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

Wen Zhixia hesitated, not knowing whether to answer the call or not.

She wasn't actually that familiar with Fan Zhenting, and it wasn't appropriate for her to always accept things from him without any prior contact.

"Well, actually..." Wen Zhixia was hesitating about how to say it without hurting others, and then she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her.

"I haven't had dinner yet. Can I go to your house for a meal?"

Fu Ruoshi was strolling leisurely as he came from the hall.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Wen Zhixia was stunned. "Aren't you going to work?"

Fu Ruoshi smiled lightly and said, "What's wrong? You like to control your husband so much. Come home with me and I will let you control him as much as you want."

In Wen Zhixia's opinion, this intimate tone was simply due to the presence of another man, which aroused his vanity and competitive spirit.

If he really wanted to take me home that much, he wouldn't have been married for three years and only been home for a few days.

These men want to have a home but don't want to go home. They want to have a wife but are annoyed by her.

"We're already divorced," Wen Zhixia said coldly after thinking about this. "Please stay away from me and don't call yourself my husband anymore."

This cold tone was like a hard ice pick, piercing Fu Ruoshi's heart.

"We still have thirty days before the divorce is officially final. Theoretically, I'm your legal husband." He feigned composure as he glanced at Fan Zhenting, then changed his tone and said, "Boy, do you know what the sentence is in our country for seducing a married woman?"

Fan Zhenting frowned, "Mr. Fu, I was running errands for my sister and bringing some food to Zhixia. How can you say that I'm seducing her?"

Fu Ruoshi uttered an "oh," and said, "Is it so hard for PhD students to find jobs now? You've even been reduced to running errands? Why don't you send me your resume and I'll find you a position at Fu's."

He flaunted his power and status with every word he said. Wen Zhixia couldn't stand his arrogance. "Zhen Ting, ignore him. He's just good at making empty promises."

"I ignore him. Zhixia, take it," Fan Zhenting handed the food to her. "My sister said this is for us to cook hot pot at your house this weekend. Mr. Fu, are you free? If you are free, come along too?"

Fu Ruoshi was about to agree when Wen Zhixia said, "He won't eat it. He doesn't like it. He only eats Australian lobsters that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan."

Being ruthlessly suppressed in front of outsiders, Fu Ruoshi's dignity as a man was completely destroyed and he could no longer endure it.

"Fan Zhenting, I have something to say to my wife. Can you please go away?"

"Zhixia told you to stay away from her, why are you forcing her to do something she doesn't want to do?"

"Hey you kid...?"

"Okay, stop arguing here." Wen Zhixia interrupted them awkwardly, "Zhen Ting, remember to come to my house for dinner this weekend. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, she quickly ran out of the hospital. Fu Ruoshi was about to catch up with her but was stopped by Fan Zhenting.

"Do you know what the consequences of stopping me are?"

"The consequences are not important," Fan Zhenting said calmly. "What's important is that Zhixia doesn't want to talk to you right now. You're forcing her so hard that it's suffocating her. Of course she's annoyed with you."

Fu Ruoshi stared at him and said, "Stop teaching me how to behave."

He pushed Fan Zhenting away and chased after him outside the hospital, but saw Wen Zhixia riding a shared electric scooter, wearing a little bear helmet and slipping out of the gate. She disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Well, just give her some space.

Fu Ruoshi thought that when she got tired of her simple life, she would definitely miss my luxurious manor.

The busy week is finally over.

Saturday noon.

Fan Xiaolin made an appointment with Wen Zhixia, saying that she would bring her cousin to her house for hot pot later in the afternoon.

After Wen Zhixia got up, she began to prepare to wash and cut vegetables and arrange the dishes.

It was about twelve o'clock when the doorbell rang.

"I'm coming!!"

Wen Zhixia took off her apron and went to open the door.

But it was a strange face.

"Hello, are you Sister Wen Zhixia?" A handsome, fair-skinned boy in a T-shirt and jeans asked shyly, "Hello, I'm Xiao Jiang. We're Zhen Ting's juniors, and he asked us to help you."

Help out?

Wen Zhixia was slightly startled, then opened the door:

Following Xiao Jiang were several tall and handsome guys, who lined up and came up.

"Hello Sister Zhixia, my name is Ajie."

"Hello sister, my name is Da Ming,"

"Hello Sister Wen, I'm Xiaodong."

"Hi, I'm Zhen Ting."

"I'm Zhen Ting's cousin."

In the blink of an eye, the small house was filled with people, and it was almost impossible to get around.

In the morning, Fan Zhenting was playing basketball in the stadium. When Fan Xiaolin went to pick him up, she happened to see him and several younger classmates sitting on the steps drinking water. The younger classmates were all tall and handsome. When she asked, she found out that some of them were single, so she thought of packing some for them to bring over.

If Wen Zhixia doesn't like Zhenting, then just introduce Zhenting's circle of friends to her and let her choose her own concubine.

"Zhixia, I thought it would be fun to have more people over for the hotpot, so I called a few of my college juniors over," Fan Zhenting stepped in to defend himself. "You won't be angry if I didn't give you your consent, right?"

"How could that be!" Wen Zhixia wiped her hands embarrassedly, "It's just that my house is too small, everyone can sit wherever you want, just don't think it's crowded."

"Don't just stand there," Fan Xiaolin commanded from the sofa, "You two, quickly move the table and chairs to make room for your sister Zhixia."

Fan Zhenting chimed in, "Xiaodong, Xiaojiang, help Zhixia cut some vegetables."

"Okay sister."

"Here I come, sister."

With more manpower, several large bags of vegetables were quickly cut and served on the table.

Fan Xiaolin took out her phone and said, "I want to take a photo and post it on WeChat Moments. Everyone, come over here. Zhixia, stand in the middle."

Several boys immediately came forward cooperatively.

After taking the photos, she sent them to Wen Zhixia and asked her on WeChat, "Hurry up and pick out which of these handsome guys do you like? They are all children of high-ranking officials and are perfect for you."

Wen Zhixia gave a disdainful expression, "Go get whoever you like, I'm over my estrus period."

Fan Xiaolin didn't take it seriously. She slightly edited the group photo, focusing on the handsome brother, and then posted it on her Moments.

He specifically sent it to the group where Fu Ruoshi was, and wrote: I'm going to piss you off to death.

In less than a minute, she received her first like.

【Fu Ruoshi liked your circle of friends】

Wow, this kid is quite brave.

She handed the phone to Wen Zhixia, "Look, your niece is jealous."

Wen Zhixia sighed, "Why don't you delete him? I'll help you delete it."

"No." Fan Xiaolin snatched the phone back. "I won't delete it. I want him to see how well you're doing. I want him to regret his decision. I want to piss him off to death!"

Wen Zhixia smiled indifferently.

In her opinion, Fu Ruoshi would not regret it. He would only think that she was blind again, losing such a high-quality man and only set her sights on some ugly people.

Never mind, let him think whatever he wants. He is just unwilling to accept it, but he will soon lose his patience because of boredom.

Feelings are just a tool for these rich kids to entertain themselves, there is no such thing as everlasting love.

"Don't worry about him, just eat your food."

Here, Fu Ruoshi looked at several tall and handsome men sitting around Wen Zhixia, his face looking extremely ugly.

These past few days, he deliberately held back from looking for her, waiting for her to come to him.

Turns out he was overthinking.

Eating hotpot and admiring handsome guys, life is so comfortable.

He could imagine a group of sweet-talking handsome boys chasing Wen Zhixia, calling her "sister" all the time.

So greasy!!!

He is sour and twisted.

However, at this moment, Fu Ruoshi suddenly felt that he seemed to have become an insignificant person in front of Wen Zhixia.