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

Married man?

Xu Hui was stunned. Didn’t he divorce Wen Zhixia?

"Aren't we all brothers?" Xu Hui leaned on his back again. "Isn't this how you and Xiao Han play around?"

Fu Ruoshi said with a half-smile, "Are you sure? All my buddies are men."

"Ouch! You're dead, you rascal!"

Xu Hui covered her ears and kicked him, but he dodged again.

"Why are you so violent now?" Fu Ruoshi frowned. "If a woman is too violent, no one will want her."

Xu Hui curled her lips, "Is it me who is violent, or Zhixia?"

Fu Ruoshi laughed dryly and said nothing.

Before this, Song Ailing told her that Fu Ruoshi and Wen Zhixia were divorced. Although they were still in the cooling-off period, it was only about thirty days, so she asked her to seize the opportunity.

So she used the same trick again, using the banner of brotherhood to try to get closer to him little by little.

Come to the garage.

"My mother really liked the painting you gave me last time." Fu Ruoshi fastened his seat belt and said to her, "It's the one called, what's it called, first love?"

Xu Hui kicked his car seat coquettishly, "First kiss!"

"Okay, okay, first kiss, first kiss." Fu Ruoshi responded, then said nonchalantly, "A few days ago, I played basketball with Professor Yang Fan from the Academy of Fine Arts. He said that you draw very well and have talent."

Yang Fan?

Xu Hui's heart skipped a beat and the smile on her face froze.

Yang Fan is the mentor of the students who act as ghostwriters for her.

How did he get involved with Fu Ruoshi? Working on chips and art have nothing to do with each other.

Xu Hui bit her pale lips, picked her fingers nervously, and pretended to look at her phone as if nothing had happened.

Fu Ruoshi glanced at her, taking in her embarrassment, then hummed a little tune and started the car.

"By the way, Professor Yang will be there for dinner later." He said to Xu Hui calmly, "He said he brought his favorite student with him and wanted to talk to you."

It was like a thunderclap, and Xu Hui's scalp exploded.

She raised her head, listened to Fu Ruoshi's calm tone, looked at his dimples in his smile, but couldn't figure out what he meant.

This elusive feeling is dangerous and fascinating, but also deadly.

"Which student?" Xu Hui covered her nervousness with dissatisfaction. "We're having dinner, why are you inviting these irrelevant people? I have social anxiety and I don't want to go."

"No, it just happened to happen," Fu Ruoshi said with an unfathomable smile in the corner of his eyes.

He explained, "It's like this. My dad's friend is a friend of Professor Yang. They were visiting the Fu School campus and happened to see the painting you gave me. They said it looked familiar. When they asked, they found out it was you. They wanted to bring a few of his most talented students with them and asked you to take care of them. It's hard for art students to find jobs these days."

After hearing this, Xu Hui's fingertips turned white from clenching their fists.

The ghostwriters who wrote for her were Yang Fan's favorite students. They were first-rate and talented, but they had no background, so they took jobs as ghostwriters and looked for mentors.

Xu Hui painted a rosy picture for them, saying that after they graduated, she would let them work in her art museum.

But how could she possibly keep this troublemaker who had some negative information about her around?

"Oh, oh," she laughed awkwardly, "I see, that's a coincidence."

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

As soon as Xu Hui finished speaking, her phone vibrated.

Someone @ her in the WeChat work group.

It was her assistant: [Mr. Xu, your art museum's video account has suddenly received a lot of negative comments. Please take a look. We are currently handling the situation.]

Xu Hui's heart tightened and she quickly opened the comment section.

Netizen A: This person hired ghostwriters to paint for her. My friend once painted for her. Each painting cost 10,000 yuan, which was divided among five people. My friend got less than 2,000 yuan, but she sold it for 300,000 yuan in her own gallery.

Netizen B: My friend is the same. Huihuizi said that if they help her paint, they can work in her exhibition hall, and she will also introduce them to famous artists for study. This makes me want to go too.

Netizen C: It seems like they were each given tens of thousands of dollars in hush money, how could it be only two thousand?

Netizen D: Money laundering, money laundering for her father.

Xu Hui's pale face made the situation even worse.

The comments section is full of truth.

She was reluctant to pay the hush money and kept delaying payment on the grounds that the company was going through procedures.

Could it be that they're ganging up on me because they didn't get paid? Blackmail and threats?

Moreover, she has recently discussed several overseas business cooperations. Foreigners are most averse to ghostwriting. Once discovered, not only will they be expelled from the Artists Association, but their visas will also be revoked and they will be permanently denied entry. Even a series of orders and business endorsements she has in hand will be stopped.

Xu Hui's hands were shaking.

Fu Ruoshi suddenly braked hard, and Xu Hui lost her grip and dropped her phone.

"Sorry," he smiled faintly, "there was a delivery driver in front of us, so he braked suddenly."

Xu Hui hurriedly picked up her phone and replied in the work group: [First delete all the comments, then ask the accountant when the money can be transferred to those students.]

The comments were deleted very quickly and the situation calmed down within a few minutes.

But Xu Hui was not at peace.

"Ruo, Ruo Shi," Xu Hui swallowed, "I have something urgent to do at the gallery. Please drop me off in front and I'll take a taxi."

Fu Ruoshi was quite surprised and said, "No way, there's a table full of people waiting for you. Why don't you come back after you're done?"

"No, no, it's a very important situation," Xu Hui said with a wry smile. "It can't be handled in a short time. Oh, it's enough if you're here. You're the protagonist."

Fu Ruoshi exclaimed, "Do you need help? Is it serious?"

"No, it's not serious, it's just a nuisance."

"Oh. What a shame."

Fu Ruoshi slowed down the car, slowly pulled over, and left Xu Hui at the entrance of a bus stop.

"Let's meet again." Fu Ruoshi stretched his hand out of the window and smiled at her, "Bye, be careful."

Xu Hui forced a smile, "You too, let's meet again."

He closed the car window, and the warm smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

Professor Yang and the dinner party were all lies to her.

The black fan netizen is real, and the information was also bought by him.

He guessed that she was too guilty to go, so he just made some threats to scare her so much that she ran away.

Coward.

Fu Ruoshi sneered disdainfully.

Before, after Liu Zhen found Professor Yang’s ghost students and understood the situation, he asked a public relations company to start the operation.

The purpose is to make Xu Hui and Qianhui Art Museum completely infamous and unable to recover.

Xu Hui caused his marriage to break down, so he wanted to make Xu Hui unable to hold her head up high for the rest of her life. For this, he was not afraid of offending the unscrupulous capital behind Xu Hui who bought paintings and laundered money.

He told Liu Zhenfa: "Transfer the money to those students. Don't reveal your ID online. Don't have any financial dealings with Xu Hui. Wait for my instructions."

[Okay, Mr. Fu, I'll make the arrangements.]

He used to be just like this, seeking revenge and settling scores, not afraid of losing everything. He just enjoyed the power and control of toying with his prey and keeping them in fear.

But at this moment, he didn't feel any happiness at all, and even felt like he was torturing himself.

Because whenever he saw Xu Hui, he would think of Wen Litao's kind smile.

I will think of Wen Zhixia’s words: This is the end of me treating you like that. I hate you.

At this moment, he had never felt so confused.

It’s like I’ve really become a bird without legs, having the most precious freedom but not knowing where to fly.

Fu Ruoshi drove the car aimlessly on the evening streets for a long time until a familiar landmark appeared in front of him.

Family dormitory of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

She should be off work at this time.

As if he suddenly had a direction, he hesitated for a moment and drove towards the community.

It was just past seven o'clock when Wen Zhixia returned to the community.

The weather was a bit hot and humid, and it had just rained lightly.

On her way back, she saw an old man about the same age as Wen Litao selling peaches. She felt very friendly, so she bought a few more and planned to mix them with yogurt in the evening.

As soon as she walked downstairs, she saw Wen Xu's family again.

"Mom! She's here!!" Seeing Wen Zhixia, Wen Mengzihan shouted, "Bad woman, don't even think about running away! I'll bring you to justice!!!"