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

"He," Wen Zhixia said with an embarrassed expression, "He's busy."

Wen Xu and Meng Jia looked at each other.

Xiao Fu? Who? Never heard of him.

Wen Zhixia’s boyfriend?

"I know he's busy," Wen Litao coughed twice and said firmly, "I'm almost dead. I just want to say three words to him. Please ask him to come over."

Wen Zhixia didn't dare to disobey him again, for fear of irritating him again.

"it is good."

At this time, Fu Ruoshi was holding a conference call with the company head in the United States.

He was just about to confirm with them that he would return to the United States this afternoon to arrange the connection of several new projects. Just as he mentioned the time he was going to buy his flight, he received a call from Wen Zhixia.

So anxious to divorce? Fu Ruoshi looked at the time in shock. It was five forty in the morning.

Is she mistaken?

He didn't answer, ignored it, and continued with the conference call.

But the phone still persisted and vibrated every once in a while.

Fu Ruoshi was so annoyed that he muted his phone and put it upside down on the table.

After a few seconds, he couldn't help but be curious and wanted to open his phone again.

As expected, Wen Zhixia was still fighting.

Is this crazy? Fu Ruoshi was furious and flipped through Wen Zhixia's chat interface, wanting to block her.

When he flipped through it, he saw the text sent by Wen Zhixia:

[Are you up yet? My grandpa was in a coma in the hospital last night. He wants to see you now.]

Fifteen minutes later.

Wen Zhixia called Fu Ruoshi more than a dozen times. She had never called him so many times in her life.

He never sleeps quietly and is a very light sleeper, so it's impossible that he didn't hear it.

Maybe he doesn't want to come.

Wen Zhixia sighed. After all, she had agreed to get a divorce that morning. Now, perhaps in his eyes, this kind of excuse was an excuse for her to go back on her word because she couldn't bear to give up her wealth and glory.

Forget it.

She was about to return to the ward when suddenly, hurried footsteps accompanied by a cold fragrance came from the front.

Wen Zhixia looked up and saw the man in a black windbreaker. He was tall and slender, with a handsome and deep face. He was looking for something with a slightly anxious look, and after seeing her, his anxiety gradually subsided.

Fu Ruoshi strode towards Wen Zhixia, carrying a huge Bottega luggage bag in his hand, which looked very heavy.

Wen Zhixia stood up in surprise, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.

She thought he wouldn't come and didn't want to come.

But he still came, less than half an hour after she made the call, without asking anything, without saying anything, just coming alone.

"How are the people?" Fu Ruoshi's breath was still unsteady. He had been speeding along in his sports car and had forgotten how to write the word "speed limit".

"Asleep." Wen Zhixia said in a low voice.

Fu Ruoshi looked down at Wen Zhixia. Her eyes were red and a blanket was draped over her thin shoulders. She seemed to have lost weight overnight.

He threw the Bottega bag onto the chair with a bang, which startled Wen Zhixia.

"Wait until he wakes up."

After Fu Ruoshi finished speaking, he sat down, closed his eyes, leaned his head back in the chair, and rubbed his neck.

Even sitting so quietly and low-key, he still caught people's attention.

At this moment, the ones who were more shocked than Wen Zhixia were her uncle and aunt.

The moment they saw Fu Ruoshi, Wen Xu and Meng Jia's breathing stopped.

Before this, they had only heard from Wen Litao how good Zhixia's boyfriend was and how his biggest shortcoming was that he was too handsome. At the time, the two thought that the old man must be bragging.

Now that they saw the real person, they felt that what the old man said was still a bit conservative.

This little Zhixia is really good at hiding.

The couple looked at each other, but were intimidated by Fu Ruoshi's aura and did not dare to speak to him immediately.

"Are you going on a business trip?" Wen Zhixia asked, looking at Fu Ruoshi's big bag.

Fu Ruoshi hummed, "In the evening."

"Let me call grandpa for you." Wen Zhixia stood up and went to the ward.

Fu Ruoshi stood up and followed her, and her Bottega bag hit the door with a loud bang.

Wen Zhixia had been looking at his bag and felt it was very strange because it was too big. She had never seen him use it before and had no idea what was in it. It was so heavy.

So she couldn't help but ask, "What's in this?"

"money."

Fu Ruoshi made no secret of it, "One million, just to buy some fruit for your grandfather."

He came in a hurry and had no time to withdraw money, so he took out the US dollars from the safe at home.

Wen Zhixia was stunned on the spot.

Is he sick? He is indeed!

In fact, Fu Ruoshi firmly believes in one thing: in certain life-and-death moments, no words of comfort will be of any use.

Giving money, a sack of money, is the best placebo.

Hearing this, Wen Xu and Meng Jia were also dumbfounded.

This is my nephew-in-law!

Wen Zhixia knew what they were thinking by looking at their expressions.

But she had to admit that someone had indeed tricked her.

So he temporarily suppressed the shock in his heart and called out softly, "Grandpa?"

Wen Litao hummed and slowly opened his eyes.

"Xiao Fu?" he began, then apologized, "Oh, Fu, Mr. Fu."

Fu Ruoshi walked to the bed, leaned over, and whispered to Wen Litao, "Old man, you have suffered."

Hearing these words, Wen Zhixia's eyes were blurred with tears again.

"It's great that you're here. It's great." Wen Litao stretched out his old hand and held Fu Ruoshi's arm. "Thank you."

After that, he said to Wen Zhixia and Wen Xu, "I'm going to talk to him, you guys go out."

Wen Zhixia looked at her grandfather awkwardly, and seeing his determined eyes, she hesitated for a moment, but decided to leave.

But she knew what her grandfather would say, so she whispered in Fu Ruoshi's ear, "Just listen to it, don't take it seriously, and don't say harsh words to provoke him."

Fu Ruoshi raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

After everyone left, Wen Litao mustered up his courage and cautiously said to Fu Ruoshi, "Mr. Fu, did our Xiaoxia make you angry?"

Seeing the old man so humble, Fu Ruoshi guessed what he would say.

Despite this, he still felt inexplicably blocked in his heart.

"No," he said, his expression as calm as water. "What are you talking about?"

Wen Litao sighed meaningfully.

"My son and daughter-in-law are both upright and strong-willed," he said weakly. "Guaiguai inherited this from them, so she's not very tactful and easily offends people. If she treats you badly, I'll apologize first, but she has good intentions."

Fu Ruoshi expressed his strong agreement in his heart.

But he still listened to the old man in silence without interrupting.

"She's too strong-willed, too determined," Wen Litao continued. "If my son were still alive, it wouldn't matter how strong she is, but they're gone now, and I don't have much time left. Guaiguai is such a stubborn person, she refuses to give in or compromise. If she offends someone bad and follows in her parents' footsteps, with no one to protect her, I..."

As he spoke, he became emotional and began to cough violently.

Wen Zhixia heard a cough outside, stood up worriedly and looked inside, only to see Fu Ruoshi patting his grandfather's back.

He showed rare patience, lowered his head and said something to the old man, quickly calming the grandfather's emotions.

"I know, don't worry." Fu Ruoshi heard the meaning of entrusting his granddaughter to him in his words, "If your granddaughter has any difficulties, I will help her solve them if I can speak with her. It's not a difficult matter, you can rest assured and recuperate."

Wen Litao was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Fu Ruoshi changed the subject, "The prerequisite is that she wants me to help. If she doesn't tell me anything, I can't help her even if I want to."