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

What a loud tone.

Fu Ruoshi tapped his forehead irritably.

It’s one thing that she can’t afford to pay back the money with her meager salary, but the key is that she can’t even get a single room in the hospital.

For Fu Ruoshi, this was just a matter of a phone call. Not long after he left Wen Zhixia's house in the morning, he asked Liu Zhen to ask someone to do it, and it was done in a short while.

On this side, Wen Zhixia came back from a busy period, but still did not receive any reply from Fu Ruoshi.

She went to the next building to check on Wen Litao's condition. The old man was in better condition and was still sleeping. He would be transferred to a single room tomorrow.

Wen Zhixia gave Cao Yan some instructions about the old man's diet and daily life, then left.

When she reached the corridor, she directly found Fu Ruoshi's bank card number and transferred 50,000 yuan to him.

She didn't want to owe him anything.

Just as I was about to walk towards the department, I saw Mao Qianqian standing in the corridor, chatting with Sun Minghao.

Wen Zhixia didn't want to meet them and was about to go around them, but she heard Mao Qianqian say:

"If Fu Ruoshi is really her husband, why did she lie to us and say that her husband is old and ugly?"

Wen Zhixia's brows twitched and she slowed down her pace.

Sun Minghao only said, "I heard from others that she might be Fu Ruoshi's mistress."

This other person is Gu Chun.

After Mao Qianqian saw Wen Zhixia get into Fu Ruoshi's car in the morning, she kept asking about their relationship.

A few people with nothing to do got together and started a tea party.

However, just like before, after their analysis, all they got were scattered rumors, no solid evidence.

This is also in line with the mysterious and closed nature of the powerful circle.

Another male orthopedic doctor said, "I've heard rumors before that Fu Ruoshi has several girlfriends, one at home and several outside. Maybe Wen Zhixia is his girlfriend outside?"

"That's right," Mao Xixi said, "He's so handsome! How could he be a good guy?"

For the first time, Wen Zhixia agreed with Mao Qianqian's point of view.

Sun Minghao continued, "Then Wen Zhixia will be the third one?"

The male doctor said, "It might not even be three, right? Maybe it's five, six, or seven? I really envy these rich young men. If I were rich, I would also find a bunch of mistresses."

Mao Qianqian said, "I guess so. How could the Fu family marry an ordinary person as a daughter-in-law? In the upper class, marriages are all about business, maximizing profits."

Sun Minghao said, "In short, let's not offend her and maintain a superficial harmony."

Wen Zhixia didn't feel angry when she heard her eloquent and logical analysis. She just found it very funny and admired their wild imagination.

From the first day she entered the department, there have been all kinds of rumors about who her husband is.

She didn't bother to explain.

She walked around the corridor and got into the elevator, intending to go home and rest early.

She was so exhausted these past few days that her willpower was on the verge of collapse.

Back in the office, she had just finished packing and stood up when she saw Mao Qianqian knocking on the door and coming in.

"Sister Zhixia?" She grinned, a fake smile on her face. "Are you busy?"

Wen Zhixia felt inexplicably nauseous when she saw her smiling face.

"what's up?"

Mao Qianqian came in with a smile and pretended to be polite, saying, "Sister Zhixia, our department is going to be rated soon, and there are requirements for papers. I haven't published a single paper, so my uncle asked me to ask you for advice."

If she really wanted to ask for advice, she wouldn't have brought up the vice-president.

"What topic?" Wen Zhixia asked, "Tell me your ideas and I'll help you sort them out."

Mao Qianqian hadn't chosen a topic at all, and she didn't understand it either. She originally wanted to ask her uncle to hire someone to write it for her, but Vice President Mao was afraid that she wouldn't pass the defense, so he repeatedly told her to write it herself, otherwise it would be difficult for him to find a backdoor.

"Sister Zhixia, could you please send me a few of your previous articles?" Mao Qianqian said, "I'd like to learn from them."

Wen Zhixia's most recent paper was on wound plastic repair, but the data was incomplete, so she found a few previous papers on her computer and sent them to Mao Qianqian's WeChat.

"Sister Zhixia, you're such a nice person," Mao Qianqian said after receiving it. "No wonder everyone likes you."

Wen Zhixia didn't want to say more to her, so she just hummed and left with her bag.

"Why are you pretending?" Mao Qianqian's face darkened as she left. "She's just a mistress."

After saying that, she sent Wen Zhixia's paper to a ghostwriting group and typed, "Please sort out these articles and then write a proposal for me."

The moon sets and the sun rises.

A plane lands at New York's JFK Airport.

As soon as Fu Ruoshi landed, he received a transfer message from Wen Zhixia.

[Your account ending in xxx has been credited]

His face darkened, and then he received a WeChat message from Wen Zhixia: [I will pay you half first, and I will pay you the rest in installments]

? ? ? ?

Fu Ruoshi was almost having a heart attack from anger.

Just a few hundred thousand! You still want to argue with me!

You know that you won’t receive the money transferred via WeChat, so you just transfer it directly to your bank card, right?

How much money is in her card? If she transfers this money to herself, will she be left with nothing?

good good!

She is noble! She is amazing!

Fu Ruoshi transferred the money back to Wen Zhixia without saying a word.

Only Mr. Fu forced others to collect money, and there was no reason for others to force him to collect money!

Collect it for me!

As soon as Wen Zhixia got up, she received a text message from Fu Ruoshi about the transfer.

He also sent her a message, threatening: [Don’t forward it back to me]

[I've made too many international transfers. If the bank accuses me of money laundering, you'll be the culprit.]

Wen Zhixia felt that this person sometimes did have a childish temper.

It's so helpless.

She didn't know much about cross-border money transfers and was afraid that he would become a money launderer, so she believed him for the time being and prepared to wait for him to come back and directly withdraw cash to give to him.

A week later, in the morning.

Wen Zhixia had just finished her night shift and came to the inpatient department to have breakfast with Wen Litao.

In the past few days, Wen Litao rested well and ate well in the single ward. He also accompanied the patient wholeheartedly and became visibly more energetic.

Only at times like this would Wen Zhixia sigh from the bottom of her heart: It’s so good to be rich.

"Master, how are you feeling?" Wen Zhixia asked him, "We know several doctors here. If you have any requests, just tell me. They are all very enthusiastic."

It's more than just enthusiasm.

The news that Fu Ruoshi came to the hospital to give money has gradually spread.

Many people passing by the old man's ward would say, "This is where the man in the sports car brought the sack of money."

Wen Xu and Meng Jia came twice in the middle, but Wen Zhixia told them not to let them see their grandfather recently, so she didn't let them in because she was accompanying her elder sister.

Wen Litao had never received such treatment in his life. He was flattered and wanted to be transferred to the general ward several times, but was stopped by Wen Zhixia.

"Good boy, we have to pay them back for the money," Wen Litao said. "We can't just take their things for free."

Wen Zhixia reassured him, "I won't owe anyone a favor, I will definitely pay him back."

Hearing the resolute tone in her voice, Wen Litao became a little worried.

Wanting to test the couple's feelings, Wen Litao said cautiously, "Good girl," "When you were not here that day, Xiao Fu told me that it didn't matter if you divorced, he would treat you as his own sister."

"ah????"

Wen Zhixia almost jumped up in anger.