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

The receptionists on both sides immediately greeted——

"Hello, Mr. Fu, and Ms. Xu."

"good evening."

Fu Ruoshi saw Wen Zhixia and stepped out of the elevator. "Following me?" He smiled casually. "Are you concerned about me, or are you worried about me going out alone?"

When these words were spoken, the waiters on both sides who were welcoming them were dumbfounded.

No one dared to speak, and everyone exchanged glances secretly.

"Is this Mr. Fu's girlfriend?"

"Isn't he secretly married?"

Wen Zhixia didn't expect Fu Ruoshi to ask so directly.

"Yes, I'm worried," she glanced at Xu Hui, "I'm afraid you won't look at the road when you walk, and if you fall, you won't be able to take care of yourself, and you'll have to rely on a woman to take care of you for the rest of your life."

Fu Ruoshi felt very embarrassed to be criticized in public like this.

His face turned cold, "My legs are very good. If I walk fast, most people can't catch up with me."

Wen Zhixia: "Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be prepared for the worst."

Fu Ruoshi: "Are you really hoping for my death?"

Wen Zhixia: "Everyone will die, who knows who will die first."

Fu Ruoshi was so angry that he laughed, "Jincheng is so big, and you are the only one who dares to talk to me like this."

The waiters on both sides were dumbfounded:

Is this gentle girl really Mr. Fu’s wife?

He keeps talking about death. Apart from his wife, who else would dare to talk to him like that?

"Let's go, Old Xu," Fu Ruoshi turned his head expressionlessly towards Xu Hui behind him, "Come in with me for a drink."

Xu Hui readily agreed

Seeing him leaving his wife like this in public, Fan Xiaolin became furious.

"Mr. Fu," she chased after him, "I'm a reporter from Jincheng TV. I have a question. Were you there on the opening day of Qianhui Gallery?"

After these words were spoken, Xu Hui paused.

If she told the waiters about her relationship with Yu Qian, wouldn't they all hear it?

Yu Qian’s affair has spread all over the city, and now everyone knows about it.

She must not get involved in this scandal.

"Thank you for still paying so much attention to our gallery." She pulled Fan Xiaolin closer. "Since we meet by chance today, let's have dinner together. Ruo Shi, is that okay?"

Fu Ruoshi originally came to deal with his father. Upon hearing this, he looked outside and saw Wen Zhixia standing there alone.

"If you don't want to eat, I have no objection."

Wen Zhixia didn't want to eat it at first, but after being stimulated by his words, she felt that it would be a waste not to eat it.

How many times in the world can you have such a pleasant experience of killing your ex-husband with your best friend?

Just eat.

The moment Fu Ruoshi closed the door, Wen Zhixia pulled Fan Xiaolin into his box.

As soon as he entered, Fan Xiaolin started flattering Fu Ruoshi.

"Mr. Fu, I saw you from a distance when your father was interviewed by a TV station before."

"Bosses like you who are both capable and good-looking are extinct."

"I want to buy Zhuorui Technology stocks."

......

Fu Ruoshi ignored her, with a faint smile on his lips, giving people an inexplicable distance.

This is the contempt brought about by money and power. In his eyes, most people are no different from ants.

After the dishes were served, Fan Xiaolin got down to business.

"Have you ever heard of the story called 'The Beacon Fires to Trick the Princes'?" she casually began. "It's about a certain powerful man who risked offending the princes of a region just to win the smile of a beautiful woman."

Wen Zhixia's hand holding the chopsticks froze for a moment.

Fan Xiaolin looked at Fu Ruo and observed his reaction.

Fu Ruoshi's expression remained calm as he leisurely poured himself some tea. "The story of lighting beacons to trick the princes was clearly a fantasy dreamed up by you women."

He played with the teapot in his hand. "Being sentimental is a disease. It's a mental illness that only you women suffer from."

Fan Xiaolin felt that this sentence was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.

However, Wen Zhixia's hands were already twisted together.

She was very familiar with this sentence, because Fu Ruoshi said it in the same tone, "Love is a disease, a mental illness that only women can get."

Whenever he said this in front of her, it still seemed like a mockery to her.

Especially now, when there are outsiders present.

"My stomach is upset." Wen Zhixia didn't want to stay here any longer and lose face, so she pulled Fan Xiaolin up and said, "Enjoy your meal, I'm leaving now."

The moment she stood up, Fu Ruoshi saw her red eyes.

He hesitated for a while, then finally stood up and said to Xu Hui, "Take your time to eat. I'm going to go out for a while. I'll pay for the bill."

"Ruo Shi!" Xu Hui looked at his determined back, with unconcealable resentment in her eyes.

On this side, Wen Zhixia and Fan Xiaolin had just walked out of the hall when they saw Fu Ruoshi chasing after them.

"Can we talk?" He held her.

This was the first time Wen Zhixia saw him look so serious.

"Then you two can chat." Fan Xiaolin made a phone call gesture to her, "I'm upstairs."

As soon as she left, Wen Zhixia left too.

Halfway through the journey, he was stopped by Fu Ruoshi again.

He put away his usual smile and said, "Where are you going? I'll take you there."

Wen Zhixia thought of his harsh words at the dinner table just now, and seeing his serious attitude now, she felt very torn.

She understood that he didn't want to offend the Xu family.

She didn't need him to help her.

But why does he always say such harsh words?

Will he be happy if he hurts her?

"No need." Wen Zhixia hardened her heart, "Let's talk now, I want to go home after that."

Fu Ruoshi said, "You want to talk about divorce now too?"

Wen Zhixia's heart suddenly tightened

Has this moment finally arrived?

She suddenly felt relieved.

"it is good."

She turned around and said, "Then please find a secluded place with me, Mr. Fu, so that we don't embarrass you in public."

Her calmness made Fu Ruoshi feel a little inexplicably uneasy.

A moment later, the valet drove the car to the door. Fu Ruoshi cleared his choked throat and got into the driver's seat.

Wen Zhixia sat quietly in the passenger seat without saying a word. She had clearly found the seat belt, but just couldn't buckle it in for a long time.

Fu Ruoshi leaned over, took the seat belt from her hand, and fastened it securely with a click.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Fu Ruoshi looked up and met Wen Zhixia's gaze.

The moment their eyes met, they both looked away tacitly.

This subtle eye contact seemed to bring us back to three years ago.

That was the first time Wen Zhixia rode in his car.

That night, she was drunk and passed out in the bar, and he happened to be talking to someone in the bar.

Several young men surrounded her and teased her, asking for her WeChat ID.

She refused, and, under the influence of alcohol, fearlessly shouted at the top of her voice, "You little bastard...if you dare to say a dirty word to me again, I will...beat you."

This sentence attracted his attention, and he looked across the crowd and saw the familiar face.

The thug was about to attack her when he was grabbed by the collar and thrown out of the bar.

He took her into the car and wanted to take her home.

After getting in the car, she couldn't find the seat belt for a long time.

He went over to help her tie it, but she hit him hard twice.

"Why did you come here!"

With red eyes, she spoke the first words to him.

To this day, Fu Ruoshi still doesn't know who this "you" refers to.

He never asked.

The second time she rode in his car was on their wedding day.

She didn't notify any relatives or friends, and sat alone next to him, her hands shaking with nervousness, and she couldn't even find her seat belt.

When he was helping her tie the wedding bouquet, he accidentally knocked the bouquet out of her hand.

She bent down to pick them up, tears falling on the scattered petals.

Her crying was always silent. You could only see her tears but never hear her crying out loud.

Fu Ruoshi didn’t know what heartache was, but at that moment, his heart couldn’t help but twitch.

For the next three years, she hardly ever rode in his car because he said he wanted to keep his marriage secret, so she cooperated with him to avoid suspicion.

In fact, he thought about making it public.

Actually, it wouldn’t be bad to spend the rest of my life with her.

"Is the ramen shop at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School still there?"