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

Hearing this, Wen Litao was slightly stunned.

But he soon understood. Yes, his granddaughter has had a strong sense of self-esteem since she was a child and doesn't like to ask for help from others. Asking her to show weakness to others is harder than taking her life.

So Wen Litao asked out his concerns, "Are you going to get a divorce?"

Fu Ruoshi was stunned.

Did Wen Zhixia tell him the truth?

Then the old man was shocked and found out that he had been kept in the dark for so long, and he couldn't bear it anymore?

It seems so.

Even a heart as hard as stone can soften sometimes. Wen Litao's haggard appearance reminded Fu Ruoshi of his grandmother Bai Lan.

When he was a child, Fu Keming and Song Ailing often quarreled. He had nowhere to go and could only hide at his grandmother's house. If he had to say who in the entire Fu family he missed the most, it was not his parents, but his grandmother.

Thinking of this, Fu Ruoshi comforted Wen Litao and said, "Divorce is not the case, but she has her reasons, which is not something I can unilaterally influence."

After hearing this, Wen Litao's eyes lit up slightly, and then he sighed heavily.

He understood Fu Ruoshi's words and heard that he was hinting at the rift between him and Wen Zhixia.

Although he knew that his granddaughter might have suffered more injustice, he was more afraid that after his death, his granddaughter would no longer have anyone to protect her.

"I'm so sorry," Wen Litao said apologetically. "You've been married for three years, and I didn't know anything. My granddaughter has been without parents since she was a child, so she's very opinionated and only reports good news to me, not bad news. I've failed to fulfill my duties as a father-in-law and have caused you trouble."

"I don't ask for your understanding, I just want to apologize to you."

After saying that, he propped himself up and tried to get up, but Fu Ruoshi quickly stopped him.

Wen Zhixia was right at the door. If she saw her grandfather apologizing to her humbly, wouldn’t she strangle herself to death?

In fact, when the elderly are seriously ill, they just want to hear some reassuring words.

Others don't have the ability to speak fluently, but Fu Ruoshi has mastered it to perfection.

"Grandpa, Zhixia and I got married in a hurry and didn't inform you. I was rude. I apologize first."

Fu Ruoshi used his expertise, "Don't worry, even if I divorce her, I won't ignore her."

"If she must go, I can still treat her as a sister."

"With me here, no one dares to bully her."

After hearing this, Wen Litao's reserved and flattering expression finally relaxed.

Although he didn't know how much of Fu Ruoshi's words were true, if he could find even one word that was true, he would die with peace of mind.

"Thank you... It's Zhixia's blessing to meet you."

Wen Litao patted Fu Ruoshi's hand.

His heart knot was untied, he relaxed, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Ruoshi felt unhappy.

He watched the old man gradually fall asleep and walked out of the ward.

Wen Zhixia went up to him and asked, "What did you say to my grandfather? Did you not provoke him?"

"Say something useful." Fu Ruoshi returned to his casual tone. "Effective conversation has miraculous effects."

Wen Zhixia looked inside worriedly.

Wen Litao had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, but his brows were relaxed, without the worry on his face.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, Fu, Mr. Fu?"

At this time, Meng Jia on the side finally couldn't sit still anymore. She had been staring at Fu Ruoshi's big Bottega bag. The moment she heard the word one million, her eyes were about to emit lasers.

"I'm Zhixia's aunt, and this is her uncle," Meng Jia said with a flattering smile, "We both watched Xiaoxia grow up."

"Yes, yes!" Wen Xu also stretched out his hand, "I'm her uncle!"

Fu Ruoshi knew that Wen Zhixia had an uncle and aunt, but seeing that Wen Zhixia never mentioned it, he guessed that the couple must not be very close.

He nodded, then took the bag of money on the chair away from Meng Jia.

If this money falls into the hands of these two people, Wen Zhixia and her grandfather will definitely not get a penny.

"Come out with me." Fu Ruoshi picked up the bag and said to Wen Zhixia, then turned around and walked up the corridor.

Wen Zhixia was already exhausted, but she still tried to catch up with him, walked behind him, and prayed not to be seen by anyone she knew.

From a distance, she saw Fu Ruoshi's gray McLaren parked at the gate of the yard.

There was a guy taking a selfie with his phone in front of his car.

After taking a closer look, Wen Zhixia almost rolled her eyes.

Who is the one taking the bad selfie? It’s Mao Qianqian.

Fu Ruoshi saw it, said nothing, walked calmly behind Mao Qianqian, and patted her on the shoulder suddenly.

Mao Qianqian shuddered and turned around.

The man in front of her had high eyebrows and deep eyes, and there was a hint of cynicism in his gorgeous peach blossom eyes. Looking at her from below, the visual impact of his handsome features was so strong that her heart beat wildly.

Mao Qianqian has lived for twenty-two years, and she has never seen such a handsome man, either in real life or on TV.

"Have you finished filming?" Fu Ruoshi said expressionlessly, "I'm leaving after you finish filming."

"Clap, clap, clap," Mao Qianqian stuttered, "It's done."

Fu Ruoshi opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Mao Qianqian was hesitating and wanted to add him on WeChat when she suddenly heard him shout from behind her, "Wen Zhixia, why don't you get in the car? Don't you want the one million?"

After saying that, he patted his purse full of banknotes, looking like a wealthy tycoon.

? ? ? ? ?

Wen Zhixia had deliberately stood far away, wanting to wait for Mao Qianqian to leave before sneaking past.

Who would have thought that Fu Ruoshi was not shy at all and called her by her name in public.

She wished she could dig a hole in the ground and escape through it!

"Come, come." Wen Zhixia bit her lip in disgust and walked over awkwardly.

She smiled at Mao Qianqian, whose jaw nearly dropped to the floor, and said, "I'm sorry, this guy is my high school classmate, and he has a bad temper."

"Who is your classmate?" Fu Ruoshi said gruffly, "I'm your husband!"

……

Wen Zhixia doesn't want to live anymore.

When it comes to this kind of shameless and unscrupulous ability to speak without restraint, Fu Ruoshi is second to none and no one dares to claim to be the best.

Of course, Fu Ruoshi was not completely crazy. He was moved by Wen Litao's sincerity just now. He promised the old man that he would do what he said.

Since Wen Litao was worried that his granddaughter would be bullied because she had no one to rely on, he would pretend to be her backer and just talk.

After all, the old man is seriously ill and he can't do anything to make the situation worse.

But Wen Zhixia didn't know.

She felt that she had lost all face because of this man.

We are about to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and he is now telling everyone that I am his wife. What does that mean?

At this moment, Mao Qianqian's jaw not only dropped, but her eyeballs were also about to drop out.

She stared blankly at Wen Zhixia, then at Fu Ruoshi.

Is this her old and ugly husband???

I am not dreaming????

Wen Zhixia didn't have time to explain to her. She awkwardly crawled into Fu Ruoshi's passenger seat like a groundhog and urged him, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

She was afraid that if she didn't get on the bus, Fu Ruoshi would use a loud speaker to shout.

A shameless person like him would definitely do such a thing.

Didn’t you realize how shameless he was in high school?

It is true that distance creates beauty.

She was upset and regretted her decision.

However, Fu Ruoshi's shout was not only heard by Mao Qianqian, but also by Wen Xu and Meng Jia, a couple who had chased out from the ward.

The three of them watched Wen Zhixia get into the gleaming sports car and drive away.

"Look at you, you're a loser."

Inside the car, Fu Ruoshi sneered and mocked, "Where do you have the guts to argue with me at home? You're such a bully at home? But you're such a coward as soon as you get out there?"

Wen Zhixia kept silent while he criticized her, fearing that he would get angry and turn back to shout with a loud speaker.

She believed that her biggest shortcoming was her thin skin, and Fu Ruoshi had grasped this point perfectly.

It seems that divorce is inevitable.

It's half past seven now, and the Civil Affairs Bureau is not far from here. Wen Zhixia still has an hour to get a divorce from this man.

"Do you have your ID card?" Wen Zhixia asked. "Turn left in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau."

As soon as these words were spoken, Fu Ruoshi's expression, which had been smug just now, suddenly turned cold.

"Wen Zhixia!" He slammed the steering wheel. "If you don't want to piss your grandfather off to death, don't dwell on this for the next few days!"