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

he asked her.

That was Wen Zhixia’s favorite ramen when she was in high school.

However, Fu Ruoshi never eats at street stalls.

When he was in high school, his family's car would park there every day, waiting for him to get out of school.

As long as he got in the car and opened the window, he could see Wen Zhixia sitting alone in the corner by the window, eating noodles. She was very quiet and lonely.

He wanted to be her friend, but soon there was another man around her.

"He's long gone." Wen Zhixia looked out the window with a regretful tone, "He passed away three years ago. I even searched the website for his phone number and called him, but the boss said he had returned to his hometown."

"He's made enough money," Fu Ruoshi continued casually, "What do you think if I invite him to be our family's chef?"

Wen Zhixia smiled bitterly, "Some things, once they're over, won't come back. Even if they do come back, they might not taste the same as they did back then."

Hearing this, Fu Ruoshi felt heavy in his heart.

He kept quiet for a rare moment.

After about ten minutes, the car arrived at the gate of Wen Zhixia's community.

When the car stopped, Fu Ruoshi spoke again:

"Is anyone chasing you?"

Wen Zhixia paused as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"What do you want to say?" She was instinctively alert to this question, afraid that he would make a big fuss about it.

"Nothing," Fu Ruoshi said, looking ahead, his tone still indifferent. "I'm afraid your vision is still as bad as before, and you'll be deceived by a low-class man, get drunk in a bar and be molested. What will you do when I'm not around?"

Wen Zhixia found this ridiculous.

He ignored me for three years after our marriage and treated me like a human doll, hugging me when he was in a good mood and leaving me at home when he got tired of me.

Now that they are facing divorce, he looks reluctant again, as if he is the heartless one.

"none of your business?"

The volcano that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time began to erupt.

Wen Zhixia threw off her seatbelt. "Does it have anything to do with you? Have you ever cared? You can save your drama for outsiders. You don't have to act it out in front of me. I don't want to see it!"

She jumped out of the car, holding back the tears that were about to burst out, and ran into the corridor.

Fu Ruoshi strode into the corridor and grabbed her sleeve.

"Listen to me," he said, his playful expression disappearing. "I know you don't like me, and you haven't been happy these past three years with me. Just make your conditions. I'll satisfy any of them."

Hearing this, Wen Zhixia didn't feel happy at all.

On the contrary, tears as big as beans fell from his eyes instantly.

He knows everything.

He knew she was unhappy, but still left her alone for three years.

He knew she was unhappy, but he was hot and cold towards her, mocking and humiliating her.

Knowing that she was unhappy, he still dragged on and refused to divorce.

He doesn't care at all.

"I don't have any conditions."

Seeing her tears streaming down her face, Fu Ruoshi felt a lump in his throat.

He softened his tone and said, "I'm serious. Every word I say counts. If you're worried, I'll have Liu Zhen print a copy and send it over so I can put my fingerprints on it."

"Do you think I need these?" Wen Zhixia held back her tears, her voice trembling. "In your eyes, I'm vain, frivolous, greedy, and self-indulgent. I'm with you just because I covet your money, your family, and your property, right?"

Fu Ruoshi prided himself on being eloquent, but whenever he faced Wen Zhixia at such a moment, his tongue seemed to be tied and he couldn't utter a word.

"Don't tell me these irrelevant things." He suddenly tugged at his tie irritably. "Fine. Since you don't want to mention it, I'll give you a few options. Choose from A. The villa, B. Zhuorui's shares, C. Shares in any of the group's subsidiaries, D. All my cars."

"I'll transfer these directly to your name, and I can also have someone erase your marriage history. Even if you remarry, no one will know that I was married to you."

"You're so thoughtful."

Wen Zhixia smiled gently, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile.

"Leave the house to your next wife, and give the shares to someone more capable. I don't need a car. I prefer taking the bus."

If she left, she wanted to completely erase this person from her memory and not leave anything related to him.

"no……"

Fu Ruoshi finally lost his usual calmness and composure. "Are you kidding me? Why don't you want anything? Just pick one."

Wen Zhixia knew why he was anxious.

If Master Fu’s woman is kicked out of the house, how will he survive if this gets out?

In the three years of marriage, she compromised too much and endured too much.

This time, she would never compromise.

"Yes. I don't want anything." Wen Zhixia said firmly, "I just want to know when you can go with me to go through the divorce procedure, now, tomorrow, in the morning or in the afternoon."

Fu Ruoshi's panic and helplessness were revealed in his eyes.

He had never been pushed to this point by anyone before.

He changed his tone to a negotiating one, trying to persuade her to take something. "A few days ago, my dad told me that there's a Fuxing Medical under Fu Group, and they're currently short of a Chief Scientific Officer for Surgery. He asked if you could help fill the board seat."

Wen Zhixia had read a paper by Dr. Fu Xing's medical team in a magazine. Frankly speaking, it was a perfect match for her field and the team was very professional.

"Fu Ruoshi," she pointed at her watch and said, "Just now you said that you could satisfy me under any condition. Now five minutes have passed. Does your words still count?"

Seeing her give in, Fu Ruoshi's expression lit up, "Let's count it, of course."

"Okay." Wen Zhixia took a deep breath. "My condition is that you allow me to leave the house. We'll sign the agreement at the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Ruoshi felt like the sky had collapsed.

"Wen Zhixia, are you plotting against me?"

"I didn't," Wen Zhixia said, "You clearly said it yourself."

An immense sense of frustration arose.

In the past, it was always women who had no way to deal with him, but he had never been so helpless with a woman.

In the past, he would dig a hole and wait for others to jump into it, but today he dug a hole himself and jumped into it, and even begged someone to bury him.

Even dogs are not so mean.

An inexplicable desire to win gradually filled Fu Ruoshi's heart.

"Wen Zhixia," he suddenly smiled easily, "What's your impression of Xiao Han, that is, Han Zhuojun?"

"He's a year younger than me, and he's not bad looking. Even though he looks unremarkable, he's actually very reliable. How about I introduce you to him? His grandfather is a military officer..."

With a slap, Wen Zhixia slapped him without waiting for him to finish his words.

"Fu Ruoshi! You bastard!"

Her whole body was shaking, and her already pale face was now even paler and more frightening.

Fu Ruoshi was stunned by her slap.

My cheeks were burning and my ears were buzzing.

He didn't expect Wen Zhixia to react so violently. Being slapped by a woman in public was a great humiliation for the pampered and powerful Master Fu.

He was about to explode, but when he turned around and saw Wen Zhixia's heartbroken expression, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

"Get out of here!"

Wen Zhixia grabbed his collar out of control and pushed him out of the corridor.

"You're giving the woman you're tired of to your brother?"

"Have you ever asked me how I feel?"

"You're so generous!"

"roll!"

Fu Ruoshi was pushed back repeatedly by her, and finally with a thud, his lower back hit the car window.

"pain!"

He gasped.

Wen Zhixia was on the verge of emotional collapse. She had no idea how much strength she had exerted and just wanted to fight this heartless and ungrateful man to the death.

At this time, Fu Ruoshi's collar was torn into pieces by Wen Zhixia, his tie was loose, two buttons fell off, and his clothes were wrinkled by Wen Zhixia.

Although he looked embarrassed, his eyes and brows had regained their usual casualness. No matter how excited Wen Zhixia was, he neither blocked nor dodged. There was even a lazy smile on his face, as if he had turned from a playboy into a down-and-out aristocrat.

"Okay, okay, I'll get out of here."