Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Fu Zheng tilted his head and lowered his eyes. The two strands of hair hanging down in front of his forehead obscured the expression in his eyes.

Without waiting for him to speak, Fu Qingyue glared at Fu Zheng like a madman, as if she was looking at an enemy, and roared, "You are a traitor. I should have strangled you to death in the beginning, otherwise I wouldn't have to live alone in a foreign country for half my life!"

No one knew that a few days ago, after she learned that Huo Junshan was coming to Philadelphia, Country M on a business trip, she immediately packed up and rushed over, wearing the skirt they wore when they got engaged and putting on makeup that didn't suit her age. She fantasized about meeting Huo Junshan by chance, and his eyes were as deeply fascinated by her as they were back then.

However, when she got the whereabouts of Huo Junshan and rushed to the restaurant, she saw him and Lin Jiamin sitting opposite each other. He put the cut steak in front of Lin Jiamin, with a hint of warmth in his plainness.

The smile on Fu Qingyue's face cracked in an instant.

So, in the past few days, she followed Huo Junshan from a distance, watching him shopping with Lin Jiamin and watching him spend a lot of money on Lin Jiamin.

Her eyes were deeply hurt, and her heart was already broken, but she couldn't help it. Like a cockroach in the gutter, she couldn't bear to see the light. She couldn't help but spy on their love, imagining in her heart that the person next to Huo Junshan was herself...

The more disappointing the reality was, the more jealous she was towards Lin Jiamin!

regret.

At first...

Lin Jiamin was lucky enough to escape the disaster.

She shouldn't have stopped and just killed Lin Jiamin!

All the emotions surged to the peak when they saw the six of them sitting together for dinner, gradually accumulated to the critical point and exploded.

Fu Zheng looked at her and laughed, "I think you are really crazy."

He didn't want to say anything more to her, so he turned around and walked back.

Seeing this, Fu Qingyue was stunned and shouted, "Stop! Stop right there! Do you still have me as your mother in your eyes?!"

What responded to her was Fu Zheng’s gradually receding back.

"what--"

Fu Qingyue was so angry that she exploded. With no place to vent her anger, she punched and kicked the car next to her.

The argument between the two and her crazy behavior attracted some sidelong glances from passers-by.

"What are you looking at?!" Fu Qingyue cursed the man away in English with a gloomy face, opened the car door and got in.

Wen Liang came out of the bathroom in her pajamas and saw Fu Zheng sitting on the sofa, like an old monk, motionless, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

She was surprised and asked, "You're back so soon?"

"Ah."

Wen Liang felt something was wrong, "What did you do just now?"

If you're going to handle official business, this is too fast.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Before Fu Zheng could answer, Wen Liang discovered that there seemed to be five more finger marks on his face, so he walked over and took a closer look.

That’s right.

Someone hit him?

"I went to see Fu Qingyue." Fu Zheng answered in a low voice.

Wen Liang guessed that it was her. Apart from her, no one else could make Fu Zheng take this slap.

"She was the one who called you while we were having dinner just now?"

"Ah."

"Did she see us having dinner together?" Wen Liang guessed.

He came back so quickly, Fu Qingyue was probably downstairs in the hotel.

"Ah."

Wen Liang had already guessed why Fu Qingyue was looking for Fu Zheng, most likely to force Fu Zheng to leave her.

She didn't ask any more questions. She got up, found the medicine box, took out the ointment and cotton swabs to reduce swelling, and sat next to Fu Zheng. "Come closer, I'll help you apply some medicine."

"Ah."

Silence fell in the room.

All that could be heard was the suppressed breathing of the two people.

She thought he must be in a bad mood now.

But how could she persuade him? Persuade him to break up with her?

She was not stupid, so she asked him to do as Fu Qingyue wished.

When Wen Liang was about to finish wiping him, Fu Zheng suddenly said, "She has gone crazy."

His tone was full of helplessness and annoyance.

After hearing what Fu Zheng said, Wen Liang thought a little more, "Could it be... that she was the one who called Chairman Huo during the meal?"

"Yes."

Wen Liang glanced at Fu Zheng twice and threw the cotton swab in his hand into the trash can.

"I seem to understand her psychology a little bit," she said.

"How to say?"

"She has already sunk too much money into Huo Junshan. If she lets him go, it would mean that the choice she made in the first half of her life was a mistake. She has wasted decades of her life and gained nothing. How can she be willing to accept this? With a personality like hers, she will definitely do everything she can to prove that her original choice was not wrong."

There was no note on the phone. Huo Junshan only saw a string of numbers and knew it was Fu Qingyue calling. This meant that Fu Qingyue had been in contact with Huo Junshan before, and Huo Junshan remembered Fu Qingyue's number very clearly.

But if Huo Junshan didn't want to have anything to do with Fu Qingyue anymore, he didn't block her number, but turned off his phone.

Fu Zheng looked exhausted, and he leaned towards Wen Liang, leaning on her, burying his head in her neck, and said sullenly, "I really don't know what to do with her, and I don't want to care about her anymore."

Wen Liang raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, feeling the prickly hair stubble, "Don't think about it, go and rest."

In another presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

It was late at night and Lin Jiamin was leaning against the head of the bed in her pajamas.

Seeing Huo Junshan finished communicating with the person in charge and hung up the phone, she said, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."

Huo Junshan nodded and was about to go to the bathroom when his cell phone rang again.

He hesitated for a moment and answered the phone. "Hello, how are you... It's getting late, how about tomorrow... What? OK, OK, I get it, I'll go over right away."

Lin Jiamin, who was about to lie down, stood up again after hearing this, "What's wrong? Are you going out now?"

"Something happened at the company. I have to go over and deal with it." Huo Junshan frowned and picked up his coat. "You should rest first."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to pick you up, and drive slowly."

"Ah."

Huo Junshan responded casually and left immediately.

Looking at his impatient back, a dark light flashed in Lin Jiamin's eyes.

After leaving the room, Huo Junshan did not take the elevator down, but walked up the stairs to the rooftop.

The rooftop was filled with cool breeze and had a wide view. He looked around anxiously and finally saw a vague figure in the eastern corner.

Huo Junshan strode over, and when he got closer, he saw Fu Qingyue sitting on the stone railing, feeling the cold wind, drinking sips of wine, with a few wine bottles lying around at her feet.

Hearing the footsteps, Fu Qingyue looked up, with a slightly drunken blush on her face and eyes shining as she stared at the man in front of her. Time flies, but his demeanor remains the same. "Junshan...you're here."

The woman in front of him was no longer young, but the look in her eyes when she looked at him was still as sincere and warm as it was many years ago, making Huo Junshan feel as if he had returned to his youth.

A cold wind blew on my face.

Huo Junshan came back to his senses in an instant and calmed down.

Although the memories are beautiful, they can no longer be returned and they are no longer young.

"Qingyue, stop drinking. I'll ask someone to take you back." He snatched the bottle of wine from Fu Qingyue's hand.

"No, I don't want it."

Fu Qingyue hugged Huo Junshan and threw herself into his arms, "I don't want to be separated from you again!"