bookcurios Chapter 112 His silence was deafening
Chapter 112 His silence was deafening
When Fu Ruoshi saw this line of words, he was instantly thrown into disarray.
She now has no parents or relatives, and with her abilities, a lot of hospitals will be vying for her if she just submits a resume.
With her stubborn temper, she might really do something like disappearing for fun.
Fu Ruoshi pondered that forcing Wen Zhixia into a corner was definitely the worst option for three reasons:
First, as Fan Zhenting said before, the harder you push her, the further she will be pushed away, and the slimmer the chance of getting back together with her.
Second, if she really went to another place alone, all her interpersonal relationships would change. She was a stubborn person, beautiful, and had no background. She was also unwilling to compromise when faced with problems. I don't know how many men and women wanted to kill her.
Third, she's terrible at judging people. Although she's kind-hearted, she's soft-hearted and likes to think the best of people. If she's deceived by a scoundrel like Gu Chun again, she'll be walking right into a tiger's mouth...
Fu Ruoshi sighed deeply.
Go back.
"Boss Fu, how about I go talk to your wife?" Liu Zhen tried to help his boss. "I'll plead for your wife. She probably doesn't know how much you've done for her privately. I can..."
"Need not."
Fu Ruoshi rejected it on the spot.
When did he fall to the point where he had to resort to playing the victim to win his wife back?
"Maybe she'll regret it first," Mr. Fu said, his words more stubborn than his bones. "Book a flight for Sunday. I can go back to the company for a meeting on Monday."
Time passed by in a flash.
Monday night.
Wen Zhixia was working the night shift. In the quiet burn department, only the occasional sound of footsteps could be heard.
Fu Ruoshi did not respond to her calls or text messages at all, and she had no idea where he was.
To be on the safe side, she softened her words. Fu Ruoshi sent a message: "How is the healing of your back injury going recently?"
five minutes later.
FRS: [I can’t sleep because of the pain]
No way.
Wen Zhixia recalled that before Fu Ruoshi returned to the United States, his wound had basically scabbed over. She judged that he would be able to move freely in a week at most.
Unless he is doing something stupid again and trying to buy time.
Wen Zhixia hesitated for a moment and made up her mind:
Even if Fu Ruoshi was paralyzed in bed tomorrow, she would give him some painkillers and carry him to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
So she sent a message: "Meet me at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow at 10 o'clock. Any questions?"
There was no response after that.
Someone's silence was deafening.
Until the next morning, Wen Zhixia had finished her night shift, but Fu Ruoshi still didn't reply to her.
In a fit of rage, she took a taxi to his estate, thinking that she would not leave until he showed up.
Even if I had to sleep on the floor at the gate of the manor, I would squat down to see him.
Even if I have to blow up his manor, I will catch him and divorce him.
Half an hour later.
Wen Zhixia arrived at the gate of the manor and just saw Fu Ruoshi’s G-Class coming up from behind.
She was delighted and hurried forward, blocking the way in front of the car.
The sharp sound of brakes broke the tranquility of the villa.
Fu Ruoshi got out of the car with a look of horror on his face. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" His face was pale. He walked over and pulled Wen Zhixia over to take a look. "Are you okay? Didn't I touch you?"
He worked overtime at the company all night last night and just finished his work. He wanted to come back and take a nap.
Who would have thought that Wen Zhixia would come to block him.
"No, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau. I'll take your car." Wen Zhixia shook off his hand and looked up. She saw that Fu Ruoshi's usually energetic eyes and eyebrows were slightly tired. "Come with me to get the certificate, and then you can come back to sleep."
After that, she walked to the front of the car and looked back at Fu Ruoshi, "How about I drive? You take a nap?"
Seeing her as cold as a robot, Fu Ruoshi's face turned ugly.
"The Civil Affairs Bureau is packed with people this early in the morning," he thought, and said coldly, "I don't want to be recognized."
Wen Zhixia: "I won't recognize you. I have a mask in my bag."
Fu Ruoshi: "I have a meeting at noon, I don't have time to queue."
Wen Zhixia: "No need to queue, I have an appointment."
Fu Ruo took out the phone from his pocket and said, "The shareholder called me..."
"Fu Ruoshi, can you be more like a man?"
Finally, Wen Zhixia couldn't stand it anymore. "Are you going to wipe out the last bit of beauty in my heart? Do you really think I can't bear to leave Jincheng and go to other cities?"
The tough tone struck at the weak heart.
Fu Ruoshi panicked.
He was speechless, but his furrowed brows and anxious eyes hinted at his reluctance.
"Fu Ruoshi, let's get the marriage certificate in a proper manner. If we meet again in the future, I can still call you Mr. Fu." Wen Zhixia looked at him without reservation. "Otherwise, we will never have any contact with each other again. It will be either you or me. Is this the situation you want to see?"
The psychological defenses collapsed.
Fu Ruoshi had never been pushed to this point in his life, and no one dared to push him to this point.
Wen Zhixia did it, and she escaped unscathed. Fu Ruoshi was deeply impressed by this woman.
"Wen Zhixia, you're so cruel," Fu Ruoshi sneered, his tone ending in self-deprecating helplessness. "I'm convinced that I lost to you."
Wen Zhixia said calmly, "You're welcome. I'm not proud of it."
"..."
Forty minutes later.
Fu Ruoshi drove the car, and the two of them arrived at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau in silence.
The person who came to issue the certificate was the same enthusiastic aunt from last time. She sighed when she saw the two of them.
"I thought you weren't coming. Do you want to reconsider? Look at you two, a perfect match."
Wen Zhixia interrupted, "Auntie, I'm in a hurry, let's go through the process."
The aunt looked at Fu Ruoshi, who was covered in black energy, inquiringly.
"Why are you looking at me?" Fu Ruoshi crossed his arms, a dark cloud covering his handsome face. "Can I spit out the divorce certificate?"
The aunt sighed, it seemed there was nothing more to talk about.
Next, they signed the certificate and officially divorced. The whole process was silent.
Every movement of Fu Ruoshi was surprisingly big. He even almost tore the paper when signing. He didn't know who he was trying to show his presence to.
After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Wen Zhixia walked in front and was about to go to the roadside to hail a taxi.
"Wen Zhixia."
Fu Ruoshi chased after her and called out to her.
Wen Zhixia hesitated for a moment, turned around, and asked with the last bit of patience, "Is there anything else?"
Fu Ruoshi suppressed his previous anger. He paused, staring at Wen Zhixia's beautiful face seriously. He hesitated several times before speaking cautiously:
"Can we still be friends?"
"No." Wen Zhixia smoothed the flying hair beside her ear, "We are not from the same world, and we will never meet again."
Fu Ruoshi lowered his head and smiled bitterly. His shallow dimples sunken, like a chasm left after a collapsed heart.
"Here, this is for you."
He took off the ebony Buddhist beads he had taken from Fu Keming and said, "Just keep it as a souvenir. It's not worth much. Don't reject me. If you don't like it, throw it away when you get home."