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

Chapter 97: Eating at a Fly Restaurant Together

Xu Guangcai's words were also a test for Fu Keming. If Fu Keming nodded, he could still cut off the weight and quantity even if Fu Ruoshi objected.

As a result, Fu Keming was also speechless because of his stinginess, so he called out to Fu Ruoshi.

When doing business, one is not afraid of bargaining, but what is feared is that the other party will leave without even bargaining. Moreover, Xu Hui's money laundering list is still in his hands, so Xu Guangcai can only consider it as a loss to avoid disaster.

He gritted his teeth and held up five fingers. "This amount, plus a large flat in our Xu Real Estate, is that okay?"

Fu Keming still didn't say anything and glanced at Fu Ruoshi indifferently.

"Fifty million?" Fu Ruoshi sat up straight. "Uncle, you're so generous. Thank you on behalf of my wife. When will the money arrive?"

Xu Guangcai choked.

What he wanted to say was 500,000, plus a large flat worth 5 million, but Fu Ruoshi asked for 50 million, which made him lose face.

"Five million." Xu Guangcai admitted that he was unlucky and said patiently, "Xiao Fu, Mr. Fu, we really can't come up with 50 million. If you don't believe me, go ask our company's finance department."

Five million plus a house would be fine, Fu Ruoshi thought, giving Wen Zhixia a little appetizer first, and then little by little, giving her all he could.

"make a deal."

The sun sets and the moon rises, and a busy day is coming to an end.

Wen Zhixia was busy in the department until after eight o'clock in the evening and didn't even have time to drink water.

After the last consultation, she returned to the office exhausted and opened her phone to check the messages.

Fu Ruoshi was very honest all day. He didn't keep sending messages asking her when she would get off work, nor did he keep complaining about being hungry or in pain.

He only posted one photo, of a noodle restaurant.

[This place tastes very similar to the one near No. 1 Middle School. Do you want to eat there after get off work?]

Wen Zhixia was so busy all day that she only ate a piece of bread. When she saw the noodle shop, she would be lying if she said she wasn't greedy.

But he had a fever and his injuries hadn't healed yet, so why would he go out and eat noodles?

So she replied, "Why are you running around instead of resting at home?"

Less than two seconds after she sent the message, Fu Ruoshi called.

"Are you off work?" He said with a hint of joy, "I'm at your door."

???

Are you here to block me again?

Wen Zhixia's forehead was throbbing.

Forget it, he still has a fever, so don’t bother with him.

Wen Zhixia packed up her things and left the office.

As soon as she arrived at the gate, she saw Fu Ruoshi standing next to the G with broad shoulders and straight back, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking dazed.

The evening breeze blew his white shirt, making him look elegant and graceful in the sunset.

"Why smoke when you're sick?" Wen Zhixia stepped forward and took the cigarette from his lips. "You're not allowed to smoke."

Fu Ruoshi was a little dazed because of the fever. He got out of the car to get some fresh air, but he became a little dazed as he stood there.

Only when he saw Wen Zhixia, undisguised joy and tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Wen Zhixia saw that his cheeks had become thinner in just a few days, and she couldn't bear to refuse him again, for fear that he would be so angry that he would faint.

"It's too stuffy at home, I wanted to go out and get some fresh air," Fu Ruoshi explained to her, "and I ended up here with you."

In fact, he found a noodle shop specifically for her and came to the hospital to wait for her.

"Come on, have dinner with me," Fu Ruoshi urged her to the car. "You still have to go back to apply medicine tonight, so you have to eat."

Wen Zhixia was half-heartedly pushed into the car by him. She wanted to refuse, but then she felt that he was just a patient now, and as a doctor, she should be less critical of him and more tolerant.

Fifteen minutes later.

The car stopped in front of a small restaurant that was very crowded.

Wen Zhixia looked at this fly-in-the-wall restaurant that didn't even have a sign, and was shocked to see that everyone had to sit outside and there were still many people waiting in line but couldn't get a seat.

She turned around and saw Fu Ruoshi parking his car across the street and walking towards her. He was wearing a dark grey trench coat, looking elegant and still nonchalant with a smile on his face, attracting the attention of passersby.

Wen Zhixia really felt a sense of disconnect between this noble young man from this corrupt world and this small, fly-infested restaurant.

Fu Ruoshi made an appointment with the boss early in the morning, and the boss specially cleared out the attic for him.

"Is this your wife?" The boss greeted Wen Zhixia warmly. "She's so beautiful and elegant. You two are such a perfect match."

Wen Zhixia's face froze, "Well, actually we are not..."

"Actually, we both don't like spicy food." Fu Ruoshi interrupted her, "She doesn't like spicy food. I'll order a little bit, and then add some side dishes. You can serve whatever you like."

The boss understood what he meant and trotted off to prepare.

Wen Zhixia was dissatisfied, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who is your wife?"

"Just saying it casually, why are you so serious?" Fu Ruoshi laughed at her, "When you go out, you give yourself the identity you want. You have no relationship with them, and they don't check your household registration. Look at me, I say I am the prince everywhere I go."

Wen Zhixia asked unhappily, "If they ask for details, won't you be exposed?"

"It's all fine as long as you can make it up," Fu Ruoshi wiped the chopsticks and handed them to her. "What I know, they don't know. What I don't know, they don't know either. Even if it's revealed, just say I remembered it wrongly. Who would care? This isn't an academic conference. We're all here for fun and will forget it the moment we turn around."

Wen Zhixia pressed him, "Aren't those who talk nonsense all the time eroding other people's trust?"

"Business is like this, with falsehoods and truths, and people testing each other. Those who are too honest have already been eaten to pieces," Fu Ruoshi said. "Since you're at the table to play, don't be shy. If you don't want to play, leave the table. The worst thing is someone who clearly wants to play but is hesitant."

Wen Zhixia understood the double-dealing and testing in their business world, but she just couldn't accept him bringing this kind of tactics into their marital relationship.

She had been married to Fu Ruoshi for so long, but today was the first time she heard him talk about business matters. It was also the first time she had eaten with him in a cheap restaurant and listened to him talk about all sorts of irrelevant yet interesting things.

Simple life, simple happiness.

Such a scene was a luxury for her in the past. When Fu Ruoshi came home, he was either listening to a phone call or leaving after eating a few bites. He would not order food for her, would not ask her if she liked spicy food, would not wash her chopsticks, and would not chat with her.

If only all this had happened earlier, if only he had done this a year ago, she might really not be willing to leave him.

But it's too late now.

Wen Zhixia felt a little choked in the throat, so she quickly swallowed a mouthful of tea.

Soon, the boss brought the noodles and the hot pot of beef and mutton lung slices. "Eat them while they're hot. Call me if you need anything."

"Eat quickly," Fu Ruoshi urged Wen Zhixia, "it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Wen Zhixia was already drooling at the aroma of the beef noodles, and couldn't wait to drink the soup as soon as it was served.

"Um!!!!"

She was amazed at the taste, feeling her internal organs drifting with ecstasy. "This is what it tasted like in high school! Could this be the same boss? Did you really find that boss?!"

"Not really," Fu Ruoshi smiled at her, but felt a pang of sadness in his heart. "I asked someone to find out, and the taste is indeed similar. As long as you like it, it's fine."

He had a fever and everything he ate tasted bland, but getting Wen Zhixia's approval made him hundreds of times happier than eating all the delicacies from land and sea.

And she was so happy just for such a simple bowl of beef noodles that cost less than twenty yuan.

Fu Ruoshi felt like a bastard again.

"Why don't you eat?" Wen Zhixia had already eaten half a bowl, and seeing that Fu Ruoshi had only eaten a little, she asked, "You don't like it?"

Fu Ruoshi watched her eat happily and felt full with happiness.

"No," he said, taking two symbolic bites. "I drank too much water this afternoon, so I'm not very hungry."

Wen Zhixia leaned over to look into his bowl and asked, "Then I'll help you eat?"

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her chopsticks to pick up some food. Fu Ruoshi quickly covered the bowl with his hand and said, "Mine is too spicy. You have a bad stomach. Don't eat it."

Wen Zhixia's heart softened again.

"I can eat it," she slapped his hand away, "This noodle is clean and delicious, don't waste it."

She took his bowl and put the noodles into her own bowl.

Seeing her eating so happily, Fu Ruoshi felt all his worries disappeared.

Why didn’t I have more meals with her like this before?

Things like being busy with work and having to attend meetings are all excuses.

He could even overcome all difficulties in getting his company listed, so how could he not be able to just have a meal with her?

"Then I'll eat yours." Thinking of this, Fu Ruoshi took Wen Zhixia's bowl and said, "Let's not waste it."

Wen Zhixia was stunned for a moment, smiled, and did not refuse.

The cold and mysterious nobleman also has such a down-to-earth side, eating other people's leftover noodles, and in such a cheap restaurant.

"Boss, give her another bottle of Arctic Ocean."

Fu Ruoshi waved his hand, and at the same time, his cell phone vibrated.