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

Seeing Wen Zhixia, Fu Ruoshi took off his headphones with a cold face, "Liu Zhen, don't you want your bonus this month?"

"It's none of his business," Wen Zhixia said, "I came in by myself."

At this time, the employees in the conference room were also sticking their heads out to look around.

"Who is that?"

"So beautiful, such a thin waist!"

"Is it Xu Hui?"

"No, Xu Hui looks more mature than her."

"Is it from a branch office?"

Hearing the employees' whispered praise, Fu Ruoshi felt a little proud, but Wen Zhixia felt embarrassed.

She hurriedly walked around the conference room and headed towards Fu Ruoshi's office.

Fu Ruoshi followed her in and closed the door.

"How did you know I was here?" he asked as he took off his suit. "Who tipped you off? Tell me in secret and I'll give you a million."

"No one told me." Wen Zhixia said calmly, "I found you by my own ability."

As she spoke, she pulled out two divorce agreements from her bag. "I've thought of the grounds for divorce for you. I added two more. They say I have a weird personality and lack communication with you. You're being forced to divorce me. I'm leaving the house with nothing, and you have no responsibility at all."

Fu Ruoshi glanced at her and suddenly sneered, "Wen Zhixia, do you think you've got my personality and temper figured out perfectly?"

"I don't have that ability."

"Then how do we calculate this?" Fu Ruoshi opened the drawer, took out a photo and slapped it on the table, tapping his slender fingers lightly, "How about you add another one, that the woman cheated on her ex during marriage, add it now."

The moment he saw the photo, Wen Zhixia's expression suddenly tensed up.

She picked up the photo, but couldn't hold it tightly. Her hand trembled and the photo fell in front of Fu Ruoshi again.

In the photo, she and Gu Chun were standing face to face.

But from this angle and distance, it looks like a candid shot no matter how you look at it.

"You followed me?" she said, her voice trembling.

Fu Ruoshi looked at the email on his computer and asked, "So what? You won't explain?"

Wen Zhixia felt like she was punched in the heart.

He suspected that he was cheating?

Even if he suspected her of wanting money, he couldn't suspect her of cheating!

During the three years of marriage, she strictly followed the contract, fulfilled her wifely duties and obligations.

She could tolerate the sarcasm towards her by the entire Fu family.

She could tolerate Fu Ruoshi's ability to call her over and dismiss her at will.

Not to mention interacting with the opposite sex, even if it is a male cat, she would rather pick a neutered one first.

She thought that he at least trusted her.

This trust may be his only true love for her.

This sincerity supported her to stay in the Fu family for three years.

Now, this trust turned out to be false.

He has always been wary of himself and even stalked himself.

It felt like something in my heart was completely broken.

Wen Zhixia held back her tears. She was not wrong, she couldn't cry.

Fu Ruoshi felt complicated when he saw her trying hard to hold back her tears.

He took the photo back, tore it in half and threw it in the trash.

"I didn't follow you." He said coldly, "Forget it, no need to explain, just go away."

Wen Zhixia stood still.

"Is this why you're dragging your feet on getting a divorce?" she asked. "You don't want to give him the things you've played with, do you?"

"You're overthinking it." Fu Ruoshi said calmly, "He's not worthy enough to snatch the toy from me."

toy.

Wen Zhixia laughed bitterly.

Yes. He has a lot of toys, and he takes good care of each one of them, but he still treats them as toys.

Wen Zhixia endured it and said, "It's time to replace the toys after three years. Can you give me an approximate time? Let's hurry up and go through the process, otherwise Mom will keep urging me."

"Don't always bring up my mother," Fu Ruoshi said impatiently, "and don't even think about leaving the house empty-handed. I need to draw up a property agreement. Go back and wait."

At this point, Wen Zhixia knew that she actually had no choice.

"What are you still standing there for?" Fu Ruoshi looked at the computer and said bluntly, "I'm going to have a video conference. Do you want to join?"

Wen Zhixia looked at him hesitantly, but ultimately said nothing.

The moment she turned around, Fu Ruoshi raised his head and saw her thin shoulders trembling, feeling a little reluctant.

"Stop." he called to her.

Wen Zhixia hurriedly wiped away her tears, "Do you have any other instructions?"

"Add me back on WeChat." Fu Ruoshi snatched her phone, entered the password to unlock it, and said with ease, "I want to discuss the property agreement with you one-on-one so that we can keep evidence."

After adding the money, he returned to his desk, took out a few tissues and handed them to her. "Why are you crying, ancestor? You're crying when I give you money? Are those tears of happiness?"

Once Wen Zhixia started crying, her tears couldn't be stopped like a faucet.

If someone comforted her, she would cry even harder.

"My dear, please stop crying, okay?" Fu Ruoshi watched her tears falling like pearls, and said in a gentle tone, "I really have to go to a meeting. Why don't you cry until you've finished crying before leaving? Otherwise, if others see a female employee leaving my office crying, they will think I'm doing something bad."

Wen Zhixia raised her hand to wipe away the tears, "No need, I'll go to the bathroom to clean up, I won't cause you any trouble."

"..."

Fu Ruoshi was a little speechless.

Wen Zhixia has always been so sensible.

During the three years of marriage, she had done her utmost to protect all his privacy. Even during the few times she came to the company, she was always secretive and did not cause him any trouble.

Apart from her love of working overtime and not going home, and her bad temper and frequent anger, she can almost be called a perfect wife.

"Call me if you need anything. Otherwise, I'm leaving." Wen Zhixia sniffed and closed the door gently.

Special Assistant Liu passed by her.

"Mr. Fu," Special Assistant Liu said cautiously, "Is Madam okay?"

Fu Ruoshi cleared his throat and asked, "What?"

"It's tomorrow night," Liu Zhen said. "Miss Xu Hui asked you to meet at the Soho Hotel to discuss the exhibition. If you don't go, I'll tell you you're in Hong Kong."

"Go away." Fu Ruoshi said impatiently.

After leaving Zhuorui, Wen Zhixia staggered along the busy financial street.

The place is brightly lit and bustling with traffic, but no one has a close connection with anyone else.

The ringing of her cell phone woke her from her trance.

It’s Director Wu calling.

"director."

"Xiao Xia, why do you have a nasal voice?" Director Wu asked worriedly, "Is there something wrong with your grandfather?"

"No, Director. I'm still recovering from my cold."

Director Wu Heng has always been supportive of her, and Wen Zhixia respects her very much.

"We have a reception scheduled for tomorrow night at the Soho Hotel," Director Wu said. "Come and join us. We have some experts who can provide guidance on your paper on inflammatory responses to burns."

"Okay, thank you Director Wu."

"Soho is a high-end hotel, you should wear something classy." Wu Heng reminded.

Soho is the top business hotel in Jincheng, frequented by politicians and business celebrities. She has never been to such a high-end hotel and does not have clothes for similar occasions.

Wen Zhixia doesn't care about food and clothing. She wears a white coat to work and her clothes are all basic styles. She didn't expect to be disliked.

She doesn't have it, but her best friend does.

Fan Xiaolin is a reporter for the provincial TV station. She often attends various high-end dinners and has a lot of high-end clothes.

[My dear. Borrow some clothes for Soho. I need them tomorrow night. Urgent.]