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

He looked like he hadn't slept all night. His already deep eye sockets were even sunken, and his face was pale and haggard, as if he had lost a lot of weight overnight.

The ashtray was full of cigarette butts and there was a bruise on his cheek that had not yet healed.

Seeing this scene, Wen Zhixia couldn't bear it after all.

She changed her tone to a more soothing one, "Why don't you open the door if you're not asleep? You're pretending to be deaf and dumb. Come over for breakfast."

After Wen Zhixia left, Fu Ruoshi rubbed his brows tiredly and returned his gaze to his phone——

Liu Zhen: [Mr. Fu, we've found the art academy students who painted for Xu Hui. Now that the money has been paid, should we expose her directly?]

Fu Ruoshi looked at the dialog box with a gloomy expression.

Fu Ruoshi had previously thrown mud at Wen Zhixia in the gallery, and used Yu Qian and Ranguo Media as scapegoats to criticize Xu Hui.

Xu Hui had forgotten the pain after her wound healed. Not long after the incident with Yu Qian, she began to rely on the relationship between Song Ailing and the Fu and Xu families to cross his bottom line, indirectly killing Wen Zhixia's grandfather and forcing Wen Zhixia away.

If you don't live up to your expectations after being given a chance, you will never have another chance.

Fu Ruoshi thought to himself that Song Ailing kept sending Xu Hui to him simply because she was attracted by the Xu family's strong background and good reputation.

Fu Ruoshi understood his mother. She was vain and concerned about reputation. She might not like Xu Hui that much, but she liked the clean aura of an artist, which sounded high-end and respectable.

What if she is not innocent?

Fu Ruoshi pondered and smoked coldly, with a cold light in his frowning eyes, like a cold-blooded lizard.

What if her ghostwriting business was exposed and she became infamous?

Song Ailing was definitely the first person to distance herself from her.

Now Fu Ruoshi had to admit that he had been close to women like Xu Hui in the past because he wanted to deliberately provoke and test Wen Zhixia, to see her lost and cry.

At first she started to cry, then she stopped crying, but the look of loss on her face could not escape his eyes.

At such moments, he was willing to be extra nice to her, because her tears made him feel that he was cared for.

Now, she no longer feels lost and sheds tears.

She is really leaving.

Fu Ruoshi's heart tightened. If that was the case, there was no point in keeping Xu Hui.

Thinking of this, Fu Ruoshi extinguished his cigarette with a sharp look in his eyes and replied to Liu Zhen: [Come to my place later. I will give you the two paintings she gave me before. You can go find someone to take a look.]

[Okay, Mr. Fu]

If he gets mad, no matter if you are a close friend or a dear relative, Fu Ruoshi will overturn the table.

When we arrived at the living room, Mrs. Li had already brought the noodles to the table.

Fu Ruoshi looked at the steaming hot noodles and put away the murderous intent he had just had.

Wen Zhixia sat next to him, leaning over the table and looking at her phone, her expression as calm as if she was playing a game.

Fu Ruoshi groaned and took a mouthful of noodles with dignity.

......

He suddenly understood what it felt like for a death row inmate to have his last meal. It was probably like this: he wanted to eat, but couldn't.

In just one night, the high and mighty Master Fu experienced a thousand kinds of ups and downs.

He felt that Wen Zhixia was sent by God to teach him how to behave.

"What the hell, it's so disgusting." He felt so uncomfortable with the loss of power that he threw his chopsticks on the table in frustration. "Let's go, let's not eat anymore. The noodles are so disgusting. I need a divorce now. I want to marry someone who can cook well."

"Mr. Fu, how could you say that about Madam?" Sister Li couldn't bear to watch. "The young madam got up early in the morning to cook this bowl of noodles for you. Even if she didn't have any merit, she still worked hard. She's been with you for three years, and you've ignored her. Your mother has been picky about her, but she hasn't complained at all. A day of marriage is a hundred days of love, and now we're parting. Please don't hurt her feelings like this, okay?"

"Ah...?" Wen Zhixia stared blankly at Mrs. Li who was standing up for her, and was dumbfounded.

Which Mrs. Li, who used to find fault with everyone, actually helped an outsider like me to confront the boss?

Oh my god, I must be dreaming! Wen Zhixia pinched her thigh, and the sadness she felt just a moment ago was overshadowed by surprise.

"My mother?" Fu Ruoshi glared at Mrs. Li. "Are you scolding me?"

"No, she didn't," Wen Zhixia quickly protected Sister Li, "Sister Li, I actually have complaints too, but you don't know..."

Mrs. Li sighed, "Mr. Fu, when you reach my age, you will understand that a virtuous wife is worth more than ten thousand taels of gold."

Fu Ruoshi felt deeply frustrated.

It’s bad enough that my wife is teaching me a lesson, but now the nanny is also teaching me a lesson.

He couldn't refute it because what the other person said was from the heart, it was the truth, the truth he was unwilling to admit.

"Bring your ID!" Fu Ruoshi said fiercely, "Don't tell me you don't have your ID at the door. I don't have time to play hard to get with you."

Since they were going to get divorced anyway, Wen Zhixia was very calm. No matter how much he yelled at her, they would be just strangers in an hour.

Let him be, let him be.

"Yeah, okay."

...a punch on cotton.

Fu Ruoshi was so angry that he paralyzed.

after an hour.

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Fu Ruoshi was wearing a dark blue suit made of fine fabric, and his leather shoes were new and shiny.

Wen Zhixia didn't understand why he was dressing so flamboyantly after getting divorced, like a peacock spreading its feathers. Maybe he was eager to attract new prey.

"You still have one chance to regret." Fu Ruoshi looked at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau. "Wen Zhixia, I'm going to give you one last chance. Think about it carefully. If you go through this door, you will never have the chance to regret it."

"No thanks."

Wen Zhixia waved her hand without thinking and strode into the Civil Affairs Hall, seeming to be in a hurry.

Disgusted.

Fu Ruoshi had no place to vent his anger, so he punched the tree stump hard and followed in angrily.

Service window.

The two men handed over their ID cards, then turned their heads away, refusing to communicate with each other anymore.

"Two children," the staff member, a middle-aged woman, said symbolically, "We still have a 30-day cooling-off period. You must come to get your marriage certificate after 30 days. If you don't come, it will be deemed that your divorce is annulled."

"I promise to come," Fu Ruoshi said coldly, "I will be here on time."

Wen Zhixia was no less enthusiastic, "I'm coming too. If you don't want to come, go to the monument in the city center and bark like a dog a hundred times."

"Just learn!" Fu Ruoshi slammed the table.

......

"No, no, come on."

Someone's mouth is harder than his bones.

The two men left the service hall with angry looks on their faces.

When Fu Ruoshi arrived at the roadside and was about to get in the car, he saw a convenience store in the distance and turned back to ask Wen Zhixia, "Wait for me here. I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes. Come smoke one with me."

Since he asked, Wen Zhixia was too lazy to refuse.

She sat in the shade of the tree, dazed for a while, and saw Fu Ruoshi walking back from a distance.

"It's a gift when I bought cigarettes." Fu Ruoshi threw the milk ice cream into her arms, "I don't eat this stuff."

Wen Zhixia looked down and felt a lump in her throat.

Isn't this the one she often eats at her grandfather's house?

In fact, he heard her talking while she was lying on the edge of Wen Litao's bed that day.

She opened the ice cream, took a bite, looked up and waved to Fu Ruoshi, saying, "Goodbye, you go, I'll finish eating here and then leave."

Fu Ruoshi didn't move.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Zhixia. She was still the same as when he first met her, with timid eyes but a firm heart.

After so many years, he thought he had become much more smooth and hypocritical.

But she hasn't changed at all.

Fu Ruoshi grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

He stared at her without blinking, as if he wanted to carve this face into his mind.

"If someone bullies you, will you still call me?" he asked her.

Wen Zhixia just raised her head to say no, but Fu Ruoshi grabbed the back of her neck tightly.

A kiss covered her lips, blocking her resistance, and the sweet taste of ice cream slid down between her lips and teeth.

"Wife..."

"I like you too..."

"When you didn't even know my name."