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

The door was pushed open from the outside and she saw a familiar face.

Fu Ruoshi stood in front of her, his usually joking face looked a little haggard, and his cheeks were a little thin.

"Why is it you?" Wen Zhixia patted his chest. "You scared me."

"Don't rush to send me away." Fu Ruoshi said, his voice slightly hoarse, "Since you don't reply to my messages or answer my calls, I have no choice but to come to you."

Wen Zhixia didn't intend to drive him away, she also knew why Fu Ruoshi came.

In the past two days, Bai Lan's grandmother sent her several messages, wanting to invite her home for dinner, but she never replied.

Wen Zhixia had already made up her mind to divorce Fu Ruoshi, and of course she would stay away from his circle.

Therefore, she felt guilty towards Grandma Bai, but she could only regard it as a lack of fate. The old lady was well-educated and well-mannered, and she believed that she could understand.

Now that she has decided to leave, she will not look back.

"Let's talk outside in the corridor."

The night is as cold as water.

Wen Zhixia and Fu Ruoshi walked one after the other to the deserted corridor late at night.

There has been a lot of rain recently, and the sky is dark blue and clear.

Wen Zhixia stood by the railing, closed her eyes, and greedily breathed in the fresh air at this moment.

The wind blew, and her black hair fluttered slightly. Wen Zhixia subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed her cold arm.

Fu Ruoshi took off his suit and draped it over her shoulders.

"No need..." Wen Zhixia was about to take it off, but Fu Ruoshi held her hand.

"Can you please stop rejecting me?" He frowned. "I'm just starting to learn how to take care of people, so I'm not very familiar with them. If you think something is wrong, you can give me some advice."

Wen Zhixia had never heard him speak in such a flattering tone before, it seemed a little unreal.

“You don’t need to learn this,” she said. “That’s not you. You can’t learn it. It’s a waste of time to learn it.”

She paused and explained, "I don't want to see grandma. It's not that I don't want to see her, but I want you to understand that you and I are divorced. This also means that I have no relationship with your family, friends, or any of your circles. As for your family, you deal with it and explain it to them."

Her words were distinct and separated by clear boundaries.

Fu Ruoshi felt uncomfortable with a choked throat.

He looked at Wen Zhixia, his deep eyes seemed even darker in the night, and at first glance, he seemed to be worried about something.

"Wen Zhixia, I've only ever liked you."

A gust of wind blew, and the rustling of leaves blurred the following words.

But Wen Zhixia still heard it.

She tightened her grip on her suit and looked at the road in the distance. Her shoulders were thin but firm, but in Fu Ruoshi's eyes at this moment, there was a hint of ruthlessness.

"I have no feelings for Xu Hui or those women," he continued. "I've never been in a relationship with them. I can't even remember their faces or names."

So he is here to clarify things with me now?

What was he doing in the three years before that?

Wen Zhixia remained silent.

"Back in high school, I often left school early. I knew you liked to go to the ramen shop next door. I saw you were always alone, and I wanted to go in and eat with you several times, but I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"I'm not afraid of others laughing at me, I'm afraid of you..."

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm not serious. I don't know how to tell you."

The tone of his confession was like that of a child admitting a mistake, cautious but careful with every word.

Wen Zhixia calmed her breathing.

"So?" She turned and looked him in the eye, her tone as calm as the sky after rain. "You're confessing to me now, do you still need me to do something for you? Is it because you need it? Or have you had enough? Or maybe you haven't found a woman who can boost your career? Or is it because which of your investors doesn't like divorced men, and you can't win them over?"

Every word was like a knife, stabbing Fu Ruoshi and leaving him nowhere to escape.

He had once spoken these words, and now they were coming back upon him.

"No," Fu Ruoshi explained anxiously, "I didn't say those words to you. They were just polite words to please others."

Wen Zhixia laughed sarcastically, "Who knows?"

In the three years of marriage, he always treated the truth as a joke and jokes as the truth. Now he wanted to tear off the smiling mask in front of her and let her see his true heart, but he found that the mask had already become one with him.

Whether you care about your self-esteem or your face, it is all your own fault. Who else can you blame?

Fu Ruoshi frowned slightly. He felt guilty and regretful. He couldn't even tell whether those words were just casual talk or he really thought so.

After all, in his view of marriage, the most important thing is the return ratio.

"But if I didn't like you, why would I marry you despite my family's objections?" Fu Ruoshi couldn't help but say, "You know me, I'm straightforward and selfish, I'm afraid of trouble. If I didn't like you, why would I cause myself so much trouble?"

So he made himself a nuisance.

Wen Zhixia smiled faintly, "Then you can get rid of this trouble of mine now, how great."

Fu Ruoshi realized that he had said the wrong thing again.

Yes, in the past, others always said nice things to coax him, and he never learned how to say nice things to coax others in his life.

After a long silence, he spoke again.

"Then I'll ask you one last question. If you shake your head, I'll give up."

Fu Ruoshi took a deep breath and said, "That night in the bar, did you know that the person was me? When I hugged you, you called Gu Chun's name."

It would have been better if he didn't ask, because asking made Wen Zhixia even more angry.

"So you've always felt that I had someone else in my heart, and you weren't sure if I liked you or not, so you abused me verbally, provoked me, ignored me in real life, didn't open up to me and only cared about me physically, and allowed your family to hurt me, all because you couldn't let go of your face and self-esteem, right?"

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning, Wen Zhixia, I like you, do you like me? Do you know it was me that night?"

"You didn't ask for three whole years, and you only asked when we were about to get divorced. Why?"

"Because your self-esteem trumps everything else."

Fu Ruoshi felt ashamed after being criticized by Wen Zhixia.

He seemed to be caught in a vicious circle. The more he talked, the more mistakes he made, and the further he pushed her away.

He helplessly put his arm around Wen Zhixia's shoulders, wanting to hold her in his arms. "I'm sorry, I admit, I don't know how to love someone, but I know I love you. I'll start learning from now on. Believe me, I learn everything quickly, and I'm sure I can master it."

Wen Zhixia gently pushed him away.

She understood that he didn't know how to love, but all her love for him was completely worn out by his repeated neglect, ridicule, indifference, and disappointment after every expectation.

"no need."

Wen Zhixia turned around and said, "You are the proud and noble Master Fu. You are so good at getting along with everyone and are very versatile. You are a child of destiny. You don't need to stoop so low for an ordinary woman, and you don't need to toss and turn over such a small love affair. You have a lot to do in your life. Marriage and family will only restrict your steps."

......

Fu Ruoshi didn't know how he left the hospital. He only remembered that the wind was very cold tonight, so cold that the blood in his body was frozen, as if he had lost the vitality of life.

Only after he left did Wen Zhixia stick her head out of the corridor again.

She watched his car disappear into the night quietly, her eyes red from the wind.

The next week passed peacefully. Wen Zhixia devoted herself to her busy work again. Fu Ruoshi did not look for her again, and she gradually forgot everything related to the Fu family.

This morning.

Not long after Wen Zhixia arrived at the hospital, she received a call from the emergency room saying that a patient with burns wanted to see her and she would not leave unless she went.

Out of a sense of responsibility towards the patient, Wen Zhixia agreed to go.

The patient was a woman. She was wearing sportswear, a baseball cap, sunglasses and a mask. Her long black hair was loose, covering her entire face tightly.

"Hello, I'm Wen Zhixia. Are you looking for me?" Wen Zhixia saw that she looked strange and thought she had burned her face. "Is your face injured? Can I take a look?"

The woman shook her head, stood up, pointed to her calf, and said nothing.

Wen Zhixia thought she was disabled, so she squatted down to confirm with her, "Is this where you're injured?"

The woman nodded.

"Okay, please sit on the bed and let me help you." Wen Zhixia gently lifted her legs, and rolled up her trouser legs little by little for fear of hurting her.

Just as she was carefully checking, the woman quietly took out a sharp fruit knife.