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

Wen Zhixia took the phone.

I saw that in the most popular gossip group, the gossip about her had been pushed to the top of the list.

Not only are there some of her personal privacy, but there are even her photos.

Not to mention those who talked about her appearance and stared at her and teased her, there were also people who made fun of her clothes.

[This can't be the future wife, her clothes are so shabby?]

[Her shoes are not cheap, they cost several thousand yuan]

[Is it fake? ]

......

"Sister Zhixia, this must be a premeditated rumor!" Xiaoya said, "Hurry up and tell Mr. Fu to investigate!"

Wen Zhixia looked a little angry, but mostly speechless.

There were many photos in it, and she couldn't remember where they were taken. Many of them were from college in the years before she met Fu Ruoshi.

There were also a few photos that she had posted on her Moments before. Later, there were too many rumors, so she set her Moments to be visible for three days and stopped posting photos.

In other words, those who reply to the post may include people in your circle of friends or contact list, as well as classmates and friends you used to know.

"No, there's no need for them to check," Wen Zhixia shook her head, thinking of this, "I probably already have a range."

Xiaoya perked up immediately after hearing this. "Who is it? Tell me quickly! I'll help you deal with him!"

"I'll tell you when I've done it," she said. "I'm not entirely sure yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone vibrated.

It was a voice call from Fu Ruoshi.

Wen Zhixia had already guessed what he was going to say. After all, the Fu family's ability to influence public opinion was obvious to all.

She took her phone and went to the terrace. "Did you see it too?"

"How do you want to solve it? Tell me." Fu Ruoshi's voice was low and cold, and it was obvious that his anger had reached its limit.

But in front of her, he still endured, "I'll wait for your words."

Just now, someone passed this gossip to him, and the moment he saw it, he almost overturned the table.

Then my first reaction was to call Wen Zhixia.

He knew that she had a strong sense of self-esteem and was very sensitive.

So he was full of worry, fearing that she would be sad and depressed because of this.

He would not bypass her and take the initiative to solve the problem on his own.

Their styles of doing things are slightly different, so he has to respect her ideas.

Hearing Wen Zhixia's silence, he became even more nervous, "Ancestor? Are you okay? Don't, don't get excited, don't get angry, I'll cover for you if anything happens..."

Wen Zhixia watched a few familiar colleagues walk past her before continuing to tell him, "I'm not angry, I was just waiting for someone."

Fu Ruoshi was a little surprised by such a relaxed tone.

Now she is no longer afraid of rumors, and she feels nothing inside, and even finds it a little funny.

"I'm going to inform you too," Wen Zhixia continued to say to Fu Ruoshi, "Don't do anything. Give me three days and I'll find this person."

Fu Ruoshi groaned in dissatisfaction, "Why? Someone bullied my wife, and you asked me to do nothing? You want me to die of anger?"

"Why would I not let you do anything?" Wen Zhixia consoled him. "It's still the same as before. I'll find the person who started the rumor, and you'll reap the rewards. I won't hesitate to decide how to deal with him."

After hearing her say this, Fu Ruoshi's worries were relieved a lot.

Yes, my wife is a deadly sweet girl who was able to catch the professional killer Kuang Ah Si with her own hands. She is no longer the little punching bag she used to be. How can she not deal with a rumormonger?

"Ancestor, what tricks are you thinking of?" Thinking of this, Fu Ruoshi was very curious, "Can't you tell me, your husband first? I want to play with you too."

"Don't worry, I'll take you to play, but not now." Wen Zhixia coaxed him, "I learned this trick from you. Before a cat eats a mouse, doesn't it always play with the mouse?"

Fu Ruoshi liked to be praised, but he also had to pretend that he didn't care. Wen Zhixia had already figured it out.

Sure enough, someone was tickled by her quirky tone, and this unpredictable feeling made him unable to stop.

"When will you take me out to play?" he asked anxiously.

Wen Zhixia would never tell him.

"I'm going to play for a while," she said. "I'm going to a meeting now, so just be good and don't do anything."

Fu Ruoshi sighed roughly, "It's so fucking pathetic to be alive these days..."

He hung up the phone and transferred 100,000 yuan to Wen Zhixia via WeChat.

Note: Rat catching expenses

Over here, in the CBD Zhuorui office.

After seeing Wen Zhixia accept his transfer, Mr. Fu felt a little relieved.

"Mr. Fu, what does your wife say now?" Liu Zhen asked cautiously. "We can immediately find the addresses of everyone in this post and sue the person who wrote it."

Fu Ruoshi gritted his teeth and finally said, "She won't let me interfere! She wants to play by herself!"

After saying that, he lay down on the chair, too angry to speak.

Liu Zhen had never seen a boss who was so decisive and ruthless as to root out the evil completely look so aggrieved.

It's all blessings~

He advised kindly, "It seems that Madam is just like you, she likes to do things by herself. If we are not family, we will not enter the same door."

Special Assistant Liu's emotional value was perfect, and President Fu's anger subsided a little.

But it was this rumor post that made him make another important decision.

Move up the time of the proposal.

Announce your marriage to Wen Zhixia to the world.

In this way, even if the rumormonger cannot be silenced, it can at least stop her from suffering from the groundless accusations.

"Have you decided on the ring?" He looked up and asked Liu Zhen.

"It's ordered," Liu Zhen nodded. "The first one is on the way, and the second one is being produced. We will ensure it can be completed ahead of schedule."

Fu Ruoshi calmed down and said, "I understand. You can go out now."

After Liu Zhen left, Fu Ruoshi's relaxed expression froze again.

His wife didn't let him do it, but he agreed.

But I didn't promise her not to find out who did it!

There is no word "wait" in Mr. Fu's dictionary.

He is the CEO of a technology company and a full-scholarship computer science student at MIT. If he has to wait three days to find out who is cyberbullying his wife, then his time is in vain.

Fu Ruoshi opened the self-developed query system on his computer, then opened the web version of the gossip app and skillfully entered the code into the system.

He quickly analyzed the data keywords of the website and found several posts sent by different mobile phones at the same time. Once the data was linked, the address of the poster appeared before him.

"Mao Feng, this time, you can no longer protect your niece."

There were dark clouds in his eyes as he looked at the computer screen.

The next morning.

Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

When Wen Zhixia entered the office, only Mao Qianqian was inside.

"Good morning," she said in a pretentious tone when she saw Wen Zhixia. "Have you had breakfast? Do you want me to bring it to you?"

Wen Zhixia was indifferent, "Well, I haven't eaten yet. What else is there in the cafeteria?"

"We also have steamed buns, soy milk and milk tea," Mao Qianqian said with feigned enthusiasm, "Would you like some? I'll get them for you."

Wen Zhixia nodded, "Thank you, I want a cup of soy milk."

Seeing Mao Qianqian closing the door and leaving, Wen Zhixia put her fake Chanel on the edge of the table.

That was the location closest to Mao Qianqian.