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

After hearing these words, Fu Ruoshi was stunned for a long time.

He had to admit that he had expected this moment from the moment he saw Wen Litao's body.

The hanging sword finally fell down.

"..."

Just as he was about to give some reasons, Wen Zhixia spoke again, "That day, Xu Hui went to the hospital."

Xu Hui? Fu Ruoshi's brows furrowed.

Wen Zhixia endured the heartache and continued, "Sister Cao told me that grandpa's condition has been bad since she left."

A hint of cruelty flashed in Fu Ruoshi's eyes.

So that day, she was the one who hung up the phone and turned off her cell phone.

She turned off her phone, threw it under the seat, and made it look like she had accidentally left it behind.

Before that, Grandpa looked bad that night, and it turned out that he was provoked by Xu Hui.

It turned out to be the case.

Fu Ruoshi figured out the whole story, and his heart suddenly became turbulent.

For Wen Zhixia, Xu Hui's action was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

For Fu Ruoshi, it was like riding on his face and stroking the tiger's beard.

Fu Ruoshi's eyes were filled with murderous intent, but it subsided the moment his eyes met Wen Zhixia's.

"I don't want to blame anyone," Wen Zhixia's voice was filled with deep fatigue. "I'm telling you this so you know, don't get stuck in meaningless entanglements. Our marriage is a mistake. As long as we're together, your family, the Xu family, the Zhang family, and the Wang family will do everything they can to separate us. Your only choice is to break up with me, and you'll definitely be able to find a more satisfactory replacement than me."

Looking at her calm expression, Fu Ruoshi said unwillingly, "I can help you deal with those people. If you hate Xu Hui, I can expose her ghostwriting and make her as disgraced as Yu Qian."

It turned out that he knew Xu Hui was the ghostwriter. Wen Zhixia was a little surprised.

"But if there's no Xu Hui, there's still Zhang Hui, Wang Hui, and Li Hui," she smiled helplessly. "You're the sophisticated and selfish Fu Ruoshi. You only do things that benefit yourself. Openly offending the Xu family would hurt both yourself and the enemy a thousand times. You won't do it."

She spoke too bluntly, revealing Fu Ruoshi's inner calculations.

Fu Ruoshi was speechless. He looked embarrassed and had no answer.

"If I have to suffer a thousand losses, I'll suffer a thousand losses," he said disdainfully after a moment, "At worst, I can start over again. I really can do it. Why don't you believe me?"

Wen Zhixia looked at him, "But what I want is a happy and stable marriage. I don't want to live a life of flattery and deception all day long."

"Then I'll take you to America," Fu Ruoshi said. "We'll settle down there and never come back."

"Fu Ruoshi, don't bring those business tricks home. Don't tell lies that can't be fulfilled just to win cooperation." Wen Zhixia saw through it and said, "Let's end it. Tomorrow morning, bring your ID and we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the formalities. Then come back with me and take the money you left at my house. I don't want anything."

Fu Ruoshi felt like a blank sheet of paper in front of Wen Zhixia. She saw through him so thoroughly that he had no place to hide the darkness in his heart.

She had seen through him long ago.

He was smug and thought he had her under his control.

"Wen Zhixia, are you really so heartless to me?"

Wen Zhixia smiled bitterly in her heart.

She is not the heartless one.

It’s the Fu family, it’s Xu Hui, it’s this cold and ruthless circle of power and influence.

Even if she stayed by his side, she would not feel safe.

He can kick you out at any time for various reasons and find a new replacement.

"Yes," Wen Zhixia nodded, "I used to be soft-hearted. Today, I lost my last relative in this world. I have nothing to worry about anymore, so I want to see if it feels good to be ruthless. Otherwise, why are you rich people so ruthless? You even want to kill a seriously ill old man."

Fu Ruoshi's breathing slowed down. He knew that he was also to blame for the old man's death.

However, after a moment, he raised his eyes, and his usual cunning and unruly look returned to them.

"How about you give me a child," he stared at her, "I'll help you find the murderer of your parents. I know they didn't die accidentally, but no one dares to investigate this matter except the Fu family. You can consider..."

There was a snap.

A loud slap in the face harshly slapped back the rest of his words.

"Fu Ruoshi, you are such a beast!" Wen Zhixia trembled all over, "I misjudged you!"

"In your eyes, everything in this world, including dignity and family affection, is just a bargaining chip, right?"

"How could I like someone like you!!!"

No matter how disappointed I have been before, it is not as disappointing as this moment.

In the end, he chose to force her to stay by trampling on her dignity.

Perhaps in the eyes of powerful people like them, the backbone and dignity of ordinary people are just a bargaining chip.

As long as their demands are not met, they will force each other to death and destroy each other's hearts.

It's all the same.

Fu Ruoshi touched his burning cheek and looked at Wen Zhixia in surprise.

Does she like me?

He turned around with surprise, but what he saw was Wen Zhixia's extremely disappointed and disgusted look.

......My heart plummeted.

"Yes." Wen Zhixia laughed bitterly, "Fu Ruoshi, I liked you a long, long time ago, when you just knew my name."

"But love will fade, worn away by disappointment bit by bit."

"I'm done with you."

"From now on, I hate you."

The faint sound was like thunder, striking his heart.

Fu Ruoshi slammed his head against the door with a thud.

Over the years, he had speculated, suspected, and tested her, but he either only dared to ask when he was drunk, or to use harsh words to provoke her, hoping to force her to tell the truth.

It turns out that I am so despicable.

Fu Ruoshi looked at Wen Zhixia's sad and cold eyes, and suddenly realized in despair that something was completely irreversible.

From childhood to adulthood, he had never experienced this moment.

From his days in school to founding Zhuo Rui, he was gifted with intelligence and good looks, commanding the support of countless people and enjoying smooth sailing. Men fawned over him, women adored him, and even when he left the Fu family to strike out on his own, he relied on his personal charm to attract countless followers along the way.

Not to mention that you have never tasted failure, you have never even tasted loss.

At this moment, Fu Ruoshi experienced for the first time what it meant to seek but not get, and then lose again after getting.

What does it mean to lose all dignity and it's too late?

He once thought he would never experience these feelings in his entire life.

At this moment, he experienced it thoroughly.

It turned out that I had hurt her so much.

A strong sense of guilt washed over him, and it seemed that he no longer had the face to ask her to stay.

"Ok."

Finally, Fu Ruoshi lowered his head and said, "Tomorrow morning, I'll go with you to handle the formalities."

He sighed deeply, his voice filled with endless fatigue.

"If you don't want anything, then don't have it."

He finally gave in.

At this moment, Wen Zhixia had never felt so relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, and there was also a sense of inexplicable joy of victory.

Ten years. It has been exactly ten years since she met Fu Ruo at the age of fourteen.

It can be said that I have loved someone without reservation.

"I'll make breakfast tomorrow." She hummed, wiped away the tears and said to Fu Ruoshi, "It's still Yangchun noodles, right?"

Fu Ruoshi no longer had the energy to respond to her.

He had never felt so tired.

"All in vain," he laughed at himself. "I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep."

He closed the door and left the room silently.

sleepless nights.

The next morning.

Wen Zhixia got up on time and prepared a final farewell dinner for Fu Ruoshi as agreed yesterday.

Seeing that she got up so early and her eyes were red, Mrs. Li wanted her to go and rest.

"Don't call me Madam anymore," Wen Zhixia said to her while beating eggs. "Ruoshi and I will go get our divorce certificate soon. We are divorced."

Mrs. Li was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time.

However, looking at Wen Zhixia's resolute expression, she thought, this time it's real.

Fu Ruoshi didn't get up until noon.

How could this person who is so punctual and precise to the minute still not wake up now?

"I'll go call him," Wen Zhixia said to Mrs. Li, "so he doesn't get angry and take it out on you."

Seeing Wen Zhixia leaving in her slippers, Mrs. Li felt bad.

In the past, she had listened to Song Ailing and often made things difficult for Wen Zhixia. Now that she heard that she was really leaving, she suddenly felt that Wen Zhixia was the best family head she had ever served.

Here, Wen Zhixia looked at Fu Ruoshi's closed study door and knocked rudely, "Fu Ruoshi, get up and have breakfast."

"It's half past seven. You're going to be late for work."

“The noodles are all clumping!”

After knocking for a long time without any response, Wen Zhixia was too lazy to wait and just opened the door and went in.

The room was filled with smoke. Fu Ruoshi, wearing a thin shirt and holding a cigarette in his hand, stood in front of the window with a shaky back.

Seeing her come in, Fu Ruoshi's eyes moved suddenly, and he inadvertently put his cell phone upside down on the windowsill.

"What are you arguing about?" He turned sideways and asked impatiently, "It's so early in the morning, are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?"