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

Xu Hui was hit in the face by her long nail polish, leaving a red mark on her face. She was completely frightened.

Song Ailing pointed at her with a trembling hand, "Xu Hui! You disappoint me so much!"

After saying that, she picked up her bag, looked at Fu Ruoshi deeply again, and finally slammed the table hard and pushed the door open.

"Aunt!"

Xu Hui didn't know why Song Ailing was so furious. She was about to chase her out to ask for an explanation when she suddenly heard a cold voice behind her:

"Wen Litao was pissed off to death by you, did you know that?"

After hearing this, Xu Hui almost collapsed to the ground.

She slowly turned around and looked at Fu Ruoshi's stern face full of coldness.

"After you left that day, Wen Litao's condition plummeted."

"He died three days later."

"Why did you provoke him?"

He spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with her, but Xu Hui felt a chill all over her body for no reason just by looking at the coldness in his eyes.

"Ruo, Ruo Shi, what did you say?" She pretended to be stupid. "I don't understand. What is Wen Litao? I don't know."

As she spoke, she opened the door and tried to escape.

Fu Ruoshi raised his long legs and kicked the door.

With a bang, the door closed tightly.

He turned around and looked at Xu Hui, whose face had turned pale with fear, and asked her, "Did you hang up on Wen Zhixia when she called me that morning?"

As soon as Song Ailing left, he put away his cynical smile and his eyes were like a frosted pond.

He pressed forward step by step, and Xu Hui backed away in fear. She didn't dare to look into the peach blossom eyes that had once made her infatuated.

It turns out that all of this was planned by him.

He is taking revenge for Wen Zhixia!

Xu Hui finally understood.

"No! That's not the case! Listen to my explanation!" Xu Hui was so anxious that she was incoherent. "I didn't harm Wen Zhixia's grandfather. I just said a few words to him. I didn't know he had passed away!"

Seeing that she was still being stubborn even when she was about to die, Fu Ruoshi completely lost his patience to play tricks on her.

He picked up his phone, held it in front of Xu Hui, and showed her all the content he had just sent to Song Ailing.

Xu Hui couldn't stand after just one look.

Before this, she had helped several relatives of the Song family do some shady business without Song Ailing's knowledge.

Now, after Song Ailing, who has always cared about her reputation, found out, she would definitely distance herself from her immediately and stay as far away from her as possible.

Song Ailing will never support her again.

She never had the chance to marry into the Fu family again.

"I didn't want to go either! It was Song Ailing who made me go!" Under the pressure, Xu Hui broke down and cried, "Ruoshi! I'm sorry! I'm willing to apologize to Zhixia! I'm willing to compensate her! Please let me go! I really know I was wrong!"

Fu Ruoshi shook her hand off in disgust and said to her word by word, "Xu Hui, I will return everything you did to Wen Zhixia to you."

"You can take care of yourself from now on."

After saying that, he stood up and left the private room indifferently, isolating Xu Hui's heart-wrenching cry behind him.

The waiters on both sides looked around, but no one dared to ask what happened.

Watching Fu Ruoshi's tall figure gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor, the sadness in Xu Hui's eyes turned into deep resentment in an instant.

Wen Zhixia.

You have ruined my reputation and made me deserted by everyone.

You prevented me from marrying into the Fu family.

I'll take you down with me even if I die!

In the private room on the other side of the corridor, colleagues from the burn department had just started their meals.

Mao Feng set up this plan, firstly to show his goodwill to Wen Zhixia. No matter whether she was Fu Ruoshi's mistress, he should appease her. Secondly, it was to let Mao Qianqian and Wen Zhixia consolidate their relationship and not be incompatible all the time, which would affect the unity and stability of the department.

Wen Zhixia was persuaded by Mao Feng to drink several glasses of wine. She could not adapt to this kind of flattering occasion, so she made an excuse to go to the bathroom and wanted to go out for a rest.

As she entered the corridor, she saw the familiar figure again.

Fu Ruoshi was walking alone in the corridor, heading towards the elevator.

He walked slowly, and although his posture was as leisurely as always, his broad back seemed inexplicably lonely today.

Wasn't he having dinner with Xu Hui? Why did they finish so quickly?

Wen Zhixia looked towards the box curiously and vaguely heard faint crying coming from the box.

Did they have a fight? Did things develop so quickly?

Seeing that Fu Ruoshi was about to turn back, she quickly shrank back and ran into the bathroom at the other end of the corridor.

After she ran into the bathroom, Fu Ruoshi turned around and walked straight to the private room where she was having dinner.

He was worried that she would be forced to drink by her greasy boss and drugged by an unknown partner.

Just as he was about to knock on the door and go in, he heard the familiar voices of Director Wu and Xiaoya, and he felt a little relieved.

Fu Ruoshi hesitated again and again, then called the hotel floor manager and said to him, "When this private room is closed, please let me know. Also, keep an eye on the girl in the green dress, get her to the car safely, and send me the license plate number."

"Okay Mr. Fu."

At about half past eight, Wen Zhixia's banquet also ended.

Everyone first sent the drunk Mao Feng to the car, and then each took a taxi and left.

On the other side of the road, the Maybach was parked quietly under the shade of a tree.

In the back seat of the car, Fu Ruoshi looked at Wen Zhixia from afar, and only left after confirming that she had gotten into Fan Xiaolin's car.

three days later.

That night, it was Wen Zhixia's turn to work the night shift.

Earlier, she had bought some wontons and duck feet from the stall at the door, preparing to have them as a midnight snack.

It was around eleven o'clock when I returned to the hospital. The corridor was very quiet and the family members and patients had all returned to their wards.

Wen Zhixia didn't take the elevator but went up the stairs.

I had just taken two steps when I heard footsteps behind me.

She turned around and the footsteps disappeared.

Maybe it was someone who was secretly smoking. Wen Zhixia didn't take it to heart. She quickened her pace and walked towards the target floor.

Just after she closed the door of the emergency passage, Xu Hui appeared in the corner of the corridor on the lower floor with a gloomy expression, and hid the fruit knife in her hand, which was shining with a cold light, into her arms.

Jiang Sheng's wife Li Wanting was staying with him tonight. She was bored, so she sent a message to chat with Wen Zhixia.

[Doctor Wen, look at this gossip] Li Wanting sent her a piece of news:

"Qianhui Gallery was shut down, suspected of tax issues."

It was Xu Hui's matter again. Wen Zhixia was bored, so she clicked in to take a look.

The news was very brief, mainly saying that Xu Hui's gallery had closed down and was now under tax investigation.

Once tax evasion is confirmed, it means that this internet celebrity is basically finished.

Li Wanting sent her another message, "I used to be a fan of Hui Huizi. I even signed up for her online art basics class."

"Really? How much?" Wen Zhixia asked her, "Is the teaching good?"

Li Wanting [What a load of crap! She wasn't the one teaching us at all. She said it was 99 yuan to join the group, and then after we joined, she asked us to buy this and that, saying different basic fees would be different. Oh, forget it, I got scammed out of over yuan anyway.]

Wen Zhixia was replying to her message when she suddenly heard a sound of footsteps outside the office door.

The footsteps seemed even more eerie in the quiet hospital corridor late at night.

Recalling the footsteps in the corridor just now, Wen Zhixia got goosebumps.

She hesitated to look outside, and then she heard a knock on the door.

Tuk Tuk.

Wen Zhixia shuddered, "Who, who is it?"