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

Song Ailing was furious and agreed to Xu Hui's wishes.

She quickly and obediently helped her calm down.

In the whole story of the gallery incident, she focused on describing how she was envied by her peers, cyber-bullied by netizens, and how difficult it was to run the gallery.

She never mentioned a word about her withholding of wages for her hired guns and secretly helping unscrupulous capital to launder money.

Song Ailing was angry for a long time before she calmed down.

She thought for a moment and asked, "Baby, from what you said, could it be that Wen Zhixia did this?"

Xu Hui uttered an innocent "Oh!" "No way, Auntie! I told her before that I no longer have any illusions about Ruo Shi. I just want to be her best friend."

After she finished speaking, she took out her phone and said, "I saw that her grandfather passed away, and Ruo Shi also divorced her. I was worried that she would be in a bad mood, so I wanted to send her some delicious food. She didn't reply to me and even deleted me."

After hearing her exaggeration, Song Ailing also felt that it made sense. She thought that Wen Zhixia had gone crazy because of the death of her family and divorce.

But she still didn't believe that Wen Zhixia could leverage such a large amount of media resources, which would cost hundreds of millions of dollars.

"Baby, could it be that this damn girl instigated Ruo Shi?" Song Ailing said, "She definitely couldn't have caused such a big storm on her own."

Xu Hui also had this suspicion.

She could see that Fu Ruoshi had some feelings for Wen Zhixia, and it was not impossible for him to be bewitched by Wen Zhixia and lose his mind. After all, most people were as small as ants in his eyes, and he could crush anyone he wanted to.

"Auntie, please stop guessing." Thinking of this, Xu Hui cried softly, "I know she doesn't like me. I've already given Ruo Shi to her. Why does she still treat me like this?"

Seeing her crying like a pear blossom in the rain, Song Ailing became more and more angry.

"How about this," she decided, "I'll ask Ruoshi to come over after work. We can have a meal and discuss how to help you solve this problem."

"Isn't that okay, Auntie?" Xu Hui said, pretending to be embarrassed. "Will it be too much trouble for Ruoshi? I don't want to delay his work because of this."

"You kid, you're still thinking about others at this time." Song Ailing sighed distressedly, "You're just too naive. You've been protected so well since you were a child that you've never seen a real bad person. Don't be afraid. If it's really my son who listened to that vixen's lies and set up a trap to harm you, I will definitely support you."

Since it was Monday, there weren't many people at the Harbour City Hotel tonight.

After Wen Zhixia got off work, she took a taxi there.

As soon as she arrived at Harbour City and got off the car, she saw a G-Class coming towards her from behind.

This gorgeous license plate number made Wen Zhixia's heart skip a beat. She thought, this can't be such a coincidence? How can I run into it here?

She was about to slip away when someone called her back.

"Zhi Xia?"

Xu Hui was wearing a light blue dress and light makeup. The moment she saw her, a hint of hatred flashed in her eyes.

The next second, Fu Ruoshi and Song Ailing also got out of the car.

The moment he saw Wen Zhixia, Fu Ruoshi's playful expression suddenly froze.

He moved several steps to the side, deliberately keeping a distance from Xu Hui.

However, now all this no longer matters in Wen Zhixia's eyes.

She even smiled at him politely and turned to walk towards the elevator.

"Wait, hey Wen Zhixia!"

Fu Ruoshi was about to chase her when Xu Hui grabbed him.

"Ruoshi," she said with an embarrassed look, "Mom is here. Can you explain to Zhixia later? Don't make Mom angry."

Fu Ruoshi watched Wen Zhixia enter the elevator without looking back, and the cold metal door closed without a trace of nostalgia.

He looked down at Xu Hui, and a hint of ambiguous smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"You want to eat so badly?" He smiled wickedly, "Then don't regret it."

This evil smile made Xu Hui shiver for no reason.

But she was already at the door. If she ran away like she did last time in Fu Ruoshi's car, it would make her look guilty.

She believed that Song Ailing would definitely help her.

When they arrived at the private room, Fu Ruoshi ordered some dishes. After the dishes arrived, he asked the waiters to leave.

"I have an online meeting," he said expressionlessly, taking a sip of tea. "You guys eat first. We'll talk after the meeting."

After saying that, he put on his headphones, lowered his head, and started fiddling with his phone without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Song Ailing was a little unhappy. "Ruo Shi, since you agreed to come, you should be a little more hospitable. Put away your phone and eat first."

"How come I don't know how to entertain guests?" Fu Ruoshi raised an eyebrow and pointed at the dishes on the table and asked, "Didn't I pay for these dishes? And you still want me to feed you?"

"You, what's your attitude?" Song Ailing's face suddenly changed because of his provocation.

Fu Ruoshi curled his lips and didn't even look at her, "I don't always have this attitude."

"you......"

Seeing that Song Ailing was about to lose her temper, Xu Hui quickly tried to smooth things over. "Auntie, please let Ruoshi handle his work. I'm not in a hurry. Come, I'll peel the lobster for you."

Song Ailing glanced at her with pity, "My dear child, you are so sensible that I feel bad for you."

After saying that, she took the shrimp from Xu Hui's hand and just as she took a bite, the phone in her bag vibrated.

She had no hands free and didn't take it.

After the vibration stopped for a moment, it started again.

"Who is it? Looking for trouble during lunch hour." Song Ailing wiped her hands in dissatisfaction and took out her cell phone -

[Liu Zhen sent 10 files]

Liu Zhen? Isn't he Fu Ruoshi's personal assistant? Why is he sending me files?

Song Ailing glanced at Fu Ruoshi curiously, but he was still calmly looking at his phone, oblivious to what was happening outside.

She opened the file.

It is an Excel spreadsheet, densely packed.

However, when she put on her glasses and took a closer look, her heart sank.

The title of this form is: Qianhui Culture Media Company's tax evasion report.

"Auntie?" Xu Hui saw that she looked a little upset and leaned over. "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"

As soon as she got closer, Song Ailing immediately turned sideways and faced her back.

Xu Hui missed and her face froze.

The stagnant air made her feel something was wrong.

She wanted to run.

"Ruoshi, stop looking at your phone." She faked a smile to hide her nervousness. "The food is cold. I'll ask the waiter to heat it up."

Just as she was about to stand up, Fu Ruoshi raised his head and said to her coldly, "No need, just sit here."

Xu Hui swallowed awkwardly, and the feeling of uneasiness grew stronger.

At this time, Song Ailing's hands were shaking as she looked at her phone.

Now this document was sent by Fu Ruoshi himself, and the content was even more explosive: Qianhui Culture’s money laundering list.

Song Ailing suddenly saw several familiar companies on the list. When she clicked on them, the transaction flow and email communication screenshots were clear. It turned out that several relatives of the Song family were involved!

As long as this list is exposed, not only will Xu Hui be completely finished, but the Fu family will also be in trouble. It is well known that Song Ailing and Xu Hui have a close relationship. Now Xu Hui's gallery is involved in money laundering. If the circumstances are serious, Song Ailing may also be investigated.

And now the person who holds this list is sitting opposite her, drinking tea calmly.

Unexpectedly, his own son secretly investigated him and now threatened him for that woman Wen Zhixia.

“Ruo Shi, you…!”

Song Ailing slammed her phone on the table. "What do you mean?"

Fu Ruoshi put down his phone, looked at Song Ailing calmly and smiled, "It's nothing interesting, it's just fun! I just got divorced and I'm bored! Anyway, no one cares about me, so I might as well get some people to play with."

What he meant was that when they were married, Wen Zhixia could still control him, but now that they are divorced, he can act wildly?

Song Ailing couldn't believe it. How could that frail little girl hold him?

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Fu Ruoshi crossed his legs, nodded, and curled his lips, "I know."

"Fu Ruoshi, you!!!" Song Ailing's hands were shaking with anger, "How could I have given birth to a son like you!"

Fu Ruoshi spread his hands: "It's not like I asked you to give birth to the child."

Song Ailing was so angry that her heart ached. "What? You want to report me? You want to see your mother go to jail? You want to kill your own relatives for the sake of that woman, right?"

"Come on, it's just a trivial matter," Fu Ruoshi sneered calmly, "I have no problem letting you lose face in the Song family."

"Fu Ruoshi!!!"

However, Xu Hui still couldn't figure out the situation at this time. Seeing the tension between the mother and daughter, she felt that something was wrong, so she stood up and pulled Song Ailing's hand, "Auntie, what's going on..."

The moment she touched her, Song Ailing felt like she was electrocuted and pushed her away:

"Get out! Don't call me auntie anymore!!!"