flstandardbreds Chapter 107 Forget Him and Start a New Life
Chapter 107 Forget Him and Start a New Life
"I'm not asking you to believe me," Fu Ruoshi hugged Wen Zhixia, "but it's not the first day you've known me. Would I lie to you about something like this? Can you trust me just once?"
Wen Zhixia pushed him away. "You've worn away my trust and hope in you bit by bit. Can you tell whether you're unwilling to give up or afraid of losing? Do you love me, or do you enjoy the pleasure of chasing, testing, suppressing, and taming in the love field?"
She could understand that he didn't love her before and now wanted to win her back.
She could also understand that he liked her a little, and even more now.
But she couldn't understand why a man who had liked her for seven years, and had planned everything, was willing to give up his true love that was about to rot in his heart only when they were getting divorced.
Is self-esteem so important? More important than a true lover?
Does he care about his self-esteem, or is it his innate arrogance that makes him feel superior to others?
Wen Zhixia no longer wanted to know.
Fu Ruoshi grabbed her hand and placed it on his heart. "Wen Zhixia, don't you want nothing but a true heart?"
"My true heart is right here, I've laid it out before you, can you please take a look?"
Wen Zhixia touched his trembling fingertips, her heartbeat was hot and fiery, and she was also heartbroken when she heard his humble words.
He didn't need to be like this, he made it happen with his own hands.
"Fu Ruoshi, let me ask you," Wen Zhixia sniffed and raised her head, "If we hadn't divorced, if our marriage didn't have a three-year agreement, when would you tell the truth? Will you never tell the truth in your entire life?"
Fu Ruoshi was stunned by her question.
"No, I won't." But he quickly shook his head. "I would say, how can you possibly hold something like this in for a lifetime?"
After Wen Zhixia asked this question, she found herself funny.
"Forget it," Wen Zhixia shook her head, "Let it be, I'm too tired."
After saying that, she stood up, covered the furniture in the house with sheets again, and finally turned off the lights.
"Grandpa, I'll come see you next time."
After saying this, she opened the door, looked at Fu Ruoshi coldly and said, "Please go out, I'm going to lock the door."
"Wen Zhixia, can't you just listen to me..."
"Get out!!!" Wen Zhixia suddenly got excited, "I told you to get out, this is my home! Don't come into my house!"
Fu Ruoshi was shocked by her intense emotions. He looked at her helplessly and left the living room.
Wen Zhixia locked the door and walked quickly out of the stairwell. Fu Ruoshi chased after her, like a child who had made a mistake, watching her walk around her car, walk to the side of the road, and hail a taxi.
"Tell grandma I'm sorry. I'm not going back." Wen Zhixia got in the car and opened the window. "Don't forget, come with me to get the divorce certificate next week."
The calm expression and light tone made Fu Ruoshi tremble with panic.
"Next week I..."
"Fu Ruoshi, if you still have a bit of dignity and backbone as a man, don't drag this out any longer." Wen Zhixia interrupted him forcefully, "We've known each other for a while, don't let me look down on you when we're parting."
After saying that, she closed the car window and left Fu Ruoshi's sight under his gloomy gaze.
The red taillights disappeared into the night.
Fu Ruoshi stood there, refusing to leave for a long time.
Wen Zhixia's last words kept echoing in his mind. He stood there in despair and wanted to drive after her several times, but when he thought of her firm rejection, endless despair surged in his heart.
He has been rejected by her too many times. Even though he is so good at dealing with people, facing Wen Zhixia who is determined to leave, he is at his wit's end and can be slaughtered.
A cool breeze gradually blew, making his eyes red.
Fu Ruoshi stood at the roadside in a daze, his tall figure looking like a frozen statue under the dim street lights.
Late at night.
Wen Zhixia returned home, with Fu Ruoshi's words echoing in her mind, "My true heart is in front of you, can you take a look at it?"
But his sincerity came too late.
Why do people only want to cherish something after they have lost it? Why was he unwilling to give his true heart even half a year earlier?
My eyes are blurry and I can't see clearly.
Wen Zhixia fumbled to change her sandals, and her bag accidentally fell to the ground, spilling the contents everywhere.
A shiny object rolled in front of her eyes. She reached out to hold it, opened her palm, and it was her wedding ring.
Wen Zhixia rubbed her eyes and held the wedding ring in her palm.
This was put on her hand by Fu Ruoshi on the day of her wedding to him, in front of all the guests.
She remembered it clearly. After Fu Ruoshi put the ring on her finger, he held her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "I've finally waited for this day."
Although these words came from the mouth of the versatile Fu Ruoshi, they seemed extremely abrupt.
She didn't take it seriously, thinking he was acting, and cooperated with him, saying, "Me too."
It turned out that this was her true feelings, and she didn't expect that Fu Ruoshi was also telling the truth.
Recalling this, all the fatigue and grievances accumulated over the past six months finally flooded into my heart at this moment.
Wen Zhixia squatted on the ground, hugging her knees and crying loudly.
She wanted to have a good cry, shed all the tears she had saved for him, then forget him and start a new life.
......
For the next week, Wen Zhixia devoted herself to her work and completely forgot about Fu Ruoshi.
She completed two academic seminars and underwent a large skin grafting operation.
Fu Ruoshi returned to the United States after that night, and Wen Zhixia never contacted him again. She only occasionally saw some news about Zhuo Rui from Liu Zhenfa on WeChat Moments.
At first she would click on it to read, but later she resisted the urge to open it and blocked Liu Zhen as well.
That afternoon, Wen Zhixia was on duty in the outpatient clinic.
"Hello, is this Doctor Wen Zhixia?"
Wen Zhixia raised her head when she heard the voice.
The male patient in front of me is short and fat, with dark skin and a bumpy face. He looks a bit uncomfortable at first glance.
But she never looked at patients through tinted glasses. She nodded patiently and said, "It's me. What are your symptoms?"
"It's not me, it's my wife," the man stared at Wen Zhixia, his eyes scanning her snow-white neck. "My wife was accidentally scalded by boiling water a few days ago, and now her hands are covered with blisters. What medicine do you think is suitable for her?"
Wen Zhixia thought for a moment and said, "It's best to have your wife come over. Otherwise, it's hard for me to judge. Do you have photos? Videos are fine too. I need to determine the depth of her burns. Is it just redness, swelling, and blisters on the surface, or has it damaged the muscle layer? Will it leave scars? Do I need puncture and drainage?"
"None of that," the man said with a greasy smile, "just do as you normally would and get me some burn medicine."
Wen Zhixia thought about it and agreed, as this kind of situation happened frequently anyway.
"Okay, I'll write you a prescription," she said, taking the medical record. "Could you tell me your wife's name, please?"
"Zhao Xiaoning."