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

Wen Zhixia glanced at Zi Han worriedly, but that was all.

If a naughty child is not beaten early, society will beat him to death in the future.

Fu Ruoshi locked the door regardless of Zi Han's crying.

"You damn bastard," he looked at Wen Zhixia's bitten arm and sent her back to the bedroom, "Wait here for me, I'll get you some medicine."

The injury on Wen Zhixia's arm wasn't as painful anymore. She was about to stand up to stop him, but Fu Ruoshi had already found the medicine box and came back, looking very familiar.

"Give me your hand." Fu Ruoshi stretched out his hand. "This is the first time in my life that I've helped someone apply medicine."

Wen Zhixia reached out helplessly.

The moment the potion touched her arm, she still shrank back.

Fu Ruoshi stopped immediately and waited until the pain subsided before applying medicine.

"I was scared to death." Fu Ruoshi was still frightened. "I heard you shouting downstairs, and I had only one thought at that time: if anyone touches a hair on your head, I will make him live in fear for the rest of his life."

"But your parenting methods are really outrageous," Wen Zhixia deliberately ignored the unspoken affection in his words, "who did you learn this from, using money to bury people?"

"My mom," Fu Ruoshi said without raising his head, "when I was little, my teeth were bad and I loved to steal candy. My mom bought a box of candy and locked me in a small dark room. She wouldn't let me out after I finished eating. Later, I felt like vomiting when I saw candy."

......

He spoke calmly as if he was talking about someone else's family, but Wen Zhixia was stunned.

No wonder, I've never seen him eat anything sweet.

It was the first time she heard Fu Ruoshi talk about his embarrassing childhood experiences.

"Why, why is this happening?" She looked at him in disbelief. "Aren't you afraid you'll get diabetes? Won't your dad stop you?"

"My dad?" Fu Ruoshi sneered, "He even broke my ribs."

Wen Zhixia felt a little scared.

As expected, every family has its own problems. His childhood was filled with deception, falsehood, cruelty, a twisted and extreme mother, and an indifferent and violent father.

After applying the medicine, Fu Ruoshi saw her table full of broken blind boxes and succulents, and went to the living room to get Wen Mengzihan's tank, "I will help you get revenge."

Wen Zhixia quickly chased after him.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I saw Zi Han lying on the ground, identifying banknotes one by one.

When he saw Fu Ruo, he raised his tear-red eyes and said, wanting to cry but not daring to, "Uncle! It's too much! There's really too much money. I really can't finish it!"

He collapsed and lay in the pile of money, crying loudly, "Go away! Go away! You disgusting bills!"

The money is real, and Zi Han’s collapse is also real.

Seeing this absurd scene, Wen Zhixia turned around, afraid that she would be seen laughing.

Fu Ruoshi squatted down, touched Wen Mengzihan's head, and said kindly, "If you can't count them all, take them home and count them. There's no rush."

When Wen Mengzihan heard that she had to take them home to count, she burst into tears, "No! I don't want to take them home! I don't want to see them again!!!"

"Then let's discuss it." Fu Ruoshi smiled friendly, "Let's not count the money anymore, let's do something else."

He threw the tank model to the ground and said, "Smash this tank and you can go home."

Wen Mengzihan no longer had the ability to resist. He took his beloved model and mechanically smashed it to the ground.

Fu Ruoshi stared at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes. But when he turned around to look at Wen Zhixia, the ice in his eyes melted instantly.

Wen Zhixia knew that as long as she didn't stop, he would continue to torture Zi Han until he went crazy.

"Okay, that's enough!" She said, walked over to Zi Han and squatted down, "Wen Meng Zi Han, do you know you're wrong?"

Wen Mengzihan sobbed, "I know, I know I was wrong."

Fu Ruoshi asked him, "What did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't... uh, shouldn't have broken... my sister's... uh, toy."

Fu Ruoshi raised an eyebrow, "What else?"

Wen Mengzihan continued, "You shouldn't... rummage through my sister's things and steal her money."

Fu Ruoshi nodded, took out a US dollar bill and put it into Wen Mengzihan's pocket.

Zi Han instinctively wanted to take it out and return it to him, but Fu Ruoshi refused coldly, "Take it home and frame it in the most conspicuous place in the house. If I don't see it next time I go to your house, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

Wen Xu and Meng Jia were almost kneeling in front of the door to burn incense when they finally saw Wen Zhixia bringing Zi Han out.

"Oh my son!" Meng Jia hugged him tightly. "Oh my baby, let me see where you fell. Did they hit you?"

She checked again and again but didn't find any injuries. She only saw Zi Han standing there blankly with tears on his face, but he didn't cry or speak. He was so scared that he was stunned.

"Um, Mr. Fu, Zhixia, I'm sorry," Wen Xu said with a smile, "It's really inappropriate for us to behave like this tonight. We won't bother you again. Zihan, we will go back and educate him properly. Please be magnanimous and don't bother with the child."

Fu Ruoshi snorted coldly and left, "Wen Zhixia, you handle it yourself."

Wen Zhixia looked at her uncle and aunt's family and said, "Don't come here again, or I won't be able to control the situation."

Wen Xu and Meng Jian responded and left in shame.

The world returned to peace.

Back in the bathroom, Wen Zhixia packed up the money and handed it to Fu Ruoshi, who was sitting at the desk, saying, "Take it with you. Otherwise, if they come again, I might not be able to protect them."

"Liu Zhen will come and get it later." Fu Ruoshi was fixing a doll with its head twisted off. He was concentrating, "Don't disturb me while I'm making a human."

The scene before her made Wen Zhixia feel dazed, as if she was back to the time when she first got married to him. At that time, he would go home to work, and she couldn't help but stop to stare at his focused look in the study.

But those days are gone forever.

Wen Zhixia stepped forward, snatched the doll from his hand, and threw it into the trash can without hesitation.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Fu Ruoshi stood up in confusion, "I've almost fixed it."

"If it's broken, it's broken. There's no need to fix it," Wen Zhixia said calmly. "Even if it's fixed, the cracks will still be there, and it won't be the same as before."

Fu Ruoshi looked at the broken dolls on the table and said unwillingly, "Why aren't they the same as they were originally? My grandmother's generation would fix things and then break them, but they could still be used for a lifetime, which meant they had developed feelings for them."

"That was back when supplies were scarce," Wen Zhixia said expressionlessly. "Now society is developed, and there are shops everywhere. As long as you have money, you can buy anything you want."

Fu Ruoshi frowned, "Not everything can be bought with money."

"Are you sure?" Wen Zhixia sneered, "There's such a thing? How come I've never heard of it? Give me an example."

"..."

Fu Ruoshi felt upset when she asked him this question.

"Anyway, thank you for helping me today," Wen Zhixia said to him, "I don't know why you're here, but I don't want to know now. Go back early, it's cold at night."

Fu Ruoshi's eyes were slightly red. "What if your uncle and aunt come back? What will you do if I'm not here?"

"I'm not as helpless as you think." Wen Zhixia didn't want to argue with him and deliberately said something harsh. "Do you think you're the only man I know? Will my life stop without you?"

Such words were extremely hurtful, and Wen Zhixia knew it very well.

She was not a sarcastic person, and she felt a little regretful the moment she said it.

But hadn't he hurt her countless times with such words?

He understood her and knew where the knife would hurt her.

But he stabbed it anyway.

Looking at Wen Zhixia's frosty expression, Fu Ruoshi's heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

"Okay, Wen Zhixia," Fu Ruoshi gritted his teeth, "You are so cruel, even more cruel than I thought."