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

Chapter 113 Obtaining Divorce Certificate

This bracelet was a painting by Fu Keming. He had once helped a national elder in Jincheng a lot, and the elder left it to him as a souvenir, which was equivalent to a life-long friendship.

It looks insignificant, but Fu Ruoshi was thinking that if one day Wen Zhixia offended someone powerful and he was not around, this bead could save her life and prevent her from dying in obscurity like her parents.

But he didn't plan to tell her now, for fear that she would not accept it.

Looking at the Buddhist beads hanging on his gaunt fingertips, whose tense fingers revealed his uneasiness, Wen Zhixia slowly raised her head.

When Fu Ruoshi wasn't smiling or talking, he looked most like the first time she met him: cold and noble, with arrogance in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, as if he couldn't see anything.

However, once these eyes smile, they turn into the shimmering Peach Blossom Pond, full of affection and calm, yet stirring up turbulence in people's hearts.

Seven years had passed in a flash. Wen Zhixia looked away with emotion, not wanting to look at Fu Ruoshi's gradually reddening eyes.

The proud bend their waists, and the noble bow their heads. This is not what she wants. She has never thought of breaking anyone's proud backbone.

"I'll take it, thank you."

Wen Zhixia took the Buddhist beads and said calmly, "I didn't bring any parting gifts, and I don't think you need anything."

"Of course not," Fu Ruoshi shook his head, "You didn't reject me, which is the greatest gift."

Wen Zhixia nodded slightly, put the Buddhist beads into her pocket, turned and left.

"Wait a minute..."

He had not taken two steps when Fu Ruoshi called him again.

Wen Zhixia turned around and asked, "What else?"

"I'm sorry for following me for the past three years." Fu Ruoshi lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes condensed with undispersed sorrow. "It's my fault for letting you suffer so much."

Wen Zhixia smiled at him politely, "Don't apologize, I was wrong too."

"Goodbye."

Watching her thin figure gradually disappear in the sunlight, as if without a trace of nostalgia, Fu Ruoshi's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

He stopped at the intersection, looking in the direction Wen Zhixia left, looking at the bustling streets, and had never felt so lonely.

After Wen Zhixia got in the car, she looked back at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Seeing that Fu Ruoshi was still looking in the direction she had left, she quickly turned her head back.

She took out her WeChat and phone book and deleted all of Fu Ruoshi's contact information.

Next, she opened the car window and took a deep breath of the air outside.

Although there is still a hint of sadness in her heart, she knows that any separation will be accompanied by reluctance and sadness. Separation and reunion are the norm in life. She has long been accustomed to it and will not stop.

Her life in the future will be very free. She will work harder to help more patients and bring health and warmth to more people.

Three days later.

On the coastal avenue, a white Maserati was parked in front of the Soho Club.

As soon as Han Zhuojun got off work, someone called him out for a drink.

From childhood to adulthood, the number of times someone has taken the initiative to ask him out does not exceed twenty times, and this year alone accounted for ten of those times, and all for the same person.

He pushed the door open and entered the box. He saw Fu Ruoshi leaning on the sofa in a daze. The cigarette at his fingertips was almost burning his fingers, and he had forgotten about smoking.

Han Zhuojun sat next to him, took his cigarette, and then opened two bottles of wine.

"Wake up, don't pass out." He patted him.

Fu Ruoshi put out his cigarette, sat up, drank two sips of wine, and snorted coldly, "Damn, this wine is so bitter."

This wine is Scotland's Winter Hurricane, a famous sweet wine. Han Zhuojun certainly understands why it tastes bitter in his mouth.

Young Master Fu, who has been surrounded and coaxed by women since he was a child, is now abandoned by his wife. No one would believe it if he told others about it.

Han Zhuojun thought for a moment and comforted him, "You've always been pursued and coaxed by women since you were a child. It's normal that you don't know how to coax women."

"Who said I can't coax?" Fu Ruoshi lost, but his spirit was still there. "Women are nothing more than three things: a house, a car, and money. I can coax 99% of women."

Han Zhuojun clinked glasses with him. "You can't say that. You have to cater to his preferences. You should have consulted me about this earlier. It's a pity that you're too conceited and have delayed it until now."

"You know so much, why are you single?" Fu Ruoshi said angrily.

"I just broke up, but when I chase girls, there are very few girls I can't catch."

Fu Ruoshi raised his eyes and looked at him, with suspicion in his lazy eyes, "How do you pursue her? How do you cater to her preferences?"

"Take my sister-in-law for example," Han Zhuojun said seriously, "Her parents are both dead, so she must be feeling insecure."

"But she's capable and has a stable job with good prospects, so material things aren't what she values most. What she wants is a sense of value, to be recognized and understood."

In fact, identification and understanding are the most difficult, which means spending a lot of time and energy to understand a person.

Han Zhuojun looked at Fu Ruoshi, who was listening attentively, and asked, "Brother, have you discussed this with her?"

What the hell. Fu Ruoshi wanted to slap himself when he thought about it. His arrogance made him miss too many opportunities to understand her. He thought that giving her money and a house meant giving her everything.

For these children from wealthy families, giving money or bags is the easiest way. It costs much less than listening, understanding, and agreeing with these abstract things. They subconsciously choose simple material payment.

"Tell me more." He was shocked and silently poured some wine. "If you have anything else you want to criticize me for, say more. I'll give you 100,000 for every one you say."

Han Zhuojun was still very shocked that Fu Ruoshi, who was so strong and arrogant, could say "Please criticize me".

So he also became serious.

"For example, when we got married, she was sitting alone in the corner, and you were drinking with others. You had to bring her along, you had to support her!"

"For example, if you're eating at the same table with her, you're either looking at your phone or listening to voicemail. You have to listen to her, agree with her, and respond. You can't let her words fall to the ground!"

"And that time when I went to your house, your sister-in-law was eating at the table, and you were typing away on your computer. Did you think you were keeping her company? What else did she want?"

......

Fu Ruoshi couldn't even raise his head after hearing what Han Zhuojun said.

"It really is."

Han Zhuojun drank his wine speechlessly, "Then who do you blame?"

Fu Ruoshi put down his wine glass and asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Han Zhuojun spread his hands, "You didn't ask me, and I'm not your father. Why should I care about your married life every day?"

After all, someone was too successful and arrogant in the past and had never suffered the pain of love.

However, Fu Ruoshi's consistent principle is to play as soon as he sits at the table and accept the loss if he loses.

If he is not willing to give in, he will change.

So, he humbly asked again, "What should I do now? She deleted me, and I don't think she wants to see me. If I force her, she will only go further away."

Han Zhuojun clicked his tongue and shook his head, thinking that you didn't take the road when there was one before, and now you are anxious because there is no road.

"You have to figure it out yourself," Han Zhuojun said. "Think about how to get close to her first. If you can get close, then think about it. Otherwise, everything will be in vain."

There was a sorrowful look in Fu Ruoshi's eyes. He frowned and stared at the bitter wine in the glass.

Now I realize that he actually doesn't understand women's hearts. He just has a handsome face, a talkative mouth, and an ambiguous attitude towards people, which gives people the illusion that he is a veteran in the love field and a good social person. In the end, he even deceived himself.

He seemed to understand what Xiao Han said. He opened his phone and looked at Wen Zhixia's profile picture. Then he turned off the screen and sighed blankly.

Fan Zhenting was going back to Germany for school to start. That morning, Wen Zhixia and Fan Xiaolin came to see him off.

"Go back and study hard," Fan Xiaolin hugged him, "See you during the New Year."

Fan Zhenting was reluctant to leave, "I still want to eat Yintan seafood, coconut chicken, fried tripe and skewers..."

"I'll arrange it," Wen Zhixia said, "When you come back next time, your cousin and I will bring some skewers to pick you up at the airport."

Now facing Wen Zhixia, Fan Zhenting still feels a little reluctant, but he also knows very well that there is no possibility for Wen Zhixia and him.

"Zhixia, take care of yourself too," he said. "If I can't come back for the New Year, come to Munich with my sister to see me."