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

Wen Zhixia smiled calmly, "Same here. No need to say goodbye."

Fu Ruoshi walked to the door without saying a word, and as he was about to leave, he suddenly said, "Lock the fucking door! Call me if you need anything!"

After saying that, there was a bang.

The door closed again and he left again.

Wen Zhixia stood at the door in a daze, feeling his shadow, his fragrance, his body temperature, his fluctuating emotions, his hot blood and heartbeat, which also left with the sound of the door closing.

The night wind was blowing. Wen Zhixia closed the window and curled up on the sofa alone, trying to calm his thoughts.

It doesn't matter, he just left, no big deal.

Wen Zhixia stared blankly at the family photo on the table.

She was already used to leaving.

Deep night.

Inside the Maybach, Fu Ruoshi looked at the confused night, his heart feeling as if it was filled with stones.

He looked up and glanced at the light on in Wen Zhixia's kitchen.

The next second, the light went out.

Fu Ruo silently lit a cigarette, then started the car and finally disappeared into the night.

The next morning.

In the inpatient department, Wen Zhixia changed the dressing for a male patient who was burned in an electric bike explosion two days ago.

The male patient is named Jiang Sheng. After several days of treatment, his condition has gradually stabilized.

Wen Zhixia applied cold compresses to several severely edematous wounds, cleaned the exuding tissue with solution and replaced it with new gauze. Finally, she observed several areas of severely necrotic tissue to determine the time and process for the next operation.

After it was over, she was exhausted and sweating.

"Doctor Wen?" Jiang Sheng's wife, Li Wanting, ran towards Wen Zhixia in the corridor. "How's my husband? When can I go in to see him?"

Wen Zhixia comforted her, "Jiang Sheng is currently in stable condition, you don't have to worry too much, but he is still in a coma, so don't go in, we are here for you."

"He burned himself like this just to save me," Li Wanting sobbed. "If only he had been a little more selfish, he wouldn't have to suffer like this now. Doctor Wen, you must cure him. I'm willing to pay any price."

Wen Zhixia looked at Li Wanting's thin body and simple clothes, and couldn't bear to tell her the subsequent sky-high medical expenses immediately.

"Don't worry, we will do our best." Wen Zhixia encouraged her, "I really envy you for having a husband like Jiang Sheng who is willing to risk his life for you. I also envy Jiang Sheng for having a wife like you who never leaves him."

Li Wanting looked at Wen Zhixia curiously, "Doctor Wen, you are so beautiful and gentle, are you married?"

"Divorced." Wen Zhixia looked at Li Wanting's surprised eyes, smiled at her, and left the corridor.

At noon, Wen Zhixia went to the cafeteria alone to get food. When she couldn't find a seat, she turned around and saw Xiaoya and several young nurses waving at her.

"Sister Zhixia, sit here!"

Wen Zhixia walked over with a plate in her hand and saw how animatedly they were chatting. She was curious and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Sister Zhixia, have you read the gossip?" Xiaoya took out her phone and opened the video app. "It's this internet celebrity painter named Huihuizi. Do you know her? She was exposed yesterday for using ghostwriters!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I even signed up for her online art class. It's such a scam!" said another young nurse.

Xu Hui?

Wen Zhixia felt uncomfortable instinctively when she heard the name, but she still took the phone calmly.

Several hot search terms are: Who is Huihuizi's gunman?

Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts.

Qianhui Gallery is involved in a dispute.

She had heard before that Xu Hui's paintings were done by ghostwriters, but she tacitly accepted that this was the unspoken rule in the circle of power and no one would report her, and no one dared to report her.

"I heard that the money wasn't in place, and it was exposed by those art academy students," Xiaoya continued to explain to her, "and it seems they're currently negotiating."

Wen Zhixia smiled and said, "How do you know so much? Were you eavesdropping under her bed?"

"No," the nurse next to her said, "Sister Zhixia, you're late. Her comment section was full of great prophets just now, but it's been deleted in just a few minutes. Her public relations are quite powerful."

Wen Zhixia flipped through the pages curiously.

It seems that there are still some comments that have not been deleted:

"Qianhui Gallery is like an assembly line, with more than a dozen gunmen taking turns."

"Xu Hui also bought her art history degree."

"She is laundering money by selling it at such a high price."

What's even more amazing is that they directly pulled out an Excel spreadsheet and listed the crimes of Qianhui Art Museum.

Wen Zhixia was about to click it, but was a step too late.

When I went back, I saw that the number of comments was 0.

There is a line of words under the official account: This user has been banned.

so serious?

Was it Fu Ruoshi who did it again?

Wen Zhixia couldn't be sure. He and Xu Hui didn't have any deep hatred, and the Fu family and the Xu family had a close relationship, one could even say they were of the same blood. If something happened to the Xu family, wouldn't the Fu family also be in trouble?

Forget it, why think about him? I have nothing to do with that circle anymore.

Wen Zhixia returned the phone to Xiaoya.

At this moment, her own cell phone vibrated.

"Courier, you have a box of succulents. Please come to the door and pick them up."

Succulents? Wen Zhixia was stunned. She had just ordered the succulents this morning, so the earliest they would arrive would be tomorrow morning.

"Okay, I'll get it now!"

Wen Zhixia packed up the plates and walked quickly out of the hall. From a distance, she saw the courier holding a large paper box, which seemed to be the kind that was cut and delivered immediately.

The courier handed her the box and said, "A kind gentleman has ordered some succulents for you. Please open the box and check it. If there are no problems, please sign for it."

An enthusiastic gentleman? Wen Zhixia was stunned. "Who is it?"

"I don't know. He said he was your former patient. I don't know anything else," said the courier.

Former patient?

There are two pots of succulents on the desk in her office. Maybe they were discovered by the attentive patient's family member?

Wen Zhixia was suspicious, but the moment she opened the carton, she was still stunned by the variety of succulents inside.

They were all potted succulents with top-notch appearance, including her favorites, such as Ice Lantern Jade Dew, Luoshen, Vientiane, and the top-quality White Moon Realm, which she had never been able to buy even at a high price online before.

......

Wen Zhixia was dumbfounded.

On the other side of the city, Fu Ruoshi stood at the door of the blind box store. "It's good to have it. It's good to have it. Is the succulent safe? Is it dry and not damaged?"

Liu Zhen readily agreed, "No, no, don't worry, Mr. Fu, everything will be up to you."

Fu Ruoshi breathed a sigh of relief.

He had planned it all out. He would send it in the name of Wen Zhixia, a patient. She couldn't find anyone and couldn't refuse. Even if she called to ask him, he would never admit it.

In the blind box store, Han Zhuojun held the blind box in his hand while taking a photo of Fu Ruoshi making a phone call and sent it to Grandma Bai Lan.

Xiao Han [Grandma, look, I'm accompanying Ruo Shi to buy toys for my sister-in-law]

As soon as the message was sent, Fu Ruoshi came in. "Where were you just now? How do you touch this blind box? What's the formula?"