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

Watching Fu Yuehan dragging Wen Zhixia towards the back hall, Fu Ruoshi shook his head, "He's really discerning. He's already got the upper hand over our shopkeeper."

Grandma pressed him, "Have you proposed to Xiaoxia? When do you plan to finalize this?"

Fu Ruoshi said, "The preparations are almost done. When the weather gets warmer next month, I will propose to her in Jincheng."

"Hurry up," Fu Yonglin said, "A girl as good as Zhixia must have many suitors. Be careful, or she might be pursued by someone else."

"That's right, don't be so hesitant," Grandma said. "Don't think you're more competitive than those men. Girls nowadays are better at making money, and they value emotional value. Someone like you who's rich and good-looking isn't popular anymore. You should also provide more emotional value to Xiaoxia."

"Grandma, you really keep up with the trend." Fu Ruoshi was suppressed by his grandmother and looked helpless.

"Don't flatter me, hurry up and propose."

"I know, I know," he said helplessly, "I finally came back, you won't even let me in, right?"

Grandma said, "Yonglin, you two go choose some wine. I'm going to talk to Ailing about something."

Over here, in the tea room.

Fu Yuehan poured tea for Wen Zhixia and took out a gift. "My brother said you like to drink white tea. This is the Baihao Yinzhen tea I stole from my dad. I'm sure you like it!"

"Thank you!" Wen Zhixia took it with surprise, "Thank you for thinking of me."

"We're all family," Yue Han laughed, "Sister-in-law, when will you and my brother get remarried?"

Wen Zhixia said, "The chairman just passed away, and I don't think it's a good time to have a wedding. By the way, what did you ask me to do?"

Yue Han nodded. She took out her cell phone and said mysteriously, "Sister-in-law, can you secretly help me find someone?"

"Advisor?" Wen Zhixia put down her teacup. "What do you mean?"

Fu Yuehan pulled out a photo and said, "Sister-in-law, take a look at this guy. Last week, we had a Chinese Students Association get-together. I got along really well with him, and he looks like my type, but I haven't decided yet whether to date him."

Wen Zhixia took the photo. The man was gentle and polite, wearing glasses. He had regular features and looked like a business elite, but there was obvious desire in his eyes, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Do your brother and the others know?" she asked Fu Yuehan.

"I haven't told them yet," Fu Yuehan said, "I just told you and a close friend of mine. What's the matter? What's your first impression of this person?"

Wen Zhixia looked at the photo and asked, "Do you guys keep in touch often?"

"He's very caring," Fu Yuehan said. "Since we met, he's been texting me good morning at 5.20: every morning without fail. I mentioned someone else's bag was pretty at a party, and he gave me the same one the next day."

Wen Zhixia has no good feelings towards this kind of formalism. Every penny these people pay is included in the overall ledger.

She asked again, "Do you know what their family does?"

Fu Yuehan said, "His family is in the jewelry business in Thailand. I see him traveling all over the place on WeChat Moments every day."

The more Wen Zhixia listened, the more she felt something was wrong. "Can I see his circle of friends?

"Sure," Fu Yuehan handed over the phone, "Be careful, don't give him a like."

Wen Zhixia scrolled down. The man's name was Zhang Jiawei, and his friend list was filled with pictures of him driving luxury cars, skiing, or attending various high-end parties...

"Do you know his parents?" she asked Fu Yuehan.

"I don't know him," Fu Yuehan said, "We've only met three or four times. He always asked me out, and then he said he was out on a business trip. We always contacted each other by phone."

Wen Zhixia then asked, "Then ask him what he's doing. Does he often talk about meeting some famous client somewhere? Does he like to hold his phone upside down when chatting with you?"

"Fuck."

Fu Yuehan was stunned. "Sister-in-law, how did you know? He told me a few days ago that he met a big investor."

Wen Zhixia shook her head, speechless.

This man's behavior reminded her of someone.

Gu Chun.

Before I found out about his infidelity, he was like this. He was either talking to some big shot in the medical field or suddenly disappeared and pretended to be very busy, then came back to criticize me for disturbing him.

Even when they met to chat, his phone would be turned upside down on the table from time to time.

It seems that Yuehan cannot be allowed to fall into this trap.

In order to get a definitive answer, Wen Zhixia calmed down and asked, "Are all these luxury cars in the friend circle his?"

"He said yes," Fu Yuehan said, "When he picked me up before, he always drove a Maybach. As for other cars, I can't ask him unless he tells me."

Wen Zhixia's heart skipped a beat.

In order to pretend he was doing well, Gu Chun rented a G-Class from a car dealership and lied to himself that he had bought it. Later, he said he was short of money and had to sell it...

The more vain a man is, the more likely he is to lie.

"Where does he live?"

"He said he lived in Kensington Mansions," Fu Yuehan said, "that wealthy area in the southwest of the city, but he didn't say the exact address."

Wen Zhixia also knew that place. People from the entertainment industry lived there. They were either big stars or big directors and producers.

Because the powerful people in Jincheng are also divided into different levels, those in the political circle, business circle, and entertainment circle live in different places, and each circle has its own residential area.

It doesn't sound real that this Thai jeweler and the famous director live in the same community.

Moreover, these days many scammers, in order to find fat sheep, will buy a set of disguised materials to study, and then package themselves as young talents, mix into the circle of rich second-generation students studying abroad, and specifically target those who are stupid and have a lot of money.

The more Wen Zhixia thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

She picked up her phone and searched for the property management phone number of Kensington Mansions.

"Hello, I'm the operations manager for Mr. Zhang Jiawei's company," she cleared her throat. "Hello, Mr. Zhang asked me to help him pay the property management fee. How do I do this?"

The operator confirmed, "The head of the household himself?"

Wen Zhixia saw Fu Yuehan nod and said, "Yes, Mr. Zhang Jiawei."

"Sorry, we don't have this family here."

The other party hung up the phone directly.

Eyes facing each other.

The truth came out.

"Fuck!!!"

When Fu Yuehan reacted, his face turned blue with anger.

"This bastard actually lied to me!!! How dare he tell such a big lie! He is so bold!!!" She was furious.

Wen Zhixia said calmly, "People like them are very bold. You'd better check again to see if his Maybach is rented, whether the luxury cars in his circle of friends are actually his, and whether he is actually making jewelry in Thailand."

"Sister-in-law, you're amazing!" Fu Yuehan calmed down and hugged her arm in praise. "If you hadn't tested me like this, I don't know how long I would have been deceived by him. You are really my god! I will do the same next time!"

Every failure is a learning experience...

Wen Zhixia smiled bitterly, "What should we do next? In my opinion, we should just block him and stop getting entangled with such a wicked person."

Fu Yuehan opened the dialog box and deleted Zhang Jiawei.

"But we can't just let it go like this," she slammed the table and said to Wen Zhixia, "Sister-in-law, I'm going to tear him apart myself, please keep it a secret for me!"