bookcurios Chapter 172 Who gives you the confidence?
Chapter 172 Who gives you the confidence?
"Now?"
Fu Ruoshi saw her standing up in a hurry and said with some disappointment, "But you haven't even taken two bites of your meal yet."
"It's just as well if you save it for dinner when you get home tonight." Wen Zhixia also felt it was a pity, but since Director Wu had called and specifically asked her to come for a consultation, there was no way she wouldn't go. "The food was delicious. Thank you, Mr. Fu."
She tidied up her appearance briefly and took a taxi outside the manor.
Fu Ruoshi looked at the back figure without any reluctance, and the food on the table that he had only eaten two bites of, and felt empty in his heart.
He felt that he was now feeling little by little the grievances that Wen Zhixia had suffered in the past three years.
Being ignored, being neglected, being laughed at, efforts not being seen, and expected feedback not being given...
Even as strong as he was, he couldn't hide his loss when the person he loved most left the table without hesitation.
During the years of their marriage, when he left after eating a few bites, he actually felt that he shouldn't have left, but he also didn't want Wen Zhixia to hide her thorns just to be a good wife to him, Fu Ruoshi.
It's a contradictory feeling. I want to get close to her, but I'm afraid of getting hurt. I want to pull out her thorns, but I don't want to see her grind off the thorns on her body...
But from now on, even if he was stabbed and covered in blood, he would still hold her tightly.
Fu Ruoshi came to his senses and chased after him.
"Wen Zhixia!"
He chased out of the manor and saw Wen Zhixia standing on the roadside with her phone. He stepped forward and said, "Don't take a taxi, I'll take you there. I'm going to Fu Keming's, it's on my way."
Wen Zhixia wanted to refuse, but when she thought about how he cooked specially for her and she hadn't even taken two bites, she nodded.
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Fu. I'll transfer the gas money to you via WeChat."
"No, you..." Fu Ruoshi's eyes turned black. "If you call me Mr. Fu again, I'll spit blood in front of you."
"Okay, Mr. Fu."
Fu Ruoshi endured the throbbing in his temples and took a long time to swallow his anger.
After all, he was determined to be the one who endured and endured in this relationship.
In order to save his lost face, Fu Ruoshi drove the coolest silver Pagani and paraded through the streets.
However, Wen Zhixia was replying to WeChat messages and answering phone calls the whole way, and she didn't even know what car she got on.
Whenever Mr. Fu wanted to chat with her, Wen Zhixia would send voice messages to other people, not giving him any chance to interrupt.
"Um, would you like some coffee?" Fu Ruoshi finally found a chance to strike up a conversation, "I'll buy some for your department..."
"Mr. Fu, could you please hurry up a bit?" Wen Zhixia urged, "The hospital is rushing me."
Fu Ruoshi tried to argue, "Don't worry, there's a speed limit in the city."
Wen Zhixia pointed at his watch speechlessly, "15 yards, I walk faster than you."
A multi-million dollar supercar acts like a small electric scooter. Someone's little tricks were exposed. He just wanted to stay with Wen Zhixia for a while longer.
I'm so busy, but how much money can I earn... Fu Ruoshi muttered to himself.
But no matter how unhappy he was, Mr. Fu no longer dared to talk back. He tried hard to learn to respect her work and career ideals, and not to interfere with her choices.
Thinking of this, he stepped on the accelerator, and the silver Pagani instantly turned into a wild horse, galloping at lightning speed.
Ten minutes later, Wen Zhixia arrived at the hospital.
"Thank you, Mr. Fu, goodbye." She jumped out of the car in a hurry and disappeared into the busy building.
Fu Ruoshi was very sad. She left in such a hurry that she would definitely not return to the manor tonight.
Thinking that he would have to stay alone in an empty room, Fu Ruoshi stood at the hospital gate for more than ten minutes in melancholy before leaving with a sigh.
As soon as Wen Zhixia returned to the department, she plunged into her busy work.
When I returned to the office after finishing my work, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
She had barely taken a sip of water when Xiaoya came in.
"Sister Zhixia," she said with difficulty, "that noble lady from last time is here to see you again."
Wen Zhixia took off her mask curiously, "Which lady?"
"That stern, cold older sister who wears Givenchy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ailing appeared at the office door.
"Wen Zhixia, please come out for a moment," she said expressionlessly, "I have something to tell you."
Is it her? Wen Zhixia felt bad.
But now she is no longer the young wife who used to swallow her anger in the Fu family because she was in the wrong. She said "oh" calmly and followed Song Ailing out.
When she reached the corridor, Song Ailing stopped and took out a contract from her Hermès bag.
"I was too busy before about your divorce with Ruoshi and never got around to it," she said, her tone expressionless. "Actually, I've been reflecting on this lately. Our family does owe you, and Ruoshi has also done something wrong."
Wen Zhixia looked at her silently, waiting for her to say but.
"Zhao Xiaoning has been repatriated and taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission," Song Ailing continued. "Xu Hui's current diagnosis is high-level paraplegia and heavy metal poisoning. She'll be bedridden for the rest of her life. If you hate them, this is enough to satisfy your anger."
After she finished speaking, she pointed to the document in her hand and said, "Fill out this divorce contract. Money is not a problem. Write as much as you want. After you sign, Fu's will transfer the money immediately."
Wen Zhixia was too lazy to even stretch out her hand.
She looked at Song Ailing and asked, "Excuse me, is this what you meant, or what Fu Ruoshi meant?"
"Does it make any difference?" Song Ailing didn't expect her to dare to ask herself this question. "Isn't he my son? Isn't he from the Fu family?"
Wen Zhixia shook her head. "It's different. His last divorce agreement was in Zhuo Rui's name. In other words, he's the party involved in this matter. Why don't we three sit down and talk? Otherwise, if you come to me today to discuss divorce and he comes to me tomorrow to discuss remarriage, the information won't be equal. I'm stuck in the middle and I have no way to deal with it."
"you……?"
Song Ailing was choked by her and couldn't speak.
Why did she suddenly become so tough? Who gave her the confidence?
Wen Zhixia is not tough anymore, she has woken up. She doesn't need others to give her confidence, her confidence comes from herself.
However, Song Ailing felt very angry when she saw Wen Zhixia's unmoved face.
She changed her wording:
"I heard you're not very happy working in the burn department. Your dean knows me very well. How about this? I can arrange a stable position for you with high pay and little work. With me as your guide, no one in the hospital will dare to bully you in the future."
"Who told you that?" Wen Zhixia denied again. "It's a rumor. Mr. Song, I have a good relationship with everyone, and I don't want to change positions. I passed the exam based on my own abilities, and I like this position. I'm young, strong, and healthy. I'd rather leave the high-paying, low-staff position for someone else to retire on. Don't believe the rumors."
Why are you lecturing me?
Song Ailing looked at Wen Zhixia coldly, trying to see even a trace of cowardice or flattery in her eyes.
But not at all.
In fact, there is another important reason why Song Ailing doesn’t like Wen Zhixia, that is, Wen Zhixia is not obedient enough.