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

The car drove into the courtyard of the villa. After getting out of the car, Fu Zheng stopped and looked up. The lights in the master bedroom had been turned off.

Entering the living room, Fu Zheng turned on the light and deliberately went to the drawer to take a look. The spare key to the master bedroom had been put back.

He walked into the room quietly.

The room was dark, with only a few rays of silver light shining through the gaps in the curtains on the bedside, and her hair spread out on the pillow could be vaguely seen.

There was a small bulge in the middle of the big bed. Looking at it in the dark, it looked extremely thin.

She was curled up, half of her face covered by the quilt.

Fu Zheng gently sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly lifted a corner of the quilt, and stared at her sleeping face in the faint moonlight.

Only then did Fu Zheng realize that there was a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows, her temples were wet with sweat, and she was murmuring in a low voice, as if she was having a nightmare.

Suddenly, she seemed to have dreamed a very terrifying scene. Her breathing became heavier and faster. Her fingers pulled out several layers of folds in the sheets. Her body was stiff and trembling. Big beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her lips moved and she lowered her voice. The voice murmured something.

Fu Zheng leaned down and heard her speaking intermittently in a weak voice, "...No, I'm not, I didn't..."

A teardrop slowly oozed from the corner of her eye, and along with her begging, it slowly slipped down and disappeared into the pillow.

Fu Zheng felt a sting in his heart, his throat was rolling up and down, he raised his hand and patted Wen Liang's back gently, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and said softly, "Go to sleep, I will protect you, and I will kill anyone who hurts you." I won’t let it go.”

"Dad, I miss you so much, can you take me home..."

She dreamed of her father again.

I dreamed that when I was a child, my father’s arms were generous and he let her sit on his shoulders.

She dreamed that she was sitting in the back seat of a small tram, and her father gave her his only raincoat.

She dreamed that every time she got high marks in the exam, her father would personally cook to reward her...

She is homesick.

She wanted to return to the small house where she and her father lived together.

She doesn't want to be the adopted daughter of the Fu family.

She is just Wen Liang, the daughter of journalist Wen Yongkang.

"Okay, I'll take you home when you wake up." Fu Zheng had no intention of taking advantage of Wen Liang at this moment.

Perhaps after hearing the comfort, he felt much warmer and calmer, and gradually fell asleep.

Fu Zheng looked at her soft face and couldn't help but fell into a trance.

It turned out that her apparent calmness was just a show of force.

She would also be so aggrieved that she would cry at night and in nightmares.

Zhou Yu was right, she shouldn't have to endure this.

Seeing the tears in the corners of her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart. It wasn't that sharp, but it made him feel sour and suffocating.

Zhou Yu said that he liked Wenliang, so he felt sorry for Wenliang.

Is this the feeling of distressed?

He covered Wen Liang with the quilt, gently stood up and left, carefully closed the door, and slowly walked down the stairs.

How could there be such an unbearable feeling in this world!

It obviously hurts my heart, but it's hard to describe.

Just like an old wound in the body, everything goes as usual on weekdays, but on rainy days the pain reaches the bone marrow, but the wound cannot be touched and the source cannot be found, so I can only endure it and toss and turn.

He has never felt this way before!

Even if something happened to Chu Siyi that year.

At that time, he felt a lot of guilt.

At that time, he just joined Fu's internship and participated in the data leakage of the software developed!

After some investigation, he was the most suspected person, and since he would not reveal Fu's secrets, the only one who had access to his computer was Chu Siyi.

He thought of several doubts and confronted Chu Siyi.

Chu Siyi cried to clarify the relationship, but could not explain her doubts.

The two quarreled.

The two had had several conflicts before.

So he said: "Let's not meet each other for the next few days. Let's calm down and then decide whether to continue."

But Chu Siyi couldn't accept it and ran out alone.

Then that happened.

After the incident happened, he often wondered if nothing would have happened to her if he had chased her out that day.

But there is no if.

Grandpa's sigh, colleagues' contempt, Fu Yue's comfort, and senior brother's redress were all so heavy for him at that time.

He doesn't have time to love his children, so he can only try his best to make up for the various problems caused by the data leakage.

After Chu Siyi was rescued, she had a psychological shadow and became extra dependent on him.

He didn't mention the matter of spending a few days alone.

Facing Chu Siyi, he felt more helpless, compensating, and conniving.

There has never been a dense dull pain like today, deeply rooted in my heart.

Fu Zheng stopped on the stairs, took out his cell phone and dialed Special Assistant Yang's number.

"Special Assistant Yang."

"Mr. Fu, what do you have to say?" Assistant Yang thought Fu Zheng had forgotten to tell him about tonight's cooperation.

"Didn't the financial channel always want to ask me to do an exclusive interview? Tell them and I agreed."

"What?" Assistant Yang thought he was hallucinating.

Fu Zheng has always disliked the media snooping into his privacy. Apart from the video footage of his speeches in public, he never accepts any interviews, has no social platform account, and rarely appears in public.

"Mr. Fu, have you really thought it through?" Assistant Yang knew clearly. Mr. Fu felt sorry for Director Wen and planned to clarify it himself.

"Well, you go contact them and coordinate the time and issues."

"Yes."

……

On Saturday morning, Fu Zheng and Wen Liang went to the old house.

"Uncle! Auntie!"

Four-year-old Fu Rui jumped out of the living room to greet them.

"Rui'er came so early!"

Wen Liang took his hand and walked into the living room.

Fu Rui said seriously, "Uncle, aunt, my father said he wants to take me mountain climbing, do you want to go together?"

Fu Yue's mountain climbing should refer to tomb sweeping.

The Fu family has a cemetery on the hilltop in the suburbs, and Fu Rong and his wife are buried in it.

Those were Fu Yue's biological parents. Every year on this day, he would go up the mountain to visit his grave.

Fu Zheng will also go, even if he doesn't remember his father's appearance at all.

Last year, Fu Rui was too young, so he wasn't allowed to follow him when sweeping the grave.

"Go, uncle and aunt will go too." Wen Liang said.

"Okay! I've prepared a lot of snacks..."

Entering the living room, Wen Liang greeted the old lady first, "Grandma, sister-in-law."

The old lady looked at Wen Liang lovingly.

"Grandma, sister-in-law." Fu Zheng smiled lightly.

The old lady gave him a hard look.

She had been watching the recent news, and her good grandson-in-law had suffered so much in vain.

Something that can be solved with just a photo of a marriage certificate must be so troublesome!

"Where is grandpa? How is his health lately?" Wen Liang asked.

"It's still the same, I'm in the study, Azheng. Your grandfather asked you to come and find him upstairs."

"Okay." Fu Zheng responded and went up to the second floor.

You can guess that grandpa scolded him for this incident.

Su Qingyun smiled and waved to Wen Liang, "Ah Liang, come here, let me show you something."

"what?"

Wen Liang walked over.

Su Qingyun stretched out his wrist.

I saw an ice blue bracelet on her white wrist.

Wen Liang smiled for a moment, then praised nonchalantly, "Heart of the Ocean! Sister-in-law, brother is so kind to you, I really got one for you!"

A happy smile appeared on Su Qingyun's face, "Where's yours? Didn't you bring it?"

"Didn't I ask you to bring it to me before?" the old lady smiled.

Wen Liang sighed and looked regretful, "It's a pity, grandma, you can't see it anymore!"

"what happened?"

"I accidentally broke the bracelet."

"What's there? If you like it, you can ask Azhen to buy you another one!"

It's a pity that she doesn't like it, not at all.

When she sees this bracelet, she will think of that night, the night when Fu Zheng made his choice, the night when Fu Zheng decided to leave...