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

Fu Ruoshi panicked when he heard this.

After all, once you have lost something, you will know the taste of it better.

Thinking back to last night, he would be worried sick if we didn't touch each other for even half a month, let alone half a month.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it." Fu Ruoshi quickly slapped himself on the mouth a few times, "Then is it okay tonight?"

As a result, Mr. Fu was kicked out of the house by Wen Zhixia before he could even finish his breakfast.

"Aren't you flying to New York this afternoon?" Wen Zhixia pushed him out the door and threw his suit at him. "Work hard! Be careful not to overindulge and harm your body!"

After saying that, she slammed the door shut.

Fu Ruoshi caught the suit she threw to him with a happy look on his face.

"See you this weekend, honey," he casually put his suit on his shoulders, "Wait for me."

One week later in the afternoon.

Although Fu Ruoshi later deleted all official announcements on the Internet, the news of Wen Zhixia and Fu's engagement still spread in small circles.

During lunch break, she received many text messages from classmates and friends whom she hadn't contacted for a long time, all asking about her marriage.

Wen Zhixia was very surprised. Fu Ruoshi didn't mention her name in the news at that time, and it was quickly removed. How did these people who had nothing to do with her know about it?

As I was thinking, a strange phone call came in.

Wen Zhixia thought it was an insurance salesperson, so she hung up. The other party called again. After two repetitions, she finally picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

A man's voice, "Hey, Zhi, Zhixia..."

Hearing the timid tone, Wen Zhixia was shocked.

It turned out to be her uncle, Wen Xu, whom she hadn't contacted for a long time.

"What's wrong?" After confirming it was Wen Xu, Wen Zhixia asked cautiously, "Were you the one who spread the news that I was getting married?"

"No," Wen Xu laughed awkwardly, "Zhixia, are you free after get off work tonight? Your aunt and I want to treat you to a meal, you..."

"I've been very busy lately," Wen Zhixia said coldly, "If you have anything to say, just talk on the phone."

Wen Xu was about to speak when his phone was snatched away.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Jia's voice appeared in the receiver.

"Xiao Xia, it's like this," she said bluntly, "My previous workplace was recently undergoing a restructuring, and I was... laid off."

Meng Jia works as a teacher in a kindergarten. Now the kindergarten is short of students, so naturally they have started to lay off staff.

"Xiao Xia, I admit that we didn't take good care of you before." Seeing Wen Zhixia remained silent, Meng Jia continued, "The economy is bad now, and Zihan still has to attend various tutoring classes... Can you ask President Fu to find me a position in their group?"

Wen Zhixia is not a cold person.

However, based on her understanding of her uncle and aunt's family, people like Meng Jia, who are ambitious but lack the skills and only want to get something for nothing, will be optimized wherever they go unless they have a good background.

"Fu's has a dedicated recruitment page and is planning to hire someone soon," Wen Zhixia said, thinking of this. "You can find their HR email address and send your resume. If you meet the requirements, they will invite you for an interview. That's all I know; I can't make any other decisions."

"Hey, why can't you make the decision?" Meng Jia said anxiously, "Xiao Xia, you are now the boss lady of Fu Corporation. Your husband has even sent out the wedding announcement, and it's all over the place. He loves you to death! He would give you his heart if you wanted it, so what's wrong with asking for a position from your aunt?"

Wen Zhixia said calmly, "But I'm not an employee of the Fu Group. I have no right to give orders. If you want to join Fu Group, go submit your resume and get an interview. That's it. Goodbye."

She hung up the phone, muted it, and went to the clinic.

This way, Wen Xu's house.

"You're talking about a heartless person," Meng Jia complained to Wen Xu, "She's really forgotten her roots after marrying a rich man. She even dared to hang up on her elders' phone without even saying hello!"

Wen Xu said, "Perhaps, she really has no say. Perhaps Fu Ruoshi isn't that kind to her? Why don't you try to vote for another company?"

"What's the use of you!" Meng Jia said, "Your wife lost her job, and you didn't even bother to find one for me. If this continues, Zi Han won't be able to afford violin lessons next month!"

Wen Xu sighed and said, "I'm not saying anything bad about you, but Zi Han isn't cut out for music. He can't even sing tune-deaf. Why did you insist on giving him violin lessons?"

"Am I teaching him violin? Do you know who those people who learn violin are?" Meng Jia argued, "They're all rich people! Children from wealthy families! Our son will enter the upper class in the future, and I want him to understand that circle in advance! Otherwise, he won't have anything in common to talk to when he chases after rich girls!"

"You're thinking too far ahead," Wen Xu said helplessly, "We're not a wealthy family, isn't it enough for us to just live our lives to the fullest?"

"You're useless! You've been doing your job so well, and our family can barely make ends meet!" Meng Jia pointed at Wen Xu's face. "Look at your brother! He raised his daughter to marry into a wealthy family! I'm now learning from him and training our Zihan to be the son-in-law of a wealthy family!"

"Don't always compare yourself with others," Wen Xu said. "My elder brother and his wife risked their lives to ensure Xiao Xia's prosperity and wealth. Can you risk your life to ensure Zi Han can marry into a wealthy family?"

"I don't care!" Meng Jia was even more angry at his cowardly look. "Tomorrow morning, you come with me to the Fu Building. After all, I'm now the president's wife's family member. I don't believe I can't have a word with my son-in-law! I don't believe he can do anything to me!"

Early Saturday morning.

An international flight from New York slowly landed at Jincheng Airport.

Fu Ruoshi had a night's sleep and was full of energy. He went straight to the Fu Group building as soon as he got off the plane.

"By the way, Mr. Fu," Liu Zhen reported from the driver's seat, handing over the materials. "All the land in our manor has been renovated. Some of it is now planted with tulips and hydrangeas, some has a fish pond, and the greenhouse is reserved for my wife to grow succulents. Do you think we need to add any special flowers, plants, or animals?"

Fu Ruoshi had promised before that he would renovate the villa that once brought bad memories to Wen Zhixia, and when spring came and flowers bloomed and birds sang, he would come to pick her up to live with her.

It’s spring now and the villa is almost ready.

"She also likes roses and camellias," Fu Ruoshi said. "Also, she's afraid of mice. I don't want to put my hamster in the greenhouse, I'll put it in the lounge."

"Okay Mr. Fu."

Fu Ruoshi looked at the sunrise outside the window, full of anticipation for her married life.

There is less than half a month left until the public proposal.

Thinking of his previous proposal plan, Fu Ruoshi sent a WeChat message to Wen Zhixia: [Are you free tonight? The flowers in the manor are blooming. Come stay over this weekend.]