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

Fu Ruoshi is now more irritated when he hears about divorce, the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the cooling-off period than when he hears about stock prices, new regulations, and the China Securities Regulatory Commission.

The temperature rose several degrees again.

"Who's stalling for time with you?" he said irritably. "You're still mad at me even though I'm in this state. Are you trying to take advantage of my illness to kill me?"

"Who wants to kill you?" Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes at him. "I'm just reminding you."

"I don't have Alzheimer's," Fu Ruoshi said gruffly, changing the subject. "It's so hot, I want to take a shower."

Wen Zhixia objected, "No, your wound cannot touch water right now."

"Can I wipe it off?"

Fu Ruoshi ripped off his pajamas and walked to the bathroom with his hands on his shoulders. "It's hard for me to even bend over now. All you know is divorce, divorce, divorce. You're a doctor, but you have no sympathy at all."

When he walked, his shoulders and back were very stiff. The wounds on his back had turned dark purple, and some of the cracks were still torn, which looked quite scary.

Seeing that he was having difficulty moving, Wen Zhixia helped him get a basin of hot water. "I'm outside. Call me if you need anything."

Fu Ruoshi was angry but kept silent.

He wet the towel without wringing it out and just applied it directly to his body.

The hot water splashed on his back and he grimaced in pain.

"...Forget it," Wen Zhixia saw that he was clumsy and pointed at the bathtub, "You go in, I'll do it."

Fu Ruoshi's expression lit up with joy, and he quickly did as he was told.

Wen Zhixia wrung out the towel and helped him wipe the uninjured areas first.

She usually did this when applying and changing dressings for patients, and at this moment she treated Fu Ruoshi as a patient as well.

Fu Ruoshi had to admit that her father's beating did earn her renewed care and attention.

He unilaterally felt that the return on investment was worth it.

Wen Zhixia took a basin of warm water, wet the towel, and gently wiped Fu Ruoshi's back and waist.

Her movements were too gentle and Fu Ruoshi felt a little itchy.

"Can you be a little harder?" He turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow. "Your hand was so light, I thought you were teasing me."

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If Wen Zhixia had a worse temper, she would have hit him with the towel in her hand.

But the doctor's sense of responsibility and rigor prevented her from doing so. She chose to ignore him because she knew that the more she argued with him, the more excited he would become.

Fu Ruoshi was quiet for a while, but when Wen Zhixia bent down and squatted beside to wash the towels, he saw her serious expression and the beads of sweat on her snow-white neck and ears, and he became agitated.

He leaned over and kissed Wen Zhixia on the earlobe.

Wen Zhixia felt a numbness all over her body, and she subconsciously waved her hand to block it. The towel in her hand hit Fu Ruoshi's back, right where his wounds were most concentrated.

Fu Ruoshi screamed and his face turned pale.

"Ah," Wen Zhixia said unintentionally, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Fu Ruoshi covered his back with his hands, unable to speak due to the pain. He was quiet for a while, but he didn't give up. He tried several times to find an opportunity to kiss her again, and even wanted to pull Wen Zhixia into the bathtub and kiss her.

But he overestimated his condition. After Wen Zhixia hit him just now, she seemed to have touched the switch. Whenever Fu Ruoshi made the slightest movement, she would press the wound on his back.

He will be obedient after one click.

The balcony window was not closed, and Mrs. Li could hear Fu Ruoshi's screams from downstairs.

She came up worriedly and knocked on the door carefully, "Mr. Fu, Madam, do you need any help?"

"Mrs. Li, help...!"

Fu Ruoshi just asked for help when Wen Zhixia covered his mouth with her hand and said, "No, no, just go ahead and do your thing!"

Hearing the young lady's words, Sister Li felt relieved, "Okay, okay, I'll go down first."

Only after confirming that Mrs. Li had left did Wen Zhixia let go of Fu Ruoshi.

This bath was like a battle. Whenever Fu Ruoshi wanted to kiss her, she would press him. Fu Ruoshi was an indomitable person. He kept fighting despite repeated failures, which led to Wen Zhixia hitting him harder and harder.

"Grandma...ancestor..." Fu Ruoshi was pressed by her and felt both pain and itch. He begged for mercy with a mixture of laughter and anger, "I won't move anymore. Can you please stop? I beg you..."

Wen Zhixia was also about to laugh at his antics. She put her hand on his back and threatened, "What will happen if you move again?"

"Don't dare to move." Fu Ruoshi also looked at her.

When she smiled, her eyes were like crescent moons, but at this moment her smile also contained a hint of forced restraint and dissatisfaction, making her look even more coquettish and adorable.

Wen Zhixia looked into his burning gaze, and felt an indescribable throbbing in her heart.

She shifted her gaze from his eyes to his dimples, "Now that you've wiped it, come out and don't slip."

Fu Ruoshi smiled cunningly, "When I get better, I will immediately make you safe."

Wen Zhixia wiped her hands and asked, "What do you mean? Who are you going to deal with?"

In Fu Ruoshi's eyes, her action seemed like she was going to press his back again.

PTSD. He shut up.

Wen Zhixia threw him clean pajamas and said, "Put them on, don't catch a cold and infect me."

Fu Ruoshi slowly put on his pajamas, and when he saw Wen Zhixia packing up to leave, he felt separation anxiety.

"Where are you going?"

"Go home." Wen Zhixia turned around and left as a matter of course.

Just as she reached the door, a force suddenly pulled her back.

"Fu Ruoshi, what are you doing?" Wen Zhixia struggled. "Let go! Your wound was just bandaged, I don't want to bandage it again!"

Fu Ruoshi refused. He held Wen Zhixia tightly with his arms. Even though the wound on his back was pulled and hurt a lot, he was reluctant to let go.

He was afraid that if he let her go, she would leave again, and he wouldn't be able to see her for a long time.

"Let me hold you for a while," Fu Ruoshi said in a low, hoarse voice, "I haven't hugged you for a long time, really. I'm going crazy."

After hearing this, Wen Zhixia felt a complicated bitterness in her heart.

She couldn't tell whether she felt sorry for his injuries or his humble appearance.

In her heart, he has always been that proud, unrestrained and free boy, and he shouldn't have fallen to the point of bowing to love.

But soon, she put away her distress and said coldly, "Okay, hold it, you can only hold it for a few days anyway."

After hearing this, Fu Ruoshi felt his heart hurt a thousand times more than his back.

He had ended up in this situation today, hurting his enemies by a thousand and himself by a thousand, and even losing his wife. He was regretting it to the point of going crazy.

Before this.

After confirming that Wen Zhixia's arm stitches had been removed, Fu Ruoshi went back to see Fu Keming.

He asked Fu Keming to ask the Xu family for 50 million yuan in compensation in the name of the Fu family.

When Fu Keming heard this, he became furious.

"You are so brave!"

He kicked Fu Ruoshi on the calf, and Fu Ruoshi was caught off guard and knelt down on one knee.

Fu Keming took a leather belt and hit him on the back.

The leather belt was hard and thick, and it made a snapping sound the moment it hit him, causing Fu Ruoshi to have tinnitus on the spot.

But he didn't hide, and even provoked Fu Keming, saying, "Fuck you! This piece of clothing of mine cost 400,000! Do you have eyes?"

He took off his shirt, shook his strong shoulders and said to Fu Keming, "One fight, ten million." Fu Ruoshi smiled very jerkishly, "After the fight, take me to the Xu family to ask for the money, okay?"

"I'm going to beat you to death today!"

Under Fu Ruoshi's deliberate provocation, Fu Keming's attacks became more ruthless, each one heavier than the last.

After more than a dozen hits, Fu Ruoshi was covered in cold sweat.

"Song Ailing's sister-in-law's family is laundering money," he endured the pain, took a deep breath, but pressed on, "I have the money laundering list. Do you know what will happen if I hand it over to the Discipline Inspection Commission? Fu family or Song family, which unlucky person are you going to send to jail?"

"you dare!"

Fu Keming kicked him on the back.

Fu Ruoshi almost vomited blood.

But his face remained calm. He looked up at Fu Keming and said with a smile, "Old Fu, are you angry? Wow, you're not scared anymore, are you?"

Fu Ruoshi enjoyed provoking his father, and irritating Fu Keming, who always kept his emotions secret, was his daily hobby.

This is also what Fu Keming hates most about him.

My son threatened me, and I had no choice but to beat him to vent my anger. My authority was shaken.

"I've drafted the contract." Fu Ruoshi's sweat dripped onto the ground, forming a small puddle. He took a deep breath and knelt straight again. "Just sign it."

Fu Keming: "Don't even think about it!"

Following the sound, another whip came.

Fu Ruoshi felt a burning sensation on his back, as if it was about to bloom.

But in his heart, he was willing to take the beating anyway.

This was his punishment for himself and his apology to Wen Zhixia.

He gritted his teeth and supported himself on the floor. Although he couldn't finish his words, he still smiled. "...If you don't sign...I'll sign for you...If you don't go to get it, I'll go to the Xu family to get it...You decide..."

Fu Keming was so angry that he was sweating profusely and his belt was covered in blood.

Song Ailing was drinking tea downstairs, listening to Fu Keming's roar and the sound of his belt in the study, without any intention of going up to persuade him.

In the end, Fu Ruoshi's consciousness was blurred, and he did not faint only because of his amazing willpower.

"Old Fu, I won't leave unless you sign."

Fu Keming was also tired of fighting. The two of them were like two leopards fighting to the point of exhaustion, but still refusing to let go.

Finally, Fu Keming threw the belt and said, "Come to Wanqing Villa to find me in three days."