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

Wen Zhixia was stunned.

She subconsciously thought it was Fu Ruoshi, but Fu Ruoshi would never call her Zhizhi, let alone such an affectionate style.

His style of talking big and making people angry to death would have been enough to kill him if he didn't have power.

While thinking, there are three more messages:

[I'm a medical agent and have earned millions]

【Are you busy lately? 】

【I miss you. 】

When Wen Zhixia saw the last one, her scalp suddenly went numb.

It’s Gu Chun.

After the breakup, she even changed her phone number, just to cut off all contact with him.

Even when we met in the library not long ago, she just smiled politely.

Although she had to admit that Gu Chun had given her the companionship and care she needed most during her loneliest and most sensitive adolescence.

She was grateful that he took her to and from school, brought her breakfast, and braved the rain to buy brown sugar and sanitary napkins.

To thank her, she accepted his confession and said she was willing to give it a try.

When they first started dating, Gu Chun treated her extra well, but after he passed the exam to go to another place, he became hot and cold towards her.

The first time she broke up with him, he came back on the bus late at night, knelt down in front of her with tears in his eyes, and apologized, saying that he would never ignore her again.

The second time, she asked for a breakup, and he said he would jump off the building if they broke up.

She was soft-hearted and spent almost two more years.

This softness was rewarded with his betrayal.

Wen Zhixia could only blame herself for her bad luck and pretend that she was blind.

She turned off her phone and muted it.

"Um," he said, standing up, "I just drank some wine and feel a little uncomfortable. I need to go to the bathroom."

Director Wu asked with concern, "Is it serious? Why don't you go back early?"

"It's okay, I just need to rest for a while."

On this side, Fu Ruoshi sent three messages to Wen Zhixia, but she didn't reply to any of them.

Mr. Fu's brows twitched slightly.

He's become so bold. He didn't care last time I broke into his company, but now he doesn't even reply to my messages?

"Ruoshi," Xu Hui pushed him, "it's your turn."

They just finished talking about the art exhibition and the food was served. Han Zhuojun has recently become obsessed with script-killing games and wanted to start a game while eating. Fu Ruoshi waited for a reply absent-mindedly and did not reject it.

This is a five-player palace fighting game with multiple endings. In addition to the two NPCs, the emperor, the minister and the queen all have their own ulterior motives.

As the emperor who controls the overall situation, Fu Ruoshi is not thinking about investigating the case, but Wen Zhixia.

He really wanted to go over and knock on the door of her box to see who was in her room.

However, Mr. Fu has not yet reached the point where he catches an adulterer in person, so he can still hold back his anger.

"Oh." He came back to his senses and looked at the script, saying lazily, "The Queen has something to say."

-

Wen Zhixia rested in the bathroom for a while, then went outside to enjoy the sea breeze.

The summer night breeze was refreshing. She looked at the star-studded city across the sea, took a few deep breaths, and slowly felt better.

She took out her cell phone to see if Gu Chun had sent any new messages.

There were three messages on the screen:

【where? 】

【? 】

【Come to Box 101, now】

Why is he here?

Wen Zhixia was stunned.

She looked down at her skirt and wondered if this person had installed a surveillance camera on her.

How can I face him in this skirt?

Wen Zhixia hesitated: If I go, I'll be slapping myself in the face. If I don't go, what if he finds another excuse to delay the divorce next time?

But the skirt was originally given to me by him.

If I don't wear it, should I let him wear it?

Wen Zhixia made up her mind and stomped her foot, and decided to go!

At this moment in the box, the script was reaching a tense part.

The minister played by Han Zhuojun has almost figured out that the queen is planning to poison the emperor's brother, but Fu Ruoshi seems to be out of shape and is about to be killed by the queen.

Xu Hui was still affectionate: "Your Majesty, I have known you since childhood. No matter how the world changes, I will always be by your side and never leave you."

As she read, she stroked Fu Ruoshi's ring-wearing hand, covering his dazzling wedding ring.

Fu Ruoshi was preoccupied with the woman who hadn't replied to his WeChat messages. At this moment, he was like a heartless word-reading machine:

"Empress, thank you for your hard work over the years. Half of my life has passed in a flash, and the past is nothing but a passing cloud. We were childhood sweethearts, and you assisted me step by step in ascending the throne. Today, the world is in your hands, and I won't forget it for a moment."

Xu Hui looked at Fu Ruoshi intently: [I have no regrets in dying for the Emperor, having devoted my life to Him.]

Fu Ruoshi: [Thank you, Queen.]

He pressed the last option.

[A sharp arrow pierces her heart. The Queen (spits blood): You!!! You actually... (falls to the ground and dies)]

The queen is dead. Han Zhuojun and his two other friends were also dumbfounded.

Originally, I thought that the Queen was in control of the overall situation. Unexpectedly, although Fu Ruoshi seemed absent-minded, she had actually seen through the Queen's tricks and led the Queen into a dead end step by step.

Fu Ruoshi suddenly spoke with great emotion: [Queen, our fate has ended. I will ask someone to take care of Huan'er. Rest in peace.]

He pushed Xu Hui away.

Xu Hui hadn't had enough of being his wife yet. After being pushed away by him, she pounced on him again, "Your Majesty, I am now finished. I know I was wrong. Will you still love me?"

"No." Fu Ruoshi smirked. "I'll choose an auspicious day and ask a Taoist priest to come and save your soul. Which Taoist priest specializes in exorcism?"

Han Zhuojun didn't dare to respond and quickly encouraged the other two to join in the fun.

"Boss Fu, just make your fake play real and give in to her!"

"Yeah, don't make it hard for your brother."

"What kind of game did you choose?" Xu Hui vented her anger on Han Zhuojun. "No more playing, let's eat. Ruo Shi, you killed me, so be gentle to me tonight."

Her bones were soft, and after she finished speaking, she leaned on Fu Ruoshi's shoulder again.

Despite this, she still felt resentful.

Fu Ruoshi used to give in to her when playing, and would even lose on purpose to make her happy.

How has it changed now?

Knock, knock, knock on the door.

When Wen Zhixia came in, Xu Hui was still leaning on Fu Ruoshi's shoulder.

The box was magnificently decorated, with all sorts of expensive delicacies on the table, untouched, and smoke curling around.

Xu Hui's shy face, coupled with Fu Ruoshi's half-open shirt and slightly drunk eyes, made it hard not to have wild thoughts.

"Zhixia!" Xu Hui quickly sat up straight, a hint of joy in her eyes, "You, why are you here?"

Wen Zhixia stood there coldly, neither moving nor speaking.

"My sister-in-law is here!" Han Zhuojun quickly moved a stool to smooth things over. "Ruo Shi, why didn't you tell me you invited my sister-in-law over?"

Fu Ruoshi didn't say anything either.

He folded his hands and stared at Wen Zhixia intently.

The green dress perfectly wrapped her slender body, making her curves appear vaguely prominent.

Wen Zhixia had just drunk some wine, her cheeks were slightly red, and her black hair was messed up by the sea breeze, giving her a different look from usual.

"Look, this dress is nice, isn't it?" He whispered to Han Zhuojun, "I bought it."

Wen Zhixia felt a little guilty wearing this skirt, but in this situation, she felt that she shouldn't be the one feeling guilty.

When she stared at Fu Ruo, he was also looking at her. She didn't know what he was looking at, but he didn't seem to want to explain.

"Zhixia, don't be angry," Xu Hui stood up and said, "Ruoshi and I are playing a script-killing game. It's written like this in the plot. We've been playing games like this since we were young. You won't misunderstand, right?"