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

Wen Zhixia rolled up her trouser legs without noticing, but did not see any wounds.

"Hello, may I ask,"

As soon as she raised her head, the woman swung the fruit knife and chopped straight at her right hand!

"what!"

The moment the cold light approached, Wen Zhixia raised her arm to block it. The sharp blade passed over her palm, cut through her white coat, and left a long bloody wound on her arm.

"Wen Zhixia! I'm going to kill you!"

This voice is Xu Hui!!!

Wen Zhixia was shocked. At this time, Xu Hui had become extremely thin, with a dark complexion, sunken cheeks, cloudy eyes, and a pungent smell of tobacco on her body. She seemed like a completely different person.

Wen Zhixia endured the severe pain, got up and ran away.

"Help!"

The corridor was crowded with people. Xu Hui was chasing after someone like crazy, holding a fruit knife. Her hair was disheveled and her fangs were bared. She looked so scary that no one dared to stop her.

Seeing that she couldn't catch up, she grabbed a trash can on the ground and smashed it at Wen Zhixia's back.

Wen Zhixia stumbled and fell to the ground. She struggled for a long time before getting up, and then she felt a sharp pain on her head.

Xu Hui grabbed her hair tightly, raised the shining knife in her hand, and was about to stab her throat.

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

The sharp blade fell, and Wen Zhixia closed his eyes in despair.

The next second, she didn't feel the expected pain.

She opened her eyes.

Xu Hui's wrist was firmly grasped by someone, with the tip of the knife only a few centimeters away from her face.

Wen Zhixia looked up along the blade and saw that Fu Ruoshi's face was pale, veins bulged on his arms, and his rapid and heavy breathing suggested that his adrenaline had reached its peak.

With a scream, Xu Hui's wrist was violently twisted to the side.

The knife fell to the ground, and Fu Ruoshi raised his foot and kicked it away.

Immediately afterwards, several security guards pushed aside the onlookers and captured Xu Hui.

After making sure Wen Zhixia was out of danger, Fu Ruoshi could no longer control himself and hugged her in his arms, "It's okay... I, I'm here... Don't be afraid..."

He was trying to comfort her, but his voice was shaking.

Wen Zhixia was hugged so tightly by him that she could hardly breathe.

He pressed her against his chest and she could hear his heartbeat, which was as deafening as thunder.

This was the first time Wen Zhixia trembled with fear when she saw Fu Ruo, but she quickly convinced herself that it was just his adrenaline getting out of control in extreme circumstances.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she comforted him, "Let me go, there are so many people..."

Fu Ruoshi obediently let go, but still maintained the posture of protecting her behind him.

"Wen Zhixia! You will die a horrible death!" Xu Hui cursed, "Your grandfather deserved to die! Why are you blaming me for it?"

Hearing Grandpa, Wen Zhixia calmed down.

She turned around and looked at Xu Hui coldly, "He and you have no relationship at all, why did you want to provoke him? You could have come to me, why did you hurt my family?"

"You're shameless!!!" Xu Hui's face twisted, "You're shameless! All of you in the Wen family are shameless! You seduced Fu Ruoshi to sleep with him, and now you're reluctant to divorce! It was Song Ailing who made me go! You're the one who killed your grandfather!"

"shut up!"

Fu Ruoshi shouted, "Divorce what?! Who said I want to divorce her?! It's all groundless, all rumors!"

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar around him.

There are also many colleagues from the burn department here. They would never have thought that the usually taciturn Wen Zhixia is actually the eldest lady of the richest man in Jincheng!

Not to mention Xu Hui, even Wen Zhixia was dumbfounded.

Fu Ruoshi's words were equivalent to making their relationship public.

How can she hold her head up in the department?

In the past, Song Ailing was afraid that her son would use a loudspeaker to shout, but now, her own son is shouting with the loudspeaker himself.

"No, we are divorced!" she explained hurriedly.

Fu Ruoshi remained calm: "It's just a quarrel between husband and wife, don't take it seriously."

"Fu Ruoshi!" Wen Zhixia was so angry that her wounds split open.

Fu Ruoshi saw that her face was pale with pain and blood was seeping out of her white coat, and then he realized that she was also injured.

"Where's the doctor and the nurse?" He finally lost his composure. "My wife is injured. Don't just stand there!"

The onlookers finally came back to their senses from their shock.

Several nurses took Wen Zhixia to the emergency room and treated her wounds, while several security guards dragged Xu Hui away.

Xu Hui's sharp voice still echoed in the corridor -

"Wen Zhixia you bitch!!!"

"Wen Zhixia, you will not die a good death!!!"

Wen Zhixia felt nothing in her heart as she listened to Xu Hui's vicious curse, except for the pain in her scratched arm that made her break out in a cold sweat.

If she had reacted a little slower, her right hand would have been crippled.

"Nurse, please be gentle. My wife is afraid of pain." Fu Ruoshi's face was full of worry. "Gentle, gentler..."

Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes at him and said, "Stand away and don't disturb others."

Fu Ruoshi nodded immediately, took a few steps back, took off his suit and hung it behind the door.

The moment he took it off, Wen Zhixia saw that the back of his shirt was soaked with sweat.

The nurse was carefully disinfecting Wen Zhixia's arm. The wound was not long, but it was quite deep and it looked like it would need stitches.

Fu Ruoshi squatted beside Wen Zhixia, looking at her bloody wound, feeling distressed and blaming himself, and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

If he had been a second late, he couldn't even imagine how he would live if something happened to Wen Zhixia.

He couldn't even describe the feeling he had towards Xu Hui with just the word "hate".

"By the way, why are you here again?"

Wen Zhixia's voice was weak, and she was obviously trying hard to endure the pain.

Fu Ruoshi replied, "Grandma said she had eczema and it was so itchy she couldn't sleep, so she insisted on having you see her. She kept urging me this morning, and I had no choice but to accept her urging. You didn't even reply to my message, so I decided to try my luck."

After saying that, he took out his cell phone and showed her grandma's call records. It was indeed from this morning.

Wen Zhixia felt a little emotional, as if the old man had foreseen something and saved her life.

It turned out that Xu Hui completely collapsed after being left with no other options.

Xu's father froze all the money in her bank card, and she didn't even have money for public relations operations. She watched helplessly as online public opinion fermented. Even her ID number and home address were dug out, as well as her previous college entrance examination scores, plagiarized university papers, ghostwritten graduation works, etc.

Now the school wants to take back her degree certificate, the European Art Association wants to sue her, and her visa has been revoked.

Because she had posted a lot of photos online before, Xu Hui now has to wrap herself up tightly when she goes out, for fear of being recognized.

She had been pampered and loved since she was a child, and had never suffered such injustice. She wanted to die with Wen Zhixia several times, but was afraid of going to jail. So, under the instigation of her friends, she took some illegal drugs to pluck up her courage and then fought with Wen Zhixia.

"What will happen to Xu Hui?" Wen Zhixia looked up and asked Fu Ruoshi, "Will this matter implicate you?"

Fu Ruoshi was stunned.

She is worried about herself.

Although secretly delighted, he still tried not to be as slick as before. "No, she doesn't have any leverage over me. My company has no business dealings with the Fu and Xu companies. Zhuorui's business is all overseas and clean. I built it all myself and I cherish it, so you can rest assured."

He suddenly answered the question so seriously, without beating around the bush or making jokes, and Wen Zhixia was a little uncomfortable.

"Nurse, how long will it take for my wife's injury to heal?" Fu Ruoshi couldn't help but ask, "Will it affect her ability to perform surgery on patients in the future?"

Hearing him calling her "wife" all the time, and even in front of so many outsiders, Wen Zhixia finally couldn't help it.

"Fu Ruoshi, we are divorced. Don't call me your wife anymore."