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

The next afternoon, Fan Xiaolin rushed to Wen Zhixia's community carrying clothes.

"Bao, I don't think so."

In the bedroom, Wen Zhixia was wearing the Barbie pink tube top brought by Fan Xiaolin, looking like a younger sister being caught wearing her older sister's clothes.

Fan Xiaolin is bright and sexy, and her clothes are all in bold and individual colors, which is obviously not the style of a Chinese classical beauty like Wen Zhixia.

Wen Zhixia took off her skirt and asked, "Don't you have any more conservative clothes?"

Fan Xiaolin was puzzled. "You've been with Master Fu for more than three years, and he hasn't been willing to buy you any clothes?"

After she finished speaking, she carefully rummaged through the wardrobe with an attitude of verification.

"Oh my god, what a beautiful dress!" Fan Xiaolin exclaimed as she opened a gift box. "My dear, you hid it so well!"

The skirt was carefully packed in a gift box, neatly folded, and had a faint fragrance.

The design and tailoring are generous and elegant, with blue-green ink-splashed floral patterns scattered around. It is so light that it is almost weightless, and it is estimated to cost at least five figures.

When Wen Zhixia saw this skirt, complex emotions flashed in her eyes.

"You bought it yourself?" Fan Xiaolin was incredulous. "When did you start liking such an expensive dress?"

"Is it expensive?" Wen Zhixia avoided looking at him. "About how much?"

Fan Xiaolin held out her hand. "At least six figures. I've never seen this material before. It's impossible that you bought it, right?"

Wen Zhixia lowered her eyelashes.

The memories of the dress were so unpleasant that she never wore it.

She had just been married to Fu Ruoshi for a short time, and that day was her birthday.

It was the dead of night and he didn't know which country he flew back from.

It was still raining heavily, and she ran barefoot to open the door for him.

He didn't have an umbrella, and his suit and shirt were soaked. He looked like he had drunk a lot of alcohol and was drunk, unable to stand steadily.

As soon as he entered the room, he fell into her arms, "Happy birthday, wife."

He handed her the gift.

The clock struck midnight at just the right moment.

Wen Zhixia burst into tears at that moment.

She hasn't celebrated her birthday since her parents passed away.

This was her first birthday in more than ten years.

She was particularly happy that night and made him a midnight snack and brought it to the study.

Just as she reached the door, she heard words she never wanted to hear in her life -

"They judge people by appearance. Seeing how I look, they assume I'm a playboy and can't build a career."

Fu Ruoshi was on the phone, his voice still drunken. "That look of distrust from Chairman Huayuan was almost enough to say you were the Sea King. I wanted to slash my face with a knife."

"Wen Zhixia doesn't dare to control me, so I just say some nice things to coax her, buy some things, and talk to her."

"Because she has no parents and no family to rely on me for support, I can definitely make money by being with her, and there's no need for divorce."

"What do you mean by love or not? Love is a mental illness that only you women can get."

"I am a healthy man and I need a woman too."

"She's really helped my career."

......

Wen Zhixia listened to these words in a daze, shaking uncontrollably all over.

Be obedient and you will have fewer problems.

Need a woman.

Prosper my career.

Guaranteed profit without loss.

OK......

Unexpectedly, he calculated it so clearly.

Wen Zhixia's heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cave. These words were like extremely cold knives, twisting her again and again until she was torn into pieces.

She had long known that people like Fu Ruoshi only loved herself.

He needs a cover, a cover that allows him to roam freely in the mall without restricting or controlling him.

I am just an option after he weighs the pros and cons.

Wen Zhixia rushed into the house out of control, picked up the freshly made Tremella soup, and splashed it all over Fu Ruoshi's face.

“I will never wear this dress again!!!”

She left crying.

"He's such a jerk, why hasn't he been beaten to death yet?" Fan Xiaolin pounded the bed in anger. "What's so great about being handsome? How about we spend some money and hire someone to scratch his face? Let's see if he still looks so arrogant!"

Wen Zhixia hesitated, "But, isn't this illegal...?"

Fan Xiaolin held her chin in her hand and said, "Hmm...yes, let me think about it again."

"Um......"

The two stared at each other.

"But to be honest, this skirt is really beautiful," Fan Xiaolin held the skirt in front of Wen Zhixia again, "This is a custom design, you can't buy it with money. Maybe he put a lot of thought into it. Anyway, you must wear it."

Did he put much thought into it?

Wen Zhixia was moved again. She took the skirt and gently stroked it in her hands.

The material is light and soft, bringing her a rare coolness in the hot summer.

Forget it, I won’t be caught if I wear it secretly once.

-

As night falls, the cross-sea avenue is brightly lit.

The black Maybach sped through the lights and headed towards a western-style building on the beach.

Soho is located in the Jincheng Sea View Villa District, with luxury cars gathered at the doorstep.

A group of well-dressed men and women gathered at the door, watching the sea and chatting, having a great time.

"Beautiful lady. I'm a street photographer. Can I take a picture of you?"

A photographer holding a camera stopped a beautiful woman with long wavy hair.

"Dude, don't you know her?" the man next to him introduced, "She's Hui Huizi, the manager of Qianhui Gallery. She has 100,000 followers."

Xu Hui approached the pose and said, "It's okay, go ahead and take the photo. Remember to help me edit it."

When Wen Zhixia arrived at Suhao, he happened to see a few familiar-looking brothers chatting at the door.

Seeing her getting out of the car in a long dress, the boy was obviously stunned.

Wen Zhixia was instantly surrounded by his fellow disciples.

Hearing the noise, even the photographer who was taking pictures of Xu Hui saw Wen Zhixia and his attention was attracted by her.

Why is she here?

Seeing that everyone's eyes were looking at Wen Zhixia, Xu Hui, who had been the focus of the audience just now, suddenly looked gloomy.

Three years ago, the marriage between the Xu family and the Fu family fell through because of Wen Zhixia, and Xu Hui held a grudge against her.

She grew up with Fu Ruoshi. Relying on their influence in local institutions, the Xu family had provided a lot of help to the Fu family during times of crisis.

No matter how you look at it, they are a combination of the best quality.

As a result, Fu Ruoshi married a nobody overnight, which made her lose face in front of her friends.

"Oh my goodness. Enemies often cross paths."

Xu Hui turned around and saw a Maserati.

Han Zhuojun got out of the car and walked around to Xu Hui. "I heard they're getting divorced soon. When Ruoshi comes, you can have a good chat with him."

Xu Hui hummed unwillingly.

On the other hand, Wen Zhixia's dress received a lot of praise.

"Zhizhi, you are so beautiful, I didn't recognize you!"

"No, no, clothes make the man!"

Wearing the skirt given by Fu Ruoshi, she now feels weird, as if she is guilty of a thief.

Fortunately, Fu Ruoshi was not there. If he had seen her, she would really have dug a hole in the ground and crawled into it.

"Zhixia is the woman that Senior Brother Gu has his eyes on. My brother is famous for his high standards."

Wen Zhixia was stunned.

I actually met Gu Chun’s classmates here.

Gu Chun was admitted to the medical school in the neighboring province. Now, Jincheng has developed better in recent years, and many graduates have returned here.

"Zhixia, I heard him mention you last time."

"Or, call him over!!"

Gu Chun is very good at managing interpersonal relationships and has always had a high reputation among his classmates.

"Goodbye." Wen Zhixia changed the subject. "Director Wu said that the academicians have arrived. Let's go in."

As soon as I entered the medical school, the Maybach stopped at the door.

Fu Ruoshi got out of the car wearing a casual shirt. His clothes fluttered in the sea breeze, making him look casual and unrestrained, and extremely eye-catching.

“Ruo Shi!”

Xu Hui excitedly trotted over and took Fu Ruoshi's arm, "You really came!"

As soon as she hugged his arm, Xu Hui saw the wedding ring on his ring finger.

Her face suddenly froze.

"Surprised? Unexpected?" Fu Ruoshi smiled and gently pulled his hand out of her arm.

Tonight, Xu Hui invited all her childhood friends from the same circle. When they saw Fu Ruo, they were amazed:

After Fu Ruoshi got married, he kept a considerable distance from Xu Hui.

This time he actually came specially.

Is it possible that he really wants a divorce?

"Surprise, such a surprise," Xu Hui leaned on Fu Ruoshi like a little woman and walked into the club with him.

"By the way, Ruoshi," she asked with a hint of meaning after entering the hall, "Why didn't Zhixia come?"

"She's busy." Fu Ruoshi said nonchalantly.

Xu Hui asked, "What are you busy with?"

"Busy punching holes in cookies."

Xu Hui didn't catch his joke and could only say in a coquettish voice, "Ruo Shi, I don't understand what you are saying now."

Fu Ruoshi was dealing with it in a disjointed manner when he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

His eyes were shocked and he instantly became several meters away from Xu Hui.