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

Fu Ruoshi had just picked up a dried radish when his chopsticks stopped moving.

He thought for a moment, lowered his head and sent two messages.

Then, his brows relaxed and he held up his phone for Wen Zhixia to see.

Secretary Chen: [Hello, Mr. Fu, the chairman went to Singapore today and will probably return to China the day after tomorrow]

"Look," Fu Ruoshi looked at her with a smile in his eyes, "You old fool, he lied to you, but he didn't scare you, did he?"

His eyes were deep and affectionate, and when he smiled he looked as open-minded and elegant as a nobleman, looking down on everyone. But when he mentioned Fu Keming, his smile became a little more vicious, and even his affectionate eyes were tainted with a bit of evil.

Wen Zhixia also breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head, "He didn't scare me. He's not my father."

She knew that Fu Ruoshi maintained good contact with several close associates of Fu Keming, so he could know Fu Keming's movements clearly at any time and anywhere.

"I didn't scare you, so why are you so nervous?" Fu Ruoshi raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "Are you worried about me?"

He sat down next to her and took her arm. "Let me see if the wound is healed."

The moment his fingers touched her arm, Wen Zhixia pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.

She moved away a little, keeping an arm's length away from him, and said, "Fu Ruoshi, I still want to emphasize that we are divorced. Please explain this situation clearly to your family, and please don't do anything for me anymore. Thank you, I can't bear it."

The meaning of her words was very clear. First, she wanted to thank Fu Ruoshi for helping her deal with Xu Hui, and second, she wanted to draw a clear line with him again.

Seeing that she always drew the line so decisively, Fu Ruoshi's leisurely expression turned sour.

"Wen Zhixia, didn't I agree to get married with you?" He said coldly, "What else do you want? You don't have to emphasize it all the time, right? What? Are you afraid that I'll renege?"

As soon as he turned his face, Wen Zhixia wanted to laugh.

In the eyes of many people, Young Master Fu is a jade-faced Shura, and once he turns against someone, there will be bloodshed. But in Wen Zhixia's eyes, this man is very childish, and he will overturn the table if he doesn't get his way.

And every time he is in the wrong, he acts as if others are being unreasonable.

Is she emphasizing divorce?

Isn’t it Song Ailing who is pressing on step by step?

Isn’t it Xu Hui who has an ambiguous relationship with him?

Isn’t this his actual action of going home for a few days after three years of marriage?

Wasn't it his heartbreaking words, 'She is obedient, she has less trouble, and she brings prosperity to my career'?

"I'm not emphasizing, I'm stating the facts." Wen Zhixia calmly took a sip of coffee. "Thank you for the breakfast. I don't have much of an appetite. Do you want to eat it? If not, I'll feed it to the wild cats."

Fu Ruoshi folded his hands coldly, looked at her without saying a word, his face ashen.

He asked himself that it would be impossible for him to spend so much time and energy on another woman in his life, and no one would dare to reject him so many times.

I just hope to be seen by her.

I just want to prove that she is in my heart.

This feeling of being ignored made Fu Ruoshi panic for no reason. He couldn't accept it. He would rather she got angry and cursed than accept her ignoring him.

"Wen Zhixia, why are you so stubborn?" Fu Ruoshi gritted his teeth.

Wen Zhixia had a calm expression.

He couldn't understand why ordinary people took it as normal for things to go against their wishes, and he had never experienced the so-called nine out of ten things in life that are not as he wished.

So he just didn't want to give in.

"I drink coffee, no oil or salt." Wen Zhixia put down the cup, "I can endure any bitterness, but I just don't like oil and salt."

Fu Ruoshi couldn't argue with her and his teeth were almost broken.

"Wen Zhixia, are you deliberately trying to piss me off?" He slammed the table and stood up. "Do you feel good provoking me and watching me lose my composure and lose my temper?"

Wasn't he the same once?

He deliberately got close to other women, deliberately used harsh words to provoke her, watched her feel lost, watched her cry, watched her extreme emotional reactions, and only then did he feel that he was valued by her.

At this time, Wen Zhixia's heart was no longer troubled.

She said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, don't think too much about it."

!!!

Fu Ruoshi's blood pressure is high.

He wanted to get angry, but when he saw Wen Zhixia's pale and weak face, and her right arm that was struggling to lift it, and thought of all the neglect and hurt he had done to her in the past, he couldn't vent his anger at all.

Young Master Fu, who once enjoyed settling scores, now dares not speak out.

"I just have too much fucking time!"

He snorted coldly, picked up his clothes and left.

When he reached the door, he turned around and saw Wen Zhixia sitting quietly at the table looking at her phone. The sunlight shone on her face, which was white and almost transparent, like a painting, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

He felt a surge of pity for no reason.

"Eat your fucking breakfast! Don't waste food."

After saying this, he finally decided to leave, bluffing by slamming the door shut.

After he left, Wen Zhixia finished her coffee, looked at the dishes that Fu Ruoshi had hardly touched, and naturally took his soup.

The next second, she put the bowl down.

Fu Ruoshi is very picky about food. When the two of them eat together, he refuses to eat this or that.

Sometimes he would eat a few bites, answer a phone call and leave again. Wen Zhixia felt it was a pity to throw away those precious foods, so she ate them herself.

Now that they are about to get divorced, she still can't help but continue to behave like she did when she was married.

Wen Zhixia, wake up, you are divorced.

You don't love him anymore.

You are about to start a new life.

At the same time, Fu Ruoshi was full of anger and walked past the inpatient department very quickly.

I happened to meet Xiaoya coming out of the ward.

"Mr. Fu!" Xiaoya greeted him warmly, "Good morning. Are you here to see Sister Zhixia? Don't worry, we're here for you."

Thinking of her good relationship with Wen Zhixia, Fu Ruoshi was more polite to her.

He said, "Please take good care of her. She is mute and doesn't know how to call for help when she is in pain. As long as she is still breathing, she won't ask for help."

Xiaoya smiled and said, "Mr. Fu, you know her very well. You are just like what Sister Zhixia said, she is humorous and interesting."

"what?"

A hint of joy appeared on Fu Ruoshi's face. "What else did she praise me for?"

Xiaoya looked hesitant, "Well... you should ask her yourself."

Fu Ruoshi: "If I could ask her, would I even ask you?"

Xiaoya could see that the couple was having a little quarrel. One of them insisted that she was his wife, and the other insisted that they wanted a divorce.

"At the time, everyone in our department was saying, 'Mr. Fu, you're the most handsome man since Jincheng No. 1 Middle School was founded,'" Xiaoya said. "I didn't know you and Sister Zhixia were a couple then. I even asked Sister Zhixia if she knew you."

Fu Ruoshi's ears almost pricked up, "What did she say?"

"She said," Xiaoya coughed, "she said she's face-blind and can't tell if a man is handsome or not. Tell me, isn't she very low-key?"