, is there a possibility?" Fan Xiaolin suddenly said mysteriously, "Could it be Fu Ruoshi who did it?"

"No." Wen Zhixia lowered her eyes. "He didn't see Yu Qian that day, and I didn't mention it."

"Don't you think it's a coincidence?" Fan Xiaolin refused to give up. "Yu Qian bullied you for only two days, and the scandal broke out, dragging Gao Qi into it. Ran Guo's backers are quite powerful. Anyone who dares to touch him must not even be afraid of his backers. Who has such power?"

After listening to her analysis, Wen Zhixia paused while putting on makeup.

Could it be that he really did it?

Apart from anything else, this style of doing things, which is secretive and leaves no room for maneuver, is indeed like him.

Wen Zhixia still remembered that not long after she married Fu Ruoshi, the boss of a film company wanted to curry favor with him but failed, and he held a grudge against him, so he asked a young star under his company to drug him and try to have sex with him, and then made up a romantic scandal to blackmail him.

Later, the company went bankrupt, the boss went to jail, the young star became mentally ill, and gossip and rumors were flying everywhere, but there was no concrete reason.

She only found out about it later when Fu Keming called and scolded him. He happened to be at home that day, and was showing off to his dad on speakerphone, saying how flawless the job was and how awesome he was.

That was the first time Wen Zhixia saw Fu Ruo's cruel side.

He was very decisive in doing things, leaving no way out for others or himself.

Gradually she realized that this was his ruthless and decisive nature.

Wen Zhixia was in a complicated mood.

"Don't mention him, let's go and have dinner."

The two drove to Gangcheng Hotel.

As soon as he got off the car, Wen Zhixia saw a familiar figure.

Not far ahead, a Rolls-Royce stopped at the door.

Fu Ruoshi got out of the car, followed closely by Xu Hui.

She was wearing a figure-hugging leather strapless long dress and ten-centimeter high heels, walking behind Fu Ruoshi.

Fu Ruoshi walked in front, striding with long legs without looking back, holding his cell phone and talking on the phone.

"Oh my god," Fan Xiaolin pointed at him and asked Wen Zhixia, "What's going on with him? The red flag is flying high at home, but colorful flags are fluttering outside?"

Wen Zhixia said in a muffled voice, "He often has women out for dinner, so everyone assumes he's single."

"That's just bullshit! This is absolutely shameless!" Fan Xiaolin was furious. "Bao, please help me park the car in the garage. I'll go downstairs."

She had a very bad impression of this man before, which had improved a little after the art exhibition incident, but is even worse now.

"Don't go," Wen Zhixia stopped him cautiously, "Don't look at him smiling, if he gets mad, someone might get killed."

"I won't confront them head-on," Fan Xiaolin said as she jumped out of the car. "I know my limits."

Wen Zhixia wanted to catch up, but a car behind was honking.

She had no choice but to sit in the driver's seat and drive towards the garage.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

Fan Xiaolin hasn't sent her the QR code for the buffet voucher yet.

She stepped on the accelerator and brake, then handed the key to the doorman. "Handsome brother, help me stop the car, and I'll give you a tip when I come back!"

In the hotel lobby, Fan Xiaolin followed the two of them and walked towards the elevator.

In fact, she wanted to verify one thing, which was whether the matter about Yu Qian was exposed by Fu Ruoshi.

She hoped so, because it would prove that Fu Ruoshi wasn't that bad to Wen Zhixia. She would feel much more at ease.

However, in the eyes of the media, the eldest son of the Fu family is notoriously difficult to interview. His mouth is as hard as that of an underground party member and no one has succeeded in prying it open.

Today Fu Ruoshi was wearing a dark blue shirt and black trousers. The straight and wide cut fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, and accentuated his narrow waist and slender legs.

He walked in a relaxed manner, his waist and shoulders swaying with his steps, but his back was solid and powerful, revealing a domineering and unrestrained aura.

"Who is she trying to seduce with that swaying waist?" Fan Xiaolin said disdainfully. "It would be a shame if she didn't become a gigolo."

Just as the elevator door was about to close, she cried out and slipped in.

When Wen Zhixia chased to the elevator, Fan Xiaolin's elevator door just closed.

"Hello," she asked, pulling a man who looked like a manager, "Which box is Ms. Xu Hui in?"

The man asked politely, "Who are you?"

"I'm his secretary. I'm here to get some materials."

Seeing that she looked weak and harmless, the other party gave her the door number.

On this side, Fan Xiaolin entered the elevator and started performing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She covered her head and apologized hurriedly, "I'm lost. I have a disease. This disease makes me lose my way when I see scumbag men and women."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Fu Ruoshi and Xu Hui, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Handsome boy, you look like my best friend's husband!"

Fu Ruoshi glanced at her with a calm expression and said nothing.

Many programs of Jincheng Radio and Television are sponsored by the Fu family, but he is too lazy to interact with them.

"Ruoshi, don't glare at her." Xu Hui pulled his arm and said to Fan Xiaolin in a friendly manner, "Hello, nice to see you again. Are you here for dinner too?"

Fan Xiaolin got angry when she saw her pretending.

Fu Ruoshi knew that she had problems, but he was still so close to her. Isn't he a despicable person?

"Ahaha, what a coincidence." Fan Xiaolin also pretended to be friendly and said, "Have you seen the news? It's about the incident between Ranguo Media and her mistress."

Xu Hui's heart skipped a beat.

In fact, she was worried when she received Fu Ruoshi's invitation that day, but his words "Why do you care whether she is happy or not" gave her peace of mind.

It seems that he didn't do it.

"I was busy today and didn't check it." Thinking of this, she concealed her guilt and said to Fan Xiaolin, "Which floor do you want to go to? I'll press it for you."

"Hey, Miss Xu," Fan Xiaolin suddenly asked seriously, "Why does this mistress look a bit like the woman who bumped into Zhixia at your art exhibition the other day?"

"How is that possible?" Xu Hui panicked. "Besides, there are so many people at my exhibition, how can I remember them all?"

She subconsciously hid behind Fu Ruoshi.

Fu Ruoshi was looking at the floor number, expressionless and as quiet as a chicken.

"We're here," he finally said, and the elevator opened.

When Wen Zhixia came down from the elevator opposite, she happened to see Xu Hui hiding behind Fu Ruoshi with a pitiful look on her face.