What? The villain wants to marry me?

A parent-teacher meeting rekindled Fu Ruoan's resistance to school. She had never expected that this elementary school was so competitive.

Then from junior high school, high school, college to entering society, wouldn’t there be comparison everywhere?

But why didn’t she notice it when she was reading?

Fu Ruoan didn't even think about it. Both she and her original self attended aristocratic schools. Not to mention whether the other students were comparable to her, with her thick-skinnedness, she would think that the other students were trying to make friends with her unless they came in front of her.

How could she have imagined that the other person was comparing herself with her?

Besides, she was so oblivious to what was happening outside when she was studying that no one would want to bother with a nerd.

Although Fu Ruoan was just pretending.

Otherwise, Fu Mingde wouldn't have said before that she didn't even do her homework while studying.

What's more, this kind of comparison doesn't start in elementary school, people have been comparing since they were born.

By the time she got to work, Fu Ruoan hadn't recovered yet. She knew that this was how society was, but looking at children who were only a few years old and still ignorant, they didn't learn anything else but learned to compare with others.

I just feel like something is wrong.

Sighing again, Fu Ruoan felt that he was too idle, so he had time to think about all kinds of things.

So try to keep yourself busy.

Xie Qingran had already arranged the company's affairs and was preparing to leave for the Middle East.

But before leaving, his feet couldn't help but walk towards Fu Ruoan.

Looking at the busy Fu Ruoan, she stopped again and stood not far away watching.

Xie Qingran looked at him for a long time before leaving.

He did not say goodbye to Fu Ruoan in person, but just sent her a message saying that he was going to the Middle East and asked her to call him if she had any questions.

An hour had passed when Fu Ruoan saw the message. After thinking about it, he replied: Well, everything went well.

At that time, Xie Qingran was on the plane and didn't look at his phone.

Fu Ruoan found that he seemed to be a little listless recently, and inexplicably thought of Xie Qingran.

But she is the kind of person who thinks nothing is difficult in the world as long as she is willing to give up.

I only persisted in investing in my own business for a while, but was eventually devastated.

This weekend, Fu Ruoan first went to the old house to have a meal with his grandparents, and then went to his grandfather's house in the afternoon.

To her surprise, Xu Yang was at home.

She was puzzled: "Huh? Cousin, why aren't you at work? Are you staying at home with grandpa?"

But Xu Yang was completely listless and didn't move when he heard Fu Ruan's voice.

Fu Ruoan was very surprised. He reached out and patted his shoulder and asked, "Cousin, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

Xu Yang then looked at Fu Ruoan with a sad face and said in a tearful voice: "Cousin, my parents are divorced."

Although Fu Ruoan knew that his uncle and aunt were getting a divorce, he didn't expect them to divorce so soon.

He opened his mouth and said, "Well, cousin, don't be sad. We won't get involved in adult matters. But you are sad too. Although my uncle and aunt are divorced, their love for you will definitely not change."

Hearing Fu Ruoan's words, Xu Yang almost burst into tears: "That's not true. My mother only took my brother away and didn't even mention me. When she came back here, she only packed up their things and didn't even talk to me."

Ah this...

Fu Ruoan was silent.

But looking at Xu Yang who was in a sad mood, Fu Ruoan racked his brains to find the right words to comfort him.

"Cousin, maybe my aunt just...didn't react for a moment. After all, she and my uncle have been married for so many years, and divorce is a big blow to her.

However, due to her uncle's work, she had no choice but to leave in order to protect her children.

But she loves her children, there is no doubt about that, so don't be sad."

Xu Yang: "But she also supported my dad when he chose this path."

Fu Ruoan: “But no one expected that my uncle would be so capable and reach this position.

Add to that my uncle's hatred for evil, wouldn't it be easy for him to offend others and then be retaliated against?"

Xu Yang was speechless. Should he blame his father for being too capable?

Fu Ruoan looked around the house and didn't see Xu Jianguo, so he asked, "Grandpa isn't home?"

Xu Yang: "Grandpa went out to play chess with Grandpa Zhou next door."

Fu Ruoan: "Did he know that my aunt had returned and was packing up to leave?"

Xu Yang: “Maybe you know?”

Fu Ruoan nodded and said nothing more.

They had dinner at Xu's house. In the past, Fu Ruoan would say something to liven up the atmosphere at the dinner table, but today she was too embarrassed to laugh anymore.

I ate in silence, chatted with my grandfather for a while, and then went back to Fu's house.

The same thing was repeated every day after that.

Go to work, get off work, eat lunch, and go home after get off work.

It's already March in the blink of an eye.

Xie Qingran has been gone for more than half a month.

At first, Fu Ruoan sent messages to Xie Qingran out of boredom, and she always replied, but then there was no response.

Fu Ruoan couldn't help but feel worried. Could something have happened to Xie Qingran in the Middle East?

Then she realized what was going on and pouted twice.

Xie Qingran is so capable, so nothing will happen to him.

But Xie Qingran hasn’t replied to his messages recently?

Ugh.

After sighing for the nth time, Fu Ruoan lay down directly on the table.

Qu Xilan came over with the documents and happened to see Fu Ruoan's expression.

Then he smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

These words made Fu Ruoan feel guilty.

She didn't do much work, how could she be tired?

She quickly sat up straight and said, "No, Sister Qu, I'll just lie down for a while."

Qu Xilan smiled and said, "Okay, then you lie down, I'll take some documents to the conference room."

Seeing Qu Xilan taking the documents and about to leave, Fu Ruoan suddenly called her: "Sister Qu."

Qu Xilan turned around and looked at Fu Ruoan in confusion, saying, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Fu Ruoan felt a little regretful the moment she called out to Qu Xilan, but since she had already called out, she could only bite the bullet and speak:

"Um, Sister Qu, has Mr. Xie contacted you?"

Qu Xilan looked at Fu Ruoan in surprise and said, "No? Are you looking for Mr. Xie for something?"

Fu Ruoan: "Ah? No, I... I'm just a little worried about her. It's been more than half a month, and she's nowhere to be found."

Qu Xilan smiled: "Don't worry about that. This kind of situation is common for President Xie. Not to mention more than half a month, President Xie sometimes didn't come to the company for half a year. Don't worry, President Xie has made all the arrangements in the company, and there will be no trouble."

Fu Ruoan felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Why didn't this person say anything, causing her to worry in vain?

Qu Xilan didn't speak to Fu Ruoan anymore and went to the meeting room with the documents.

When Fu Ruoan returned home from get off work, she suddenly didn't want to go to the company anymore. Xie Qingran was not there, so it would be boring for her to go.

Thinking of this, Fu Ruoan suddenly sat up straight, her face showing horror. What was she thinking just now? Why did she feel that it was boring when Xie Qingran was not at work?

What does her going to work have to do with Xie Qingran?

Moreover, has she been too concerned about Xie Qingran recently, and is even worried that something might happen to her in the Middle East?

What's going on? Is she worried about Xie Qingran?!

No, why would she worry about Xie Qingran?

Seeing Fu Ruoan leaning on the sofa as if he had no bones when he came back, he suddenly sat up like a spring.

Fu Xicheng was watching from the side, almost thinking that she was possessed by something.