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

Chapter 140 Waiting for her downstairs at 3 o'clock

Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes at him and pushed her stool forward.

Fu Ruoshi sat behind her and watched her whispering to Nan Kaijie from time to time, clearing her throat so hard that it was almost smoking.

During the intermission, Wen Zhixia ran to the bathroom as soon as the show was over and refused to communicate with someone.

As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she saw Fu Ruoshi standing on the corridor outside making a phone call.

"Oh, what a coincidence." Seeing her, Fu Ruoshi hung up the phone with a casual smile, "You are going to the bathroom too."

Wen Zhixia said nothing and walked past him towards the venue.

Fu Ruoshi chased after her, grabbed her, and held up the photo on his Moments, "Why did you like my post if you hate me so much?"

Wen Zhixia saw her like on his Moments post and was shocked, "When did I order it? I didn't order it!"

"You didn't order it. Not only did you order it, but you ordered it from a few days ago." Fu Ruoshi couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. "Why did you peek at my Moments?"

My hand slipped.

Wen Zhixia felt ashamed.

"I didn't see it," she said, imitating someone's shameless spirit. "The dog saw it."

"Where did you get the dog?" Fu Ruoshi's smile was filled with a sense of triumph and impropriety. "You bought a dog and didn't tell me?"

"I gave birth to her myself." Wen Zhixia said, "Why should I tell you what kind of close relationship we have?"

Fu Ruoshi laughed and said, "Give me a child, and then we will have a close relationship."

If this wasn't a public place, Wen Zhixia would have really wanted to drag him into the toilet and beat him to death.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Ruoshi looked at her anxious eyes and teased her, "Want to beat me to death? Not now, you can go home. You can do whatever you want when you get home. I will never resist."

Wen Zhixia almost laughed out of anger. Not only was this guy shameless, but why did he install a surveillance camera in my stomach?

"Eh? Mr. Fu?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie came forward and greeted Fu Ruoshi, "Hello, are you here with Teacher Wen? What a coincidence. How is Mr. Song doing recently?"

Fu Ruoshi didn't know this person. He put away his smile and asked him with his eyes, "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Lv Qingyuan, Editor Lu." He then said to Wen Zhixia, "Teacher Wen, your manuscript has passed three reviews. Don't worry, it will be published soon."

Mr. Fu, Mr. Song, here is my manuscript.

When these three pieces of information were put together, a bad feeling arose in Wen Zhixia's heart.

Fu Ruoshi felt bad, and he immediately pulled Wen Zhixia away, "The meeting is about to start, let's go back."

"Wait a minute!" Wen Zhixia broke away from Fu Ruoshi and caught up with Editor Lu. "Teacher, was he the one who asked you to publish my manuscript?"

Lu Qingyuan looked at Wen Zhixia and then at Fu Ruoshi, realizing that he had spoken too quickly and said the wrong thing.

"No, no..." He glanced at Fu Ruoshi awkwardly, "I thought you guys... Oh, I don't know, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. We'll contact you on WeChat."

Looking at his evasive expression, Wen Zhixia understood everything.

It turned out that the reason her paper was published was not because she wrote it well, but because someone manipulated it behind the scenes.

She turned around and looked at Fu Ruo, deep disappointment in her eyes.

"Hey, Wen Zhixia!"

Fu Ruoshi saw her running downstairs without looking back and immediately chased after her.

There were a lot of people in the library. Fu Ruoshi chased and stopped, watching Wen Zhixia's figure appear and disappear in the crowd. He could not catch up with her no matter what, and chased her all the way out of the library.

A bus roared towards her, but she showed no intention of stopping.

"Beware!"

Fu Ruoshi was so frightened that he rushed down the stairs like a fly. Just when the bus was about to hit Wen Zhixia, he pulled her back.

"What's wrong with you!" Fu Ruoshi was so frightened that his face turned pale. "Is this fun?! Do you know how precious your life is?"

He was very fierce, but his words were full of fear and pity.

"Let go!"

Wen Zhixia pushed him away. "Don't mind my business! Who asked you to help me publish my paper? Did you get my consent?"

Seeing her face covered in tears, Fu Ruoshi knew that her self-esteem was hurt again.

He still tried to explain, "That paper is your work. Its publication can benefit patients, so why bother publishing it?"

Wen Zhixia actually understood this truth.

But she couldn't help but feel sad and angry. She had thought that the recent achievements were due to her own efforts, and that she was finally being seen and recognized. She didn't expect that it was still due to the instigation of the powerful.

There's a feeling of faith collapsing.

Wen Zhixia couldn't control herself, she squatted on the ground and started crying.

Fu Ruoshi's heart broke when he saw her crying.

He did not regret helping her, he only regretted coming to the meeting today. If he had not come, Editor Lu would not have met him, and Wen Zhixia would not have figured out the truth.

So he squatted down, moved closer to Wen Zhixia, and gently and patiently comforted her, "Gold will always shine. Aren't doctors more popular as they get older? How can you have such a smooth sailing at such a young age?"

Wen Zhixia felt even more uncomfortable when she heard him show unprecedented tenderness and patience.

Why did his gentleness and patience come so late?

Even if it was a little earlier, when she was working, when she was anxious and helpless about data analysis, instead of mocking her salary of 6,500, he would not have left him so decisively if he had just said that gold will shine.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Fu Ruoshi reached out and hugged her in his arms.

The moment his hand touched her shoulder, Wen Zhixia still firmly pushed him away.

"Mr. Fu."

She took a few steps back, putting some distance between them. "I know my abilities are limited, but I still don't want to rely on others. Please respect my efforts and give me some dignity. We are no longer related, and I don't want to accept your help."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Fu Ruoshi asked anxiously, "Your manuscript was plagiarized, and you have no way to sue. Do you think you have dignity? Do you think you have dignity because others stole your work? Can you give me a chance and let me do some charity?"

"Mr. Fu is righteous," Wen Zhixia sniffed, "but I'm not so incompetent as to accept charity."

She hailed a taxi and got in and left under Fu Ruoshi's worried gaze.

That night, Fu Ruoshi waited for her downstairs in Wen Zhixia's community all night.

While waiting for her, he kept sending her messages to explain:

I really don't mean to hurt your self-esteem.

Please don't be angry.

[Can you come down and chat? ]

Wen Zhixia was standing in the kitchen and could see his figure standing under the tree, sparks flickering on his fingertips. He was sending messages, but each one was more humble than the last.

But she resisted the urge to go downstairs. She knew very well that even if they talked, no results would be achieved. Their values were completely different. One was utilitarian and result-oriented, while the other was idealistic, put feelings first, and valued the process.

So she sent him a message: "It's cold outside, go back. I'm not angry, but please don't help me anymore."

Then the kitchen light went out, symbolizing a silent rejection.

Fu Ruoshi was reluctant to leave.

His mind was in a mess, and he was wondering what kind of feelings she had towards him at the moment.

Is it because I can't let go, is it because I still have feelings for him, or am I not ready to enter his world again?

But no matter which answer it was, he could accept it. The only thing he couldn't accept was that she didn't love him anymore.

Fu Ruoshi sat downstairs until late at night, speculating and thinking over and over again. He could handle the most difficult programming algorithm in the world, but he couldn't figure out his position in Wen Zhixia's heart.

The resentment in my heart slowly faded. She had waited for me at home for three years, and the suffering I was going through now was not even one ten-thousandth of what she had endured.

Jincheng was damp and chilly in late autumn. He sat by the flower bed, his hair stained with cold dew, his hands and feet gradually growing numb...

The security guard felt a little sympathetic towards him when he saw him sitting there like a man waiting for his wife.

"Young man, are you arguing again?" he consoled her. "Come back tomorrow, don't catch a cold."

Fu Ruoshi put out the cigarette in his hand and asked, "I'm dying. Do you know any medicine that can cure me?"

The old man cried out, and said worriedly, "What's wrong, young man? You look healthy, how could you die?"

Fu Ruoshi smiled bitterly, his furrowed brows filled with deep doubts, "I love someone so much I'm dying. I've never loved someone this much before. Why is this happening?"

The old man was stunned and understood everything.

"Young man," the old man pointed at Wen Zhixia's window, "your medicine is right there, hahaha~"